Octavia

Marty wraps the ropes tight around Octavia's wrists and ankles. She lies spread open, skin already burning from the first hot drops of wax he drips across her bare stomach. Her mouth stretches wide around the black ball gag, spit gathering at the corners while she breathes hard through her nose. He moves the flame closer, lets another line of wax land across the top of her thigh, then slides his hand between her legs to push her knees farther apart. Octavia's back lifts off the table, nipples hard, the muscles in her calves tight against the knots. Marty pulls the ropes again, stretching her wider, making her hips tilt up toward the next slow trickle of heat.