12. Wax Me Baby

twelve

Wax Me Baby

Zelda

" B est date ever!"

Yes.

That's what I said.

Brennan and Kaz might be porn stars using a poorly written script to—successfully—seduce me, but I am a freaking dork.

The bonus is that I have shown these guys pretty much every single aspect of my personality at this point and they still haven't run away or kicked me out of their home.

"Yeah, sweetums, you really are."

I barely have a moment to take in the words before two strong arms wrap around my waist from behind. Brennan's body brushes against mine, a certain part of his anatomy making itself known in the most delicious of ways.

"Care to make the date a little better?" Kaz asks as he locks the front door behind us and throws the keys down on the little side table.

My eyes are on him as he steps closer to Brennan and me, but every fibre in my being is focused on the pair of hands that are steadily making their way to my breasts. My head falls back and rests against Brennan's shoulder as his fingers firmly grasp my aching mounds of milky flesh.

"She's a goddess," Kaz whispers, his voice filled with awe.

"No," responds Brennan. "She's an angel, fallen from heaven to redeem us." Then he says no more because his mouth is too busy leaving a trail of lazy kisses between my neck and shoulder.

Kaz steps up in front of us, looking down at his hands slowly kneading my aching breasts.

"She's a temptress, sent by the devil to lead us astray," he responds to Brennan, continuing their teasing.

I am beyond caring at this point. Brennan and Kaz can be as corny and ridiculous as they want. All I want right now is one or both of them to fill me up.

"I know," Brennan says, his voice barely above a whisper. "She's perfection. A unicorn. A once-in-a-lifetime experience waiting to be explored."

"What I am," I mutter, exasperated because, with all the flattery, we haven't gotten past a little fondling and some sexy kisses, "is horny!"

"Tut, tut, sugarplum." Kaz shakes his head, looking at his partner behind me. "Does it sound to you like she's rushing us?"

The chest behind me rumbles with a laugh before Brennan responds, "Why yes, I do believe it does. What should we do with little girls that try to rush their Daddies, handsome?"

My groan of frustration fills the room, but neither man pays it any attention. They're seemingly oblivious to the super horny woman who's about to spontaneously combust while standing right next to them.

Kaz makes a show of thinking about it before pointing his fiddling finger up in the air like he just came to an epiphany. "I know, sugarplum!" he exclaims with fake excitement. "We shall tie her up and do wicked things to her body."

Brennan's hands stop their steady massaging and slowly move back down to my belly and then my hips. He pulls my ass back right against the thick rugged ridge, and for the briefest of moments, I think I might be getting my way.

I'm wrong—way fluffing wrong.

Aren't they just a bloody pair of armadillo humpers?

After teasing me just a teensy bit too much with the feel of his erection between my ass cheeks Brennan—I freaking kid you not—picks me up in a bridal hold and carries me off to their bedroom. He does it with so little effort and fuss that he makes me feel like the tiniest of fairy princesses. And I love him for it.

Later, when I'm not focused on getting railed by two hot as-sin men, I'll probably pay attention to their bedroom and the decorations in it, but for now, all I can see is a huge, four-poster bed and the army of candles littering every spare surface.

Little fake, lightbulb candles.

A joke could be made later about the fireman and fake candles but I'll come up with it when I'm not focused on said fireman slowly taking off his clothes.

I'm carefully placed down just before the bed, where Brennan takes his damn time unwrapping me from my dress.

I'd worn this specific one for this very reason.

"That's what you are," he says in a breathless whisper. "A gift. Who cares what kind?"

The dress falls to the floor, leaving me to stand in front of these two perfect specimens in all my glory.

It's hard.

Like any woman, I have my moments.

For the most part, I'm confident. I know who I am, and I love it.

But when faced with not just one hot guy but two sexy married men who quite obviously find me attractive, it isn't always the easiest to just stand there and let them look their fill.

But let me tell you, the hungry look in their eyes? It sure makes it a hell of a lot easier.

"Fuck," Kaz bites out before stalking to the bed and pushing me down onto it.

Only then do I notice the soft leather bracelets coming from the bed posts.

First, my hands, then my feet are tied up. As I'm still in my blood-red underwear, I know that we won't be getting to any of the really good stuff yet, but with the way both Brennan and Kaz are licking their lips, I can only imagine what they have planned for me.

"Now, Miss Thing," Kaz says conversationally as he walks over to one of the dressers lining the wall. "You might have noticed that we prefer to keep things fire-free in this apartment."

I roll my eyes in response but keep quiet, eagerly waiting to see where he goes with this.

"But when it comes to the pleasure of our submissive, we do bend the rules a little bit." He lifts out a long white tapered candle and a box of matches.

"We know that the candle wax might not be quite as hot as your sinful body, but we like a bit of wax play to teach a naughty, impatient girl how to wait for her Daddies to take the lead."

My empty kitty clenches and I'm sure if I wasn't wearing panties, I'd have gushed all over the darn bed.

"Kaz is going to draw pictures on your delicious skin with the wax. And I'm going to play," Brennan warns. "And if you move enough to crack the wax at any time, we'll have to start over again."

Holy business. They aren't messing around. Excitement courses through my body, but there's still a slight twinge of apprehension. Not because I'm scared. More because I'm worried I'll disappoint them.

"Do you remember your safewords, sweetums?"

My head bobs up and down in response, but training wins out, and I respond verbally, too, before I can get into any more trouble. "Yes, Sir. Red for stop, yellow for slow down and green for go, go, go."

They both smile at me, and I watch with bated breath as Kaz lights the candle and lets it burn to build up a bit of wax. In the meantime, Brennan busies himself by rummaging around in the same chest but in a lower drawer. There seems to be a fair bit of deliberation before he finally settles on something.

With the way he's standing, I can't quite tell what he takes out, but I'm pretty sure that whatever it is, I will love it.

"You ready, darling girl?" Kaz asks me as he moves closer with his hot candle.

"Yes, please!"

The first drop of wax lands on my chest, just above the bra line. I let out a soft hiss of pained pleasure as the hot burn courses through my system.

Another drop soon joins the first, and before I know what's going on, I have a beautiful pattern dripped out across my chest.

The cold air in the apartment makes quick work of hardening the wax, and while all I'm doing is lying there, it's easy enough to keep still. But Brennan hasn't started his fun yet, and I just know it isn't going to remain this easy.

"How's she doing, husband-mine?" Brennan asks conversationally. "Can I join in yet?"

Kaz's brilliant white smile lights up the room before he answers. "Heck, yes. What have you got?"

His laughter rings out as he sees what Brennan holds up, but as I'm bound and unable to move, I can't adjust my position to get a good look at what he has.

Unfortunately for me, I don't have to wait long to find out.

Because what does the asshole have for me?

A fluffing white feather.