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to melt and drip down the side. Reece held it just above her nipple, a thick bubble of wax sliding down until it dropped onto the hardened tip. She flinched slightly, but the expression on her face wasn’t one of pain.
    Reece held the candle over her, dripping enough wax to form a foundation, and then setting the candle in the melted wax, holding it until he was sure it was firmly seated. Striking another match, he did the same thing with a second candle on the other nipple. And again at her navel. Finally he held open the outer lips of her cunt, exposing her clit and pooling wax on that hot bundle of nerves. Sweat broke out on India’s body as she steeled herself to remain completely still, even as each bead of hot wax settled and hardened.
    When he was satisfied each candle was firmly in place, not in danger of toppling and harming his sub, Reece reached for the large dildo he’d taken from the drawer. Sometimes, after he inserted the toy and turned it on, he amused himself by seeing how long his sub could remain still while he teased her with a feather. Then he would order her to take him in her mouth and suck him to completion. Or, if she was very good, he’d fuck her blind. It all depended on how she obeyed him.
    It was all about control for him. Always.
    But tonight he couldn’t bring himself to put his cock in any of India’s orifices. Not when every time he looked at her, he saw Katie Warren’s face. Katie’s body as he’d last seen it, naked and flushed. Heard Katie’s low, melodious voice. And not even the candle play could make them go away.
    So tonight he’d see just how much control he could exert over his sub. Some of his women were excellent at this.
    Others not so much, and he frequently wondered if they broke deliberately so he would punish them afterwards. He often questioned who was more aroused, who got the most pleasure out of the flogging or caning—he or the unrepentant sub.
    India’s eyes widened as he slid the dildo into her soaked pussy. The last time he’d fucked her with a vibrator while the candles balanced on her, she’d barely been able to handle it.
    But tonight he wanted to push her limits, make her bend to his will. Punish her again just a little for disobeying him earlier. Something to show he was still in control of the situation, despite the woman now greeting guests in the main part of the club and tending to everyone’s needs.
    She can tend to my needs.
    He ground his teeth. Enough of that shit already.
    “Do not move.” He turned the base of the dildo so it began to pulsate.
    The moment the vibrations shimmied through her body, her breathing hitched, became shallower as she struggled not to move. Reece stood ready to blow out the candles and snatch them from her body if she couldn’t handle it. He watched her hands clench into fists and her teeth bite down on her lower lip, but she held still under the onslaught of the vibrator.
    “Do you like what I’m doing, India?” he growled.
    “Y-Yes, Sir. Thank you for giving me this pleasure.”
    Oh, he was giving her pleasure all right, her body strung so taut with the effort to remain immobile that it resembled the string on a finely crafted bow. Normally, he would leave the dildo at its lowest setting, prolonging this as much as possible, but suddenly he wanted to be done. The games he otherwise enjoyed gave him no pleasure tonight. His cock was so hard and swollen he wondered if it would ever go back to normal, but he knew it wasn’t what he was doing with his sub making it that way.
    He reached between India’s legs to turn up the speed on the vibrator and then placed his large hands on her thighs, adding his strength to hold her in place as her body responded to the stimulation.
    It didn’t take long before the orgasm erupted, India’s body shaking slightly despite her effort to hold the candles in place.
    Low moans and whimpers escaped her lips, and her head moved from side to side as she rode out the