Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 341

Chapter 341: Play 2

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. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

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."

He trailed his fingers lightly over the fresh lines of wax, tracing the patterns he’d painted into my body, his touch tender compared to the bite of heat. My breath shuddered, chest straining against the bench, torn between relief and anticipation of what he would do next.

Then his voice dropped darker, filled with promise. "Let’s go to the next part."

I shivered, bound and blindfolded, not knowing what was coming next. Suddenly, he released my hands from where I was suspended and spun me around. I gasped, unprepared, knowing only that he was close—so close I could feel the hot whisper of his breath against my face.

Suddenly, I felt him move away from my front, and I stretched my attention, wondering where he was going. His presence shifted, circling me like a predator that had all the time in the world. My chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, straining against the fabric that still clung to me. Then I felt it—the brush of his fingers at my back, deliberate, unhurried, until they found the clasp of my bra.

A click.

The strap fell slack, sliding from my shoulders. My body tensed, but I didn’t move, bound in place. The cool air kissed my bare skin where the bra no longer shielded me, my nipples tightening instantly from exposure.

His hands didn’t stop there. With calm precision, he slipped lower, hooking his fingers at the band of my underwear. The thin fabric peeled away, leaving me utterly exposed. My breath caught, humiliation and arousal tangling into something dangerous, something that made my wolf whimper inside me.

He led me toward a corner of the room, lifting my cuffed wrists high above my head before securing them to a bar of cold metal overhead. I gasped but had no chance to speak before I heard his retreat. My head jerked toward the echo of footsteps, my blindfold a prison, my heart racing as panic mingled with raw, aching anticipation. What was he planning?

Before I could form a thought, heat ghosted across my chest. His breath.

And then—ice.

Cold, sharp, shocking.

His lips closed over my nipple, but it wasn’t warmth I felt—it was the searing kiss of ice, the frozen cube sliding between his mouth and my skin. A strangled cry caught in my throat as my body arched, the temperature so brutal against my already sensitized flesh that it stole my breath.

Louis’s muffled growl vibrated through me as he held the ice in place with his tongue, his mouth commanding and merciless. The cold burned deeper, harder, until it melted and slick rivulets trickled down my breast.

My hands clenched against the cuffs, every muscle quaking with the torment of sensation. The cube slid over my nipple as his tongue released it, and I hissed at the shock of cold trailing against overheated skin. The sharp ache made me strain against the cuffs, my breasts jutting forward helplessly as the last edges of the ice melted over my peak.

Louis caught the cube between his fingers then, dragging it down the center of my chest in a slow, merciless path. The freezing trail burned over my heated skin, droplets following like a cruel echo.

When the ice reached my stomach, I gasped and twisted, the sensation sharper there, vulnerable and exposed. His free hand pressed firmly at my hip, steadying me, controlling me.

"Still," he commanded, his voice deep, authoritative, leaving no room for disobedience.

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