'Oh, I know.' His voice was dark and low, smooth and ever so pleased with himself.

More wax dripped down, from her sternum all the way down to her naval, a clean red line bisecting her stomach, flaming into pink on either side. It looked almost like she'd had a neat line sliced down her stomach, that the Master might be able to peel away the edges, tear her open and reach inside to rearrange her insides as he would.

Lazily, he picked off some of the hardened wax, flicking it aside and scraping fingernails over the faintly pink mark it had left. Her reaction was delicious, and the Master very nearly moaned. Carefully holding the candle, he leaned down once again and caught her in a filthy tongue kiss, pinning her head to the mattress for a moment or two with the force of it, before pulling away again. With no warning this time, he tipped the candle over her other breast, spilling not just a few drops, but all the reservoir of melted wax at the top of the candle. It spilt over her breast, an asymmetrical sunburst, covering all of her nipple, and coating much of the rest of her breast in dark red.

Sighing, the Master ran his fingers over it whilst it was still hot, tweaking the nipple, before reaching down to stroke teasingly in between her legs with fingers warm and smooth with wax.