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fingers gliding over the sensitive flesh of her breasts, massaging the cooling wax into the skin. Her nipples tightened and stood erect.
    She heard a dull thud as he set the candle on the tray once more. She looked down as he picked up the clamps and leaned toward her, sucking in a breath as he very carefully pinched one erect nipple with the first clamp, and then the other.
    A jolt traveled through the clamp, into her nipples and down through her belly, puddling with moist warmth in her sex. Faylyn swallowed with some difficulty, trying to decide if it was merely the clamps, or if the tiny jolts of pleasure were caused by an electrical current. When he leaned over her and reached down to adjust a tiny button on the side of one clamp, she was no longer in any doubt. The adjustment caused a slight, but very noticeable, intensification of the current. It throbbed through the clamps in a rhythmic wave, each tiny jolt sending a new wave of sensation through her.
    Goose bumps rose on her flesh.
    He studied the raised flesh and was apparently satisfied. He reached for the candle again.
    Faylyn looked directly at him. “What are you doing?”
    “Looking for answers.”
    It seemed a strange way to go about it and for the first time, Faylyn began to wonder what he had in mind … exactly.
    He tipped the candle, blazing a trail between her breasts and down along her belly, following the hot wax with his fingers, rubbing it into her skin.
    Pleasurable sensation intensified.
    “Did you know pleasure is akin to pain?” he murmured without looking up at her, as if he’d read her mind.
    Faylyn moistened her lips, surprised to find that her lips and mouth had gone dry until she realized she’d begun to suck in little gasps of breath each time the current jolted through her nipples. A strange lethargy had descended upon her. The muscles of her body felt heavy and limp. Her head swam. She found she was having difficulty focusing on anything other than the jolts of pleasure, which seemed to be building, growing momentarily stronger until pleasure seemed to dominate her mind. “I don’t think I understand.”
    He didn’t glance at her. “Sensation. The nerve endings of the body basically only register the sensation. The brain interprets. A feather light touch in an area that’s deeply sensitive creates a tickle, or an itch. A little more pressure, in those same, ultra sensitive areas, the tickle can become pleasure, the itch pain.”
    He’d reached her lower belly. It took every ounce of training to prevent herself from jerking reflexively as he traced a pattern with hot wax and finger tips along her pelvic bones, the hollow of her belly, the soft flesh that cupped her sex.
    He set the wax candle down again, turned to study her a long moment, then leaned over her, looking deeply into her half closed eyes. “An experienced man knows all those sensitive areas on a woman’s body that bring her pleasure. But, of course, we are not all the same.” He touched the tip of one nipple, running his finger in a circular motion that made Faylyn’s belly tighten. “For many women, the breasts are one of the most sensitive areas to pleasurable sensation. Others might find this only mildly pleasant. What about you, assassin?”
    Faylyn said nothing. She wasn’t certain she could speak if she’d wanted to.
    “No? Shall I turn it up a notch?”
    Faylyn swallowed with some difficulty, wondering whether she wanted him to or not. Pleasure beckoned her. Like a clever enemy, it enticed her to yield her will and give herself up to the enveloping intoxication.
    He adjusted the clamps once more.
    The jolts came harder and more quickly. Faylyn felt a wash of hot wetness flood into her lower body. She clamped her jaws tightly, trying to ignore the sensation, feeling her mind cloud.
    It occurred to her that this was much like the euphoria drugs induced; an inner focus, disorientation, dizziness … and still she found it nearly impossible to focus her