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Declan’s words soothed her. “Don’t trust me because I tell you to do so. Trust me because you find me worthy of your trust.” The Friday after Thanksgiving, he held her hand, leading her to a room adjacent to his office. He flipped on the lights and closed the door behind them.
The room was odd. It looked like a massage therapist’s room had mated with a personal library. A lush massage table held court in the center of the room and the surrounding walls lined with filled bookshelves. There was a locked cabinet to the side of the massage table.
“Charlotte, remove your clothing,” Declan commanded, giving her no time to inspect the bookshelves or anything else for that matter.
“What?”
“Remove your clothing,” he repeated.
“What if I don’t want to?” Charlie asked.
“Regardless of whether or not you want to continue with what I am about to introduce you to, I still demand you to be naked.”
“Oh,” Charlie said, and in a moment of blondness added, “Are we going to have sex in here?”
“If you don’t wish to have sex with me, then feel free not to remove your clothing.”
Excitedly, Charlie stripped out of her clothes, laying them in a pile on the cushioned table. Declan admired her; Charlie blushed under his gaze. She didn’t mind being naked in front of him, but he was still fully clothed, so it seemed bit more uncomfortable. A good sort of uncomfortable though. Her stomach tightened, and her heartbeat raced as he took her in.
The silence between them heightened her anxiety further. “Are you going to remove your clothing too?” Charlie asked, her words penetrating the solitude.
“All in due time, Charlotte.” Declan walked around her, seemingly content to take in her bared curves for the moment. “Tonight’s lesson is about trust. This is why I had you disrobe while I remained fully clothed. I asked you to bare your flesh to me, rather than force you to go through physical aggression, ripping the clothing from your body,” Declan detailed. “Had I done so, you would have complied. You would have stood here, shaking and nervous, but you would have not pulled away.
“I didn’t want to use my hands though. I wanted you to offer me what is mine, what you have given to me, and yet continue to shy away from showing.” Declan moved Charlie’s clothing to the top of the cabinet. “You profess your trust in me, and I do not doubt your words. I want more though. I want you to use actions.” Declan strode to the iPod device on the wall and selected some music. “Lay on your back on the table, Ms. Flynn.”
“Yes, Master.” Sitting on the table, Charlie swung her legs up, then laid down, staring at the ceiling. Suddenly the space reminded her of a doctor’s office, and she felt relieved that Declan’s table didn’t have stirrups. “What song is this, Master?” Charlie questioned him in an effort to shake the medical fetish thoughts from her mind.
“Be still,” Declan answered as he moved toward a bookcase in the corner to retrieve something. “It’s a song by The Fray. Do you like it?”
“I do, Master. It’s quite relaxing.”
“What candle scent is your favorite, Charlotte?” he asked. “I have lemongrass sage, maple sugar, and sandalwood amber.”
“I think the maple sugar,” Charlie said.
“Feeling festive are we, Ms. Flynn?” Charlie could hear the amusement in his voice despite his formality.
“Yes, Master. I do like to get in the holiday spirit.” Charlie laughed.
Declan retrieved some candles. He arranged the four of them in a circle on the smaller table closest to Charlie. He quickly unscrewed the lids off each candle, proceeding to ignite each wick with his lighter.
The smell filled the room as the flames melted the scented wax. “How many candles do you have?”
“I’m not sure. I don’t really keep track. I like to keep a variety on hand to suit my tastes.”
“So far this is incredibly relaxing. I don’t quite understand how it is a lesson though.”
“Ah, well … ” Declan smiled and came up alongside Charlie, placing his hands on her stomach, kneading her skin lightly beneath his strong fingers. “I will explain that too as we proceed.”
Charlie wanted to speak, but she found herself only able to nod. Her stomach filled with fluttering, and with the addition of Declan’s hands on her body, she felt as though she would burst like a confetti-filled balloon, ready to release all her eagerness at any moment.
Declan slowly caressed her stomach, teasing at her belly button. One of his hands roamed upward near her bared breasts while the other wandered southward.
“I am going to start by covering your body in baby oil, Charlotte. Think of it as massage oil if you will.”
“If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from?”
“Really, Charlotte? Quoting George Carlin?” Declan couldn’t help but grin a bit.
“I’m sorry, Master. I’m a bit nervous. I thought it might be good to ease the tension a bit.”
“The oil is completely safe, although very slippery. Just think of it as a massage.”
“I still don’t see how all of this seduction provides a teachable moment,” she said.
“No, I don’t suppose it would seem like that,” Declan agreed. “The oil is necessary for two reasons. It heats as the wax is applied, increasing the sensation. It also serves to ensure the wax comes off more easily.” His fingers slid down Charlie’s body, dancing down to her slit, and carefully spreading her open. “Especially when it comes to this.” He gripped what little trace of pubic hair she had left in the thin strip.
Charlie gasped aloud, her hands gripping the edges of the table as Declan pushed a finger inside her. “Apparently not all of you needs to be oiled. You seem quite slippery here already.” Declan kept going, pushing all the way inside her, his finger exploring her depths. “I like this,” he said, brushing his thumb over the strip of hair.
“Master,” Charlie panted. She wanted to let him know that she was enjoying this far too much for it to be some sort of punishment or lesson, but then she thought better of it. If he wants to teach me something this way, who am I to complain?
He grinned at her, almost as if he knew her every thought. “As I was saying, the oil acts as a barrier to the melted wax.”
Charlie tensed at the pleasant feeling of his finger rubbing inside her. Her mind was a mess, distracted by his finger. Wait, what was he saying? “Melted wax? Ummm … ”
“Yes, Ms. Flynn, melted wax.”
“Will it be very painful?”
“I promise you it won’t hurt. It might become somewhat uncomfortable at times, but that is fleeting.”
“I … ” Charlie wanted to believe him, to trust him, but this was candle wax, melted and hot.
Declan picked up one of the candles and held it alongside the table next to Charlie. She stared at the flame as it danced, moving like a belly dancer to and fro. A pool of wax had formed beneath the engulfed wick as they talked, expanding outward toward the candle’s glass confines.
“Trust me, Charlotte.” He moved the candle closer. “Dip the tip of your finger in the wax quickly and remove it.”
Charlie wanted to prove she trusted him, but she wasn’t sure. She didn’t need to continue. She could ask him to stop and he would. Declan promised he wouldn’t hurt her, and so far he hadn’t. Why should this moment prove otherwise?
She carefully dipped the tip of her index finger into the melted wax and pulled it out. It was warm, but nothing too intense. She marveled as the wax slowly solidified on her fingertip, the warmth dissipating as it hardened. It left a soft, smooth casing on her skin, but no lingering pain.
“See?” Declan smirked.
Charlie nodded. Declan still had his finger inside her, but now his play was more focused on her G-spot. Distracted by the wax demonstration momentarily, her focus soon returned to her previous point of distraction.