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I grin against her mouth before I turn my head away and let go of her as I stand up in one smooth motion. Bella remains kneeling, gazing up at me through her thick lashes. I quickly try to come up with a plan for what to do, and curse myself for not having a backup idea at hand. But she really surprised me with her eagerness to try the wax play. The obvious answer is often the easiest one, and after a moment's hesitation I go for it. A light smile plays around Bella's lips as she watches me undo my pants and get my dick out. I'm so hard already

Cody- let him go Tody! Wax got off of me and Cody run to me, he dropped on his knees and hugged me. He was kissing my neck and even with the fear of dying it still turned me on. Wax- if you two start fucking I will burn both of you alive! Cody- oh relax, we can be civil you know. Wax- explain yourself coco. Cody- stop calling me that! I am not a kid anymore! Wax- you will always be in my eyes!.. now talk .

he gritted out, his voice thick with unmistakable arousal. I let a few more drops fall, one after another, trailing down his pecs toward his abdomen. Each drop made his muscles twitch, his breath hitching in restrained gasps. The wax cooled rapidly, hardening into small white patches against his bronze skin—like tiny marks of ownership. The sheer control of it sent shivers down my spine, my excitement teetering on the edge of trembling. "You like that?" I whispered, dragging my nails lightly over the hardened wax. He panted, his eyes half-lidded, his werewolf fangs just barely visible. "Keep going… Ashley… don’t stop."

He swats them away. "Don't try to sweet talk me, and I'll tell you when you can touch me. Remove your clothes." Wyatt steps back, and I pull my shirt over my head. I see him swallow as he watches me remove my bra. He's enjoying this just as much as I am. I slide my jeans and panties down, kicking them to the side.

I met its gaze for a moment, then looked away, cheeks burning. With a trembling hand, I touched the rounded tip to my outer lips. I rubbed it slowly up and down, coating the wax with my arousal. The coolness made me hiss, then moan as it warmed quickly against my heat. Every nerve sang. I circled my swollen clit with the tip, gentle at first, then with more pressure. My hips jerked. “Oh… God…”

"Wax and blood play, just what you need." Zeke lit several candles, the flames flickering as he dripped hot wax onto Eli's chest, starting slow—drops that cooled and hardened on his skin, pulling at the nipple clamps and drawing out gasps. But he escalated quickly, pouring larger streams across Eli's thighs and cock, the burning sensation making Eli writhe. "Feel that heat, you masochistic fuck," Zeke snarled, his free hand tracing the wax patterns.

Even though this is a soy wax candle, which is the safest, it was my first time, and I didn't want to take risks. The first drizzle had Jackson hissing or making a sound that sounded like he was hissing through the gag. His back muscles flex. Seconds later, he relaxed with a content sigh. The second and third drizzle came fast, and instead of jumping like the first time, he welcomed the burn with a moan. Fuck, he sounds so much more erotic with the gag on. No words were exchanged, just pure pleasurable sounds of contentment. I drizzled the hot wax all over his back, watching it harden quickly. Jackson bowed his head, making cute yet erotic sounds.

She grabbed his cock. “Aw, little man is hard,” said Wanda, gently masturbating his cock. The Captive looked dreamy eyed, at least until Wanda stretched his cock and trickled wax droplets on it. Eyes popping out of his head, the Captive gave an animalistic grunt. Wanda blew the candle out.

I muttered, lying back, eyes fixed on the ceiling, breathing shallow. The wax touched my skin. Warm at first, deceptively gentle, almost soothing. My body relaxed just enough to be tricked. Then she spread it lower, across the most sensitive part of me, and I clenched every muscle, teeth gritted. My stomach flipped as if the floor had dropped beneath me. The rip came. A shock of fire. I jerked, and the table rattled beneath me. “Motherfucker!” I hissed, hands gripping the edges until my nails bit into my palms, every nerve screaming.

“No words. No sounds. No touching back. If you do, we start over.” I nodded. He lit the candle. Drip. Hot wax hit my thigh. I flinched. It burned—but then… Ice. He touched the ice to the same spot. I gasped. Again. Drip. Burn. Cool. I was shaking. Arching. Then he handed me the wax. “Your turn.” My fingers trembled. I let the wax drip down his abs. He didn’t move. I followed it with the ice. He hissed. Then he was on me again—exploring me like a map he’d memorized but still wanted to study.