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  Hannah kept her breathing as even as she could as her heart rate began to race. She was excited yet nervous, all at the same time, but determined to see this through. Inhaling and exhaling, she caught another whiff of sulfur as it wafted closer to her. Finley’s cologne mixed with the smell and she didn’t need to see him to know that he was nearby, holding the lit candle in his hand. She had indulged in wax play numerous times over the past couple of years. It had been a while though, the last time occurring when she’d first become a member at Nirvana. It had been when her life had still been relatively simple and very carefree. It had been before she’d lost what was left of her mind and had fallen for the wrong man.

  As if the Dominant she was with could detect that her thoughts were drifting away, he chose that moment to tip the candle over her flesh, because she felt the first molten drop land in the center of her belly. “Oh,” she cried out. Hannah thought that she had been prepared for it, but evidently not, because it had taken her by surprise after all. She tried to anticipate where the next one would land, but she found she was wrong when it didn’t land beside or below the first drop. Instead, Finley started at her left side and she felt a streak of heat as he allowed the liquid fire to splatter onto her.

  Finley didn’t stop, and she realized that he was either writing or drawing something on her. It felt so damn good, and she could do nothing more than whimper, occasionally whispering his name, as he did whatever he was doing from the left all the way across to the right. Not knowing where or what he had done only intensified the sensation. As quickly as he’d started, however, he stopped, and she strained to hear, almost sighing in frustration when she heard him set the candle down.

  Hannah heard another sound soon after, this one more of a clanking, and she tried to think about what it could possibly be. Finley was quiet, even more so than usual, but she assumed it was due to his concentration. Trying to occupy her mind with thoughts of anything else, she emitted a soft sigh as she recalled how incredibly handsome he was when deep in thought. She had watched him numerous times since she’d arrived in London, and she realized that he’d only become sexier with age. Years ago, when she could only fantasize about being in his arms, she had been in awe of his determination and ambition. In addition to those two traits, there was now an arrogance that might have turned off many woman, but not her. Finley Wetherall was the complete package, and she sometimes pinched herself as a reminder that she wasn’t living in one of those childish dreams.

  As he had done with the wax minutes before, Finley seized the moment to surprise her. Except this time, the sensation she felt was not heated but rather a cold one. Frozen, in fact, Hannah realized then that the clanking noise she’d heard was from ice cubes in a bucket. “Ahh,” she gasped, as he placed a cube beneath the sole of her foot, holding it in place. The freezing sensation was too much and she found herself squirming to rid herself of the ice cube. His deep-throated chuckle had her groaning in frustration.

  When did you become so sadistic? Hannah knew better to ask that question out loud and, as he had done with her left foot, he placed another cube on her right one this time and waited until he had elicited the same reaction from her.

  “So fucking beautiful, baby girl. You’re so very responsive, but just know that I’m not even close to making you squirm yet. I…” Finley’s voice trailed off and she shivered. He was definitely in the mood to tease and torment her, and she knew that he would back up everything that he’d said. That only meant that she would need to brace herself for whatever he decided to do next. It wouldn’t have taken a rocket scientist to guess that, though, especially when he spread her thighs farther apart.

  Hannah was anticipating the feel of the ice on her thighs, and he didn’t disappoint her in that. With a cube in each hand, he ran them up and down their insides before moving them higher. When the ice was just beside her lower lips, he held them over her and she squirmed with each icy drop that fell.

  It was almost as if she were outside in the rain, subjected to pelting drop after drop, until he slipped first one, then the other, cube into her pussy. She practically melted them on contact and felt a rush of cool liquid seeping from her entrance. Finley added a few more pieces until she felt her inner walls growing numb inside her. She might not have felt much inside but on the outside, she felt every nerve ending flare to life when he lowered his head, latching onto her clit with his warm mouth. The dueling sensations had her writhing as much as her bonds would allow her to, as he began pleasuring her with his mouth.

  Very skilled in all things lovemaking, his sensual torture wasn’t limited to toys and objects. His hands and mouth were just as—if not more—lethal than anything else. It was almost a shame when he pulled his head from between her thighs. The loss of contact was just long enough for him to grab another ice cube and press it against her clit. “Fuck, I… Please, Sir…” she pleaded with him. She wanted to come so badly, but she knew that he would make her wait…to suffer…because it was what he did.

  “Not yet, little sub,” he told her, running the ice up and down her slit before slipping it inside of her too. He returned his mouth to her pussy and she cried out again, sure that he would continue to drive her to the brink repeatedly then not allow her to climax. “We’ve only just begun.”

  Another garbled sound of frustration slipped from her lips as he raised back up and stepped away. After torturing her with both fire and ice, Hannah had no idea what other tricks he had in his arsenal. Finley didn’t make her wait long because seconds later, she felt something hard and warm slide between her drenched folds. It felt like glass or something of that texture, and when he tapped the side of her ass with it, she realized that it was indeed a plug.

