Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
NOAH
I step closer to him, watching his pupils dilate as I invade his space. "I don’t appreciate you testing me, Chase."
“I know, I just wanted to see how you would react to another person in our space, just like any other person would have a friend visit.”
“And did it go well?”
“No.”
“Did you want me to kill her, Chase?”
“What? No!”
His eyes are wide in horror, and I’m not sure why. It would be nice to include him in my hobbies. He always wants to do couple things. But, one step at a time.
“I think it’s time for you to remember who is in control here, baby,” I say, as I grab his jaw, angling his head to look up at me. He is so gone for me, that I feel nothing but pride, a sense of achievement in completing my goals.
"Go shower, and come to the bedroom naked.”
He obeys immediately, disappearing into the bathroom. I hear the water start, and I move to the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed. My heart rate is steady, my breathing controlled. The only reaction I am experiencing is the urge to mark him like a feral animal.
The shower shuts off, and a few minutes later Chase emerges from the bathroom, damp and naked, his skin flushed from the heat. Water droplets cling to his shoulders, his chest, and the defined lines of his abdomen.
Gorgeous.
"Come here," I say as he timidly walks over to me, not knowing what to do with his hands. I find it interesting how people recoil with shyness or shame when naked like this, like I haven’t seen him naked thousands of times already. Maybe it’s the imbalance because I’m dressed and seated, whereas he is standing and bare.
I reach out, running my hands down his sides, over his hips, mapping his body to my memory.
His cock is already half-hard, responding to my touch, to the anticipation of what's coming.
"What did you learn from that nosy Jessica’s visit?"
"That you will never share our space, your mind can’t allow for anyone else to have a spot in my life."
"Good." I wrap my hand around his cock, and he gasps at the contact. I stroke slowly, deliberately, watching his face with that intense focus to make him feel like the only thing in my universe.
"This is mine, your body, your mind, your blood. All of you I own, baby."
“Yes.”
I release him abruptly as he complains at the loss of my touch and stand, moving over to the dresser. When I return, I'm holding a long white taper candle that I found in the house when we arrived, which is at least ten inches, along with a lighter.
"You wanted to see what I'd do," I say, my eyes focused on his. "You wanted to test me, so now you're going to learn what happens when you give someone else access to what belongs to me."
I light the candle, and the flame catches immediately, bright and hungry. Chase's heart is pounding so much that I can see his pulse jumping in his throat. Fear and arousal war in his expression.
"On the bed," I demand. "On your back with your legs spread over the edge."
He gets onto the bed, his body trembles as he positions himself. He is panting now, his chest rising and falling in quick motions.
"You're afraid," I observe.
"Yes."
"Good. You should be." I move closer, standing between his legs. "But you're also hard. You want this so much, don’t you?"
"I don't know…”
"You do." My free hand wraps around his cock, stroking it once. "Your body knows exactly what it wants. It wants me to push you and claim you in ways that leave marks only we can see."
I tilt the candle slightly, and a single drop of wax falls onto his inner thigh. He gasps at the sharp burn, his hips jerking involuntarily.
"Stay still," I say. "Or this gets much worse."
Another drop falls, closer to his groin.
"Noah…please."
"Please what? Please stop? Or please continue?"
He can't answer. His cock is achingly hard, his body shakes with a mixture of fear and arousal. I can see the conflict in his eyes, the part of him that's afraid warring with the part that's becoming addicted to the pleasure from pain.
"That's what I thought." I drip more wax across his thighs, creating a pattern of red marks and white residue. Each drop makes him gasp, his cock twitches, and he tries to close his legs to gain control.
I blow out the flame, then I reach for the lube on the nightstand.
“Get on your front, ass in the air and arch your back,” I say, and he moves, wincing at the discomfort the hard wax is creating on his beautiful smooth skin.
"This is going to hurt," I say matter-of-factly, coating the candle with slick. "But you're going to take it, and you'll take whatever I give you."
He buries his head into the bed, panting in short gasps as I position the candle at his entrance.
"Breathe,” I say as I push slowly. He quickly reaches out, grabbing onto the sheets, moaning loudly as I watch his ass stretch and I stuff his hole to beyond fullness. The candle slides inside of him, and just watching it is overwhelming.
"Fuck," he whisper shouts.
