Olivia's POV
The heat of the wax stole my breath, a hiss escaping me as it trailed down my skin in molten ribbons. My body jerked against the cuffs, but there was no escape.
"Breathe through it," Louis's voice came, low and husky, brushing the shell of my ear. "Let it burn. Let it claim you."
Another drop fell, lower this time, pooling at the dip of my spine before sliding along the arch of my back. I gasped, my thighs clenching together, every nerve alive, every instinct screaming both pleasure and surrender.
The flogger hit my skin immediately after, the sting crossing paths with the lingering heat of the wax. The contrast made me cry out, muffled and desperate, before I remembered his warning. I bit down hard on my lip, swallowing the sound until tears pricked behind the blindfold.
Louis's hand cupped the side of my face, steadying me in the dark. "That's it," he praised softly, though his tone carried possession like steel. "My obedient little wolf."
