“Yes, Master.”

“Perfect. It may be very warm, almost hot at times, but I promise not to hurt you.”

Declan picked up the white candle first. Declan tipped it to the side slowly, and poured beautiful white wax onto her waiting body, from the center of her breasts, covering one and then the other, downward, lower, pooling it onto her stomach.

Charlie thought it was warm at first, then warmer still, and soon bordering on hot. She hitched her breath, inhaling sharply at the heat. Fortunately, as soon as Charlie found the wax too much to handle in any given spot, Declan moved to another area on her body. Charlie glanced at him, grateful and yearning all at once. He always seemed to have one eye on the wax and one on her, gauging her responses.

Without warning, he set the jar down and moved in, kissing her hard on the lips. She gasped, breathing into his mouth. One of his hands forcefully grabbed Charlie’s hair and tugged, bringing her head up into the kiss, while his other hand reached for her oiled clit. He rubbed her gently back and forth.

Charlie wanted nothing more than to grab him. She wanted to touch him, but he required she remain still, and so she did. Declan slipped a finger into her roughly and kissed her passionately. Then he stopped. As though nothing had happened, Declan reached for the red wax.

“More pouring, my Charlotte.” He poured the red across some of the white. He let the wax drip onto her body until it hurt, but then no more, and then he moved on. Charlie wanted to ask him questions, except she couldn’t quite wrap her mind around any at the moment. She was liquid; slick and slippery, molten and dripping, pleasure and his. He set the red jar back on the table. This time she knew what to expect when he set it down. She knew and waited, grinning in anticipation and contentment.

Declan didn’t kiss her though. Not this time. He didn’t touch her body at all. He merely picked up the green jar to continue. He laughed at her. “A tad disappointed are we, Ms. Flynn?”

“I thought you would kiss me before like you did after the first jar.”

“I know.” Declan took the green jar in his hand and began to drizzle the wax onto her lower abdomen layering over some of the red.

“Why didn’t you, Master?” she asked.

“It’s much more exciting when it is not expected, don’t you think?” He stopped pouring the wax briefly. “The look of surprise in your eyes is highly rewarding for me. I enjoy all of your expressions, but those rare ones of spontaneous pleasure are my favorites.”

Charlie smiled, heady. It was so wonderful being in a relationship with him. He made everything seem important and special; he made her feel like she was special and important because of it.

“Charlotte. This final bit will be more intense than any of the previous ones because of the nature of the area where I wish to pour. If you wish to forego it, we can.”

Charlie shot him a confused look, and to better make his point, Declan rested his free hand over her sex, squeezing gently. She melted into him, pushing against him, aching for more. He took the green candle, hovering it above his other hand, and by association her most tender bits.

“I trust you fully, Master.”

It didn’t hurt at first. Waxed dripped from the jar onto her body as before, nothing out of the ordinary. Declan created a pool of green wax in her line of pubic hair, but then he moved lower. The wax slicked across her body gathering heat as it trailed lower and lower. Then it reached her clit. With the previous warmth already there, the effects were immediate and intense. Charlie cried out, gasping. A strong heat assaulted the center of her pleasure, consuming her.

Declan slipped two fingers inside her, protecting her inner depths, but at the same time creating an explosion of pleasure. She bucked in protest, alarmed at the onslaught of sensation. Then he stopped. He stopped and kissed her as he had before.

“Master,” she begged. “Please, may I kiss you?”

“Soon,” he said. “With your permission, I would like to take a picture of this.”

“I … ” Charlie wasn’t sure how she felt about that. It reminded her of the erotic imagery he had taken her to see. “May I see it after you’re done?” she asked sheepishly.

“Yes, of course.”

Charlie nodded and lay perfectly still. The wax covering her clit began to cool, but she continued to feel a pulse where he’d first poured it. Her clit pounded, beating like a miniature heart. Declan snapped the photos, just a few. She glanced over to see him slip his phone back into his pants pocket and disappear out of view. What now? Declan had covered her completely in wax; it would be difficult if not impossible to have sex right now. I look like the small altar at church during Advent.

He returned with a small metal knife. “This,” he licked his lips as his gaze raked over her wax encased body, “is the best part.”

“Why?” Charlie’s mind reeled with the possibilities.

“The heat from the wax increases your sensitivity to any sensation.” With nimble fingers, he maneuvered in quick strokes, peeling the wax from Charlie’s upper body, breasts, and stomach. Her skin was red and responsive. Everywhere Declan placed his fingers, every spot where his skin touched hers, felt like loose electricity was flowing through his body to hers. Declan chipped and flicked, removing more wax, leaving a red imprint of his work on her body. When he reached her mound, Charlie knew she was in trouble. Declan realized it too. He freed the wax from her small trail of pubic hair with ease. The oil had kept it from being too difficult to remove. As he cracked and peeled the waxy shell covering her clit, Charlie’s body danced in an immediate orgasm.

With the extra sensation, Charlie became completely undone. While Charlie writhed, twisting in climax atop the table, Declan stroked and rubbed her clit urging her climax onward.

“So you see, my Charlotte,” Declan spoke confidently. “When you trust me fully, you are rewarded in the most pleasurable way possible.”

Chapter Seventeen

Charlie checked the time on her desktop. It was well past lunchtime. She had been busy all Monday morning. She glanced over at Declan’s office. He was on the phone, and Charlie doubted he would bother to take a lunch break at all, working all the way through until his afternoon meeting.

She rose from her desk and collected her purse. Declan looked over at her, his eyebrow raising in question as she started for her office door.

Time for lunch, Charlie mouthed. I’ll bring you back something. She blew him a kiss, making his eyes sparkle.

When Charlie stepped outside the building, an excited thrill raced up her spine. She loved this time of year. She loved the change in seasons, and she always looked forward to Christmas. She could smell snow in the air. Perfect weather for the holidays. She practically skipped down the block toward the Italian restaurant where she and Declan often had takeout. She clutched her coat tightly as a gust of wind blew over her and ducked into the restaurant to place their order.

Ten minutes later, she collected the order and pushed her way through the crowded interior. A few flakes were twirling in the air, and she picked up her pace, as the wind grew stronger. Charlie had her head down as she rounded the corner to the front entrance of Pearse Publishing when she ran into someone. Charlie dropped one of the takeout bags and she bent, apologizing as she retrieved it. Hopefully she didn’t do too much damage to the food. As she stood back up, the person she’d collided with was still there.

Nausea bloomed in her stomach when she got a good look at the woman’s face. Katherine. She had the feeling after their only conversation it wouldn’t be the last time she’d see her.