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She’d completely forgotten to rub it on.
    “W hat is it?” He asked, looking down into her worried face.
    “I forgot to put the oil on in the car.” She said softly.
    “Really?” He lifted an eyebrow at her playfully as he produced a small bottle from behind the four large candles. He winked at her as he began to open it.
    Belle smiled, releasing a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, and Anthony poured oil into his large palm . He began at her ankles, spreading the oil in a sparse layer along her calves. He kneaded his large fingers up her thighs, slipping his thumb between her lips and stroking her clit gently before spreading more oil along her belly. Anthony stood as he worked over her breasts carefully, and Belle gazed up into his hazy eyes as he twisted her nipples, bringing them to a point.
    Slowly, Anthony worked his hands back over her body, working the oil in carefully over her breasts and stomach. Belle moaned as he slid two of his thick fingers inside of her, his thumb moving from side to side over her swollen clit. Belle started to quiver around his fingers and he looked up into her face, her brows were drawn together and her mouth was parted beautifully.
    As Belle came around his fingers, she felt burning hot liquid fall over her left breast, and she screamed as her body clenched and he worked his fingers faster, a second orgasm ripping through her before she could recover from the first. She gasped and looked down at her heaving chest; her left breast was covered in green wax, her eyes widened as he began to drizzle little purple lines over her right.
    “Is that too hot?” He asked as he ran his fingers over the hardened green wax.
    “No.” Belle sighed as he spilled a stream of red between her breasts; it slid down like oozing blood, and coated her belly button and the neatly trimmed landing strip between her thighs.
    “Good.” Anthony said walking behind her.
    He slid her wavy dark hair over her shoulder, and pressed her forward. Belle bent at the waist as she closed her eyes as he slid his fingers across her shoulders, as if sensing her scars, even if she knew they were no longer visible. She swallowed hard, not welcoming the growing sensation in her chest; she moaned low as the wax began to flow down her spine and over her ass.
    Anthony slid his palm down her side gently trailing his fingers across her skin before the hot wax coated her again. When he returned in front of her, Belle fixed her gaze on his pants, and he grinned at her.
    “I want your dick, Anthony. Now.” She said without wavering.
    He smiled wider at the sight of her restrained an d demanding things from him. It was plain as day, and like a mord-sith capturing magic, Belle snatched the kink she’d been waiting to find. She pulled harder on the leather bands around her wrist, leaning toward him, and he stepped closer, his eyes twinkling. Belle kissed his chest, and ran her tongue into the nest of curls, grazing her teeth along his nipple.
    Anthony pulled her hair back again, and as Belle worked over him, he poured more wax down her back, she moaned loudly, her lips still trailing over his chest, and yanked on the restraints, snap ping her head up to him.
    “ Take your pants off.” Belle said, tossing her thick mane over her shoulders and sticking her chin up while leaning back against the cold bar. She pulled against the ankle restraints slowly, jutting her hips toward him and eyeing him up and down.
    Slowly his hands went to his pants, and he did away with them in one fluid motion. Belle grinned nervously at the sight of his heavy cock hanging between his muscular legs. It brought the phrase hung like a horse to mind, and she yanked again on the restraints.
    “Come here.” She demanded.
    Her grin widened when he listened. He slowly came toward her, his abs flexing with each stop, and flowing into a powerful V that tapered down to his thick cock.
    “ Stroke it for me.” She ordered, her eyes filled with glee