Page 41 of A Master's Destiny
“I enjoy wax play, Sir. I am sure it won’t be necessary.”
I nod and ask her, “Do you have any limits?”
“No, Sir. Use my body as your canvas.”
“Oh, I will, honey.”
She smiles, a blush rising to her cheeks.
“Are you interested in intercourse afterward?”
She looks me up and down lustfully. “That is my favorite kind of aftercare, Sir.”
“Perfect.” Folding my arms, I look her over with approval. “The schoolgirl outfit is charming. However, for this scene, you must strip completely.”
“Would you like me to strip now, Sir?”
“I would,” I answer in a seductive tone.
Honey keeps her green eyes on me as she slowly unbuttons her blouse, showing off a lacy white bra underneath. Slipping off the thin blouse, she then kicks off her shoes and slowly unzips her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She is the picture of perfection with her matching white lace panty set and those white thigh-high socks.
Leaning against the red bondage bench, she rolls down each sock and slips it off. Honey bites her bottom lip as she reaches behind her back and unhooks her bra. With a glint in her eye as she looks at me, she slips the straps from her shoulders and lets the bra flutter to the ground.
Her breasts are petite and her nipples a light shade of pink against her creamy white skin. Shimmying out of her lace panties, she shows off her nearly bare pussy with its thin patch of red. That little strip of red is incredibly enticing, and I lick my lips.
Holding out my hand, I guide her to the table and lift her onto it. “I assume you like to be bound?”
“Only with those I trust.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Do you trust me?”
She nods confidently. “I can read people, Sir. Your countenance screams trust.”
I smirk, both amused and honored by her declaration. “Then bound you shall be.”
Before I begin, I hold up each candle so she can see the color before I light it.
“Those colors are going to look beautiful on my skin,” she purrs.
“I was thinking the same thing,” I agree hungrily.
Taking my time, I bind her wrists and ankles with the red cuffs attached to the table. Glancing over to see if the candles are ready, I notice Ashford’s partner out of the corner of my eye. She’s bound to his table as well but positioned on all fours. The woman arches her back as he pours the hot wax down between her shoulder blades. My stomach turns, still troubled by her resemblance to my mother.
Turning away from them both, I refocus my attention on the beautiful submissive bound to my table. “Which color should we start with?”
“Purple. I love the color purple!”
I pick up the pillar candle, which now has a nice pool of melted wax in the center. Hovering over her stomach, I slowly tilt it.
The moment the wax lands on her skin she let out a scream. Goosebumps rise on my skin as I react to the sound and quickly wipe the wax away with my hand, listening to her cry, “Red, red, red…!” over and over again.
I am shocked by how incredibly hot the wax is.
In an instant, Vendari Steele is by my side, handing me a cold compress. I place it against her skin to cool the burn.
“Honey, I’m sorry,” I murmur and quickly undo her bindings. “I don’t know what happened.”
She sits up, looking up at me tearfully, her bottom lip trembling as she struggles not to cry.
