Down it came, cooled considerably by its passage through so much air, to splash onto his chest. Will hardly even flinched as it hit. In response Wendy shifted her aim, coating one n****e and then the other yet still doing very little damage. Smiling approval at him, Will’s decidedly weird lover lowered her arm some and continued drizzling the hot liquid all over his chest and shoulders and belly, moving the candle closer and closer until she was bending way over. Finally she had him squirming and grimacing at the greater pain, but still he was able to deny her the satisfaction of eliciting a single sound of protest. At last, with the candle down to a stub and his torso covered nearly everywhere, she blew it out and returned it to its holder.
Was that the best she could do? Will wondered.
