---Lane's POV---

I watched curiously as Jethro removed several wax candles out from their protective wrapping. Placing them on the table one at a time.

"You know, I am curious after something." He drawled, eyes flitting to the papers innocently resting on his desk. "I find it interesting that you put fireplay on your Hard Limit list, knowing that you're mated to a dragon."

A flush rushed over my face, fingers nervously latching together as I cleared my throat. Jethro's deep voice rumbled through the room as he continued, "I'm not judging, nor am I forcing the issue...but mutual understanding is a key aspect in any relationship, especially in a BDSM one."

His eyes simmered with heat, observing my every expression as he sat back down in his seat. Fingers steepling together before resting his chin on them.

"What exactly scares you about fireplay? Is it the idea of pain? Potential burns?"

I nervously looked up at him, wondering only for a brief moment if Jethro was going to condemn me for not choosing fire play. But then I instantly disregarded the thought, because that wasn't something that Jethro would do.

"I'm...not really fond of pain." I murmured softly with a gesture to my obviously scarred face. "I...I think it's mostly the idea of pain and burns aren't exactly one of the easier wounds to deal with."

Jethro hummed with understanding, a gentle smile on his lips. "Fire is a fearsome thing. Other elements on their own aren't really all that dangerous. Stagnant wind or water doesn't destroy."

With a small gesture, a flicker of flame danced between Jethro's fingers, jumping from finger to finger as if it were alive.

"Under the right conditions, a fire left alone can spread, wreaking havoc wherever it goes." He sighed before using the same, flame wreathed hand to grab a candle. "But with control of a dragon, it'll be utterly harmless."

I watched in confusion before looking at Jethro's fingers. Where the flames were licking at the candles, the air above them shimmering with heat.

Yet the wax candles didn't even drip.

Confusion clashed with curiosity. Head tilting slightly as I took an involuntary step forwards before closing the distance when Jethro motioned me closer.

My eyes were captivated with the flickering flames, how they danced around the candle and more importantly, Jethro's fingers without burning.

"Do you trust me?"

I looked up into my Master's eyes, nervous yet willing to put my faith in him. So I nodded, watching as Jethro put the candle down before reaching out with his hand.

He didn't grab me, nor did he push his hand any further. But at this distance, with the flames so close, I should've felt some heat.

But there was none.

Hesitantly I reached out, fingers curling before I could reach the flame. Hesitant, shivering as I remembered the Pride's cubs used slings to fling hot coals from the campfire whenever I walked around too late.

Even my shift was wary, as it saw through my memories. Could remember the sharp pain and fear when the glowing coal exploded against my skin in a burning spray of fire and cinders.

Yet this was different. I trusted Jethro enough that he would never willingly harm me. With a concentrated frown, I unfurled my hand and reached forwards.

Warmth. Not searing heat that dug into your skin even after you shook off the source.

But soothing, comforting warmth. Like taking a freshly warmed blanket out of the dryer and wrapping yourself up in it. Or taking a nap in the warmth of the sunlight.

I shivered, opening my eyes I hadn't realized I had squinted shut before looking up at Jethro.

"You see, love? As a dragon, I can control the exact heat of my flames. I can never and will never harm you." He stated, wrapping his fingers around mine.

There was no pain as the fire danced around my skin, licking upwards towards my hand. Just heat and a slight pressure.

And then my eyes widened as I realized what this meant. It was just like with our sense play. When Jethro had used ice on me and brought me extraordinary pleasure.

After all, ice could leave their own kind of burns. Yet he had been conscious to not leave any marks, to keep the ice moving and never let it burn into my skin.

Having seen his control, I was quite certain he could do the same with his fire.

Licking my suddenly dry lips, my eyes darted back to the contract. "C-can the list still be...amended?" I inquired hesitantly, making Jethro chuckle.

The flames died out as his hands cupped my face before he pressed a kiss to my nose.

"You are adorable love. And of course, there is a reason why both Dominant and Submissive write down their likes and limits. Because people change or try something they never knew they liked or disliked."

I smiled as he rubbed his thumb over my lips before stopping at the dimple in my cheek. "Does that mean you're willing to try Fire play, as long as it's done my way?"

Nodding and pressing my cheek further into his palm, I murmured an affirmative "Yes Sir." before pressing a kiss to his thumb as it lingered over my lips.

His nostrils flared with excitement before he nodded to himself. "I was originally going to dive into your interest in bondage." Jethro said as he released me before slowly circling around me.

"However, I am not practiced in the art of Shibari or Kinbuku. What I do know however, is the fact that any bondage, be it floor bondage or suspension, can be dangerous if not practiced correctly."

I nodded in understanding before demurely verifying, "Just like fire play?"

There was a deep, affirmative hum as Jethro pressed against my back, making me shiver. "Exactly like fire play. Dominants who lose control will end up injuring their submissive in more ways than one."

"Think about it. If I vowed that you wouldn't receive any harm during a scene, that you'd be safe with me...and I burned you to the point that it's painful, that you have wounds that need healing...would you trust my word ever again?"

Jethro's question clung to the air as I shivered before shaking my head. By submitting myself to him, I placed my body, my mind, health and trust within the palms of his hands.

And I knew for certain that if he willingly caused harm, or forcefully had me try one of my limits only to result into injury, my mind would never forget that moment.

But time and time again, Jethro has proven the opposite. That even with things I was hesitant, uncomfortable or downright terrified about, I could trust and believe in him.

I could put my faith into my mate and Master, without fearing that it would be shattered.

He read my thoughts clearly, a proud yet humbled smile on his lips when he turned my face towards his. "You can trust me with anything that concerns you, my love. Do you trust me?"

