Chapter 5
Tallis
God, I’m good.
I had a strong feeling everything would turn out well after spending the afternoon getting Oliver ready. He’s a natural sub and has a sweet, endearing eagerness to please. But he also has a spark in him that I want to explore further.
Seeing him with my Augie Pie has been a dream so far, though. The chemistry between them has been electric from the moment they laid eyes on each other, and I feel privileged to have witnessed their first intimate moments from up close.
I knew I wanted to wait until after that initial, fervent fuck had happened, so that August could relax and really enjoy every second of the rest of our evening.
Because I’m already feeling the pressure of only having Oliver with us for two days, and there are so many things I want to explore with him.
I’m going to have to be careful to make the most of our time together so we don’t squander any.
“How are you feeling, little treat?” I ask as I hug him to my side. He’s sweaty and flushed and his hair is in complete disarray. But he gives me a weak and sleepy smile.
“Good, Master. Green.”
I hum and reach casually into the nightstand beside me where I stocked up on sports drinks before he arrived. He’s inexperienced and young, so I don’t expect him to entirely understand his limits yet.
But that’s half the fun, isn’t it? Once I know how far I can push him, I can push him that little bit more and show him what he’s really capable of.
When we met at the café, I was delighted to think that even if he didn’t want to commit to being August’s present, I’d opened his eyes to possibilities he’d never dreamed of previously. That I’d left an indelible mark on him which he’d carry with him into the future.
It’s only been a couple of hours of getting to know him. However, I already want to fucking ruin him for other men. I want to set his standards so high that he’ll be comparing every sexual encounter to us for the rest of his life.
This playdate might only be for a weekend. But I want to live rent free in his head forevermore.
“Drink,” I tell him, holding the neck of the sports bottle to his lips. He needs to replace some electrolytes if he doesn’t want to pass out and miss all the fun. “Good boy,” I murmur as he gulps it down like a little kitten being bottle fed.
“He really is,” August agrees from my other side.
He slipped out to clean himself up a bit, but now he’s back with a glass of Champagne in one hand and a small plate of treats in the other.
His robe is still gloriously open, and I bury my face against his neck for a moment to inhale his delicious musk.
“I’m so glad you like him, sweetheart,” I say genuinely.
Even I get doubts from time to time, and picking an actual human being as a gift was a moderately nerve-wracking experience despite how well I know August. But it’s all worked out beautifully, because naturally I know my husband better than he knows himself.
“What are you going to do with him,” August asks. Oliver finishes the sports drink with a gasp and already looks a whole lot brighter than before.
Good.
I was planning on fucking him regardless—unless, of course, he used a safe word—but I’d rather have a little fun first.
“Every birthday cake should have candles,” I tell my husband with a knowing grin.
I drop the empty bottle into the wicker basket by the bed, then take his Champagne flute so I can wet my throat with a generous sip before handing it back and jutting my chin toward the sideboard. “If you wouldn’t mind, my dear.”
Augie’s pretty eyes go wide as he catches my meaning.
He polishes off the last of his drink and places the glass and his plate of nibbles safely on the nightstand.
Then he reaches over for a candle that doesn’t look like the rest of the white ones I’ve set up around the room.
Those are a mixture of tea lights, sticks in holders, and pillar candles in hurricane jars.
This one is orange and has the same citrus scent as its color. It’s also set in a medium-sized glass jug and is melting at a lower temperature than all the rest.
“Little treat,” I say, drawing Oliver’s attention back to me. He blinks and looks up at me.
“Yes, Master?”
I indicate the jug in my hand. “Do you remember how we talked about trying some mild pain play?” He nods and glances at the candle I’m holding.
“I would like to see how you enjoy having wax dripped onto your skin. You are a birthday cake, after all, and candles melt. I would like to test the wax on the inside of your elbow and see how you feel. Is that okay?”
He looks curiously at the jug. “It smells nice, Master. Is it very hot?”
I shake my head. “It’s designed for play, little treat, so it’s cooler than regular candles.”
For a second he nibbles his already slightly swollen lip. Then he holds out his top arm for me while still cuddled up to my side, his head resting on my chest. “Okay, I want to try it.”
“Are you sure?” I ask firmly.
The brat gives me a damned scowl. Ohh, we’ll be talking about that punishment in a moment.
