“Enough to deserve feeling me around your c**k?”
Dante opened his mouth to form his response, only to have the words strangle in his throat as drops of molten wax seared onto his left n****e.
“Yes, Mistress,” Dante panted. “Thank you, Mistress.”
She didn’t move the candle away, and so the wax didn’t cool. It just seemed to get warmer and warmer as it rolled over his n****e and down his chest. She held the candle so close, he could almost feel the flame licking his skin before she finally relented and lifted it slightly. Noelle didn’t give him a chance to catch his breath before she was doing the same thing to the right side.
It might have been bearable if she didn’t start rocking against the base of his c**k. Each miniscule slide moved the heavy metal just enough to send fresh stabs th
