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  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Epigraph
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“Lay down,” he instructed. Aria climbed on the bed. With her wrists tied, she put her weight on her elbows and knees, but Isa snatched one ankle, leveling her. Aria put her hands above her head and clasped them together. She didn’t know what to expect, and she wanted to hold on to something, but with her wrists tied, all she could do was cling to herself.

The anticipation was the worst part. The kink he was into sometimes took her breath away, but Aria was a control freak; the not knowing of it all scared her. He had never done anything to her that hadn’t brought her to a screaming orgasm. It had never hurt beyond her limitations, but Aria feared the day he wanted to take it up a notch. Her body tensed, and she squeezed her eyes shut, and then …

“Isa!”

He hated the yelling. The protesting. The smack to her ass told her so.

Aria bit her lip.

Hot. Wet. Burning. She whimpered as the skin on her ass smoldered for a few seconds.

Then his tongue, extinguishing the feeling.

“It’s wax, Ali. It’s edible,” he groaned as his teeth peeled back the hardening chocolate flavor. “Let me eat in peace, baby.”

Aria gasped when he poured more, this time down the crack of her ass.

It burned, but oddly, her pussy throbbed.

Aria didn’t scream this time, and Isa ate every piece of wax, then blew on the tender spots it left behind.

“Open.” There was no saying no, so her shaky legs opened. The air kissed her clit. She was so exposed.

“Isa…”

He came up her body, and the weight of him pressed her into the bed. He removed the scarf from her wrists, then bound her mouth with it.

“You know what to say when you want it to stop,” he whispered in her ear. Aria thought about saying it, about ending this, but she was too curious to what it would feel like … the place he was going to pour the wax next. Aria whimpered as she bit down on the fabric, and he traveled back down her body, planting bites and then kisses along the way.

“I want my name on you, Ali. Down your back,” he whispered. He kept one hand wrapped around her long ponytail, pulling her neck back as Ali gripped the edge of the bed.

He didn’t even let it go as he poured the wax on her.

Aria’s pussy exploded. The feeling of the wax tightening around her clit felt like heaven. She came before he even touched her. She whimpered in ecstasy.