Page 71 of Ezekiel
“Don’t you dare get ideas, husband,” she retorted.
“You love my ideas, wife,” I teased right back. “But no, I will not be dunking you into a tub of ice water tonight. But I will be using ice on your body.”
“Oh God, that’s going to be so cold!” she exclaimed.
“Don’t worry. It will feel good after I have poured the hot wax on your body.” It didn’t even take her a second to respond.
“Thewhat!?” she shrieked.
“Hot. Wax.” I spoke slowly.
“I heard you. But you can’t be serious!” Her eyes were wide with shock and the faintest hint of fear.
“I promise you, I will not harm you. Wax is quite exquisite when done right. I use candles specifically designed for this kind of play. They are low temperature at their melting point, so it will not burn your skin. But the dichotomy of the hot and then the cold, well, it’s just something else. I will show you how the wax feels on your arm first, so you understand it. If it is something you dislike, you can —”
“Safeword, yes, I know,” she interrupted. I threw her a warning look, and she had the decency to look sheepish at her interruption.
“Yes, exactly, and as always. But I truly think you will love it. I want to add one more part to our play tonight, if you are willing,” I continued.
“What’s that?”
“Restraints. I want to tie your arms and legs down so you cannot move while I play with your body until you are positively vibrating with need for me.” My voice was low and rough, my dominance coming out and ready to play.
“What if I want to get up?” she asked cautiously.
“Well, you won’t be able to,” I teased a little. “If you are truly not okay with it, I will not restrain you. If you feel unsafe or it feels wrong during the scene, you can safeword. I take safety precautions, and I will get you out of the restraints immediately should anything happen.”
“What if I have to pee?” she asked after a brief pause. I nearly spit out my water, laughing.
“Well, you should go before we start, darling,” I teased her. I watched as she considered the thought and then nodded.
“I think I’m okay with that,” she finally answered.
“Well, then. Why don’t you go prepare yourself — including using the bathroom — and I will get us set up. Our scene will be down here at the table tonight,” I instructed.
“I’m beginning to love this table,” she sighed happily, running a hand over the smooth surface before nearly dancing off towards the stairs to prepare herself.
A smile played on my lips as her ass jiggled down the hall for my pleasure. I had pulled the necessary items from my kit earlier today and brought them to my study. I had tested each candle, making sure the burning points and the splash of each were safe to use. Safety was paramount with play, and I took it very seriously. I wanted her to love it. I had a feeling she would.
I pulled one of the side tables from my office, setting it beside the dining room table as a place to store the candles and items to be used tonight. Nothing threw a scene off like the lack of organization, at least in my opinion. Better to have things neatly prepared and ready to go. I glanced over my items, double and triple checking the things I had in place.
Candles. Cuffs. A cup filled with ice. And a knife. The blade was probably my favorite part of wax play. Once the wax cooled on the skin and the artwork of a woman’s body was complete, I would take the knife and carefully peel away the wax from her skin. It was heady, scary, and totally fucked with a submissive’s head in the best way. It heightened every sensation. I was careful. Cautious. I had never cut a single submissive, but fuck, was it fun to watch the fear mount in their eyes as the blade drew over their skin with expert precision.
The bag next to the table held a few toys and items that I had decided to include, in case inspiration struck in the moment. All in all, tonight would be a scene neither of us would forget.
Let’s be honest, I doubted we would forget a single scene we had engaged in. It was just different with Talia.
I heard her feet pattering down the stairs and across the hallway. I doubted I would ever tire of her eagerness for our scenes. Quickly wiping the smile from my face, I donned my Dominant attitude.
It was time to begin.
She skidded to a halt just before me, immediately positioning herself the way I preferred: feet shoulder width apart, arms clasped behind her back, head lowered and her eyes directed at the floor.
I slowly circled her form, admiring her from every angle. Every line of her body was utter perfection.
“Exquisite, my angel,” I praised her, watching as the smile lifted the corners of her mouth. Her submission was so beautiful, and so precious to me. “Let us begin. Tonight I will have you lay on the table, just as you did before. Arms stretched over your head.”
I helped her onto the table, laying her back gently.
