You watched the liquid wax swelling at the edge of the burning candle. Thick, heavy drop formed, threatening to fall any second now. You took in a shaky breath, your bare stomach shuddering, goosebumps blooming on your skin. The anticipation was torturous.

Valeria didn’t move the candle, she was patient. She kept the candle steady in between her fingers, slightly tipped. The suspension was part of the fun. You saw a subtle smile on her face, shadows dancing across her features, brought to life by the flickering, golden glow of the candle.

Finally, the wax drop fell.

It landed on your stomach, just slightly above your belly button. You inhaled sharply at the sensation, bordering on painful, almost too hot to handle. But it only lasted a few short seconds. The wax hardened, cooling down, and you exhaled slowly.

“Good. You’re handling it so well, cariño.” Valeria whispered, reaching up to run her fingers through your hair. Her touch was comforting. But at the same time, she was making sure you don’t flinch away, that you keep still. Her hand was firm against your hip, holding you down as she sat between your spread legs.

Drip-drop.

Hot wax dribbled down from the candle, splattering across your bare skin, making your toes curl.

“Preciosa…” Valeria murmured, tracing her finger along the pattern of hardened wax on your stomach. “You’re like a beautiful canvas.”

Her hand travelled down from your stomach, over your hip, and towards your thigh. She wrapped her fingers around your flesh, fingertips digging into your skin. The candle she was holding now lingered just above your inner thigh. You twitched instinctively as another fat drop of wax threatened to fall.

“Shh… keep still.” Valeria whispered, caressing your thigh. “You’re alright, darling.”

Again, she waited. She was in no rush. She held the candle still, her other hand firm against your thigh. You watched as the wax slowly pooled at the very edge of the candle.

Drip-drop.

It fell. Hot splash against your inner thigh, dribbling down your skin.