  She raised her lower body as much as she could, crying out as he inserted it into her ass. It was more heated than usual and she realized it was that way intentionally. With her ass now full, she wondered when he would fill her other hole. While she was hoping for him to do so with his dick, her entire body tensed as he slipped something the same shape but cold inside her pussy where the other was hot. “Come for me, baby girl.” He barked out, as he slowly thrust it in and out of her channel.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Hannah shattered for him and he growled, wishing that it was his dick being squeezed instead of a glass dildo. It would be soon, though, once he worked her up further. Her entire body trembled and incoherent noises slipped from beneath her parted lips. Fuck! He wanted to feel them wrapped around his cock again, just like they had been in his office earlier. It’s not about your pleasure right now, he kept reminding himself.

  Finley increased the speed of his thrusts with the dildo, wishing she wasn’t wearing that blindfold after all. He missed being able to watch her eyes glaze over as she climaxed. He would make damned sure that he didn’t miss that with her next one. He wasn’t ready for her to come again, despite how much she was currently pleading with him. “I’ll let you know the second that you can come again, baby girl. Now is not that time. I want you barely able to stand me not being inside of you, fucking your sweet pussy.”

  Hannah opened her mouth to protest when he tugged hard on the chain, causing the clamps to dig deeper into her nipples. Her gasps as she tried breathing through the pain had his dick growing even harder. Damn, he wanted to be inside her, and soon he would be.

  Grabbing an ice cube, he trailed it along her belly until she quivered. She was so fucking beautiful, lying there cuffed to the table. Her entire body was now coated in her own sweat, despite the fact that he currently had something cold in his hand. In the center of her torso was a single word that meant so much to him. Mine! He’d written it in wax and, even now, he was reluctant to clear it away.

  The submissive had no idea how strong his feelings truly were for her, and the time wasn’t right to express them. Hannah had still not confided in him about the person who’d pushed her away and back into his life. Hell, at this point, he would probably thank the guy for doing it. His loss is my g
ain. And he truly believed that. His own hesitation years ago had almost cost him her heart, and that mistake wouldn’t be one he would repeat.

  The cube in his hand melted, so he grabbed another, this time allowing the coolness to drip over her clamped nipples. They were an angry red shade and he knew that they had to be aching. Finley smirked before slipping the piece of ice into his mouth and lowering his head. His mouth found her left breast and she let out a keening wail when his lips brushed over her nipple.

  “Oh my God, please,” she begged, and his only response was to withdraw the dildo from her pussy. The ice bucket was nearby, so he grabbed a few cubes and slipped them back inside her. Once the ice was fully melted, he returned the piece of glass to her core. Her body twitched and shook as he started fucking her harder and faster with the object.

  Finley moved from one breast to the other, repeating his action on it too. He could hear the sound of the cuffs rattling as she desperately tried to break free of her restraints. He knew there was no escape from him for her. Finally, when he’d tormented her enough, he raised his head and took one last look at her wax-covered belly. One of these days he would be able to shout his feelings about her from the rooftop of his penthouse but, until then, he would have to suffice with using his actions to show her his true feelings.

  Using his thumbnail, he tapped the side of the dried-up wax until it cracked, then he used his fingers to remove it from her. Her skin beneath was red but, luckily for him, masked what he’d written on it. Finley withdrew the toy from her pussy and set it to the side. He couldn’t wait much longer to feel her inner walls wrapped around his cock like her mouth had been earlier.

  It didn’t take long to sheathe his erection, or to remove her hands and feet from her restraints. He rubbed both her wrists and ankles until he was sure the circulation had returned to them. Then Finley pulled her body as far down the table as he could, happy when her entire backside was hanging over the edge. Guiding her legs to his hips, he lined himself up at her entrance but didn’t immediately enter her, even though every cell in his body screamed for him to do so.

  Finley needed to see her, so he reached over and ripped the blindfold from her face. Her eyes were closed when he did, but they opened and he watched as she tried to readjust to the lighting in the room. Her still-unfocused gaze met his, and he nearly growled. His own hips moved, this time barely breaching her entrance with just the tip. The involuntary action had her rocking toward him until he smacked the outside of her left thigh. “Easy, baby girl.” Gripping her hips, he slipped another inch of his cock inside of her. Damn, she felt so good. Despite the ice and the frozen dildo, inside she was still nearly scorching his dick with her heat. “Look at me,” he urged.

  As soon as Hannah’s gaze met his, he withdrew then plunged all the way inside, and their simultaneous groans filled the room. There was no place else he would rather be than buried deep inside of her. She was a perfect fit for him in every aspect. After loosening the grip she had on him with her long, toned legs, he pulled out again before slamming forward. This time he didn’t stop, repeating his actions.

  Hannah was even tighter because of the plug, which made his pleasure even greater. If the blissful expression on her face was any indication, she was feeling something akin to what he was. Finding a steady rhythm, he fucked her until the slight tingling at the base of his spine began to morph into something much more intense. His own climax was barreling toward him, but he wouldn’t come without her doing so first.

  His hands returned to the clamps, and it only took seconds to remove them from her hardened tips. Finley could not only see the moment the blood came rushing back into them but he felt it as well when she clamped down around his cock. Her screams echoed off the wall and he paused his thrusts. “Breathe through it, baby girl. Deep breaths.”

