Chapter 18

Tasha surged against her handcuffs, twisting to try and see what he was doing through the open bedroom door. She could hear drawers opening and closing in the kitchen. When he returned he was holding a thick, white candle in one hand and a long lighter in the other. She watched apprehensively as he turned away from her, set the candle on the nightstand and lit the wick. His incredible back flexed, muscles rippling, showing her exactly how helpless she was, with or without the handcuffs, with or without the martial arts lessons. She would never have been a match for David's incredible strength and skill.

The black trousers he wore sat low on his hips, moulded to his sculpted body, showing Tasha that, while he may not enjoy the idea of a person waxing her, he certainly liked the results. And she, in turn, was incapable of tearing her eyes away from the generous bulge displayed in the fine, black fabric. She chewed on her lower lip as she assured herself that he was just creating mood lighting and that her hitman husband in no way meant to torture her.

"You like wax, Natasha?" he asked, his voice cold and steady.

Fuck. My. Life.

A tiny whimper escaped her before she could recall it. She tried to curl in on herself and give the sadistic bastard as little surface area as possible. "Please, David! It's not what you think!" she told him frantically, babbling in her fear, trying to convince him not to do what she knew he was going to do to her. "Regan wanted a girls' day out at the spa and I was just trying to fit in, in a new city. I swear I haven't been unfaithful. Please don't hurt me!"

The ghost of a smile creased his sinister, scarred lips, nearly sending her over the edge of hysteria. That slight smile nearly brought forth the tears she swore she wouldn't cry when she'd started running two years ago, when she'd convinced herself that she needed to be tough enough to survive. Only David could do this to her! Make her plead for mercy that she knew would not come.

He grabbed her ankle, enveloping it in one hand and yanked her toward him until she was stretched on her back again. "Stay!" he commanded when she would have rolled onto her side.

She froze, simply from the force of his voice, knowing the punishment would be so much worse if she disobeyed. He separated her legs, using his body to hold her still and open beneath him. She watched in horror as he turned to the nightstand and picked up the candle. His eyes met hers, dark colliding with light as he poured a line of hot wax from between her breasts to her naval, stopping at her belly button.

"Daaaaaavid!" she screamed, arching her back and wrenching her hands hard against the handcuffs. Her knees started to jerk up, but his body was in the way so her legs fell back against the edge of the bed. Involuntary tears of pain started in her eyes.

Before the pain could entirely recede, he ran his fingers softly over her pussy again, making her jump as though shocked by an electrical jolt. The juxtaposition between gentle and painful was nearly unbearable, but oh, so sweet! "David" she moaned, her head lolling to the side, her eyes glued to the movements of his hands as they flexed and moved against the candle.

"Please don't!" she yelled hoarsely when she saw the candle tip again.

The wax cascaded over her skin scorching a fiery line across her left breast, just missing the nipple, and down the flat path of her belly. Before she had time to suck in a desperately needed breath of air, he tipped the candle again and heated another stripe straight toward her right breasts, this time hitting her nipple directly and not stopping until the wax pooled in her exposed armpit. Tasha screamed, yanking against the handcuffs so hard she thought she would bleed. Except David slammed the candle down on the nightstand, clamped his hand over her wrists and held her hands while she writhed under the agony of his torture.

She whipped her head from side to side and strained up against him. She closed her eyes, squeezing them shut, refusing to look at the man that wreaked such wretched havoc on her body, while strumming her like a fine-tuned instrument. Because, while he burned her flesh, punishing her for some supposed insult, the fingers of his other hand continuously slid through the folds of her pussy, gliding relentlessly, coaxing, entreating and loving until she was mindless. Caught somewhere between two worlds. One was bleak and painful, terrible and unforgiving, while the other promised ecstasy. But it was a pleasure she didn't trust.

He drove her relentlessly toward the peak of an orgasm, darker and more painful than anything she'd ever experienced before. Tasha writhed and shouted against him. She bit the shoulder than hovered against her as he held her down, his hand clamped against her wrists, protecting her from hurting herself, but also restraining her. Making sure she never escaped him again. The symbolic cruelty was almost too much to bear. She wanted to hate him. But that was something she couldn't seem to do. As much as she feared her husband, she had never hated David.

She could feel herself nearing the explosive peak, despite the fiery resistance of her mind. Her eyes snapped open and she glared up at him with every ounce of rebellion she felt. His own eyes reflected a moment of shock. A moment of respect. For her. The dancer that had captured his notice and become his obsession. Then she saw the monster surface and knew a moment of abject fear as he reared back, releasing her hands.

He reached for the candle.

"David, nyet!" she screamed.

He looked down at her, his gaze flat and controlled as he plunged his fingers deep into her tight pussy while tipping the candle over her, pouring hot wax over both her vagina and the back of his hand. She flung her head back and screamed as the searing pain hit her at the same time as an orgasm crashed through her. Her back arched so high that she nearly lifted off the bed. He dropped the candle, clamped a hand on her belly and forced her back down as she rode the devastating waves of her orgasm. She screamed until her throat burned and arched her head back, rocking her hips through the shattering aftershocks as David stroked his hard fingers through her wet folds and the slowly dripping wax, enjoying the beauty of her orgasm.

She lay dazed, barely able to comprehend what he was doing when David removed his fingers from her pussy, opened his pants and pulled his cock out. Placing a knee on the edge of the bed he moved her legs, pushing them wider on either side of him. He dragged her ass up his leg and shoved his fingers deep into her pussy while his other hand squeezed his cock. He masturbated over top of her while thrusting two rough fingers deep into her. He splayed the fingers, opening her channel and rubbing his thumb roughly across her clit.

Another orgasm began building deep within her. She whimpered, her body still hot and oversensitive from the last orgasm. She would have rolled away from him, but he blocked her. She cried out at the intensity as his insistent fingers plunged deep into her body and massaged her g-spot. She vibrated, helpless to control her reaction, lifting her hips in supplication as he fucked her with his fingers while hot wax cooled upon her body.

He jacked off faster to the sight of her bound, helpless body writhing on his fingers. This orgasm hit her fast and hard. She screamed, thrusting her hips up and down across his knee while he grunted and came with her. His semen shot in warm jets across her pussy, her stomach, her breasts, leaving her nipples bathed in the hot fluid.