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Then she freezes, everything tensing, coiling as her orgasm slams into her. I watch as her eyes roll back, breathy moans dripping from her lips. Hell and damnation, but she’s gorgeous when she comes.

I continue to stroke in and out until she twists and turns, desperate to get away. Pulling out of her body, I grab the candle, my mind burning just as hot. The wax pools a bit, just enough that I can begin the fun.

Tipping it forward, I watch in fascination as the pale wax splashes against her skin. Kitty cries out, jerking back at the sudden sensation. Precum pearls at my tip as I watch the distress crawl over her face before she gives in and relaxes under the heat.

I love hurting her. I crave seeing that look of acquiescence as her body finally submits to my desires. But most of all, I love the look of my white wax against her pale skin.

Just like the fire I hold within my palm, I would burn the world to keep her by my side. And that’s when I realize just how far gone I am. I would kill any and everyone who posed a threat to her.

CHAPTER 17

William

Her breasts heave as pink spreads out around the drops of wax peppering her skin. Though she always looks lovely to me, I want to capture this moment, sear it into my brain for all eternity. Her shy innocence wars with the lust so evident on her face.

I want to kiss those pouty lips, parted in anticipation of the next drop. Cupping the glass goblet in my hand, I run my thumb along the intricate design cut into it. To an untrained eye, it looks like any normal bit of decoration. However, to my skilled fingers, I can feel each curve and divot that makes up not only my family crest but a hidden flame in there as well.

It blends in so well that I commissioned this artist to make me entire sets to use while entertaining company. My own private joke that causes me to smile any time a stuff-shirted member of the Ton deems me worthy enough to drink with. No doubt they think me amused at their person when all the while I’m chuckling at the idea of how scandalized they’d be if they knew of this other set.

Tipping it again, I drizzle a line of wax down her sternum, pausing before I get to her belly button. Her body clenches as a soft moan slips from her lips. The line of white glows in the light of the fireplace, illuminating the temporary decorations that mar her skin. I watch as her eyes flutter for a moment, her gaze far away.

This time, however, I know it’s not her mind splitting or disassociating out of a need to protect itself. She has that haze about her, that dreamy look of someone on the cusp of drifting off into the ether. I love that look on her and plan to bring it across her face far more often.

“Where are you, little kitten?” I ask, just to see her unfocused eyes blink up at me.

“I… I’m here.”

Grazing her cheek with my fingers, I smile down into those pools of black surrounded by sapphire. “That you are, kitten.” Holding her gaze, I tip the glass and splash her nipple.

She sucks in a breath as her pupil dilates even further. I scent the air, taking her honeyed arousal into my lungs. Reaching down with my free hand, I graze her lower lips, smiling as arousal coats my fingertips.

“Such a wet, little omega,” I purr, dragging the pad of one finger across her clit. “So aroused at the discomfort I’m causing you. Do you like this? Do you like it when I hurt you for my pleasure?”

“Y- Yes, Your Grace,” she moans, arching into my hand.

How I so desperately wish to drip wax over her mound, allowing the warmth to glide down onto these sensitive bits. But then, I wouldn’t be able to play with her or torment her once that hardened clit was encapsulated by wax.

Setting the goblet to the side, I flash her a devious grin before once more rooting around under the bench. In the firelight, I look at the different labels, squinting in the dimness until my fingers graze against the dark amber bottle. I hold it up, making a grand show of studying the contents.

Kitty looks over at it, her expression seemingly unperturbed. My, but my little omega has no idea what’s in store for her. Uncorking the bottle, I pass it under my nose, taking in the spicy, fragrant scent of ginger before setting it on a small table next to me.

Like my candles, I had this oil specially prepared for me and my devious notions. Striding over to a set of drawers, I pull out a set of medical dilators, their purpose for anything other than medicinal use. This time, as she looks at me, her eyes grow wide, unease clouding their depths.

“Does this frighten you?”

“In truth, Your Grace, everything you do frightens me on some level.”

With a grin, I set down the bottle, freeing my hand. Reaching down, I slide my fingers through her arousal. “And yet, you get so sodden for me.”

“I know.” Her lashes lower for a moment, but not before I see the flash of shame cross her face.

“No,” I growl, setting the dilator down next to the bottle. “You will never allow such a feeling to pass through you again. There is nothing shameful about what we do here. The pleasure you feel at my hand is nothing to hide away from. In fact, I’m sure many of the Ton have such desires. They’re just too cowardly to allow others to know. While you’re in my house and under my control, nothing you do or feel will be looked upon with an incriminating eye.”

“Yes, but-”

“There are no buts, unless, of course, you’re referring to that delectable arse of yours.”

A pretty blush spreads across her cheeks, making my cock jerk behind my buckskin breeches. “No, Your Grace.”