His Absolute Domination: The Billionaire's Paradigm (#5) (A BDSM Erotic Romance) (The Billionaire's Ultimatum, Book Two) (13 page)

This should have interested me more(or
worried me, made me scared, or any other number of emotions), but I
found it hard to concentrate on the table because of the millions
of candles lined up in the bookshelves. Each shelf held an
assortment of colors, all coded together and kept tightly packed.
Labels attached to the front of each shelf assigned names to the
candles, or something of the sort, but the words were too small to
read from afar.

"Strip," Lucent commanded, giving me
no time to inspect these bookshelf candles.

"What?"

"Strip," he repeated.

"What if I don't want to be punished?"
I asked.

"Regardless of whether you accept
punishment or not, I'd prefer you to be naked."

"Oh," I said, and my dumb mouth added,
"Are we going to have sex?"

He shrugged, nonchalant. "If you don't
want to have sex with me, feel free not to strip."

I don't think I'd ever removed my
clothes faster. Was that desperate? Giving him the wrong idea?
Except it was Lucent and, really, he had to know that I wanted him
by now, didn't he? I mean, I'd invaded his privacy at his office,
ignored his message saying we couldn't see each other again,
refused to leave when he said he couldn't interview me for the day,
come up with a plan to get him to see me being spanked by someone
else, and...

I was weird, I decided. I'd never
thought I was especially weird before, but what kind of person did
those things? In hindsight, I realized how weird I was, but
currently I accepted myself. Also, Lucent wanted me to strip and he
wanted to punish me(with candles?), so presumably he accepted my
weirdness, too.

For some odd reason, this made me very
happy.

Excited and curious, I folded my
clothes and lay them in a pile on the cushioned table. Top, then
skirt, folded underwear, my bra, and the stockings. My heels didn't
go on the pile, they went on the floor. And then I was
naked.

Lucent admired me and I blushed under
his gaze. I didn't mind being naked with him, but he wasn't naked,
so it seemed a little... more? Embarrassing? Uncomfortable? A good
uncomfortable, though. My stomach tightened and my heart beat fast
and a pervasive flutter of excitement teased at the core of my
body.

"Are you going to get naked, too?" I
asked when he hadn't said anything for awhile.

Content with taking measure of my
nudity and my body's curves, Lucent said nothing for awhile more.
Finally he gave in, though. "In due time, yes. Lay on your back on
the table, Miss Tanner."

"Alright." I moved my clothes to the
floor, then took their place. Sitting on the table, I swung my legs
up, then lay down and stared at the ceiling.

Yes, this definitely reminded me of a
doctor's office. I was glad Lucent didn't have stirrups, because
that might've been odd, and this was already kind of odd, so that
just wouldn't work.

"What candle scent do you enjoy?" he
asked.

"I like lilacs," I said.

Lucent nodded. Without even thinking,
he strode towards a bookcase in the corner and retrieved some
candles. Stacking them on the smaller table near me, he put them
into order. A white one, purple, pink, two greens, and a brown.
Quickly unscrewing the lids off of each candle, he set them into a
circle. Opening one of the drawers in the side of the table, he
pulled out a specialty candle lighter and proceeded to ignite each
wick, one by one.

The smell of lilacs filled the room,
slowly at first, let loose when Lucent removed the tops from the
candle jars, and then faster and more prominently as the flames
melted the scented wax. Belatedly, I realized that all of those
candles were lilac scented, even though they were different
colors.

"How many candles do you have?" I
asked.

"I don't keep track," he said with a
shrug. "I maintain a certain amount for each scent and color, but
other than that I find it unnecessary to keep careful inventory of
every one. If I need more, I order them."

"I don't quite understand how any of
this is a punishment," I said.

"Ah, well..." He grinned and came up
alongside me, placing his hands on my stomach and kneading my skin
lightly beneath his fingers. "As to that, I shall
explain."

