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You shivered at the soft touch of leather skating across your skin. You could barely see him in the dim light of the candles, but there was no mistaking the reflection of his glasses. It was something he’d asked of you, to see if it was something you’d enjoy. You hadn’t been completely sure, but you trusted Murdock completely at this point.
His fingers teased at your body’s lines, exploring your skin before him. You trembled, wanting to squirm and encourage him but knowing it would do no good. He worked at his own pace, whatever it was. Your cheek was cupped by soft leather as he had you look at him. “You good, sweetheart?”
You nodded vigorously, which earned you a grin. His thumb caressed your lip for a moment and you let the tip of your tongue tease back. He took the opening, sliding his thumb into your mouth which you gently sucked on, wetting the leather and relishing the earthy taste of it mixed with his skin.
It also distracted you just enough from the reason you were here that the first drop of heat on your upper stomach had you jerk in surprise. “Come now, it’s not that bad.” Murdock chided, but was grinning. You knew he’d done it that way on purpose. The red wax rapidly cooled to your skin. He set the candle down and peeled it free. You shivered at the light pull as the wax became unstuck, his hand returning to stroke where it had been. “See? Your skin is still perfect.”
He picked up the candle again, this time dripping more across your abdomen. Each new trail sent little shocks through your nerves, the heat just on the precipice of pain but not quite. It sent your nervous system into a tizzy, unable to quite know how to classify it. You moaned softly around his thumb and he obliged by pushing it a little deeper.
Your nerves decided on pleasure, echoing your mindset. He trailed a little more wax higher, brushing the bottom of your ribcage. You whined, squirming but being good and keeping your hands to yourself. You weren’t sure if you wanted to touch him or yourself at this point. You whimpered out a slightly garbled “Please,” around his thumb.
He grinned, thumb pressing down on your tongue to help quiet you. “Patience.” He trailed a bit more, the spots beginning to overlap just a little bit. After a pleasuringly torturous amount of time he finally set the candle down with a pleased nod. “Now don’t move, you’ll break it.” You found as it dried it pulled just a little on your skin, nowhere near pain but a constant sense of touch and light pulls. You could tell it would crack with too much movement even without him saying anything.
His free hand slid further down your body, gloved palm teasing your arousal. You gasped and gave an aborted roll of your hips, the light pull of the wax reminding you of his words. He tsked, removing his hand to tap at your hips. “I said don’t move.” You whined at the loss of contact. The next hour would be torture, and judging by his grin it was exactly as he planned.