Page 18 of After the Chase

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.