So this is not just from a WIP but an actual rough draft. My Master was in the mood and afterwards while I was still semi-silly and in subspace, I finished the scene that I'd been struggling with all day. Background from "Skipping the Primrose Path: Book Three," Iona keeps one candle in her collection that is specifically for hot wax play with a specific submissive. During a shopping trip that happens in "Skipping..." Vala selects her special candle. I realized in re-write that I never showed Iona using that special candle on Vala so I endeavored to create this scene...
Okay so after a bunch of debate, I decided to tease :D Just a bit of scene- but I swear! Book 2 is being formatted :D
Vala closed her eyes for a moment. She looked up at Iona, her eyes growing wide as Iona flicked the lighter, and touched the flame to the candle's unburnt wick. She let her eyelids drop closed for a moment, the dazzle of the gemstones reflecting the candlelight dancing where only she could see it.
"Open your eyes, baby girl," came Iona's delicate order.
Vala's eyelids fluttered up, Iona's face dawning into view between clinging eyelashes. More candlelight had replaced the overhead light. She whimpered to see the metallic pinpricks on the glove covering Iona's hand.
"We need to remove some of this wax before I add more." Iona smiled as she wrapped her hand around one of Vala's breasts. The pricks cut into the dried wax, which she brushed away with her naked hand.
"My Lady," Vala gasped. She shuddered against the bed, pushing down as if to escape into Iona's comforter.
"Should I go back to this or are you already too turned on?" Iona brushed the back of her hand from the top of Vala's labia down to the moist perineum.
"Please, please, my Lady," Vala begged, feeling the surge of arousal, both metaphorical and literal, working at her hungry cunt.
"I wonder if this glove would be too cruel between your legs." Iona worked over the candle wax from Vala's lower chest to upper belly, the wax breaking in time with her groans.
"If it... if it—"
"Yes, I think it would please me greatly, after I've marked your wet lips with wax."
Vala felt her hips lifting as if the threatening orgasm would rip out of her body, permission or no. She froze when Iona's leather fingertips brushed her inner thighs.
"Greta?" Iona laughed, the sound eerily dominant.
"Yes, my Lady." Greta's movements at the unspoken command caught Vala's attention at her periphery.
"I do so love this candle that you chose, my lovely little girl." The tiny spokes of metal caressed Vala as Iona talked. "To find such an interesting little kiosk that had handmade candles. The mixture of the jade and the smoky quartz. And this deep green wax. It'll hurt nicely, won't it?"
"Yes, my Lady." Vala groaned listlessly at Greta's hands on her left ankle.
"It is my choice that your legs be bound far apart for me today."
Can you wait until book 4 comes out to read the rest of this scene? :D