8. Melting for You

8 / MELTING FOR YOU

Fitz

I laid them down on the bed, making sure that the plastic sheet beneath them was spread out and not bunching up. All of the candles were already lit, casting a soft golden glow through the entire room.

Sage looked like a divine being spread out the way that they were.

I intended to worship them as such.

Their pleasure brought me joy. It brought me pleasure. Knowing that they trusted me turned me on.

I used bondage tape to bind them, keeping them spread apart. Their eyelashes fluttered, shadows dancing along their cheeks as they looked up at me.

“Is this okay?” I asked.

“Yes,” they whispered.

I reached for the collar, running my fingertips over the soft purple leather. I leaned down, slipping it around their neck and clasping it. I gave the heart ring a gentle tug, enjoying the way they smiled.

“Now you’re stuck with me,” I teased.

“Completely at your mercy,” they whispered.

“Entirely.”

The bed was the altar where I would keep them bound and make them scream. My gaze roamed over their naked body, appreciating every part of them.

“You are so beautiful,” I whispered.

Their cheeks turned dark red. I could see the flicker of discomfort in their eyes, but they wanted that. They wanted to feel the sting of positive words, especially ones that I meant entirely.

And I had so many nice things to say about them, I could do this for hours.

I wanted them to see themselves the way I saw them.

“You look like a divine being,” I whispered. “You’re absolutely glorious laying there. Every part of you is beautiful, every part of you worthy of worship and love.”

“Stop,” they whispered.

But stop wasn't our safe word.

“The moment you sat down in the café, I knew that you were mine. I want every part of you,” I whispered reverently.

They shook their head. I crossed the room and picked up a bottle of oil. I poured a generous amount in my palms and then began to rub down their body, taking my time. They moaned as I cupped their breasts, circling their nipples before sweeping my palms down their sides. I made sure to coat them entirely, admiring the way they glistened.

When I was satisfied, I picked up the first candle. The flame flickered, the red wax pooling around the wick in the glass.

“Are you ready?” I asked softly.

“Yes,” they whispered. “Yes, sir.”

I moved to the edge of the bed, leaning over as I tipped the candle, drawing a line of wax over their stomach.

They sucked in a breath, their pussy already gleaming with wetness. The scent of need filled the room, and my cock hardened as I watched the wax harden too.

I tilted the candle again, leaving another streak over their body, this time bringing it up to their breast. They arched, lips parting as they closed their eyes to enjoy the sensations. Their nipples hardened as I continued to play with them, leaving more lines of wax, creating a masterpiece.

I was no artist. I didn't have the talent of so many that I admired—but when I was in the bedroom, I felt like one. I felt like the hot wax with my brush, Sage was my canvas, and with them I could create something beautiful.

I switched to another candle, one with more wax that had melted into a pool. I dripped it up and down their body, leaving bright green markings.

Each of the candles were a different color, creating a rainbow across their skin.

Every groan and huff from them turned me on. Their soft sighs, their searing gaze that saw every part of me. The way that they pulled against the bondage tape occasionally, or the way that they completely melted into the headspace that they were in. It was a gift to see how they submitted so completely, their eyes glazed over as they allowed me to do as I pleased to them.

For a moment, I wished we were mated.

I wished that we were connected in a way that would allow me to feel what they were feeling. I wanted to know their pleasure, their relaxation, their desire.

More than that, I wanted us to be fully connected. I yearned for the closeness of another soul.

I poured more wax, coating them completely. I watched as the drops rolled over their body, pooling at the base where their flesh met the sheet.

I knelt between their spread legs, reaching down to rub their clit. They gasped, their eyes flying open as I began to circle them slowly, all while I dripped more wax over their body.

“Sir,” they whimpered, bucking their hips. “Sir, it feels so good.”

“You make such sexy noises,” I said. “I love watching you lose your control for me.”

They moaned, their eyes glistening.

“Fuck,” I breathed, inhaling their scent.

I slipped two of my fingers inside of them, thrusting in and out gently. I drew them back, sucking on them for a moment to taste their essence.

They were going to drive me wild.

I thrust my fingers back inside. Their cry echoed through the room, their face twisting into such a sexy expression.

“I could lose myself with you every day,” I whispered.

“I don't deserve you,” they suddenly said.

