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She lets out a frustrated breath. “Yes, it feels good.”

I hummed, satisfied, and raised her arms above her head. I put each cuff to her wrist and tightened it, rubbing her skin as I go to make sure they weren’t too tight.

My shadows danced around her body, removing the top half of her dress, my mouth instantly watering as her breast pooled out of her clothing.

I let out a low, guttural groan, and felt the pulsating ache in my cock. I longed to plunge deep into her wet, needy cunt. The promise I made to give her some form of punishment lingers in my mind, intensifying the desire. It’s a punishment that fuels the passion between us, a tantalizing dance of pleasure and pain.

Her cuffs clinked together. I sensed her impatience growing, so I leaned forward and sucked on her tight pink nipple. Juniper’s breath hitched as my lips gently tease the tightened point. Her body trembled beneath me. Her arousal was palpable, and I relished the feeling of her bound and under my control.

“Are you ready to be punished, sweetheart?” I whispered, my voice low and seductive.

“Mmph,” she moaned, her words muffled by desire.

I traced my fingertips down her chest, skimming her sensitive skin, causing a shudder to ripple through her body. I reached her waist and slid my fingers beneath her dress, silently thanking myself for my foresight in choosing something that wouldn’t get in the way.

As I peeled the fabric away from her body, her breath hitched, and she gasped when the cool air finds her skin.

Then I grabbed the thick soy candle beside me and smiled to myself as I bring it toward her breasts. The combination of the cool air and the warm wax will certainly make an interesting combination. First, I test it on my forearm and checked the temperature, then hovered over her breasts.

“You are in for a treat, Juniper. Now hold still.”

Chapter Thirty-Six

Juniper

The refreshing cool breeze gently caressed my skin as it made its way up the mountain, intensifying the experience. The scorching touch of Thanatos’ finger, oozing with the hot substance, delicately traced a path between my breasts.

“Too hot?” He hummed, and I shook my head.

“No, what is it?” I gripped the pillows above me, using them as an anchor.

“Wax, I wanted to test your skin before I began dripping it on your body.”

Holy hell.

I gulped, my heart pounding wildly in my chest as anticipation coursed through my veins. Where had the shy and unsure Thanatos had gone when I first met him? He was dominating, taking what he wants, but this was a new level.

The thought of hot wax dripping on my body sent a mixture of excitement and nervousness rippling through me. Would it hurt? Burn? My hips wiggled, the anticipation getting the better of me.

I completely trusted him, and that should scare me the most.

I almost felt his smirk through the blindfold. I imaged the heat of his eyes as they gleamed with mischievousness that made my stomach twist with desire. I felt the closeness of his skin, the warmth of the candle as he raised it to my exposed body. I braced myself for the first drop.

As the drop of wax landed on me, a searing heat followed by a tingling sensation engulfed my skin. It was an odd mix of pleasure and pain that sent shivers over my body. I could feel Thanatos’ heated gaze bore into me. I could feel him, his shadows hovering over me. As if he was gauging my reaction with an intensity I haven’t felt before.

I bit my lip and arched my chest.

The sensation of the wax continued to travel down my body, each drop leaving a trail of fire that morphed into a tantalizing tingle. Thanatos’ hands were gentle as he spread the wax and covered every inch of my chest and stomach. His touch made my clit pulse, mixing with the heat from the wax and creating a whirlwind of desire that threatened to consume me.

His free hand reached lower, cupping my pussy. I immediately bucked into his touch.

“Fires of Tartarus. You are wet already.” He dipped his clean finger inside, stroking me as I whined for more. He tsked. “No, not yet. I’m making you wait.”

My chest heaved with each breath; my lungs begged for more air as I struggled to keep composed amidst the chaos of my feelings. And yet, there was a sense of power in the surrender, a thrill in allowing him to take control. It was as if I had givenmyself entirely to him, body and soul, and in doing so, found a freedom I hadn’t known before.

I could do this forever with him.

Beneath the blindfold, I could see the candle flames flickered casting dancing shadows on the surrounding trees. The area seemed alive with the energy of our connection, an electric current that hummed that blended into Thanatos’ devious hum.

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