Nadia’s POV

The leather straps lock my wrists above my head and my ankles to the base of the cross and I'm spread open facing him with my back against the wood and his cum still leaking down my thighs from the bench.

He lights the candle, and olds it above my collarbone. The flame flickers and the first drop of wax hits my skin. The burn makes me gasp and jerk against the restraints.

The heat is sharp for one second, then settles into a warmth that spreads outward and pulses between my legs.

“Oh, you felt that, didn’t you?” he murmurs, tilting the candle again. He trails a...