Push (Bound #1)

by Olivia R. Keane

  Charlie wanted to prove she trusted him, but she wasn’t sure. She didn’t need to continue. She could ask him to stop and he would. Declan promised he wouldn’t hurt her, and so far he hadn’t. Why should this moment prove otherwise?

  She carefully dipped the tip of her index finger into the melted wax and pulled it out. It was warm, but nothing too intense. She marveled as the wax slowly solidified on her fingertip, the warmth dissipating as it hardened. It left a soft, smooth casing on her skin, but no lingering pain.

  “See?” Declan smirked.

  Charlie nodded. Declan still had his finger inside her, but now his play was more focused on her G-spot. Distracted by the wax demonstration momentarily, her focus soon returned to her previous point of distraction.

  “I’m going to begin, Charlotte, but I promise not to hurt you. Are you ready?”

  “Master, I … ”

  Declan moved the red candle over Charlie’s chest, hovering it above her breasts, near her right nipple. He tipped the candle sideways until the pool of wax gathered along the opening of the candle jar, and then tipped it so it would spill out a stream of melted wax onto her nipple.

  The wax kept dripping and the pleasant warmth became warmer still, almost hot. Declan moved the candle away, setting it on the table. Charlie’s nipple tingled and burned, but not in a painful way. The wax dripped along her sensitive skin, leaving a warm path down her breast. Declan grabbed Charlie’s wax covered nipple between two fingers, tugging and pulling at it. She moaned, arching her back at the sensation. He had one finger inside her, and the others pulling at her. She was very close to her climax, and then Declan stopped suddenly.

  “Why did you stop, Master?” Charlie pouted in frustration. She was tempted to finish what Declan had started, but knew that move would displease him.

  “Part lesson, part punishment, remember?”

  Charlie mumbled and complained under her breath.

  Declan laughed. “I think we can end this punishment with a reward if you continue to trust me and do as I say. Would you like to know what your reward will be, Charlotte?”

  Charlie looked over at him and nodded.

  Declan leaned in and whispered. “After I finishing covering your beautiful body, I’m going to fuck every thought out of that exceptionally complicated mind of yours.”

  Did he really just say that? Charlie loved how he could sound both so dirty and so incredibly intelligent in the same thought. “Master, um?”

  “I am not asking, Charlotte. I want to control you and command you. I want you to be mine fully. Do you wish for me to continue?”

  Charlie didn’t feel like she had a choice in the matter, not at this point. She nodded quickly. “Yes, I do.”

  “This will not hurt, Charlotte. If you wish to stop for whatever reason, tell me immediately. No safe word this time. Just tell me to stop, and I will.”

  Charlie nodded. She knew Declan took this seriously. He was above all interested in her protection and safety, and he didn’t want to hurt her. He smiled and kissed her lightly on the lips. “I am going to begin. Usually I would demand complete silence, but I know your mind will be full of questions, so if you must, you may ask them.”

  “Yes, Master.” Charlie realized something in that moment. It was a shift in thinking. Yes, he did want to punish her, and this was somewhat that, but he also wanted her to know that his fetish interests were nothing like Griffin’s. She couldn’t know for certain that this was what Declan had intended, but it’s what Charlie chose to believe.

  ***

  With Declan next to her, now shirtless and rubbing oil all over her, Charlie found it somewhat difficult to find that tranquil transcendence the faux massage should have provided. She presumed he wanted her to relax, but how was she supposed to do that with him rubbing her down?

  He worked his way down her body, starting at her neck, wrapping his fingers around the sides of her throat, pushing down gently along the sides. He moved to her shoulders, squeezing and pressing near her collarbone and back up to her armpits. Charlie laughed as he unearthed one of her most ticklish spots.

  “Ms. Flynn,” Declan growled, his face displaying a devilish grin. “Be still.”

  “I can’t help it. You’re tickling me!” she said in protest.

  “Shall I break out the restraints, Charlotte?”

