Then his fingers slide into my mouth while his other hand strokes my cock with a relentless rhythm. I choke, moan, shudder around him, wrecked from three points of contact with not a shred of control left in my body.
When I finally fall apart, it’s like an explosion behind my eyes. Heat and lightning and the most humiliating, euphoric sound tearing out of my throat as everything breaks inside me.
He doesn’t stop until he’s taken every last bit of it, smearing my spit across my cheek with his fingers, grabbing a fistful of my hair, and yanking my head back so he can whisper filth into the ear of what’s left of me.
“Look at you,” he breathes. “Can you even take any more, or have I already ruined you?”
“Fuck you,” I manage to groan. But it comes out as a gasp. A plea.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He grins against my skin, smug and starving.
I try to breathe. Try to find ground again, but it’s gone.I’mgone.
“What do you want me to do to you?” he murmurs. “Tell me, and I’ll make you forget your fucking name. I’ll hollow you out until you don’t remember who you are unless you’re under me. I’llruinyoufor anyone else. Is that what you want, Julian?”
My voice doesn’t work, but I nod.
He kisses the back of my neck.
“Good boy.”
He straightens. I hear something move; glass clinking, a soft scraping of ceramic. Then the low flicker of a candle.
“You ever try wax play?” he asks.
“What the fuck is that?” I croak, trying to glance back.
He’s smiling. I can feel it in the air.
“Wanna find out?”
Against my better judgement, I hesitate, then nod once.
The first drop of wax lands on my back like a whisper of fire. My body arches. My lungs seize. I moan, biting down hard on my lip to keep from crying out.
Another drop. This one lands on my ass. More heat. Moreache.
“Yeah?” Nico purrs. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Fuck—”
Another drop silences me. My whole body jolts.
“You’re insane—”
More wax. My back is a canvas now, painted in heat.
I reach for my cock, but his hand snaps around my wrist before I can make contact. He twists my arm behind my back and pins it there, his grip firm enough to bruise.
“Did I say you could touch yourself?” he mutters.
Before I can answer, before I can evenbreathe, another drop of hot wax lands on my spine.
I jolt, gasping, my body arching under the sharp lick of heat. More follows. Each drop sends a shock through me, blurring the line between pain and pleasure until I don’t know what I’m moaning for anymore.
My chest is heaving. My legs are shaking. I’m completely at his mercy, and he knows it.
He leans down, his lips brushing my ear as another drop trails fire across my skin.
