Tasha surged against her handcuffs, twisting to try and see what he was doing through the open bedroom door. She could hear drawers opening and closing in the kitchen. When he returned he was holding a thick, white candle in one hand and a long lighter in the other. She watched apprehensively as he turned away from her, set the candle on the nightstand and lit the wick. His incredible back flexed, muscles rippling, showing her exactly how helpless she was, with or without the handcuffs, with or without the martial arts lessons. She would never have been a match for David's incredible strength and skill.
The black trousers he wore sat low on his hips, moulded to his sculpted body, showing Tasha that, while he may not enjoy the idea of a person waxing her, he certainly liked the results. An
