Chapter 18 #2
It could also be because I know Chad better than someone I’m just playing with.
I’ve never spent so much time with anyone outside of that power-exchange dynamic before, and they’ve always respected my desire not to.
Chad hasn’t. I should hate his lack of boundaries, but he’s obviously wearing me down, challenging that desire to remain secluded.
Maybe playing with Chad is so different because he’s forced me to get to know him, and that adds an extra layer of trust and…
well, I think it does make it more fun, too.
It’s not just a scene with him.
He’s probably expecting me to use the wax again, so I put the lit candle down carefully on the holder beside the bed and mix things up. I reposition myself between his outstretched legs, and without any warning, swallow his rock-hard cock as deep as I can. “Oh holy shit! John! I’m going to…”
“What happened to you calling me ‘Sir?’” I pull off to taunt and tease him more, trailing my fingers up his inner thighs.
He’s back to panting, and he’s squirming beneath me in a way that makes me think he really is struggling to hold back, but he’s trying. For me. The selfish part of me gets off on the restraint he’s showing simply because I told him to.
That doesn’t stop me from teasing him though.
I drip more hot wax onto his chest and abdomen, obsessed with watching it mold to the ridges of his defined abs and in the V of his Adonis belt.
I alternate between using it with the cold metal and my mouth, enjoying every sound he makes at the shock and pleasure.
His constant talking morphs to incoherent babbling, and I truly don’t know how much more he can take.
“I need to come, Sir. Please, I’m trying so hard,” Chad rambles as I set everything down.
Instead of answering, I wrap my lips around the head of Chad’s cock, solely to lap up the precum that’s been leaking from it this whole time.
Then I pull back and reach for the lube.
As much as I’d love to suck him down my throat and get him to finish that way, I’m very aware that Chad is not only new to anything kink related, but also to sex with other men.
Not that either of those things are obvious with how easily he’s embraced them, but I want to give him another new experience.
“Want to feel how hard you make me?” I ask in a low tone.
“Yes, please!”
At the thought of touching me, he seems to momentarily forget how close he is to coming, and that sends a zap of pride through my chest. He’s still tied up and blindfolded, so I spread lube on both of our dicks while Chad cries, “More, oh God,” then position myself on top of his thighs so our cocks are lined up, and wrap my hand around both so I can work us together.
“Your cock feels incredible against me, Princess,” I tell him, giving him the praise I know he loves.
“Mm-hmm,” he moans. It’s so loud and filthy with absolutely no ounce of shame. It flares every possessive desire in me.
His dick slides against mine as we both thrust into the tight channel of my fist, and he cries out again, desperate for permission to come.
“Please, Sir. Please. I need to come. Let me come. Please. I’ll do anything.”
I’m kind of surprised he didn’t ask for specifics about what I’m doing since he’s still blindfolded and can’t see me.
He must be even further gone than I realized.
I thrust my hips a few more times, really enjoying the drag of each barbell in my Jacob’s Ladder as our dicks shift against each other’s.
“Please. Please.” He’s chanting it now, and it sounds like he’s ready to cry. I’m shocked he’s lasted as long as he has and decide to give him what he’s so desperate for.
“Okay, Princess. Come for me.” I finally grant him permission, and he cries out instantly. Chad’s whole body curls inward as his dick pulses in my grip, coating my hand and his stomach. His orgasm seems to go on and on before he finally relaxes back, looking completely spent. “Good boy.”
I shift so I’m kneeling between his legs, looking down at Chad’s perfect body, covered in his own release, with small pink spots where the candle wax had been on him, evidence of what I did to him.
I love it. He might not have any tattoos, but tonight Chad is wearing marks I put there, and I can’t even pretend like I’m not obsessed with them.
A few quick tugs on my dick is all it takes for me to finish and add my release to his chest as well. Marking him with even more of me. Fuck, it’s hard to look away from such a pretty sight.
After a few long moments to catch my breath and force myself to actually move, I peel myself off him to remove his blindfold and wrist restraints.
He barely moves, just sighs happily. Seeming totally blissed out as I lie down next to him and pull him in close to me. He’s all smiles as he stares off at nothing. I offer him some of the water from my nightstand, and cover us with my duvet.
He did so good for me.
This whole night has felt like a fever dream, but Chad did such an amazing job submitting to me, and I want to make sure the aftercare is enough that he might do it again.