"Yes Sir." I murmured, mewling as he gave me a teasing kiss before letting go.

"Good boy. Then I want you to strip and lay down on your back." He murmured, indicating the bed with his hand.

While my tiger wanted to strip and flop our clothes on the floor, I knew that would be cause for a spanking. So I quickly but neatly folded my clothes, placing them on a chair before hurrying over to the bed to follow Jethro's command.

I was slightly surprised when my back touched the damp cloth covering the bed. Or that Jethro was placing several towels and even a bucket of water along with a glass of ice nearby.

He smiled but surprisingly didn't light any of the candles. Instead he took a bottle of massage oil, drizzling several drops in the palm of his hand.

"It's very important to prepare your body before we start with wax." Jethro murmured, allowing his unnatural body heat to warm up the oil as he slowly massaged it into my body.

I purred, unable to verbally respond as I was gently nudged, rubbed and kneaded into bliss. Everywhere Jethro touched, my skin heated pleasantly, tingling with awareness.

Closing my eyes, I felt the sensations amplify as I couldn't anticipate where he would move next. Feeling his fingers gently dig into my muscles, barely grazing my groin before teasingly lingering on the sensitive patch of skin just underneath my belly button.

"Would you like a blindfold, pet?" His breath fanned against my ear, causing me to shiver and mewl before nodding. "I need words, love." He chuckled, making me hurry to verbally agree.

A sigh of relief and anticipation slipped past my lips as the soft cloth was fixed around my eyes. With the sudden darkness came an increased sensitivity; ears straining to hear the slightest sound, muscles jumping when Jethro's touch returned until he chuckled and moved off of the bed.

"Since this is your first Wax play, we're going to start off with massage candles." Jethro explained, drawing away any tension that may have lingered in my body and mind. "Instead of hardening like normal candles, these will melt and be more fluid on your body."

I heard a flicker of flame, like a match being lit and a glass container gently being placed on a wooden surface. Swallowing, I strained to hear more sounds, feeling my mouth dry at the fluttering of clothes being removed.

And jolted in anticipation as a warm palm settled on my stomach.

"Relax pet. You're such a good boy, trusting me with this." He praised, pressing kiss after kiss on my face before finally claiming my mouth in an overwhelming kiss that left me breathless.

"Where are you at, kitten?"

I swallowed, not even hesitating as I replied "Green Sir." Showing Jethro that I was more than willing to continue with his actions.

"I see." He chuckled, suddenly wrapping his oil covered hand over my length before giving it a few slow, languid pumps. Shivering to his hold and fighting to restrain myself, I could only mewl at his teasing chuckle.

He hummed with amusement, moving his weight slightly to the side before I felt a drizzle of pleasant warmth on my wrist. "How does that feel Pet?"

Fingers brushed through the wax, spreading the incredible heat that made the rest of my skin pebble, suddenly cooler than the rest. "Good. It didn't hurt Sir."

Another drizzle splashed on my chest, making me arch with a gasp as my left nipple was doused with the viscous fluid. The throb of heat pulsed through my nipple, echoing as my cock throbbed in response.

"You're so sensitive darling... it makes me curious how you'll respond to this."

Wax drizzled over my chest, hotter than before but not unbearably so. The sensation of having it slowly glide down my chest as it cooled made me shiver in ecstasy.

Especially so when Jethro's warm hands suddenly pressed against the wax covered skin, easily finding all the places that made me writhe and twist against his hold.

Fingernails gently grating over my nipple, massaging the warm oil into my skin. Before I had time to react, a brush of his lips teased the other nipple, tongue circling the sensitive flesh before drawing back.

The sudden temperature change made me groan, wanting more. My fingers dug into the covers above my head, desperate to latch onto anything as I was teased beyond my wildest dreams.

Some splashes were hotter than others, nothing more than a sharp sting that was instantly soothed, like a bath that was just a tad too hot but still bearable.

Others were cooler, especially around sensitive areas. I groaned, flinching as wax was slowly drizzled near my groan, making my thighs tremble against Jethro's form.

"Please..."

There was a chuckle before nails gently grazed the underside of my shaft. The pleasurable touch made me whimper, especially when the wax slowly melted, being rubbed into my skin.

Fingers dipped down, easily stretching myself in preparation for what was to come. "Oh I know Kitten. You should see this delectable view. Such a good boy, the best boy, aren't you?"

I mewled, fingers curling and thighs quivering before latching onto my master as he nestled closer. Unwilling to let him go as he slowly pressed in.

The sensation of his hot flesh stretching, pushing in further as my hands flew up, clawing at his back, was mind-numbingly good.

A shiver ran over my body as the wax, partially cooled, clashed against the body heat of my Master, who gave me only a few moments to acclimate to him before he nipped at my mark.

The sudden jolt of pleasure was nothing at the stretch of feeling Jethro slowly withdraw before thrusting back in. With each thrust, each nudge against my prostate, the oil helped the slick movements, sliding effortlessly against Jethro as he pumped into me without remorse.

Speeding up slowly, allowing me to feel the full length of each thrust, to hear each groan in my ear and my gasping mewls that echoed through the room.

A rush of heat flared over my skin as Jethro snarled, followed by cool air that rushed over us and I just couldn't take anymore.

In perfect unison, unable to control ourselves any longer, we rutted like animals. Clawing at each other as if afraid to lose the other, latching onto each other's marks and remarking as we fell from that orgasmic cliff.

Jethro kept thrusting, milking out a second orgasm that made my body jerk and shiver uncontrollably before he relented. Drool slipped mindlessly from my lips and around Jethro's mark as I whined, refusing to let go.

Wax play was definitely going on my Hell yes! List.