Cooper, the dungeon monitor, was making some adjustments to a pair of chains hanging from the ceiling in room three when Daniel found him. The other Dom noticed him as soon as Daniel appeared in the doorway. Cooper finished what he was doing and removed his keys from his pocket. “I’m guessing you need supplies. I saw you had room four reserved.”

  Daniel followed him to the storage room at the end of the hall. It had enough toys to supply a club twice the size of Serpent’s Kiss, which meant there was never a shortage of implements to choose from. All of them had been cleaned and sanitized, ready for the evening’s play.

  “What were you needing?” Cooper asked.

  “Wax.”

  Cooper went to the far end of the room. “Body or pussy?”

  “Both. In a variety of colors.”

  A few minutes later, they exited the room, their hands full of supplies. Ali had marked wax play as something she’d done before. However, he was guessing it had been a while. He knew all the men she’d played with for the last two years and none of the scenes had involved wax.

  Of course, it was possible she’d played with someone outside of the club, but he didn’t think so. One of the reasons Ali had joined the club was for safety and because she knew Katrina vetted every member.

  Cooper placed the supplies on the table along the far wall and left Daniel alone. One of the downsides to playing at the club was they couldn’t have open flames. Having a bunch of mini crockpots lined up wasn’t exactly as sexy as holding a burning candle over his submissive’s body while the wax dripped down, but it still got the job done.

  Once Daniel was satisfied everything was the way he wanted it, he headed downstairs. He scanned the large room for Ali, but she was nowhere to be seen. There were a few members beginning to filter in and Brandon had turned on the music. One couple was already on the dance floor, and he had no doubt they’d be making their way upstairs soon.

  “Looking for your girl?” Brandon asked with a smirk when he approached the bar again. “I think she’s out front.”

  “Has Bridget arrived yet?” It wasn’t quite six thirty, but it was getting close.

  “I haven’t seen her.”

  Daniel nodded. “Four bottles of water, please.”

  Brandon opened the refrigerator and removed four bottles of chilled water. He placed them on the bar in front of Daniel. “You playing tonight?”

  “Yes.”

  “With Ali?” the bartender asked.

  “Yes.” Daniel took the bottles of water and turned on his heel, not giving the other Dom the chance to make any additional comments.

  He’d known there would be some reactions to him and Ali playing together. Especially since he’d made it his mission over the last two years to negotiate play for her with other Doms. Brandon, of course, had been one of those Doms.

  Daniel had watched that scene. Watched as the other Dom had bound her and played with her tits.

  The memory hit him hard. At the time, he’d convinced himself it was for the best despite the way it had made him feel seeing her playing with someone else. Now that he’d been with her—now that she was his—replaying it in his head had him wanting to punch something.

  As he reached the second floor once more, he could already hear a whip cracking inside one of the rooms. Cooper stood, arms crossed, as he watched the scene taking place inside. He glanced over at Daniel and gave a curt nod before turning back to what was going on inside the room.

  Cooper was the club’s dungeon monitor. He was in his forties and had been a Dom for a decade before coming to work at the club. Unlike Brandon, Ali, and Bridget, he didn’t rotate his shifts with anyone so he could play. A lot of the members speculated on why that was, but as far as Daniel knew, no one knew for sure except Katrina.

  Leaving Cooper and the rest of the club behind, Daniel entered room four and did a final inspection to ensure everything was exactly the way he wanted it. In the short time he’d been downstairs, the wax had melted in the warming pots and he’d made sure to have plenty of towels on hand. Playing with wax could get messy.

  He checked the clock again. Six thirty-five. Ali would be along soon.

  Taking a seat, he settled in to wait for his sub.

  CHAPTER 15

  Bridget burst through the door at six thirty on the dot. “Sorry I’m late. I got stuck behind an accident on the other side of town.” She stripped out of her coat and hung it up on one of the hangers. “I need to change. Can you cover for me for a few more minutes?”

