This Relationship of Ours (+Extras)

Wax Play

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"So I read online that it's kinda like pinching your nipple."

"Take your shirt off," Harry replied, opening the side drawer, drawing out a strip of condoms, breaking two off, throwing them besides her.

"Ooooh, you didn't say we were gonna get naughty about this."

"I'm going to be pouring wax on you, Mia, I think it's safe to say we're getting dirty. Now, take your shirt off."

"Yes, sir."

He gave her a pointed look. "Don't start with me."

Mia pulled her bland pink shirt over her head, neatly folding it. She put it under her tummy and then laid back down on the bed, chin resting against her folded hands under her head. She stared at the lavish headboard, listening to him click his tongue thoughtfully, something he did when they tried something new. She kicked her legs, crossing them at the ankle, waving them in the air.

"That, or it's like piercing your nipple," she continued her thought from before. "I don't remember what it said. That hurts a lot. I think it was Yahoo answers, by the way. Is that trustworthy?"

Harry didn't reply, opening the shopping bag that rested besides her waist, pulling out a couple thin candles of different colors. Then, he patted her bare back and mumbled, "Turn around for me, baby."

She twisted her body so lay on her back and Harry placed either knee on each said of her waist, grabbing her wrists gently in his, pushing them above her head. She let them linger there as he reached for the candle, straddling her without putting too much weight on her navel. He was still in his clothes, which seemed like a sign of dominance because he was usually clothed when they played unless they were...well, fucking.

"Are they scented?" she asked, watching him scratch at the outer layer of the wax, feeling it against his skin as he rubbed his fingers together.

"Of course not," he said back, putting the thin candle down before picking up a larger one, letting his free hand drop to her stomach when he splayed his hand, gently tapping his fingers. He'd chosen to be ringless for this activity, which made her pout a little when he was removing the jewelry, but Harry knew best.

"So I won't be smelling like vanilla after this?" she grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest, breasts still bound by her bra.

"Mia, those aren't safe to use. In fact..." he tapped the larger candle and placed it closer to her head, discarding the rest. "Since we're just beginning, we'll start with soy candles."

"I don't understand the difference, sir."

He smacked her thigh harshly and she giggled. "How many times have I told you to quit that?"

"How can I go from only calling you sir to just plain, boring Harry? S'not very exciting."

"You can and you will, because I said so." He took her wrists and pushed them together, holding them over her head. "Keep them there."

"You're acting a lot like a dominant."

Harry closed his eyes briefly and took a deep breath to calm himself. No matter how annoying she got, he couldn't just take her over his knee like he'd been accustomed to, but times like this when she really pushed his buttons were when he'd do anything to get her on that stupid contract again and leave handprints on her ass. But he couldn't, not now anyways. Maybe a little further into the relationship, because even though Harry had dominant tendencies, Mia had even more submissive and bratty ones.