Page 177 of Please Hate Me

“Areyougood at it?” she asked.

I pressed my lips into a thin line before nodding. “I know my way around a lot of kinks… wax is just one of them.”

She seemed to perk up at the idea as she sat the book on the back of the couch.

“Can you show me?”

“Darlin’, I’ll do more than show you.” I leaned in close enough for my lips to graze her ear. “I’ll leave you beggin’ for more.”

That’s all it took to get Mason into the bathroom while I grabbed a few essentials—body oil, an ice pack, a knife, and, of course, the candle and a lighter.

By the time I got back to her, she’d stripped naked and lit a few candles of her own. Their flickering glow was the only light in the bathroom. She rested on the edge of the tub as she watched me, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips.

“You been waitin’ for me?” I asked as I set my tools near the sink.

“Less waiting, more…preparing.”

Her gaze darted to my pile of toys as I grabbed the oil.

“What’s that for?”

“Gonna oil you up a bit. It protects your skin and makes cleaning up a little easier… Didn’t Seb do this?”

I poured a generous amount into my hand before putting the bottle on the edge of the tub. Once I had enough, I started to massage it into her skin, starting with her breasts. They were warm and heavy, and Mason had been complaining about them hurting. It would have been rude if I didn’t at least try to make them feel better. Mason tipped her head back as her breathing shallowed.

“Seb didn’t—ah.”

I cut her off by drawing her nipple into my mouth and sucking softly, flicking the small bud with my tongue. My hands pressed against her back—half to support her, half so she couldn’t wiggle away. The body oil I used tasted like artificial strawberries, andwhile it wasn’t the most pleasant, I could deal with it if it meant hearing Mason moan.

Her breaths turned to whimpers as she worked a hand into my hair, pulling it as she wriggled against me. After a moment, I released her with a satisfyingpop.Her chest was heaving when I looked up.

“I was talking,” she panted.

I buried my face into her chest as I laughed. It was cute seeing her mad.

“Sorry, sweetpea.” I resumed my exploration, moving down to her bump. “You look so good, I couldn’t resist… Anyway he should have oiled you up. If nothing else, it’s great foreplay.”

Plus, it was a hell of an excuse to feel up my pretty girl, andfuckdid I like the way she felt. She was noticeably softer now than when she moved to the States; her hips were a little wider, her breasts were fuller, and she was doing such a good job growingourgirl. I took my time, tracing small circles on her skin as my touch dipped lower.

Every part of me wanted to worship Mason like the goddess she was. My cheek rested on her thigh, and the heat from her pussy radiated into me. She was so wet that she glistened in the low lighting.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmured into her skin, and she jerked. “I’m gonna help you onto your knees. I want to see how you look on the floor.”

She nodded and extended a hand upward. I took it in mine before guiding her into a kneeling position. Once she was settled, shadows flickering across her soft features, I grabbed the candle. It was paraffin wax, which could have been dangerous if I’d been inexperienced.

Luckily, I wasn’t.

Using the flame from a nearby candle, I lit mine. Once it was ready, I held it up, tilting it back and forth until the wax pooledaround the tip. I held my wrist upside down, allowing a large drop of red wax to fall onto me. I groaned as a rush of heat spread through my body. Slowly, I lowered myself to her level and placed my hand above her heart. Her pulse radiated into my palm as I tipped the cylinder forward to coat us both in the wax. A few drops spilled between the spaces in my fingers, fusing us together. The very idea drove me wild, and I groaned.

“This is how it should feel,” I breathed as the wax slowly hardened. If I had the ice pack, I could speed up the process, but why rush? “Warm… Sensual… Safe. And if it gets too hot, you’re going to tell me immediately.”

She nodded, her eyes never leaving mine.

“Good girl,” I growled.

I waited for the wax to fully cool before I pulled us apart, enjoying the cracking sound it made as I freed myself.

I looked at the knife on the counter, and was half tempted to use the dull side to remove the wax from my hand. But, if I did that, it would pull her from the moment, so I decided that I could wait.

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