I wanted to say something, but I could
only nod. My stomach still felt tight and excited, and with the
addition of Lucent's fingers, my body was beginning to wind up more
and more, compressed like a spring but ready to leap up and let
loose my eagerness at any moment. Oh God.

Lucent slowly caressed along my
stomach, teasing at my belly button. One of his hands roamed
upwards towards my naked breasts, while the other meandered
downwards towards my pubic hair.

"First," Lucent said, "I shall cover
your body in mineral oil, Miss Tanner. Pharmaceutical grade, and
extremely safe, though also extremely slippery. Think of it like a
massage oil, if you will."

"I don't think a massage is
punishment," I said.

"No, not really," he agreed. "The oil
is a necessity to insure that the wax comes off easily. Otherwise
we risk pulling out hair and causing unnecessary pain and stress.
This isn't usually too much of a problem, to be honest, except when
it comes to--" His fingers teased along my pubic hair, dancing down
to my slit, and carefully spreading my labia.

I gasped aloud and my hands grabbed at
the edges of the table. Gently, Lucent pushed his finger inside of
me. Apparently not all of my body needed mineral oil; some of me
was quite slippery already. He kept going, not stopping like he had
before at the club. All the way inside of me, in, further, his
finger exploring my depths. Playful and light, he rubbed along the
roof of my pussy, ever so close to my pleasure's core.

"I like this," he said, brushing my
pubic hair with his thumb. "I believe I'd enjoy shaving it off of
you, too, though. Not now, of course, but later. We'll
see."

"Lucent," I panted. I intended to let
him know that this wasn't really any kind of punishment I disliked,
but then I realized what I was about to say and stopped. If he
wanted to punish me this way, who was I to complain?

He grinned at me, almost as if he knew
my thoughts completely. "As I was saying," he said. "The oil acts
as a slight deterrent to the melted wax. It makes the removal
process easier in the long run, though it also increases the
difficulty of some of my other plans. It's better to err on the
side of caution with that, though."

I breathed hard, my body tensing at
the pleasant feeling of his finger rubbing gently inside of me.
And... wait, what? "Uh... melted wax?"

"Yes, Miss Tanner," he said. "Your
punishment involves dripping hot, melted wax atop your
body."

"Won't..." My mind was a mess of
distraction with his finger inside of me. "Won't it
hurt?"

"No," he said, then added, "I promise
you it won't hurt. It may become somewhat uncomfortable at times,
but that is fleeting. For the most part, it will simply be a
pleasant warmth. I use soy candles, Miss Tanner. The wax melts at a
more consistently lower temperature, and thus removes most risk of
burning."

"I..." I wanted to believe him, but
this was wax, melted and hot, and flames, candles,
and...

He picked up one of the candles and
held it alongside the table next to me. I stared at the flame,
watching it flicker to and fro. A small pool of wax had formed
beneath the fiery wick while we spoke, moving outwards towards its
glass container.

"Trust me," he said. "Dip your finger
in the wax quickly. I promise it won't hurt."

I wanted to trust him, but I wasn't
sure. I didn't need to do this, I remembered. I didn't need to
accept punishment. This wasn't like with Cole where he didn't tell
me anything and didn't let me change my mind. Lucent wasn't like
that.

In the library, what seemed like ages
ago now, he told me he wouldn't hurt me, too. He promised and I
believed him.

I dipped the tip of my finger in the
melted wax and then pulled it out. Warmth, but nothing more. I
watched, curious, as the wax slowly dried on my fingertip and left
a smooth, soft casing on my skin. No pain, no hurt, nothing
bad.

"See?" he said, smiling.

I nodded. I nodded and he still had
his finger inside of me, but now he was focusing more intently on
my g-spot. Distracted by the melted wax momentarily, I soon
returned to my previous point of distraction.

"The wax is mostly harmless when
touching against the skin quickly," Lucent said while delving
inside of me with his finger. "Now, I'm going to show you the worst
of it, Miss Tanner, but I promise not to hurt you. Do you
understand?"

"Lucent, I..." I nodded. He really
shouldn't explain these things to me while playing with my body, I
thought.