“Yes, Master,” he says. “I promised I’d always be honest. I’m green.” He shakes his arm impatiently.
I chuckle, greatly enjoying his impertinence. “You did, little treat. But you’re being quite rude right now. I think that might warrant a reprimand.”
He lowers both his gaze and his arm. “Sorry, Master,” he mumbles.
I give his side a squeeze, encouraging him to look back up at me. “What did I say about punishments, little one?”
For a moment, he frowns in concentration. “That everyone would enjoy them?” he hedges.
I grin and press a kiss to the tip of his nose. “Correct. So shall we try this wax, and then so long as you like it, we can play? If you’re handling it well, I’ll tell you what your punishments are going to be.”
“There’s more than one?” he asks nervously.
I arch an eyebrow at him. “You were late to the café, remember?”
“Oh.” He blushes and looks away, but he also nods.
“Don’t worry, little treat,” August chimes in. He’s watching us both very keenly. “Wax play can be so fun. And if you can be good for our Master, the rewards will be even better.”
Oliver turns his head back, this time looking at August with such adoration it takes my breath away. “Okay, Daddy,” he says softly. “I trust you.”
August dips his finger into the chocolate and then holds it out for Oliver to suckle on. I feel his excitement as Oliver does so without hesitating, looking angelic as he keeps sucking even once the sauce is gone.
“Remember,” August continues, withdrawing his finger and scooping up another dollop to feed his boy. “You can stop at any time. Master taught you about the colors, right?”
Oliver nods with August’s finger still in his mouth.
How he can look so sweet yet so sinful at the same time is beyond me.
I’m just incredibly glad that we’re the ones who discovered such a special young man.
The thought of anyone else taking him into their bed causes something ugly and hot to rise up within me.
This isn’t this time for that, though, so I quash it down.
“Ready, little treat?” I ask.
August pulls his finger from Oliver’s mouth, and I give him a second to lick his lips. “Yes, Master,” he says, holding his arm out steady once again.
I tip the jug and let the wax stream for just a second. Oliver hisses as it hits his smooth skin, but then his eyes go wide and his breath hitches in excitement.
“Again?” I ask.
He turns his arm, offering me a new patch of skin. “Please, Master,” he whispers.
Triumph swoops in my chest. I was certain he’d enjoy this, but you never truly know until you let someone give something a try.
“Good boy,” August says, caressing the side of Oliver’s face, his joy radiating off him.
I completely understand why my husband has never been keen on playing like this.
The wax drying in his body hair would be painful in a way I wouldn’t want.
But I love feeling his happiness that this is something Oliver and I can share together.
I imagine it’s similar to how I feel hearing Oliver call my Audie Pie ‘Daddy.’ Just because I have no desire to do something doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the secondhand pleasure.
“Little treat,” I say. “I am going to turn you over so we can play. But first, I want to get your punishments over and done with. I want to show you that some areas of your body are more sensitive than others. You might not enjoy this as much, but I’m sure you can handle it.
If the pain is too much after the first punishment, however, you must tell me. ”
“Yes, Master, of course,” he says breathlessly.
I shift us about so he’s lying on his back between me and August. If he was more experienced, I would have loved to blindfold him and pour the wax without warning.
Maybe another time, a voice whispers in the back of my mind, even though I know this contract is only for the weekend.
I focus, hovering the jug above his chest. “I’m going to cover your nipple, little treat. Once I’m done, I want you to take a second, then give me your color.”
“Yes, Master.”
Wasting no more time, I do as I said I would and tip the liquid wax over his pebbled bud. He sucks in air harder than before, blinking rapidly as he processes the sensation.
“G-green,” he finally says.
I arch an eyebrow at him. “Are you sure?”
He swallows then nods. “It hurts, Master. But…in a good way. Is that crazy?”
Smiling, I lean down and capture his mouth for a kiss. “That’s wonderful,” I tell him genuinely. “Do you think you can take the second one now?”
He purses his lips but nods eagerly. “I’m ready, Master.”
This time, I pour a slightly larger quantity, faster, covering more of his skin with fractionally hotter wax.
He grimaces and moans, curling his body toward me and causing some of the wax to run before it can harden. But he pants his way through the sensation, and then he’s done it.