“Your mouth is nice and dry, is it not? I imagine it feels like a desert. You feel like you’re thirsting to death, don’t you? You poor thing, I bet you’d like a glass of water right now, wouldn’t you?”

When the bed dips and he stands in front of me again, I glare at him hard.

“Now, since I’ve gagged you, darlin’, you can’t safe word. Those holes in that gag are made for you to blow through. They make a whistling sound when you do. Blow three times to safe word. If you don’t blow three times in a row, I’m going to assume it’s pleasure whistling through. Understand?” He taps his chin as my eyes trail down the ripples of his rock hard abs, all the way to his flaccid cock. How in the shit is he still soft? I’m so damn wet. Oh god, now I’m even thirstier than I was before. This is so fucked up!

“Whistle through the gag three times, Sage, so I know you understand!” he snaps at me, bringing my eyes back to his. They’re the darkest I have ever seen now. The black is invading the white of his eyes. I shiver as I blow air through the gag as he ordered.

“Mmmm…,” he murmurs as he turns to pick up the candle, now with almost an inch of hot, liquid wax sitting at the top. “This is gonna hurt, not gonna lie to you. Be ready. Breathe slowly in and out as you shift through the pain. Make sure there is enough space between the breaths so that I don’t think you’re safewording.”

I nod, because what else am I supposed to do. I can’t fucking talk. When he looms in front of me, his tall form stands so that his mouth meets my tits. His velvet tongue flicks at one nipple before he pulls back to flick it with his free hand. I moan and the gag’s whistle filters through the air. The wetness pools deeper between my thighs.

“I can smell you. Don’t fucking come until I say you can, and that is a big fucking if tonight. Your attitude has pissed me off, and seeing you with him has lit me ablaze,” he roars, his hot breath bouncing off of my skin.

So that is what this is about! He didn’t fucking want me until he saw me with my ex? That little fucking prick son of a bitch!

I jerk my head to the side and stare at the wall. Fuck him. He isn’t getting any more attention from me. A hard slap to my pussy draws my gaze back and has me crying out into the gag, and my eyes immediately water.

“Stop fucking pouting!”

I close my eyes, allowing them to clear before I reopen them. He seems appeased by this and walks around to the side of the bed and climbs up. From the corner of my eyes, I see him drop to his knees and move towards my backside, never once spilling the melted wax. “Take a breath, because it’ll be your last free one.”

Oh, god, what does that even mean?

His palm connects with my skin, and I scream against the ball in my mouth.

“I told you to take a breath. Next time, you’ll listen to me,” he drawls as his hand rains fire down on my ass cheeks.

I scream until my throat burns. I want to cry out, to ask him what in the hell he is doing, but he seems to read my mind. It’s a good thing, too, because I’m left immobile because of him.

“What? You thought you were getting the wax? You silly girl.” His sexy laugh washes over me as he stands. “Your skin is tender now,” he whispers in my ear as the molten candle spills onto my back. A scream echoes throughout the room, a scream that sounds non-human, as the scalding liquid trickles down to the globes made raw with his palm. That scream came from me, and it continues as the wax pours evenly over my delicate skin.

I want so badly to whistle three times, but he will see me as weak, and I don’t want that. I want all of him, so if I need to work myself up to his satisfaction, I will. I want this lifestyle, but more importantly, I want it with him.

My face heats and I know it is bright red as he coaxes me. “Breathe in…,” he murmurs into my ear. “Breathe out.” I do as I am told. “Again.” My pulse slows as I repeat this process as ordered. “Good girl. You made it through a short course of wax play.”

My head drops in relief, knowing that part is over, and he tucks my hair behind my ears while his body presses against my sore backside.

“Shh… calm, breathe one more time for me, baby.”

My heart beats erratically at the softness of his tone, and I turn my head to the side to look directly into his soulless eyes. He blows out the candle and leans over to set it on my nightstand. His thumb reaches under my right eye and catches a lone tear I didn’t know was escaping down my face. Shadow gives me a moment longer to stare into his eyes before he jumps down, picks up his bag, and digs through it.

Oh god, can I have five breathing minutes, please? I want to beg and whistle, but when I see his large cock begin to harden, I realize I have no choice but to go through with this. He truly requires pain. Until this moment, I didn’t realize the extent of his need for it. This knowledge, this proof I now have, gives me the strength I need to let him move forward.

Shadow pulls out a bottle of mouthwash, twists the cap off, swishes, and then swallows it. What in the world is he doing? He strolls over to the bed, bag in one hand, mouthwash in the other. He sets the sack down on the mattress and uses his free hand to twist my nipples in his callused grip. I don’t dare scream. I absorb the pain like he wants, and as I want, too. After he is satisfied with himself, he pours the contents over my tweaked buds, and I hiss through the burning. His eyes flick to mine, and he smiles at me so warmly that it makes the searing pain fade away to nothing.