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“You’ll see a whole lot more of her soon,” I tell him. “Assuming our scene is ready.”

While Grace and I enjoy playing in our own bedroom, both of us have come to appreciate the thrill of playing before an audience. I would never share my little one with another Dominant—I learned that lesson the hard way. But the thought of another Dom wanting what’s mine and not being able to have her is fuel for my inner sadist.

Matthew snaps his fingers, summoning one of the dungeon aids to his side. “Show Master Aidan to the dining room.”

“Yes, sir,” the young woman says.

My friend shoots me a meaningful smile. “Enjoy yourselves. That’s an order.”

Grace and I follow the dungeon aid to the dining room, which has been roped off specifically for our use. I’m pleased to find the table arranged to my specifications, covered with a black tablecloth and topped with a variety of paraffin candles and bottles of massage oil.

“Take off your dress and your shoes, little one.”

As I change into a pair of black sweatpants, Grace slips out of her dress, leaving her beige lacy underwear in place. She stands before me with her hands clasped behind her and her head bowed, the way I’ve trained her to wait. She’s exquisite, a perfect canvas for the wax I plan to paint her with.

I skim my hands along her sides before lifting her onto the dining table.

“Lie back,” I tell her.

She lowers herself to the tabletop, allowing her calves to hang over the edge.

I strike a match and touch the flame to the wick of a long, tapered candle. It’s the wrong type of candle for wax play, but I only intend to use it as a continuous flame source. I uncap a bottle of sweet almond oil, as a handful of guests filter quietly into the room to watch.

My little one’s breathing grows labored. It’s time for the performance to begin.

I drip oil down the center of her chest, stopping a few inches above her underwear. She hums softly as I smooth the oil over her stomach and across her chest. Her breasts look mouthwatering, sheened with oil,

and feel smooth as silk beneath my hands. The last time we played for a crowd, I flogged them until they glowed a brilliant sunset pink.

Tonight, I intend to paint them every color in the rainbow.

Grace whimpers as I rub massage oil onto her nipples, her eyelids heavy with arousal. My groin tightens. I smooth my palms down her torso, all the way to her thighs, spreading oil between her legs.

My little one hums with pleasure. I can already see a small patch of wet forming on her underwear.

I select a red paraffin candle, touching the wick to the tapered candle’s flame. I rotate the candle so that the wax melts evenly, creating a bowl of melted wax around the wick. Resting my hand on Grace’s knee, I wait until there’s a good amount of wax pooled in the center.

“Tell me if it’s too hot,” I say. The higher I hold the candle, the cooler the wax will feel when it reaches her skin. This isn’t our first time playing with wax, but it has been a while since our last effort.

Tipping the candle, I let a few drops fall onto her stomach. She inhales sharply.

“Too hot?” I ask.

“No, Sir,” she says. “Just...startling.”

I trail drops between her breasts, onto her upper chest, and finally, over her nipples. She bites her bottom lip and moans. My cock throbs; I’m sure it’s not the only dick in the room to react to the sound. I lower the candle by a few inches, letting a warmer drop of wax hit her breast.

She whines. “That was intense.”

“Pain or pleasure?”

Her mouth slants into a smile. “Both, Sir.”

I glide my hand up the inside of her thigh, skimming my fingers over her underwear. She’s nearly soaked through the fabric. I find it impossible to tear my eyes from the strip of cloth separating my gaze from what belongs to me.

Grace trembles as I trickle wax across her abdomen. I treasure her body’s reactions, from her breathy cries to the way her skin reddens along the edges of the wax. I switch out the red candle for a purple one that burns a bit hotter, which I drip along her thighs. She whimpers as a drop of hot paraffin slides down into her thigh crease. My attention follows the purple trail. We’ve only been playing a short while, but I’m more than ready to claim her.

Holding the candle at a short distance, I drop a small pool of wax onto her underwear.

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