Chapter 40
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A lex wanted her to drip candle wax on him. This was uncharted territory for her, a role she had never played. But the glint in his eyes, the challenge that was laced in his words ignited a fire within her. She had been the one at his mercy, pushed to her limits, basking in the pleasure he doled out. Now, it was his turn. She wanted that, but as she stared down at Alex, his body sprawled out and utterly exposed, Leslie felt a flutter of nerves.
Could she really do it?
"Come on, Les," he murmured, his voice teasing yet encouraging. "Show me what you got."
The challenge in his voice stoked her determination. She wouldn't back down, not when the stakes were this high. Not when she saw the raw desire in his eyes, the trust he was placing in her.
“What about you? You need a safe word.”
He looked surprised, hesitated then said, “Flour.”
“F-l-o-u-r?”
He smirked. “Of course.”
“I thought so, just wanted to be sure.” She bit her lip. Then taking a deep breath, Leslie took the candle from him and knelt at his side. The smell of the burning wick filled her senses, calming her, grounding her. She looked at Alex, his golden skin tempting under in the dim light.
She lowered the candle, allowing the hot wax to drip onto his chest. Alex hissed, his body tensing beneath her. She immediately stopped, afraid she’d hurt him but Alex groaned and immediately wrapped his fingers around his dick and pumped himself hard. The sight of his obvious pleasure filled her with satisfaction. She was the one in control, she realized, a feeling both empowering and intoxicating.
Slowly, she traced a path of wax across his chest, down to his rippling abs. Each drop elicited a gasp from him, his eyes never leaving hers. He continued to stroke his cock and feeling bold, she said, “Stop touching yourself.”
His hand on his cock instantly froze. He narrowed his eyes and they stared at one another before he released himself. “Good boy,” she murmured, and his fingers suddenly dug into the blanket beneath him. Apparently she wasn’t the only one that enjoyed praise.
With her heart pounding and the candle firmly held in one hand, Leslie reached out and wrapped her own fingers around Alex’s hard cock. The feel of him in her grasp was familiar yet thrillingly different in this new context. She watched as the muscles in his abdomen contracted, his body reacting to her deliberate, measured touch.
"Fuck," Alex gasped as her hand began to move, each slow stroke driving him to the brink of insanity. His body arched up into her touch, craving more, but she was relentless in her slow pace, savoring each twitch, each gasp that slipped past his lips.
As she continued to stroke him, Leslie casually tilted the candle, allowing a fresh drop of wax to fall onto his stomach. The resultant hiss from Alex brought a wicked smile to her lips.
"Enjoying yourself?" he asked, his voice strained yet holding an undertone of curiosity.
"Immensely," she replied. The feeling of power, the knowledge that she was the one driving him to the edge was intoxicating.
She continued her dual assault, alternating between the hot drips of wax and the maddeningly slow pace of her hand. Each touch, each drip of wax was an exploration, a study in pushing him to the brink of pleasure. His groans echoed through the cave, the sounds mingling with the low hum of the rain outside.
And all the while, Leslie reveled in this newfound control, in the way he squirmed under her touch, the way he surrendered to her.
Soon, she was stroking him faster and faster, and Alex was swelling in her hand. “Fuck, baby girl… Yes, so good… I’m going to come… I’m going to come… I’m going to—”
Alex shouted and Leslie watched as he crested the wave of his climax, committing to memory the sight of him shuddering under her touch, the guttural sound of his release echoing in the cave.
His body shuddered and his fingers clenched the blanket beneath him as he spilled over her hand. Slowly, she brought her hand to her lips, her tongue darting out to taste him, to claim a piece of this victory, just as he’d done when he’d tasted her moisture from his own fingers.
Alex watched her with dark, heavy-lidded eyes, the corners of his mouth twitching in a satisfied smile. "You're full of surprises, Leslie," he murmured, his voice a raspy whisper that sent shivers down her spine.
She merely grinned at him. She grabbed his shirt and used it to clean him, the same way he’d cleaned off her breasts and face when he’d come on her. Then she caressed his body before she started peeling the dried wax from his body. As she took care of him, his hand found her hair, his fingers combing through the strands in a soothing rhythm.
Once she was done, she tossed the shirt away.
“Let me take care you now,” he said. He began to gently clean the dried wax from her skin, his touch warm and careful. When he was done, he laid back down and she curled up beside him, her head resting on his chest. He stretched to the side, grabbing another blanket, and covering them up. The rhythmic beat of his heart was comforting, a steady beat in the silent aftermath of the storm that raged outside.
Together, they waited as the storm blew itself out, until they heard only the steady drizzle of rain. The sound was soothing, a gentle lullaby that had her eyes drifting shut.
"Sleep, Leslie," Alex's voice rumbled, his hand still threading through her hair. She simply nodded, closing her eyes and letting the remnants of their shared pleasure and the fading storm lull her to sleep.
When Leslie woke, she blinked her eyes open to find Alex sitting beside her, fully clothed. He watched her, his eyes soft with a tenderness that made her heart flutter.
"Hey," he greeted, his fingers tracing idle circles on her arm.
"Hey, yourself," she returned, pushing herself up into a sitting position and stretching her limbs. She was stiff from sleeping on the ground and yet she couldn’t remember feeling better. What she and Alex had shared last night had been momentous.
Alex handed Leslie her clothes and helped her put them on.
“Ready to shower and grab some breakfast?”
Leslie nodded. When they were dressed and composed, they headed to the entrance of the cave. The storm that had raged outside, the lightning that had illuminated the sky, and the thunder that had echoed through the cave, all seemed like echoes of a dream, replaced now by a tranquil silence.
The fresh scent of rain-soaked earth welcomed them as they emerged from the mouth of the cave. Trees loomed around them, their leaves heavy with moisture, their trunks dark. Puddles of water glistened on the uneven terrain, reflecting the muted colors of the storm-swept sky. The air was thick with dampness, a misty haze enveloping the island, giving it an otherworldly feel.
Alex's arm slipped protectively around Leslie as they surveyed the aftermath of the storm. His touch was a comforting presence against the chilled air. "Come on, let's get you into the house before it starts up again," he suggested, his voice a soft rumble in her ear.
They hadn’t gotten more than ten feet, however, before a figure stumbled into view.
It was Nico.
He lurched toward them, his face contorted in pain. His clothes, usually meticulously put together, were torn and soaked with blood. He clutched his side, a stark red staining his hand, a grim indication of a wound hidden from their sight.
"Alex," he gasped, struggling to stay on his feet. "I need... help..."
With that, Nico's legs gave out, and he collapsed, his body convulsing in pain.
“No!” Alex rushed to his side. Leslie stood frozen, her hand flying to her mouth when Alex gently lifted Nico’s hand and pulled aside his shirt. The wound was a gruesome sight of torn flesh and a deep, bloody gash. It looked like he’d been stabbed, and Nico's blood was rapidly soaking into the ground beneath him, creating a dark pool that expanded with each passing second. Alex quickly removed his own shirt, pressing it to the wound in a futile attempt to stem the flow of blood.
Nausea rose in Leslie’s throat at the sight, but she forced it down, swallowing hard. The brutality of the wound and the pained grunts from Nico made her insides twist with a sense of urgency and dread.
She fell to her knees beside Alex and took Nico’s hand. Nico’s face was covered with sweat. His eyes were dimmed with pain even as they started to close.
“Tell me how I can help.”
But when Alex looked at her, she saw the helplessness in his eyes. She also saw raw fear, and she knew the fear wasn’t just for Nico, but for her, as well.