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  Suddenly, she knew what she had to do. She would go through Sabrina’s fantasy, even without a safe word, trusting that her new master wouldn’t take things farther than she could bear. And after it was over, she was going to try to get to know him, even if it took all night.

  Jillian’s mind was made up and even the reappearance of her master holding a tray of lit candles couldn’t deter her. Well, not much.

  He must have seen the fear in her eyes because he put the tray down on the bedside table and sat beside her. Stroking her face, he captured her gaze with his own before he began to speak.

  “These are specially made for bondage and domination play,” he said, nodding at the three white pillar candles, each about as thick as her wrist. “The wax is soft and melts at a lower temperature so while the heat can be a little uncomfortable and hard to bear, it won’t actually burn you or leave a permanent mark. See?” He picked up one of the candles and tilted it so that the flame burned sideways and several drops of wax landed on his muscular forearm. It didn’t appear to hurt him any but then, Jillian was betting that the areas of her body he was intending to douse in hot wax were a lot more sensitive than his arm.

  She licked her lips nervously. “They…they actually make these things especially for this?” It was hard to believe that somewhere there was a candle-making plant that manufactured candles especially for kinky sex, but apparently it was true.

  Her master smiled at her. “Sweetheart, you wouldn’t believe the things they make. There are an awful lot of people out there who can only get to pleasure by going through pain. Are you one of them?”

  “I-I don’t know.” Jillian’s mouth was so dry she could barely answer. “I didn’t think so but…but I guess we’re going to find out.”

  He stroked her cheek again. “Remember, say the safe word and I’ll stop.”

  She nodded. “I remember.” Now if only I knew what the damn thing was! But it was too late for worries or regrets. He was ready to start.

  “Before we begin, you’re going to be wearing this.” He had put down the candle and was holding a black satin sleeping mask in his large, capable hands. Jillian felt her stomach knot.

  “What? Why?” she asked before she could stop herself. “I mean, I know it’s in my fantasy and all,” she continued hurriedly, “But maybe…couldn’t we just change it a little bit?” The thought of lying there tied to the bed and blindfolded, having no idea where the next dribble of hot wax was going to land on her naked body brought her closer to panic than anything else she had gone through so far.

  He frowned. “Sorry, sweetheart, but this is the way it has to be. If I started modifying your fantasy, letting you back out of things you really wanted to experience, I wouldn’t be a very good Dom. This is all about finding your boundaries and pushing them to the limit. If you don’t want the blindfold, say your safe word. But that means the fantasy stops here.”

  He paused, obviously waiting for her to say the magic word but Jillian only shook her head. By now she knew that even if she’d known the damn word, she wouldn’t have said it. If saying it meant that her time with him ended then she didn’t want to have anything to do with it. As frightened as she was, she was more intrigued about the man she thought of as Master.

  “Go ahead, put it on me,” she said at last when it became clear he was waiting for verbal confirmation of her willingness to continue. “I mean, please, Master, put the mask on me,” she added, trying to be sure she got the wording right.

  “All right.” He leaned over her, filling her senses with that warm aroma of fresh woodchips and musk again. God, where did he get his cologne? Or was that just him? she wondered again. Either way it was mouthwatering. She felt herself tremble as he slipped the elastic bands of the black satin sleeping mask over her eyes, shutting out the dim overhead lights and the bright flames of the three candles. Was she crazy, letting a complete stranger tie her up and torture her sexually? Wasn’t this exactly the extreme kind of behavior she had condemned in her sister? But Jillian didn’t have time to worry about her decision for long because that was when the first drop of wax fell.

  She felt it in the valley between her breasts, just this side of too hot to be comfortable but not so scorching as to be unbearable. There was a minimal amount of pain but to her surprise it was completely eclipsed by the ever-present worry as to where the next drop would fall. Her eyes were open wide behind the blindfold and she felt like every nerve was on end, all her other senses straining to make up for the lack of sight. She was waiting for the next drop of hot wax…but it didn’t come. Not yet.

  “You need to relax.” His deep voice sounded almost tangible now that she couldn’t see him. “I just gave you one drop to let you know how it feels, that it isn’t going to burn you,” he continued. A warm hand stroked the side of her neck and traveled down her body in a long, slow caress. “I’m going to drip the wax wherever I want to, baby,” he murmured in that deep, soft voice. “Wherever I want to make your pretty pale skin all pink and hot and sensitive. I might do it here…” He cupped one of her breasts, making Jillian gasp. “Or here.” His hand slid down to the rounded cup of her navel and he traced a slow circle around her bellybutton with one finger. “Or even here.” He let his hand trail lower and cupped the mound of her pussy. “But wherever I let it fall, I expect you to hold still and open yourself to me. Open yourself to the heat of the wax, to that little bite of pain you feel when it touches your skin. Submit to me and trust me. Because I won’t hurt you—not really. I’m just going to help your find your limits and push them. All right?”

  Jillian nodded, mesmerized by his voice. “Yes, Master,” she whispered. She could feel her body relaxing, opening to him as he demanded. It seemed strange that she could actually enjoy something like this but she didn’t feel the fear anymore—only the trust he had asked her for and a growing anticipation. The question of where the wax would fall next had been replaced by the question of if she could obey him as he demanded, if she could open herself to him the way he wanted her to. Jillian thought that she could. But more importantly, she knew that she wanted to.

  He kept her in suspense for a while, letting single droplets of wax fall on her bare shoulder…the inner part of her ankle…the sensitive bend of her elbow…the hollow of her throat. Then she felt the heated kiss of the wax against her right nipple.

  Jillian bit back a moan as the sticky substance coated her sensitive nub. It hurt all right, but to her surprise it felt good at the same time. The feeling was akin to the pain she had felt when he pinched and twisted her nipples in the tub. It was a hot flame at the tip of her breast, shooting pleasurable lighting all the way down to the cleft between her legs.

  Obviously her master knew what she was feeling. “Like that, baby?” he rumbled softly, letting another drip of hot wax fall on the other nipple. “How does it feel?”

  “It…it’s hot. And…tingly,” Jillian admitted in a low gasp. “It…it hurts but it feels good. I don’t understand that.”

  “It feels good to submit,” he told her, letting another drop of wax fall on the side of her trembling breast. “Feels good to open yourself to me and trust me to hurt you, but not too much.”

  “Yes.” Jillian nodded her head. “That’s right—that’s it exactly.”

  “So, sweetheart…” He dripped more wax on her abdomen, leading down to her belly. “Exactly how much do you trust me?”

  “How-how much do you want me to trust you?” Jillian’s voice sounded high and uncertain in her own ears. Dear God, was he really going to ask her to do what she was afraid he was going to ask her to do?

  “I want you to trust me enough to spread your legs.” The deep voice was commanding and coaxing at the same time. She had a thought that she would probably follow that voice over the edge of a cliff if he asked her to—it was that compelling. But still, the idea of actually spreading her legs and letting him drip hot candle wax onto the most sensitive part of her body, well, it was frightening. Frightening but