Chapter Seven #2
A smile tugged at the corner of Phil’s lips and he brushed some hair back from Terry’s face.
“I do mean it. I want you to know how sincere I am, the truth of what I say. But I would also expect you to work with me on finding ways to help you cope with life’s frustrating moments.
Then, when something very serious comes along, you won’t even hesitate to come to me.
I guarantee that if you called and were upset because the mail was late, I’d find a way to help you make it better.
Even if I was away from home, I’d give you a task or something that would take your mind off your worries so you could get some relief.
” Phil rubbed Terry’s shoulder. “This is our journey together. You’re my life and first priority in everything.
If you say you need me for any reason, I’ll honor that. ”
Once again, Phil’s words had not only astounded him, but jacked up his emotions.
I swear, if he makes me start weeping again…
“Thank you. I can’t even begin to express how much that means to me.
And I believe you. I know you’re not making random promises you have no intention of keeping.
I figured that out right after we first got back together.
It’s me who’s holding myself back right now. ”
Phil’s smile grew bigger. “I can work with that. For tonight, if you agree to allow me to explore a new soft limit with you, I believe I can help you settle so you can enjoy our last couple days off before we both get back to work again.”
Terry worked extra hard to remain still. “Okay. Which soft limit is this exactly?”
At the sight of Phil’s grin, Terry was almost sorry he’d asked.
“The hot wax.”
Terry swallowed hard. “Oh yeah. That one.” He pictured it in his head.
Or rather, he pictured what he’d seen on a BDSM porn site he’d visited while Phil had been out one day.
The two Dom’s tormenting the sub in the film hadn’t held back, and it was clear the sub was feeling every second of it hardcore.
But that was a fake scene. Not like what me and Phil share.
“Okay. I’ll agree to it. But you’ll talk me through it, right? At least this first time?”
“Yes, baby. Every step.” Phil indicated to the bed. “Go lie on your back. Then raise your arms above your head and spread your legs.”
After taking a deep breath, Terry followed Phil’s orders.
He settled on the cool vinyl, the material quickly warming to his body heat.
He held in a snort at the slight squeak it made against his skin as he adjusted his butt to get his back in a more comfortable position.
Phil attached leather cuffs to his wrists so that his arms extended from one corner at the top of the mattress to the other.
He repeated the same action with his ankles, encouraging him to open his legs as wide as he could.
The bonds held Terry tightly, making him feel even more vulnerable and exposed.
Terry sucked in a sharp breath, tensing as the first thick, white candle came into view. “Uh, hold up. First question and an observation, Master.”
“Go ahead.”
“Will I need a tub of burn cream after this? And since my safeword is candle, I was thinking that might present a problem.”
The seriousness of Phil’s demeanor comforted him. Phil might joke with him on occasion during a scene, but also seemed to know when Terry needed him to be straightforward.
“Not at all. These candles are specifically manufactured for BDSM play. And I’d already considered the issue with your safeword, but thank you for reminding me. If you feel it’s a problem, then for this session you can switch to red. Is that agreeable?”
“Yeah, that works.” He let out a long exhale. “It seems like every aspect of the BDSM world has been thought out already.”
Phil gave him a shrug and a smile. “Maybe not everything, but quite a bit.”
Terry closed his eyes while Phil checked the cuffs to make sure they weren’t cutting off his circulation.
He focused on his breathing, his nerves wreaking havoc with him as he tried to mentally prepare himself for what they were about to do.
I know I love pain, this is just a new type.
I think. He had no choice other than to let go and leave it all in Phil’s hands.
“Come on baby, open your eyes. You’re not blindfolded, and I want you to see exactly what I’m doing.” Phil had an expression that hinted at evil. “For this type of play, many times the anticipation is worse than the actual result.”
Terry doubted Phil was interested in his thoughts on the subject, so he kept his mouth shut.
Phil struck his lighter, bringing the flame to the wick. “Get ready.”
Before he’d had a chance to process what Phil had said, the first splash of searing wax hit his chest.
“Fuck!”
Phil raised the candle so that more wax wouldn’t fall. “One curse, and that’s it. Anymore beyond that one and you’ll be writing ‘I will not use foul language during scenes’ a hundred times. Are we clear?”
“Very clear, Master.” Doesn’t mean I can’t let loose in my head. In truth, the sharp bite of pain had only lasted a couple seconds. He was aware of the hardened piece of wax on his skin, but it no longer burned.
“Then I’ll continue.”
Terry hissed, using all his strength not to shout out profanities that would make grown men cry, but it wasn’t easy. Each splatter from the candle would hit his skin then quickly lose its edge. Soon, his chest and belly were covered with so much wax he’d begun to feel like a candle himself.
“You seem to have taken to this quite well.” Phil blew out the candle then set it on a metal tray.
He retrieved a new one that was the same as the other, then laid it down on the nightstand next to the candle they’d just used.
“This one, I’m saving for something special.
But before I begin with that, I need to clear my canvas. ”
“Shit!” Terry arched his back off the bed, but that didn’t stop Phil from yanking another piece of hardened wax from his skin. “Fuckity fuck fuck!” The second piece had ripped out the hairs of his treasure trail.
“Hmm. Sounds to me as if someone is going to be spending their day writing standards instead of eating tiramisu.”
“Wait, what?” Terry angled his head to look at Phil. “You mean you got tiramisu and the eclairs?”
A big grin spread across Phil’s face. “I knew you were digging through those containers.” With that, he gripped another large chunk of wax and tore it away.
Somehow, Terry managed to confine his response to an unrestrained shout.
“Okay, last one.” Once Phil had ripped away the final patch on his hip, he plucked the fresh candle from the tray. “I only have a couple quick spots I want to do. I have to be careful not to burn this candle down too far since I mean for it to have multiple uses.”
Nothing put Terry on edge more than when Phil would make cryptic comments. The man had a devilish imagination and never hesitated to unleash it on his poor, well-used body.
And I love every second of it.
Phil leaned over, moving closer to him as if attempting to aim the drops more precisely.
Terry pulled on the cuffs as if he could prevent the first searing drop from landing on his erect nipple.
He growled through clenched teeth, the sensation beyond anything he’d experienced before.
The sharp burn from the hot wax seemed to settle in his balls, his cock beginning to fill in response.
“That’s it, baby. I knew you’d love it.”
The second splash hit his other nipple as he tried to twist away. But he couldn’t hide from the jolt of pain nor could he ignore how hard his prick had become.
“Just a couple more, then we’re done. These last ones are going to be spectacular.”
Terry jerked and screamed as several small drops decorated his sac, the feeling as if someone were poking him with needles. Only one spot left, I don’t think I can…
He screamed louder, kicking uselessly, his legs imprisoned by the cuffs, as three drops of hot wax landed on the end of his cock in quick succession.