  Tears streaked down her cheeks and he wanted to taste the saltiness of them. More than that, he wanted to empty every drop of his seed into her, so he resumed his earlier actions, bottoming out on each hard stroke. Finally, his own impending orgasm became too much to hold back. “Come for me, Hannah. Now!” As soon as the last word was out of his mouth, he felt her squeeze his cock into a vise grip as she climaxed, the action triggering his own. Pumping his hips, he emptied everything into the condom, silently cursing the fact that despite everything, there was still something between them—her secrets and the latex barrier that prevented him from truly claiming her body as his.

  When the last tremor left her body, he pushed her back onto the table and untangled her limbs from his. Finley pulled out and quickly removed the condom. Hannah was lying there, a puddle of icy water and her cum beneath her. She needed to soak in the bathtub, and he had one right off the play room. He grabbed a few towels, then cleaned up the area and returned to her. She was practically boneless and, remembering the plug in her ass, he withdrew it, then swung her up into his arms.

  Finley carried her into the en-suite bathroom and set her on the edge of the large bathtub. After getting the water to the right temperature, he added a few squirts of bubble bath, then turned it off when it had filled three-quarters of the way. Aftercare was a very important part of any scene, so once she was submerged beneath the thick layer of bubbles, he started to shampoo her hair. A few minutes later, he’d finished bathing her. “I’m going to go clean everything up and take a shower myself. You did so well tonight, baby girl. I’m proud of you. You’ve earned this time to relax, so just lie back and let the water work its magic. I’ll be back soon to dry you off and help you into bed.”

  Hannah drowsily murmured something and he winked at her before leaving. Finley made his way back into the playroom then sighed upon entering. It was getting so much more difficult for him to hold back. It undermined the very basis of any D/s relationship. He then reminded himself that she was holding back much more than he was, and that realization had him growing angry. One of these days he would truly earn her complete trust and when he did, he would stop at nothing to make her his.

  That wasn’t going to happen tonight, so he picked up the toys, then washed, sanitized then dried them off before returning them to their shelves. It didn’t take long to clean the rest of the space either, including the table, and after picking up his clothing, he padded toward his master bedroom and bathroom. His shower was brief and once he’d cleaned himself, Finley threw a pair of sweats on, then grabbed a long T-shirt for her to wear. He wasn’t a fan of women wearing panties, so the shirt would be all the clothing she needed.

  When he re-entered the secondary bathroom, she was still resting peacefully with her long, dark hair hanging over the edge of the tub. He grabbed a towel and large bath sheet. “Let’s get you out of this tub and into bed, baby girl,” he told her while holding open the larger towel. Once she stood up and stepped out, he wrapped it tightly around her, then pulled her hair up in the other towel. As promised, he helped her back to her room, opting to leave her in there instead of allowing her to stay in his tonight. He had a lot on his mind, and the time apart would hopefully help him think of how to finally break down her barriers so she could be his in every sense of the word.

  If Hannah was disappointed in his decision, she didn’t say anything. It was probably due to the fact that she was completely exhausted. No sooner had her head hit the pillow than she drifted off to sleep. He watched her for a few minutes before shaking his head, then going back downstairs to his own bedroom.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Each passing day became more complicated for Finley, and he found himself staying at the office later than usual. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to spend time with Hannah, because that was the furthest thing from the truth. Holding back his feelings, though, was much more difficult than he’d anticipated. Each night she spent in his arms and each time he took her to his playroom, he wanted more from her. Everything he’d ever wanted in life had been handed to him, so it was a foreign concept that he had to work so hard for the one woman he wanted above all others. It was obvious th
at Hannah still harbored reservations about being with him, or else she would have confided the details that had led her there. Finley had no idea what she might be hiding. Perhaps she feared being put out onto the street if she revealed her secrets. That would never happen, but two years had passed between them without even a phone call or email. Hannah didn’t really know him now, and if he were being honest, he didn’t know her that well either.

  When not at his office in town, Finley spent a great deal of time in his home office, working on acquisitions. The Doran deal was close to being finalized. It was only a matter of time before Wetherall Communications received news that their bid was the winning one. It wouldn’t quite take the sting out of losing the Breckenridge account, but it would be one more thing that Thaddeus Remington wanted and wouldn’t get. That alone was enough to make him smile. He was so lost in his own musings that he didn’t even hear the sound of his door opening.

  “There you are, Finley. I’ve been looking all over for you,” Hannah said, as she stood in the doorway. He slowly perused her form, taking in her curves and the garments that covered them. He’d never met a woman that could make something as simple as a pair of yoga pants and a tank top look so damned sexy. As his eyes traveled lower, his thoughts turned from what she was wearing to what was underneath.

  “I’m finishing up a few things. My secretary is out on personal leave, so I’ve been tasked with either hiring a temporary replacement or handling some of the filing myself,” he explained. Finley set the current financial figures for the Robbins account on top of his desk before turning his full attention to her. She fidgeted slightly, making him frown. She still occasionally exhibited feelings of nervousness around him, adding to his earlier belief that she didn’t quite trust him. “May I help you with something?” His voice sounded clipped, even to him, but when he got into moods such as this one, he hated to subject anyone to them.