Page 80 of Five Days of Christmas Spice

Noel takes my right hand, cuffs it to the table, walks around, and does the same to my left. “Comfortable?”

I stretch a little, testing the restraint. The cuff is velvet-lined and soft against my skin. “Yes.”

“You tell me if it’s too tight.”

“I will.”

He turns to the table, picks up a bottle of oil, and squirts some between his hands.

As he starts to massage my shoulders, his hands coming down to cup each breast, I’m taken back to that day in the spa. Coming here has been a trip for my senses and it’s been a trip that has showed me how much I want this…how much I want a Dom.

Noel works quickly, his hands brushing across my stomach, down my legs, right to my feet.

“There, all set.”

I force myself to exhale through a sudden onset of nerves.

Noel reaches for a purple candle, lights it and it’s being held over me.

“Let’s test out how hot you find it.”

I swallow my mouth dry. I’m usually sensitive to warm temperature things, and didn’t realize that’d be a factor tonight. “This is a bad time to tell you I’m sensitive to heat.”

Noel’s lips purse, and his eyes darken. “Exactly the reason for a test. But thank you for telling me. Are you okay for me to proceed?”

“Yes.”

Noel holds the candle high above my leg.

I startle as the first droplets of wax fall.

Oh.

It’s not unpleasant.

It’s kind of soothing.

He does it again, his gaze glued to my face. This time, he holds the candle closer to my skin.

I jump at the sudden heat but relax as it quickly becomes a soothing warmth.

“I like it.”

“Good.” Noel rubs the wax spots on my left, rubbing it into my skin, and it feels so soothing a hum starts to vibrate low in my core.

Moving to my feet, he grabs a blue candle. He lights it, and I follow the flame as he holds it above me and lets the wax drip.

Noel moves the candle above my legs, painting me with trails of blue wax.

Noel massages the wax into me. “You like this, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I purr at the warmth-infused touch.

Noel moves to my stomach with the purple candle. The wax pours onto my belly in a wide circle. It doesn’t quite reach my breast or pussy.

But I jerk in the bonds, my belly more sensitive to the heat than my leg.

“Shh. You got this, Holly.”

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