Careful What You Wish For

James smirked, lighting a candle. "What do you think? Am I lying to you?"

Isabelle swallowed, her mouth going dry as she watched James light a candle. She tried to close her legs, pulling at the restraints. "You wouldn't," she spat, still struggling

James ignored her, watching as the wax started to drop. He held it over her stomach first.

Isabelle watched with wide eyes as the wax dropped into her stomach, letting out a small whimper. Anger had disappeared, replaced with fear as she looked up to him. "S-stop. Please. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it!"

James grinned. He let more drip down, in a area farther down her stomach.

Isabelle grew more frantic the closer he moved to her pussy. "Please. Please, James," she cried out as it began to drop down her lips. "Fuck," she sobbed, her legs as closes as she could manage to get them

James finally pulled the candle away from her body. "Will you behave now?" he asked with a sneer.

Isabelle hated the fact that she nodded when he asked if she would behave - she didn't want to. But she had no choice. She whimpered, burying her face in her shoulder so she wouldn't have to look at him

James nodded. As Isabelle was awake now, he thrust two fingers up inside her, grunting quietly.

Isabelle had closed her eyes, willing herself to just behave. She didn't want him to punish her any more. She gasped as he pressed two fingers into her, bringing tears to her eyes. She opened her mouth, ready to beg, but decided against it, closing her mouth quickly.

James grinned when she was brought to tears. "What should I do next to you, pet?"

Isabelle gritted her teeth, shaking her head when James questioned her. She wanted to argue that he should stop playing with her but she knew that was the last thing he would want so she decided to just be quiet and not answer him.

James left her alone, for the time being. He was raring to use her body more, but he decided to let her think he was done.

Isabelle relaxed against the bed once James let her be. She curled her knees to her chest, turning to try and lay on her side. Her shoulders started hurting even worse because she was tied so she turned back onto her back, chewing on her lip.

James smirked, thinking of the beauty Isabelle was. He sprawled out on the couch, before remembering his promise to make Isabelle sleep on the floor.

Isabelle couldn't fight the exhaustion that had crept into her bones any longer. It wasn't long before she had fallen back asleep, twisting and turning as she moved.

James undid her restraints, before roughly shoving her onto the floor. "You sleep there," he growled quietly.

She had been fast asleep, even as her restraints were untied. Isabelle jerked awake as she hit the floor, letting out a groan. She looked up to James with a frown, "what the hell was that for?!"

James glared at her. "Shut the hell up. You're sleeping on the floor, like I promised you." He closed the door, and then turned to tie Isabelle up, not wanting her to run away.

Isabelle tensed as she watched him move about. "I'm not going to run," she mumbled, hoping he would at least not tie her up