I scowled, studying them as I continued to move my fingers, feeling them clench around me. “Of course you deserve me. You deserve every single good thing that will happen to you and has happened to you. You deserve to be loved and to be happy.”

“No,” they gasped. “I don’t.”

I growled, moving my fingers faster. “Do you really think I would be here if I didn’t love you already?”

The words came out before I could stop them. Sage suddenly arched and came, an orgasm ripping through them. I felt them tighten around my fingers, their throaty cry ringing out.

If I were one to blush, I would have been scarlet right now. I sucked their cum off my fingers and left the bed, going to the closet where the vibrator was. As I’d promised, I had plans for them and their pussy, and planned on making them cum as many times as humanly possible.

I brought the wand back to them and grabbed the bondage tape.

“What are you doing?” they rasped.

I couldn’t withhold my devious chuckle as I used the tape around their thighs to hold the vibrator in place against their cunt.

“Oh fuck,” the whimpered.

It wasn’t even on yet.

I leaned down and dragged my tongue down their body, tasting their sweet sweat as I pressed the button.

They moaned, arching against the tape that held them in place. I used my weight to pin them down as I grazed my teeth over their breasts, enjoying the way they cried and groaned.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” they rasped. “ Oh gods .”

“Yes, little flame?”

Their curse was cut off as I reached down and turned up the vibrator. It hummed against them as they writhed. I enjoyed seeing them stuck beneath me, forced to take the pleasure.

My cock throbbed with need, the pocket parting as I came free. I desperately wanted to breed their little cunt, but not yet.

I reached for the pocket knife I’d placed on the side table earlier and flipped it open. The wax still gleamed on their body, clinging to their skin. They gasped as I held the blade, showing them its sharp edge before carefully pressing it against the wax.

“Stay still, little flame,” I commanded. “I don’t want to harm you.”

They went as still as they could, even as their vocals became louder.

Sage panted as I peeled up the first strip of wax, watching the blade glide over their smooth skin.

This was my favorite part of wax play. I felt a deep satisfaction as I pulled it off, all while they fought against the vibrator bound to them. The scent of their arousal made my mouth water as I carefully stripped more of the wax, carving it away from their stomach, breasts, chest, neck.

“Fuck,” they shivered. “ Sir , I’m—ah!”

Their body bowed up and I paused in my carving, looking down as they came. I felt them tremble and shake beneath me, hot liquid squirting from them.

“Good toy,” I purred.

Their words were incomprehensible as they finished cumming, now a trembling, hot mess.

“I’m not done,” I said gently.

Their eyes widened. “But…”

I turned up the vibrator intensity.

“Oh gods, you son of a bitch,” Sage huffed.

“I told you I had plans, little flame.”

Their groan turned into a more pained cry, their eyes fluttering closed. I was mesmerized by them, the dizzy pleasure I saw in their expression.

I straddled them as I used the knife to carve more wax away. Tears wet their cheeks. I couldn’t resist leaning down to kiss them, eager to feel their breathlessness. Our tongues fought, their taste ingrained in my memories. The heat that rolled off them, the way they moved beneath me, the last of the wax peeled off beneath the blade.

“Choke me,” they rasped. “Please, sir. Please.”

I growled as I set the knife aside, wrapping my hand around their throat and pressing the sides with controlled pressure. Their eyes flew open, holding mine as I took their breath away.

“Good,” I praised. “Look at me while you cum, little flame.”

I eased the pressure and they dragged in a breath, using it to scream as the vibrator continued to overstimulate them into mindless pleasure.

They melted beneath me, panting as I released their neck.

Sage strained against the tape. “What about you?” they rasped.

“Bringing you pleasure gets me off,” I said. “And believe me, I still plan on breeding your cunt once you come for me a few more times.”

“A few?! I don’t know if I can.”

“Try for me.”

I turned off the vibrator as I mentally went through what I wished to do to them next. I slid off them and cut all the tape, even freeing the vibrator from them—for now. I picked them up with ease, swiping some of the wax pieces off and leaving a pile on the plastic sheet.

Sage clung to me as I took them to the shower, turning the water to lukewarm. Part of the reason I’d chosen this place to stay during my visit was because the shower was large enough for me to stand in without feeling cramped.

“Please fuck me,” they whispered. “I’ve wanted your cock back inside me since the museum.”