For some reason, Maddock shouted to me, and told me I had to share this scene from The Carpenter with you.
Who am I to argue with a man like him?
I like me a quiet life, I'll do as I am told.
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It was always handy having an alter ego to hide behind, but the problem was that sometimes you forgot who you were or why you were there. Sometimes you didn’t.
For Mason and Maddock knowing who they were wasn’t the problem. Trying to discover what they wanted and how to achieve it was. Falling in love just as an old enemy threatens to upset everyone and everything on Dark Isle isn’t a good start.
Now they need to work together to vanquish that adversary and see if they can have a life together.
“I want to create our pattern
in wax on you, pet. May I?”
Behind the cloth she blinked.
“Yes, Sir.” Her pussy clenched and her juices gathered. Our pattern? She savored those words, they
sounded perfect.
“Then let’s get you naked and
onto a towel. Let go of the rails.”
Her jumper was pulled over her
head and she blinked in the candlelit room. He’d been busy. Candles dotted
almost every flat surface and created an erotic and romantic space. Mason
lifted her ass as Maddock tugged down her skirt and spread a linen towel under
her. Then with a glint in his eyes she’d never seen before he put her hands
back around the headboard. “Do I need to tie you, or will you stay like that?”
“No need to tie them, Sir.” She’d
do as he asked. “Well, I’m not sure about my feet,” she added honestly. “If it
hurts before it morphs into a sweet pain I might try to curl up.”
He grinned, and pulled a pair
of individual ankle cuffs with ties to them out of his pocket. “Spread them, pet.”
It was fascinating to watch
how he prepared. Mason stayed as he directed and did her best to quell the
silly frisson of fear that hit her. She’d never tried wax play and it was one
thing she often thought about. And it was Maddock for heaven’s sake. Maddock,
not any old Dom.
“Color, pet?” Maddock stood
next to her, a candle in each hand.
“Green, Sir.”
“Then my love let’s play. I
warn you, this will be hot.”
He wasn’t wrong. That first
drop of wax on her tummy made her bite her lip, the second clench the rails so
hard she’d have bruises. The sting followed by brief red-hot pain and the sense
of something hard on her skin was new and at times disconcerting.
After each carefully placed
drop of wax, Maddock waited until she assured him she was green. Then all of a
sudden the sensation chanced from hot and sore to hot and arousing. She began
to float.
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