  Ali looked at the time. “I have to be upstairs in fifteen minutes.” Then the clock changed. “Make that fourteen.”

  Grabbing her bag, Bridget ducked into the nook that housed the coat check. “I’ll change here, then.”

  Before Ali could react, Bridget was halfway undressed. She shook her head. “I would have waited, you know.”

  “Yes, but then you would have been late.” She heard some rustling, then Bridget asked, “Who are you playing with?”

  Heat rushed to Ali’s cheeks, anticipating her friend’s response. “Daniel.”

  Bridget peeked out from behind the partition, her eyes wide. “Girl, you have got to tell me how you managed that, but for now you’d better get your butt in gear or you’re going to be late.”

  Sure enough, Ali only had six minutes to get upstairs. “I’ll catch you later.” She eased out from behind the coat check and headed into the club.

  Her bare feet slapped against the floor as she hurried toward the staircase. Daniel hadn’t looked pleased earlier when he’d seen her wearing her heels. Normally, she didn’t have an issue. She was used to heels. But after being on her feet so much earlier, her feet had been begging her for mercy. Even now, her feet hurt, but being out of the constricting heels helped.

  The door to room four was closed when she approached. Cooper saw her and smiled. “He’s waiting for you inside.”

  “Thanks,” she said and let herself into the playroom.

  The lights were dim, but she spotted him right away. He sat in the corner, his eyes trained on her.

  Ali walked over to him, kneeled, and lowered her head. He lifted his hand, resting it on top of her head. She closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. The back of his other hand brushed the side of her face before tilting her chin up. “Why are you breathing hard? Were you rushing?”

  “Yes, Sir. Bridget was running behind and I didn’t want to be late.”

  He nodded. “How are your feet?”

  “Sore, Sir.”

  “You shouldn’t have been wearing your heels earlier. You need to take better care of what’s mine.”

  “Yes, Sir,” Ali whispered. It had been a long time since she’d had a Dom. She was used to taking care of herself. Pushing herself to meet others’ expectations.

  “We need to talk before we get started with tonight’s scene.” He rubbed his thumb along her bottom lip. “I know you’ve done wax play before. Are there any body parts that are hard limits?”

  She’d noticed the warming pots on the table as she’d entered the room and wondered if that’s what was on the menu for tonight. Thinking about the warm wax dripping onto her skin filled her with anticipation. “No, Sir.”

  Daniel stood and offered his hand to help her up.

  She took it and let him lead her to the long table he’d set up on one side of the room. Without a word, he lifted the dress she was wearing over her head and discarded it on the floor. His gaze roamed her body, taking in the bra and panty set she’d chosen for the evening. Her nipples were straining against the sheer fabric of her bra, aching to be touched.

  He used his index finger to trace the edge of her breast before moving in to circle her left nipple. Then, his finger was gone. She snapped her eyes open, not even realizing they’d drifted closed.

  “Turn.”

  Ali did as he asked, presenting her back to him so he could unhook her bra. But instead of pushing it off her shoulders once he had it unfastened, he cupped her breasts from behind and massaged the fabric against her tits. The lace scraped against her nipples, adding to the sensations coursing through her. He held her against him, tugging at her nipples before dragging the bra down her arms to pool on the floor.

  Cool air hit her back as he stepped away and she held her breath, waiting to see what he’d do next.

  She didn’t have to wait long. The feel of him behind her returned, and then his hands appeared in front of her face. He held the end of a scarf in each hand and placed it over her eyes. In a matter of seconds, her vision was gone.

  The fabric of the scarf pulled against her hair as he secured it behind her head. His fingers brushed her hair from her shoulders, and then soft lips grazed her newly exposed skin.

  She sucked in a breath as his hands came around her from behind to palm her breasts. A tiny sigh left her lips as he massaged her already sensitive flesh.

