I stroke her pussy again and build her desire to a boiling point. "Are you close, my dear?"
"God, yes. Please." Pulling my hand away this time is beyond cruel and I fully expect the coming tantrum. "What are you doing?" she screams.
I shake my head to let her know I'm not falling for her antics. "It's time to remove the wax." I lift the sheathed knife off my desk and slide it from the case.
"Oh, hell no! You are not putting that knife near my breasts."
She fights my control so hard, and anytime we try something new she's the bratty sub. "Trust me," I say while holding her gaze. I see the fear and know she gets a thrill out of scenes like this too. She can always use her safe word but I know she won't. Her resistance is part of her sexual make up.