  Charlie stopped squirming. Declan moved onto her chest after slathering more oil into his hands. He teased her, rolling her breasts around in his hands, moving in and out, tweaking her nipples. Bending low, he squeezed one of her breasts roughly for a moment. He grabbed her well-oiled nipple between his teeth and bit gently. Charlie’s body bucked up but Declan held her in place with his hands.

  “Tsk, tsk,” Declan teased. “You are having trouble staying put, aren’t you?”

  He resumed dispersing the oil over her body. Declan moved faster now toward Charlie’s stomach. Her body tensed and tightened under his fingertips. He poured the oil directly onto her sex. His fingers spread the oil toward her hips and then back again. Rubbing it into her skin, smoothing it around, Declan traced a path toward her clit.

  He used one finger, tracing a circular path around the hood of her clit, over and over again. Declan teased and spread away the soft covering of skin, and then with a feather light touch, he placed his finger on her slippery, swollen clit. She wanted him to never stop his finger orbiting around the blazing bud of her desire, over and over, but he had other plans. Declan continued on the path to complete lubrication, making certain he had some amount of glistening moisture on every inch of her.

  “I have plenty of wax to get started. Are you ready?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Perfect. It may be very warm, almost hot at times, but I promise not to hurt you.”

  Declan picked up the white candle first. Declan tipped it to the side slowly, and poured beautiful white wax onto her waiting body, from the center of her breasts, covering one and then the other, downward, lower, pooling it onto her stomach.

  Charlie thought it was warm at first, then warmer still, and soon bordering on hot. She hitched her breath, inhaling sharply at the heat. Fortunately, as soon as Charlie found the wax too much to handle in any given spot, Declan moved to another area on her body. Charlie glanced at him, grateful and yearning all at once. He always seemed to have one eye on the wax and one on her, gauging her responses.

  Without warning, he set the jar down and moved in, kissing her hard on the lips. She gasped, breathing into his mouth. One of his hands forcefully grabbed Charlie’s hair and tugged, bringing her head up into the kiss, while his other hand reached for her oiled clit. He rubbed her gently back and forth.

  Charlie wanted nothing more than to grab him. She wanted to touch him, but he required she remain still, and so she did. Declan slipped a finger into her roughly and kissed her passionately. Then he stopped. As though nothing had happened, Declan reached for the red wax.

  “More pouring, my Charlotte.” He poured the red across some of the white. He let the wax drip onto her body until it hurt, but then no more, and then he moved on. Charlie wanted to ask him questions, except she couldn’t quite wrap her mind around any at the moment. She was liquid; slick and slippery, molten and dripping, pleasure and his. He set the red jar back on the table. This time she knew what to expect when he set it down. She knew and waited, grinning in anticipation and contentment.

  Declan didn’t kiss her though. Not this time. He didn’t touch her body at all. He merely picked up the green jar to continue. He laughed at her. “A tad disappointed are we, Ms. Flynn?”

  “I thought you would kiss me before like you did after the first jar.”

  “I know.” Declan took the green jar in his hand and began to drizzle the wax onto her lower abdomen layering over some of the red.

  “Why didn’t you, Master?” she asked.

  “It’s much more exciting when it is not expected, don’t you think?” He stopped pouring the wax briefly. “The look of s
urprise in your eyes is highly rewarding for me. I enjoy all of your expressions, but those rare ones of spontaneous pleasure are my favorites.”

  Charlie smiled, heady. It was so wonderful being in a relationship with him. He made everything seem important and special; he made her feel like she was special and important because of it.

  “Charlotte. This final bit will be more intense than any of the previous ones because of the nature of the area where I wish to pour. If you wish to forego it, we can.”

  Charlie shot him a confused look, and to better make his point, Declan rested his free hand over her sex, squeezing gently. She melted into him, pushing against him, aching for more. He took the green candle, hovering it above his other hand, and by association her most tender bits.

  “I trust you fully, Master.”

