Rain pulled against the bonds securing his hands to the bed. “Let me out of this.”

Hot liquid pooled against his skin, trailing down his stomach in thick rivulets. Pain flashed in his eyes, brilliant and white hot. He hissed, pain quickly turning into pleasure. Rain heard a chuckle from above and shifted his hips in place. Touch me, please, he thought. He needed friction, something to ease the tension building inside him. The wax began to cool and he whimpered as Dashel tilted the candle and poured more.

He smiled as Rain struggled; the night had just begun.


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