"Almost there." I push deeper, until it’s at least six inches deep, then I hold it there, my other hand reaches around him, stroking his cock slowly.
"Look at you," I murmur. "So fucking beautiful like this. Filled with something that could hurt you and trusting me not to let it."
All he does in response is moan, unable to keep his body still.
“Wanna take it to the next level, baby?” He turns his head on the bed and glances up at me. His face is red with sweat, his eyes dilated. The dirty little fucker is enjoying this.
“Do whatever you want to me.”
I remove my hand from his cock and pick up the lighter, lighting the end of the candle while it sticks out of his ass.
I watch as the wax slowly melts and starts to run down the sides in slow motion.
This is a work of fucking art. A small piece of the wax drips onto the top part of his ass above his hole and he yells out.
“Holy shit, it fucking burns.”
“Your ass looks like the perfect birthday cake, baby.”
“Please Noah, do something, I can’t take it.”
"Do what?"
"I don't know!"
"Yes, you do." I blow out the candle and slightly pull it out of his ass as a small part of the wax then drips onto his balls. The heat is shocking, intense, and he cries out. I slowly thrust the candle in and out of him, some of the hot wax landing on my own skin, but I’m too distracted by how open he is. How dirty this looks.
"Now do you have the answer to what happens when you forget who you belong to?
" I say, my voice dark, borderline feral.
His body is a study in contradictions, his muscles tensed with fear, cock hard with arousal, eyes wide with a mixture of terror and fascination.
This is what I wanted and this is what he needs.
"You're going to cum like this," I say, as I start to stroke his cock with maddening slowness. "With this candle inside you and my marks all over your skin. You're going to remember that this is what being mine means."
"Oh god, yes."
I stroke faster as I fuck him with the candle, all of the sensations from the heat of the wax, and the pleasure of my hand pushing him toward the edge with terrifying speed.
"Cum for me, Chase."
I barely say his name as he comes with a broken cry, spilling over my hand, his ass clenching around the candle inside him. It must be overwhelming, almost painful, and I work him through it with sharp focus, watching every micro-expression cross his face.
When he finally slumps forward, I carefully withdraw the candle and leave behind his gaping hole that is more than tempting.
"Don’t move,” I say. I focus on his hole as I strip quickly. My cock is hard and flushed, aching with need. I cover my dick with lube, and I position myself between his legs, my hands gripping his thighs.
"Now I'm going to fuck you," I say, my voice rough. "And you're going to take every inch of me. You're going to feel me for days, I guarantee it."
Like an animal without control, I slam inside his perfect ass and he cries out at the intrusion. I'm bigger than the candle, but I don't give him time to adjust.
"Ahhhh" he yells out, but in utter bliss.
"That's it, you can feel me. Feel who owns you."
I fuck him with punishing intensity, my hips snapping forward, my hands bruising on his thighs.
Each thrust drives deeper, harder, claiming him in ways that blur the line between pleasure and torture.
His juicy ass bounces as his body accepts me, yields to me, and surrenders completely.
The only noise in the room is the sound of my hips hitting his ass, the crude sound of the lube and our mingling groans.
“I need more…”
"More what?"
"I don’t know," he cries and I start to become dizzy. My face and back start to sweat with the pace. I reach under him and wrap my hand around his cock, which is somehow already hardening again despite his recent orgasm. The overstimulation must be almost unbearable.
"You're going to cum again," I say, my voice nothing but gravel. "You're going to cum with me inside you."
"I can't do it again."
"You can and you will." I stroke him in time with my thrusts, as the dual sensation pushes him toward another impossible edge.
Suddenly his ass clenches around me as he cums again, weaker this time but no less intense. The feeling of him tightening around my cock pushes me over the edge with him, my hips stuttering as I cum inside of him in a never ending fountain.
I pull out slowly, and I watch my release drip out of him with another mark of ownership, another claim. I disappear into the bathroom and return with a warm cloth and a balm for the wax burns.
The wax has cooled and hardened on his skin, so using the balm, I peel it off carefully, revealing red marks beneath that are temporary brands that will fade in a day or two. But for now, they're visible proof of what happened here. Of what he allowed me to do.
"Beautiful," I murmur, tracing the marks with my fingers.
When I'm finished, I pull him against my chest, my arms wrapping around him possessively. His body fits perfectly against mine, like he was made for this. Made for me.