Page 66 of Out of the Dark

His fingertips drip with water as he brings the ice to my skin. My breath hitches as the sharp coldness hits the place where my neck meets my collarbone before trailing down over my chest. Mark circles the ice around my nipple, and my back arches off the bed as I squirm beneath the frigid touch.

"You like that?" Mark asks in a low, taunting tone.

My voice is breathy when I answer, "Yes."

"Good." He moves the ice again, dragging it to my other nipple and repeating the process on this side, hardening both nipples to sensitive peaks. The cold is intense but not painful, bringing every nerve in my body to life.

The ice melts quickly as he traces it down over my stomach, and I tense as it gets closer to the space between my thighs. Is he really going to…?

He answers my unspoken question by popping the cube back in his mouth and sucking before leaning over and using his mouth to cover my pussy. I cry out at the tingling cold, though it quickly morphs to warmth as the ice melts and his tongue keeps working my clit.

When he pulls away, his breath is warm on my skin. Heblows softly on the trails of water left by the ice, sending another shiver through me.

"How did that feel?"

"Different… but I liked it."

He chuckles. "It gets better."

He reaches over to grab the candle he had tossed at the foot of the bed earlier, then pulls a lighter from his pocket.

He lights the candle with a softsnickof the lighter, and the flame flickers, casting a glow in the dim room. I watch as Mark tilts the candle back and forth, letting wax pool in the middle before he blows out the flame.

His eyes glint as he looks down at me. "Are you ready?"

"Yes."

He tips the candle, letting the melted wax drip onto my chest, and I gasp at the sensation, the heat a stark contrast to the coolness of my skin where the ice had been only a minute ago. I tense, waiting for the burning sensation to come in full-force, but it doesn’t. It’s hot enough that it feels like an almost-burn, but it cools quickly, hardening into a small, smooth dot that stands out against my pale skin.

Mark continues to drip the wax over my chest, my stomach, my thighs. Each drop puts me on edge, the anticipation building with each passing second.

Just as I'm beginning to grow accustomed to the droplets of heat falling across my body, Mark sets the candle aside and picks up the blindfold. He slips it over my eyes, and everything goes dark.

The bed dips as he moves again, and I hear the clink of the ice in his glass seconds before he sends a shock to my system by using it in the places he had just dripped wax.

But then, there’s the tell-tale click of the lighter. A pause. Something hits my skin, and for a half-second, I’m not sure ifit’s the cold bite of the ice or the subtle burn of wax.

It keeps me on edge, wondering what’s coming next as he alternates between wax and ice, heat and cold, sending my mind and body into sensory overload. Every sensation is heightened by awaiting whatever comes next, every shift in temperature, every slight touch from Mark. Every time he stops, I’m buzzing with unbearable anticipation.

I don’t even realize I’m shaking until Mark points it out, asking if I’m okay. I assure him I am, but my voice sounds just as tremulous as I feel.

Seconds later, Mark pulls off my blindfold and cuffs after setting his implements of perfect torture on the bedside table.

My skin is dotted with dried wax, and Mark kisses me gently before getting up, walking across the room, and coming back with wipes.

I reach for one, but he pulls back.

"I got it," he says. "Let me take care of you."

I lean back and watch, though I do pick some spots of wax off with my fingernail.

Mark speaks again as he finishes cleaning me up. "You did so well for me. Did you enjoy that?"

"It was a lot," I admit. "But I really liked it." I don’t add the fact that I’m incredibly turned on right now, because I’m sure he knows. The bulge in his pants tells me he’s on the same page I am.

Once the wax is mostly off my skin, Mark explores my body with his hands once again. He lingers on the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, trailing slowly to my center.

I gasp as his fingers slip through my wetness and find my clit, circling slowly and emphasizing the desperate need I’m feeling. After the intensity of everything tonight, it doesn’t take much to get me close to coming.

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