I tipped the candle forward, letting the wax pool near her collarbone before rolling down her chest. Mason gasped at first before the sound quieted to heavy breathing. I followed the droplets as they trickled across her porcelain skin, decorating her with dark red pearls of wax. Most of them gathered around her breasts, but I was careful to keep the heat away from her nipples. I knew they were sensitive, and the last thing I wanted to do was hurt Mason.
When I decided she’d had enough, I blew the candle out and placed it on the counter. Then, I reached for the knife. Her eyes went wide, her expression reading somewhere between curious and terrified.
“This ain’t for anything bad,” I assured her before holding up my waxy hand.
I then demonstrated how to remove the wax, dragging the cool, dull steel across my knuckles to clean them. I shivered at the contrast in temperature before anticipation set in.
“Do you trust me?” I rasped.
“With everything.”
Her answer filled my chest with pride. I leaned in to kiss the cooled wax on her chest before trailing up her neck. The second I found a soft patch of skin, I nipped at her. Mason groaned and wriggled in place.
I was struggling to breathe when I pulled away. Slowly, gently, I began chipping the wax off her. Each time the cool metal hit her skin, she whimpered and jerked. A subtle flush was creeping up her skin. Right now, her chest was rosy, and a pleasant haze hung in her eyes.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you liked the knife.”
Her eyes widened, and she nodded. That surprised me a little, but I tried not to show it.
“C-can you fuck me with the handle?”
That was a new one… but I wasn’t opposed. I slowly pushed Mason onto her back. The tiles had left red lines on her knees, and I softly traced them with the tip of my finger.
“I ain’t done this before, so if somethin’ feels weird, you better tell me.”
She eagerly nodded before parting her knees, leaving her needy cunt on full display. I wanted nothing more than to sink so far into Mason that I touched her cervix, but she asked for this. I sheathed the knife so that the blade couldn’t hurt her. Slowly, I rubbed the nub of the black metal handle against her clit. This knife was for sexual purposes only; it was always kept clean, and it damn sure wouldn’t end up in the silverware drawer.
Mason arched her hips against the knife, choking on her breath as I went a little faster. Her knees started to shake, and I pushed a little harder. Mason’s breaths came in shallow gasps.
“F-fuck.” She gulped.
Her body went tense as she came so hard it got my hand wet. When she returned to Earth from her orgasmic ecstasy, she was shaking and red. I had a feeling I just learned one of the many kinks Mason Albright kept hidden from the light of day.
After about an hour of fun, I decided it was time to clean up. After one quick shower and a lot of lotion, Mason told me she was hungry and wanted pizza. Seeing as she was feeding my baby, I figured it was only polite for me to provide. I told her to relax and finish her book; I’d be back before she even knew I was gone.
Still, I was rooted in place as soon as I hit the porch, smiling at the sky, thanking the stars for putting Mason in my path. Ever since she came into my life, things had been better than I ever could have dreamed.
But I should have known better than to count my chickens before they hatched.
Headlights cut through the darkness, causing me to squint as I placed a hand on my brow. Who the hell could be out here this late?
Sebastian’s SUV was parked beside my truck, and Lucian and Sophia were supposed to stay at a hotel tonight. Maybe someone was lost.
I shoved my hands in my pockets as I jogged to the edge of the property, hoping to give directions to whoever it was. A large black truck came into view, but the windows were tinted so dark that I couldn’t see who was in the driver’s seat... Until the window rolled down, and I came face-to-face with a man I never wanted to see again.
In our time apart, his chestnut brown hair had grayed, and wrinkles had formed near his eyes and in the corner of his mouth. The giant smile on his face didn’t do much to put me at ease.
My mind raced as memories flooded back, snapshots of the darkness I had once escaped. All of a sudden, I was no longer a grown man. I was the same scared teenager that this crooked man “adopted” all those years ago.
“Hello, son.”
His drawl was thicker than burnt sugar, and just as bitter. All the blood in my body rushed to my ears as I struggled to breathe.
The devil was in Hartwood, and his name was Reverend Dale Cole.
To be continued…
