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.
Charlie took a cautious step backward, remembering that Katherine seemed a bit unhinged the last time she had seen her. “What do you want?” she bit out. “Declan will not be pleased to find you harassing me.”
Katherine’s face twisted into a snarl. “Thanks to your overreaction, Declan’s gone off the rails. He’s refused to publish anything of mine. He won’t do business with me because of you, and he’ll blackball me, which will hurt my ability to get anything published ever. You’ve fucked everything up; you little bitch!”
“I fucked everything up for you?” Charlie yelled. “You did it to yourself, Katherine.”
“Shut the fuck up!” Katherine shouted, gripping Charlie’s wrist tightly.
“Get the hell away from me,” Charlie warned. “Back off!”
Katherine’s grasp was tight and cruel. Charlie wanted to get the hell away from Katherine and return to Declan. To the safety of his arms, where she knew he’d never allow anything or anyone to hurt her.
“No chance in hell, sweetheart. You and I have something to discuss,” she snapped. “I want you to convince Declan to publish my latest manuscript. I know you can do it. You have him wrapped around your little finger. I need this publishing contract to happen, Sugar Kink, and you’re going to get it for me.”
“You’re out of your ever loving mind! I’m not doing any such thing. Declan would kill me for even suggesting it. I am not going to go against his wishes, especially not for the likes of you. No get out of my face or I’ll start screaming bloody murder.”
“If I were you, I wouldn’t do that,” Katherine spoke in a low voice. She shoved her phone at Charlie, the display screen jumping before she could bring it into focus. She gasped at what she saw on the screen. How could this be happening?
“Oh my God,” Charlie whispered.
It was her. It was a picture of her covered in wax.
How did she get this? As far as she knew, Declan was the only one who had a copy. Declan snapped them the night he first introduced her to candle play. The fact that Katherine had seen them, that possibly others had seen them, sickened her. Nausea viciously knotted her stomach.
“Now here’s how this works,” Katherine said, her grip on Charlie’s wrist tightened as if she knew how much Charlie wanted to get away. “You’re going to give Declan the manuscript, pretending not to know it’s mine, and ask that he take a look at it. You convince him to publish it using whatever charms seem to have him under your spell. If you don’t, I will go public with these photos. How do you think your family will like to see these pictures? How do you think old man Pearse will like that his son is screwing the staff? You will all be famous, but not in a way that any of you will enjoy.”
An icy cold settled into Charlie’s body. She stared numbly at Katherine as devastation crashed over her. That bitch would do it too. She saw the desperation in her eyes.