Read Switch (A BDSM Romance Novel) for Free Online

wasn’t Arthur that she wanted below her.
    She opened her mouth to speak, but her throat was dry and a hand slipped away from her skin to clamp over her mouth, his long index finger sliding between her parted lips. “There’s no need to speak, precious.”
    She traced her tongue alone the offending appendage and it left her, stroking her jaw gently before seating itself firmly on her Basque accented waist. It was laced tight as could be, leaving her with a strung up feeling. She felt restrained within herself, his hand massaging gently over the constricting material as her behind massaged over a constricted-something-else.
    She tipped her head back against the crook of his neck, her eyes carefully focused on the display in fron t of her as the beautiful elven-looking woman was lowered once more. Her splayed vagina would be level with his cock now, Jenna couldn’t help but notice, and the thought of the attractive couple fucking sent a pulse straight to her clit. She suppressed a moan, her thighs rubbing together in a movement that she could not suppress and earned her a sharp slap on the thigh from her companion. As well as a smirk from the woman beside her, caught in the corner of Jenna’s eye as she fought to keep her eyes on Sarah.
    As if he could sense his audience’s need, the broad man moved to stand between his slim partner’s legs. She let out a guttural grunt as he probed her, and more than one observer joined it, clearing throats, shifting stances that had become uncomfortable, and toying with their partners. One man appeared dangerously close to performing fellatio, his open mouthed kisses coming overbearingly close to his partner’s crotch. He sat opposite Jenna in the circle, allowing her to see him even as she watched the other two. Arthur had Sarah moaning now, openly begging for his cock as he rubbed the clothed member against her. When he pulled away, the room could see the wetness that had pooled over him.
    Gracefully, appearing entirely unaffected by his previous ministrations, Arthur turned and lifted the first candle. This first one was colourless, a white trail that would look like icing on Sarah’s fair skin. He held the pliable heat carefully as he leant forwards, murmuring something into the slender woman’s ear. Her fruitless shifting stopped and she stilled entirely, only a close look revealing to Jenna that she was still breathing. Slow, deep breaths that only moved her chest.
    And then the wax began to drip.
    In through her nose, out through her mouth, the sub stayed statue still while her Master allowed the hot wax to roll thickly down the candle and onto the skin below. He held the candle close, controlling the molten liquid’s movements to create a drizzle that drove from her right shoulder across her back to below her left breast. He removed the implement a moment to admire his work and then continued, the hot wax trailing from where it had left off to the right side of her waist. There he stopped, replaced the candle on the table and lifted another.
    It was a slow, careful process that was controlled in design. He held the candles closer and closer to her with each new colour until her breaths were loud enough to be heard by Jenna, whose own breath seemed caught, trapped in the bright flames that both calmed and quickened.
    Jenna had no idea of how much time passed, but she forgot her own need in her intense fascination with the practice. She had seen waxing before, ridiculous splashes of colour that served only to splatter and scorch the flesh that it landed on. Over quickly, those demonstrations had done very little to spark her interest. She’d only ever thought of it fleetingly, in a perhaps-in-fantasy sort of way. Those men had possessed none of the artistry that Arthur used to decorate his pet.
    All too soon he was finished, and he stepped away from the enchanting entity, beckoning closer the awed observers.
    “Would you like to have a closer look? Hmm?” Henry’s ran his