Free King of Clubs by Cheyenne McCray Page B

the ropes and tugged at her nipple charms, adjusting the loops so that they were even firmer around her already taut nubs.
    When she was splayed out for his enjoyment and her punishment, the nervousness in her belly increased. Ty produced a candle in his palm, another display of magic that seemed to come so naturally to him.
    Ty flicked his fingers and a small flame burst atop the candle that was a deep shade of mulberry and smelled of raspberries when it started to burn. The flame flickered and danced, its bluish yellow flame almost mesmerizing her.
    Awai had never before felt as vulnerable as she did at that moment. Even being whipped on the cross had been different than being splayed out on this “altar.” At least on the cross her back had been to him. Now he could see all of her—from her facial expressions to her rouged nipples, to her wide, open pussy.
    “This is made from a special wax that is not too hot and will not harm your skin.” He held the candle over one of her breasts. “Are you ready, tigress?”
    She could already see the wax pooling at its top and a bead dripping down its side. “Yes, Majesty.” He tilted the candle over her nipple and she shut her eyes tight, then gasped as the wax burned then cooled…pain then pleasure.
    “Watch,” he demanded, and she opened her eyes.
    She looked up to see his blue gaze, as blue as the crystal waters in the Bahamas, and she became lost in those eyes. He could do anything to her and she knew she would enjoy it. All in that one moment she knew for a fact that he would never hurt her, would never cause her pain beyond what was enjoyable.
    Her gaze followed his as he looked to her nipple and dribbled wax over the taut nub and the nipple ring. Again the burning feeling and then a sense of bliss as the wax rolled down her firm globe to the hollow between her breasts. Awai sighed and gave herself up to the constant sensations of heat then coolness, pain then pleasure.
    It was a craft that Ty enjoyed, turning his future mate into a work of art. After he had dribbled lines of wax over her breasts, he created a trail down her belly, around the shooting star at her belly button, to her hairless mons. Ah, but he enjoyed seeing a woman so purely, so beautiful in all her splendor. He again tilted the candle and Awai gasped as he dripped the wax over the fullness of her mound.
    Always he watched for signs of distress, waiting for what she called her “safe word.” But Awai’s expression was one of fear, anticipation, and bliss, constantly changing as he allowed the wax to coat her body.
    When he had finished with the raspberry-scented wax, he used his magic to put out the fire on that candle and send it back to his table of implements. He then retrieved an ivory candle with an almond scent and started the process once again.
    As he covered his mate in wax he could scent her increased arousal, could see it in the way she arched up to him and to the wax. So easy it would be to give in and to fuck her now. Never had he felt such raging desire that he could barely rein in his urge to take her hard and to take her now.
    But no…she had much more to learn. And he had to take his time—and give her the time she needed. If she could only trust him completely, all of those old chains would break, and his tigress would roar in ways she had only imagined.
    Awai was amazed at how exciting it was to be coated in wax, as though her body was being coated in paraffin in the same manner her hands and feet were when she went to the health spa. But of course this was far more erotic. She had seen it done at the BDSM clubs, but it was something she had never experienced herself.
    When Ty had finished putting a thick coating of wax from her breast to her mound, he put the flame out and sent the candle away with his magic.
    Ty stepped back to survey his handiwork and smiled. Awai’s dark hair splayed out against the white leather altar. Her pupils were dilated, and her blue eyes focused on