Moving the white candle over my chest,
above my breasts and towards my nipple, he tipped it sideways until
the pool of wax dripped along to the opening of the container, and
then he tipped it a slight bit more. A steady stream of melted wax
dripped onto my hardened nipple.

Warm, smooth and nice, but the wax
kept dripping. Warmer, warmer still, extremely warm. Barely almost
burning, like an extremely hot shower, but just that. Lucent moved
the candle away, leaving it on the side of the table
again.

My nipple tingled and burned, but in a
nice way; a different way. The wax dripped and dribbled along my
sensitive skin, leaving trails of warmth down my breast. As if this
weren't enough, Lucent grabbed my nipple between two fingers and
tugged and pulled at it. I moaned and gasped and arched my back. He
had one finger inside of me and one finger pulling at me and, oh
God, I was so close now, so close and I hadn't even realized it,
and warmth and heat and molten liquid. My body felt like a candle
and my pleasure was melted wax, and I wanted to drip my orgasm all
over Lucent, but he stopped.

Just like that, right before I was
nearly over the edge, he stopped tugging at my nipple and he pulled
his finger out of me. Pouting, confused, not quite sure what to
make of this, I stared at the ceiling, unblinking. And what was
that on the ceiling? I hadn't noticed before, but there was some
sort of rectangular panel directly above me, about as large around
as the table beneath me.

"I really wish you hadn't stopped," I
said, frowning. I was tempted to finish what Lucent started, but I
didn't want to have to. I wanted him to do it himself.

"Punishment," Lucent reminded me. "Did
you forget?"

I mumbled and muttered, complaining to
him with nonsense words.

He laughed. "I prefer my punishments
to end with rewards, if it's any consolation. Not always, but
oftentimes. Would you like to know a secret, though, Miss
Tanner?"

I looked over at him and
nodded.

Lucent leaned down and whispered into
my ears. "After I finish covering your sexy-as-fuck body with
melted wax, I'm going to fuck every single thought out of your
exceptionally curious head until you're nothing more than a mass of
pleasure and ecstasy writhing beneath me on this very
table."

"Did... what? Did you really..." Did
he really just say that? Seriously! "Lucent, um?"

"I don't like asking, Miss Tanner. I
want to punish you when and where I see fit. I want to control you
and command your body and I want you to be mine, absolutely. I want
you to understand this, and I want you to think about it later. For
now, I will ask you, though: Do you accept my
punishment?"

I really didn't feel like he gave me
much of a choice in the matter. Or, more accurately, I didn't think
I wanted a choice in the matter. I nodded fast and bit my lower
lip. "Yes, I do," I mumbled.

"None of this will hurt, do you
understand? I am withholding a minor piece of information from you,
but that's because I want to surprise you with it. It is a good,
enjoyable surprise, which also won't hurt, and does not involve
anything beyond what we've already done together. No wax for that,
nothing at all different. If, for whatever reason, you wish to
stop, tell me immediately. Any reason whatsoever, Miss Tanner. It
need not be because of pain. A simple change of heart will suffice.
No safewords. Just tell me you wish to stop, and I will
stop."

I nodded, sincere, knowing
Lucent took this seriously. He worried and cared and he didn't want
to hurt me, even if he did want to punish me. They were different,
I thought. Before, the continued heat of the wax on my nipple hurt
a little, but it wasn't a bad hurt. When he spanked me in the
library, that was similar, too. An ache, soreness, intense feeling,
but not
pain
. Not
bad.

To be completely honest, the only time
Lucent had caused me pain thus far was when he left me. When he
left those messages on my phone, stating we could never see each
other again, and when he yelled at me in his office and left me
there. That hurt, but it wasn't even physical, either.

He smiled at me and kissed me lightly
on the lips. "I'm going to begin. Usually I would prefer if you
remained silent, but if you must ask a question, feel free to do
so. I realize this is your first time doing this, and I enjoy your
curiosity, so I shall favor you in that."