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Chapter 3

Susan writhed under Sir Robert’s gloved hand, the hot wax spilling onto her back and hardening. All the colors of the rainbow, or at least in the online catalog of the candle merchant, had been dripped, poured and ladled onto her back, bottom and thighs, running like the rivers of Eden across her smooth skin.

He used the head of one candle to round off the tip of a two-inch diameter church candle and pushed it inside her.

“Oh God, yes,” she said. “Please, Master, more.”

He smiled, one hand manipulating the candle inside her while the other held a hot red taper candle over her spine, adding another layer of color to the canvas spread across her willing flesh. He left off fucking her, twisting her hands up off the bench and behind her back and switching to white tapers, fixing the red one vertically into the soft wax already pooled in the small of her back. The white candles, lit in a bundle of three from the red, spilled a torrent of wax over her fingers and wrists. Susan shrieked, twisting around the thick rod of wax filling her on the inside.

“Please, Master, please.”

If he could have seen her eyes he would have smiled even more. He knew they would be opened wide, desperate for release.

“Not yet,” he commanded, fumbling open the fastenings of his pants. He stopped the rain of wax in order to free his erection, rubbing it in the hot pools covering her body to share the pain and pleasure she was yielding to. He rubbed against her, feeling the pressure build. “Now!”

“Thank you, Master,” she cried, going into convulsions. The church candle clattered to the floor as her vaginal muscles contracted, her juices spilling over the wax in a torrent of white foam.

Robert came, his semen spilling over her and mixing into the wax.