Page 94 of Not Safe For Work

Every sadist in the room squirmed. The subs did too, and the ones who’d had wax before were obvious—they either winced like they knew exactly what it felt like, or they damn near started drooling as they watched the Dom drizzle the molten liquid across the whimpering woman’s back.

Against the wall, a good-looking guy around my age was watching intently, arms folded across his mostly bare chest, leather pants barely containing one hell of an erection. One boot was pressed flat against the wall, and the woman on her knees had his full attention.

She glanced up at one point, making eye contact with him. He smiled, dipping his chin in the slightest of nods, and she smiled too before another drizzle of hot wax forced another cry out of her. He’d probably have to carry her out of here when this was over, and soothe and cuddle her for hours to keep her from crashing when she came out of subspace, but I couldn’t imagine a Dom who would protest that. And when she was back on terra firma, he’d likely reward her handsomely for pleasing the other Dom as well as she obviously was right then.

I shifted my weight.

“You all right?” Rick asked.

“Oh yes.” I licked my lips. Whispering so softly, only he would be able to hear me, I asked, “Is that what you want?”

He fixed his gaze on the woman and the wax. “Yes. Please.”

“Didn’t realize you were that into pain.”

“It’s not… It’s not the pain.”

“Then…?”

Before he could speak, the woman cried out again, pulling against her bindings, and we both exhaled. I wasn’t even sure if Rick had the slightest inkling of attraction to women, but the scene clearly held his attention as much as it held mine.

He swallowed and kept his focus on the Dom pouring wax on the whimpering sub. “Pain’s fun, but something like that requires so much trust. It’s the same reason I’d be into breath play if it wasn’t so dangerous.” He turned his head toward me. “It’s not the pain. It’s the trust it takes to let someone cause that kind of pain.”

I rested my hand on the small of his back. “So, giving someone permission to do something that could cause an injury, but trusting that they won’t.”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

I glanced at the Dom against the wall. The one with the ladle. The sub. The one against the wall again. “Would you trust me enough to—”

“Yes.” He licked his lips. “Completely.”

I held his gaze. My pulse was going crazy now, my body temperature skyrocketing, and not just because of my leather pants. I had a beautiful, willing submissive with me—what the hell were we doing watching someone else?

“Let’s go.” I leaned in and whispered in his ear, “We’re going to find a private area so I can put you on your knees.”

His Adam’s apple jumped. “L-lead the way…”

As we went looking for a room, I said, “You really do want to try the wax, don’t you?”

He blinked a few times like he was struggling to focus. “Y-yes.”

“You have any idea how much it turns me on to imagine you all covered in wax while I’m fucking you?”

A heavy breath rushed out of his parted lips, and he whispered, “Oh God.”

I barely kept myself from shivering. Melted wax all over that beautiful back? The sounds he’d make? The way he’d be trembling and struggling to hold himself up?

Oh yes. We had to do this. Soon.

But for tonight…

All the rooms with locks on the doors turned out to be occupied, but we found a semiprivate one that a group had just finished using. It was open, so people could come and go, but not quite as exposed as the one where the wax and caning scenes had been going on.

“This will work.” I shoved the backpack off Rick’s shoulders. Before it had even hit the floor, I kissed him. Hands on his neck, body against his, I forced his lips apart, and all thoughts of tying, topping, tormenting him left my brain. I didn’t care what we did right then—I just needed to have him. My hands on him, my mouth on him, my erection rubbing against him or moving inside him. I hadn’t been this horny in ages.

Panting, I broke the kiss. I took a breath to speak, ready to tell him to find the lube and condoms in the backpack, but he gazed back at me with blown pupils, brow knitted and nothing short of “anything you want, please” written all over his face.

In a heartbeat, all those thoughts of tying, topping, tormenting came flooding back.