Tied up and dominated

She lights the candle first. Holds it above her slave’s chest, tilts it slow. One drop hits skin, then another, and the girl’s breath catches hard against the tiles. The bathroom light is low and warm. Sweat beads on her stomach. She spreads the slave’s legs wider with her knee and pushes three fingers in at once, deep and unrelenting. She works them fast, knuckles brushing wet heat with every stroke. More wax lands across her breasts and she arches, thighs trembling, but her mouth stays open, soundless. The scent of paraffin mixes with sex. She curls her fingers, searching, and finds the spot that makes the slave jerk. Another sharp tilt of the candle. Wax trails down her ribs in lazy lines. She doesn’t slow. Just keeps driving her hand in steady rhythm, fucking her harder until the girl’s legs give and the floor catches them both.