  “Don’t hold back tonight. You are free to move and make as many noises as you want.” He rolled her nipples between his fingers, sending a shot of electricity to her pussy.

  “Thank you, Sir.” The words barely made it out. All she wanted to do was relax against him and let him play with her body however he saw fit.

  But then he removed his hands again, and the next thing she knew, she was being lifted off the ground. Ali squeaked at the unexpected movement, but she didn’t have time to do much more than that before she was spread out on the table.

  The hard wood had been draped with towels to help with the cleanup after. They also provided a little padding.

  Fingers hooked into the sides of her panties and slowly dragged down her legs. Then, he was removing her stockings. She hadn’t worn a garter belt tonight, thinking the thigh-high stockings would be easier to remove.

  Once she was completely naked, she waited. A few seconds passed, then he began to move his hands on her body, rubbing oil over her skin. He took his time, massaging her shoulders, kneading her breasts, and dipping his hand down to caress the sensitive area between her legs.

  Ali sighed when he removed his hands and as she listened to him moving about the room, her mind wandered. How many people were watching them from the hall? She wasn’t an exhibitionist like Grace or John, but she didn’t mind playing in front of others for the most part. Not at the club, anyway. The people here wouldn’t judge her for her desires.

  She had been so wrapped up in her own thoughts that the first drizzle of hot wax startled her.

  “Too hot?” he asked.

  “No, Sir.”

  She’d barely gotten the words out before the next drizzle hit her chest. This time it was a bit hotter. The wax followed the curve of her left breast, tightening as it cooled. She loved the feeling of wax on her skin. The warmth followed by the constriction had her body coming alive.

  Drip by drip, he used the wax to draw on her body. Dried wax cascaded over her nipples, encasing her breasts. Her stomach muscles flexed as the wax rained down, warming her and making her want to move away at the same time.

  There wasn’t much of her torso that wasn’t covered in wax and she could only imagine what she looked like. A lot of Doms liked to use different colors of wax to create pictures or faux clothing on their subs. She had no idea what all the wax on her looked like, but she was willing to be his canvas anytime he wanted her to be.

  Then, she felt wax drip between her thighs and by instinct she began to close her legs. A hand stopped her, spreading her open and moving the wax so it hit her pussy.

  Ali arched her back and held on to the sides of the table.

  “That’s it. Embrace it.”

  Another drop hit directly on her clit and she cried out. Hot wax dripped between the folds of her most sensitive flesh. It felt...

  She didn’t have time to think before he opened her leg and drizzled wax along the inside of her leg. She was completely open to him, exposed. Not that he hadn’t seen her before, but between the wax and the position and knowing people were watching her had her on the edge of something. What, she didn’t know.

  Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, pulling at the wax on her breast. It only added to the sensation, and she felt every inch of her body.

  The feel of his hands running over the wax created an entirely new feeling. He was barely touching her, but it felt so intimate she wanted to cry.

  “You look so beautiful, sweetheart.” His hands caressed her sides, tracing the lines made by the wax.

  Ali arched against his hands, needing his touch.

  His fingers skimmed over her wax-covered clit, moving the hardened wax about, sending shots of pain mixed with pleasure directly to her core. She knew herself well enough to know it wouldn’t take much for her to come. Her body was primed.

  Then, his hands were gone. She wanted to cry out, but she didn’t. Instead, she bit her bottom lip and waited to see what he would do to her next.

  Watching her reactions to the wax had Daniel grinning. It also had his cock straining against his jeans. He picked up the massage oil and flipped the lid open. Wax could be removed in a variety of ways, including with a flogger. He’d considered that option, but flogging wax off created a hell of a mess.

  Depositing a good amount of oil into his palm, Daniel rubbed his hands together before running them up Ali’s thighs. The wax gently pulled away from her skin, leaving the shiny oil in its place as he worked his way up one thigh and then the other.

  Ali sighed, her legs falling open, giving him full access to her body. As he moved over her, massaging as he went, he removed the dried wax and placed it on one of the extra towels.