  It didn’t hurt at first. Waxed dripped from the jar onto her body as before, nothing out of the ordinary. Declan created a pool of green wax in her line of pubic hair, but then he moved lower. The wax slicked across her body gathering heat as it trailed lower and lower. Then it reached her clit. With the previous warmth already there, the effects were immediate and intense. Charlie cried out, gasping. A strong heat assaulted the center of her pleasure, consuming her.

  Declan slipped two fingers inside her, protecting her inner depths, but at the same time creating an explosion of pleasure. She bucked in protest, alarmed at the onslaught of sensation. Then he stopped. He stopped and kissed her as he had before.

  “Master,” she begged. “Please, may I kiss you?”

  “Soon,” he said. “With your permission, I would like to take a picture of this.”

  “I … ” Charlie wasn’t sure how she felt about that. It reminded her of the erotic imagery he had taken her to see. “May I see it after you’re done?” she asked sheepishly.

  “Yes, of course.”

  Charlie nodded and lay perfectly still. The wax covering her clit began to cool, but she continued to feel a pulse where he’d first poured it. Her clit pounded, beating like a miniature heart. Declan snapped the photos, just a few. She glanced over to see him slip his phone back into his pants pocket and disappear out of view. What now? Declan had covered her completely in wax; it would be difficult if not impossible to have sex right now. I look like the small altar at church during Advent.

  He returned with a small metal knife. “This,” he licked his lips as his gaze raked over her wax encased body, “is the best part.”

  “Why?” Charlie’s mind reeled with the possibilities.

  “The heat from the wax increases your sensitivity to any sensation.” With nimble fingers, he maneuvered in quick strokes, peeling the wax from Charlie’s upper body, breasts, and stomach. Her skin was red and responsive. Everywhere Declan placed his fingers, every spot where his skin touched hers, felt like loose electricity was flowing through his body to hers. Declan chipped and flicked, removing more wax, leaving a red imprint of his work on her body. When he reached her mound, Charlie knew she was in trouble. Declan realized it too. He freed the wax from her small trail of pubic hair with ease. The oil had kept it from being too difficult to remove. As he cracked and peeled the waxy shell covering her clit, Charlie’s body danced in an immediate orgasm.

  With the extra sensation, Charlie became completely undone. While Charlie writhed, twisting in climax atop the table, Declan stroked and rubbed her clit urging her climax onward.

  “So you see, my Charlotte,” Declan spoke confidently. “When you trust me fully, you are rewarded in the most pleasurable way possible.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Charlie checked the time on her desktop. It was well past lunchtime. She had been busy all Monday morning. She glanced over at Declan’s office. He was on the phone, and Charlie doubted he would bother to take a lunch break at all, working all the way through until his afternoon meeting.

  She rose from her desk and collected her purse. Declan looked over at her, his eyebrow raising in question as she started for her office door.

  Time for lunch, Charlie mouthed. I’ll bring you back something. She blew him a kiss, making his eyes sparkle.

  When Charlie stepped outside the building, an excited thrill raced up her spine. She loved this time of year. She loved the change in seasons, and she always looked forward to Christmas. She could smell snow in the air. Perfect weather for the holidays. She practically skipped down the block toward the Italian restaurant where she and Declan often had takeout. She clutched her coat tightly as a gust of wind blew over her and ducked into the restaurant to place their order.

  Ten minutes later, she collected the order and pushed her way through the crowded interior. A few flakes were twirling in the air, and she picked up her pace, as the wind grew stronger. Charlie had her head down as she rounded the corner to the front entrance of Pearse Publishing when she ran into someone. Charlie dropped one of the takeout bags and she bent, apologizing as she retrieved it. Hopefully she didn’t do too much damage to the food. As she stood back up, the person she’d collided with was still there.

  Nausea bloomed in her stomach when she got a good look at the woman’s face. Katherine. She had the feeling after their only conversation it wouldn’t be the last time she’d see her.

  Charlie took a cautious step backward, remembering that Katherine seemed a bit unhinged the last time she had seen her. “What do you want?” she bit out. “Declan will not be pleased to find you harassing me.”

