He taps the hilt of the knife. “This can be used for pleasure as well as pain, remember?”
If only that was what I was worried about. I know Eli won’t hurt me. It’s whoImight hurt that concerns me.
“You don’t know the things he taught me, Eli. I could do so much damage with that knife. I could end Zach’s life with the flick of a wrist.”
“But you won’t. Not unless you have to.” His brown eyes look down at me, not scared in the slightest.
“I don’t want to be a killer,” I whisper. “I fought so hard to not be what my father made me but sometimes I worry he left too many marks. Too many scars. Inside and out.”
Oz comes back from the corner of the room and I suck in a breath at the lit candle he has cupped in his hand. “The only people who have left a permanent mark on your soul are me, Eli, Jude, and River. The rest of this…” he kneels on the bed and runs his knuckles over my scarred chest, between the valley of my breasts, “is just surface level.”
Eli’s arm locks over my waist and I brace myself as Oz tips the candle.
The wax hits my skin and I hiss, my hips jerking against Eli’s hold. The slight burn fades into a tingle and heat spreads across my chest.
The next drop lands on my nipple and I feel it in my core.
Eli circles his finger around my pebbled peak as the wax dries, then flicks my tender nipple. “So fucking pretty.”
The candle Oz chose is a soft purple, and he works his way around my chest, drizzling hot wax over me. My scars wreak havoc with my nerves and while some areas are numb to the pain, others are overly sensitive. When Oz hits a spot just above my pussy, I gasp. My back arches, my wrists pulling at the cuffs.
Heat flushes through my whole body and I barely register Eli’s hands on me as he pulls my jeans off my legs, leaving me in just my panties.
Finally, when sharp tingles play all across my chest from the wax Oz has painted me with, he puts down the candle. “Gorgeous,” he says, his eyes tracking over me.
He takes off his glasses and kisses me. “You are not the monster your father tried to make you, my love.” He sits back on his heels and takes out his phone. “I think it’s time you start seeing yourself how we see you.”
I assume he’s going to take a photo but then he taps a button on his phone and a live video feed of us is projected onto the ceiling.
My eyes widen as colors and lights flash around me. I don’t know where the cameras are hidden but somehow, Oz has got every angle of me projected around the entire room. I glance to my right and it’s like looking in a mirror, my ginger hair spread out across the pillows as the image of me on the wall reflects my awe.
Oz shifts to the side and uses two fingers under my chin to guide my gaze back up to the ceiling. “Look at yourself, Mo Leannan. Look at how fucking stunning you are.”
I stare up at the ceiling. Light dances across the white paint and in the center of it all is me, splayed out on the bed in nothing but my panties. My arms are stretched up above my head and lilac splashes of wax decorate my chest. The white scars fade into the background beneath the bursts of color and a steady blush rises from my collar to my cheeks.
I look like a professional boudoir model and the view only gets better when Oz reaches back with one hand to pull off his sweater and top. My mouth waters as I get a close up of the muscles on his back rippling and then Eli’s stripping too.
My gaze darts across the walls and ceiling, watching their lithe, ripped bodies from every angle. “Fuck, you should make movies, Oz,” I breathe.
He kicks off his boxers and climbs back onto the bed. “Only if you star in them,” he murmurs as he leans down to take my lips.
I’m panting when he pulls away, the taste of him muddling my thoughts. “Deal.”
He trails a single finger over the hardened wax on my front. “So pretty.”
I moan as he straddles me, nestling his thick cock against my panties.
The corner of Oz’s lips tips up. “We’re going to make such a mess of you, Mo Leannan.” He slides his hand around the back of my neck. “I want you to watch carefully, alright? I want you to see every second as we fuck you and paint this perfect body of yours with our cum. Do you understand?”
His thumb drags at my bottom lip.
“Yes, Oz.” I suck on his thumb as he slides it between my lips.
“Eli’s going to take this fuckable little mouth of yours while I ruin your tight, wet cunt. And you’re going to be a good girl and lie there and take it, aren’t you?”
I nod and his thumb slips free from my lips with a pop as he leans down to take off my panties.
Eli climbs onto the bed by my chest and the wax cracks on my skin when he straddles my chest and brings his cock to my mouth.
