Page 29 of Defy

My heart was what I questioned.

“I’m glad. Now we begin.”

The bed shifted, and I heard the clang of ice right before his mouth grazed my breasts, his lips cooler than usual, telling me he held a frozen instrument of torture between his teeth.

Now I understood what he meant by love and hate.

I held my breath, expecting the burning cold sensation, but couldn’t help but gasp the second it touched my breast. My nipples puckered as Damon rolled the cube around them, straining toward him, and my core contracted at the dueling feel of hot and cold.

Then I released a guttural cry from the back of my throat and jerked on my restraints as burning fire engulfed one nipple and just as fast stemmed.

“Oh dear God, what the hell was that.” Tears pooled against the mask covering my eyes, and I could barely breathe, only able to inhale shallow pants.

This wasn’t what I wanted, or was it?

“First, tell me if you liked it and want more.” Damon’s fingers glided along my pussy lips, stroking my sopping cleft. “Your cunt is telling me a lot, why don’t you.”

I swallowed, not understanding whether or not I enjoyed the white-hot pain I’d just experienced.

This extraordinary need ignited, pushing at parts of me I never knew existed. It was as if the pain released a delicious hormone, shooting it through my blood and making me crave more. I had to have more.

“I—I loved it. Do it again.”

“Are you sure?” He crooned in the wicked way of his that teased and warned. “I won’t lead with ice after a few more drops.”

“Drops?”

“Yes, drops from candle wax. That’s what you experienced. Without the ice, it will become intense. Are you sure you can handle it?”

A scene flashed in my mind, one I saw at Lucian’s club, Violent Delights. The couple performed a wax play scene on stage. The Domme covered every part of her submissive’s body, including his penis, in wax, and he loved every second of the experience. It was beautiful and turned me on more than I realized.

This was long before I met Damon, long before our eyes connected, and everything changed for me.

Now, it was my turn to experience it.

Swallowing, I nodded and said, “I’m sure. I want this.”

That was all the permission I needed to give him. Damon’s mouth encircled my other nipple until my nerves froze. Then fire burned through me, clouding my mind as it warred with the dueling burning sensations.

He played the game of ice and melted wax all over my breasts for, I wasn’t sure how long. I relished every moment of the tingling, the pleasure-filled pain, the endorphins shooting through my body.

I was more than ready when he no longer used the ice and trailed hot, molten wax along my arms and legs.

I squirmed to get away and begged for him never to stop. I loved every moment of it.

My core clenched with every splash. I thrashed and jerked against the restraints, holding my arms as I grew desperate for the orgasm only Damon could give me.

“You said you’d fuck me. What are you waiting for?” I tried to close my legs, needing to relieve the ache, but he sat between them, making me suffer.

“I still have plans. You aren’t ready yet.”

I growled, “Are you kidding me? I’m ready. I’m so ready.”

“I have to clean you up first, then I’ll consider using my cock.”

“You evil bastard.”

“Every time you call me a name, I will remind you that you picked me.” He pulled my legs wide apart, setting a thigh over each of his, and then he lay his thick, rigid cock along the swollen folds of my sex. “You are so ready for me. I bet the second I slide into this sweet cunt of yours, you’d come all over me.”

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