  Katherine’s face twisted into a snarl. “Thanks to your overreaction, Declan’s gone off the rails. He’s refused to publish anything of mine. He won’t do business with me because of you, and he’ll blackball me, which will hurt my ability to get anything published ever. You’ve fucked everything up; you little bitch!”

  “I fucked everything up for you?” Charlie yelled. “You did it to yourself, Katherine.”

  “Shut the fuck up!” Katherine shouted, gripping Charlie’s wrist tightly.

  “Get the hell away from me,” Charlie warned. “Back off!”

  Katherine’s grasp was tight and cruel. Charlie wanted to get the hell away from Katherine and return to Declan. To the safety of his arms, where she knew he’d never allow anything or anyone to hurt her.

  “No chance in hell, sweetheart. You and I have something to discuss,” she snapped. “I want you to convince Declan to publish my latest manuscript. I know you can do it. You have him wrapped around your little finger. I need this publishing contract to happen, Sugar Kink, and you’re going to get it for me.”

  “You’re out of your ever loving mind! I’m not doing any such thing. Declan would kill me for even suggesting it. I am not going to go against his wishes, especially not for the likes of you. No get out of my face or I’ll start screaming bloody murder.”

  “If I were you, I wouldn’t do that,” Katherine spoke in a low voice. She shoved her phone at Charlie, the display screen jumping before she could bring it into focus. She gasped at what she saw on the screen. How could this be happening?

  “Oh my God,” Charlie whispered.

  It was her. It was a picture of her covered in wax.

  How did she get this? As far as she knew, Declan was the only one who had a copy. Declan snapped them the night he first introduced her to candle play. The fact that Katherine had seen them, that possibly others had seen them, sickened her. Nausea viciously knotted her stomach.

  “Now here’s how this works,” Katherine said, her grip on Charlie’s wrist tightened as if she knew how much Charlie wanted to get away. “You’re going to give Declan the manuscript, pretending not to know it’s mine, and ask that he take a look at it. You convince him to publish it using whatever charms seem to have him under your spell. If you don’t, I will go public with these photos. How do you think your family will like to see these pictures? How do you think old man Pearse will like that his son is screwing the staff? You will all be famous, but not in a way that any of you will enjoy.”

  An icy cold settled into Charlie’s body. She stare
d numbly at Katherine as devastation crashed over her. That bitch would do it too. She saw the desperation in her eyes.

  “Think it over,” Katherine said, shoving a manila envelope at her. “I’ll expect you to meet me this weekend. If you fail to, I will plaster these pictures all over the Internet.”

  Katherine released her arm and strolled away, disappearing into the coat clad crowd.

  Charlie stood there outside the building, the snow collecting in her hair as it fell. She was in shock over the illicit photos Katherine had in her possession. If Charlie didn’t do what she asked, those photos became public Her parents would see them. Declan’s family would see them. Everyone at work would see them. It could very well mean the end of her promising career in the publishing world. And Declan’s reputation would suffer.

  She gathered the takeout bags to her chest and entered the building. Her heart ached; it was beating so painfully she couldn’t think. Charlie rode the elevator, dread increasing with every passing moment. What would she do? What was she supposed to do?

  Declan was off the phone by the time she had gotten to his office. As soon as she walked in his door, he was at her side, concerned.

  “Charlotte, you’re shivering. How long were you outside?” Declan took the bags from her hands, discarding them without a second glance. “Are you all right? What’s going on?”

  “I’m just cold,” she stammered. “I ran into an old friend and chatted, not realizing how cold it was out. It’s fine, really.”

  “You’re freezing. Let me take you home and get you into some fresh clothing. You’re going to make yourself sick.”

  Charlie shook her head, stepping back. “You’ve a meeting you need to go to,” she said. “There’s no need for you to go with me.” I can go home, take a hot shower, change, and be back in an hour and a half. Promise.”

  Declan shook his head no. “I don’t want you coming back in. Go home and get warm. I’ll be there as soon as my meeting is done.”