  He took his time, making sure to remove as much as he could from the dips and valleys between her legs. When he began caressing her pussy, the sounds coming from her lips changed. Her soft sighs became moans. He could feel heat radiating from her sex that had nothing to do with the wax.

  Spreading her wide, he used both hands to rub up and down her labia before moving his attention to her clit. It was out from beneath its hood, swollen, and begging for some attention. He brushed his thumb against it several times, thrilling each time she sucked in a breath, then moved his attention higher, leaving her hanging.

  A soft whine left her throat, and he chuckled. “Patience, sweetheart.”

  She bit her bottom lip again as his hands roamed over her stomach. Wax had pooled in her belly button, and he took his time getting as much of it out as he could.

  Ali squirmed as he skimmed up her sides, his touch tickling her, but he could tell she was trying her best to keep still. She was a good submissive and having his hands on her was doing nothing to make him want her less. No, the more time he spent with her, the more he had of her, the more he wanted.

  He shook his head, trying to push those thoughts from his mind. Thinking about the future wouldn’t do him any good. He had to focus on the present. Right now, she was here with him. His. He would enjoy it while it lasted.

  His hands covered the swell of her breasts, pulling and pushing them together, working the wax loose from its hold on her skin. She tilted her head back, releasing a low moan as his hands glided over her tits.

  Daniel wiped his hands on a towel and used a clean one to wipe as much of the remaining wax from her body as possible. She’d need a shower after the scene, but he wasn’t quite ready to be done with her. His cock was straining painfully in his pants, and he wasn’t about to end the scene until he’d finished what they’d started.

  Going to the wall of toys, he selected a flogger. With most of the wax removed, he didn’t have to worry about it flying everywhere.

  He stood over her, taking in her beautiful form. She was absolutely perfect. Her nipples stood erect, and her sex gleamed, wet and wanting. He cupped the side of her face. “Are you doing all right?”

  She leaned into his touch. “Yes, Sir.”

  He bent to kiss her, letting his mouth linger and pulling a sound out of her he felt all the way down to his toes. She was slowly breaking all his resolve. All he wanted to do was bury himself inside her, to feel her heat wrapped around him.

  Dropping his hand, he stood to his full height and moved to the opposite end of the table. She had the smallest feet. He thought of her wearing her heels, running all over the hospital on her boss's errand. She’d been out of her heels for almost two hours, but he could still see evidence of her pain.

  With his free hand, he took his thumb and gently pressed it into the sole of one foot. She flinched before she could stop herself.

  He didn’t reprimand her, though. She was hurting and there was only one person to blame for that. “From now on, you will take a pair of flats with you to work. If you need to run around the hospital, you will change into those. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Daniel removed his hand and trailed the ends of the flogger over the tops of her feet. The leather brushed her skin, and he saw her muscles relax.

  He moved the falls of the flogger up her body, letting them touch every inch of her exposed skin. The ends dipped between her legs, teasing her pussy before he shifted them up to caress her stomach. Her breathing slowed as all the tension left her body. The only thing on her mind was the feel of his flogger. Exactly the way he wanted it.

  The leather kissed her breasts before he ran it up her neck and face. Her mouth fell open and she turned her head to the side, silently begging for more.

  One of the things he loved most about floggers was how versatile they were. The sensations he could create with a flogger ranged from a barely there brush of the leather to a thud that bordered on the edge of pain. It was all in the technique, the location, and the type of flogger.

  The one he’d chosen to use on her tonight was on the lighter side. When he was flogging her ass and the backs of her thighs the night before, he’d used a heavier flogger. Those areas of a woman’s body were ripe for a good, hard flogging.

  He lifted his wrist and took aim at one of Ali’s breasts. The impact startled her, but it only lasted a moment. At the second hit, she tilted her head back as her nipples, already sensitive from the wax, embraced everything he was giving her.