Cole POV:
We enter her penthouse and she slacks off giving me time to walk into her room
Stepping in I take off my shoes leaving them by the door. I quickly remove the T-shirt I bought on the way throwing it on top of my shoes. I take off my belt and bring it to my mouth holding it there for when I'm naked. Taking off my suit pants I place them on the pile
Left in just my underwear I sit on her bed and loop my belt around my wrists restraining my hands
"I said wait for me not strip," she says making me jump. I don't dare to look in her direction instead I keep my eyes on my lap
"My apologies ma'am I got too eager" I whisper out and she hums taking a step into the room. Her heels click against the marble floor making my breathe hitch in anticipation
"You and I both know I don't take too well with being disobeyed" she murmurs going towards her closet. The sounds of drawers opening and then the sound of a lighter turning on has my chest heaving
"I'm sorry ma'am" I breathe out and she tsks. Her heels click as she starts coming towards me. The urge to look up is so intense but I won't look up until she tells me too
"From now on you are only allowed to say sorry where I see fit do you understand," she asked and then I felt the burn of the candle wax landing on my knee.
"Yes ma'am" I hiss out in pain. The red dried-up candle wax taunts me as it cools. I feel my dick harden practically straining against my underwear
"Stand and hold this," she says placing the candle in my peripheral vision. Taking it from her I stand up. She steps towards me and starts tugging on my underwear pulling my dick free. I let out a groan when I feel a cool breeze against my tip and balls. My underwear falls at my feet and she taps my leg instructing me to step out of them. Doing so she picks them and then tosses them on my pile of clothes
"This is pathetic," she says tugging at the belt around my wrists. She removes the belt whilst I try to balance holding the candle so the wax doesn't pour out.
"Take these and cuff yourself to the wall," she says. I muffle out a whimper as she grabs the candle and hands me black cuffs. Making my way to the wall where there is a contraption Iris had built that works by me sitting on my knees with my back pressed against the wall and my hands cuffed to the hook above me
Hooking the cuffs onto the rod and then clicking them on my wrists. They slightly pinch around the skin making a zap of arousal crawl up my spine. Going on my knees I face her with my head held down. And I press my back against the wall slightly spreading my legs so I'm comfortable
"You look so sexy like this" she rasps taking a step towards me. My head swings to the side shocking me. The sting I feel across my face from her slap is quick I don't even get time to react before she grabs my face squeezing my cheeks with her hand as she crouches down so we're face to face
"Quite frankly I'm having a hard time deciding on whether I should be rough or gentle" she murmurs against my lips. The urge to press my lips against hers is consuming. There's just something so fucking sexy about her when she mans handles the hell out of me that I answer her without having to think
"Rough please" I mumble because of my squished cheeks. A sad smile makes it to her face before it turns sadistic
She stands up pushing my head down so I'm looking at the floor and not at her. The first drop of wax that scorches my skin has me hissing and pulling at the restraints
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Reverie Dyad
RomanceI love Cole...but I love Reid too and I simply can't help myself from falling into a reverie dyad for the two hottest men who want nothing to do with each other. They'll just have to learn to get along after all good boys do what they're told Dedi...
