Page 64 of Moonflower

“What’s that for?” I ask, eyeing the candle. The glass is shaped into a pitcher. Like it’s made for . . . pouring.

Oh god.

“For them to make me feel pain in the most pleasurable ways. That’s what you said in your post, isn’t it?”

My breath catches in my throat. That’s exactly what I want. So I nod slowly, eyeing the candle. “What if it’s too hot?”

“This one burns at a lower temperature. But if it’s still too much, I’ll stop.”

It occurs to me that Wilder must’ve put a lot of planning into this trip. That every fantasy I listed in my blog post has come true—because of him and Ezra. So I smile. Couldn’t stop it if I wanted to. Being loved by them is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

“You ready?”

I adjust to a slightly more comfortable position on my knees. Ezra comes to stand next to Wilder, and the sight of them both looking down at me while I’m tied up makes me whimper.

“Use your words, pretty girl.”

“Yes,” I whisper.

Wilder blows out the candle. Then he crouches in front of me, holding the candle at an angle, slowly tilting it more and more.

I gasp as the wax hits my chest. At first all I feel is the heat. Then the pain registers, accompanied by a moan. Wilder drips more on my breast, and it’s the same. Heat. Pain. Pleasure.

“You like that, Moonflower?”

I nod breathlessly.

“Let’s see how you like it when you don’t know it’s coming,” Ezra says. He grabs a scarf that’s hanging on the wall by the door. Then he places it over my eyes, tying it behind my head.

“Oh god,” I whisper. Like this, I have no idea when I’ll feel the wax making contact with my skin.

When it comes, I jump. Wilder does it again, and then again, all at the same pace. I expect it the fourth time. My body tenses in anticipation, and I hold my breath. But it doesn’t come.

Wilder chuckles. And then, after I’ve already relaxed, he drips more wax onto me—right over my nipple.

I moan. It hurts, but somehow it feels good, too. When I feel the pain on my thighs, I jump. Wilder slowly moves it up my thighs, getting closer and closer to my clit. But when I feel a sensation there, it’s not heat or pain. It’s the soft touch of his finger, rubbing gently. Then his lips are on mine, and his tongue is entering my mouth, and I’m whimpering into him.

“You worked so hard for us, and you took that so well, Moonflower. I say you deserve a reward.”

“Yes,” I gasp when he pulls away. “Please.”

His smile reaches his golden-brown eyes as he helps me to my feet. “Let’s get you cleaned up first.”

Chapter thirteen

Wilder

As we peel the wax off Cora’s body, her breathing gets heavier. We keep her tied up and blindfolded while we lead her into her bedroom. I think she likes it—the thrill of not knowing what’s coming next.

After shedding the rest of our clothes, we have Cora face the bed and bend over it. Her upper body and face rest against the mattress. She shifts nervously on her feet, unaware of the way we’re both gazing at her.

And my god, what a sight. Her generous ass is exposed and on display, and she’s so wet she’s actually dripping. And those thighs—full and soft and begging to be worshiped.

Ezra swears under his breath just from looking at her. And then he moves forward, almost like he’s in a trance. He palms her ass before getting to his knees and lapping at her arousal. She moans into her blankets, which are still a mess from this morning.

Leaning against the dresser, I watch as Ezra works her over until she’s clenching her fists so tightly I’m afraid she might hurt herself. He pulls away seconds before she comes, running his hands down her legs.

“No,” Cora sobs. “Ezra, please.”