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"Got it," Wraythe said. "You just kiss him a little more, Ela."
I leaned in to do that, but Pey cupped the side of my face. "I like him," he murmured.
I stole a fast kiss. "Me too. Shame he's straight. He thinks you're sexy, though." And then I kissed him again.
"I think the pair of you are sexy," Wraythe said as he walked back out of the bathroom with a small bottle. "Anything else you boys need while I'm up?"
I took the lube, but my eyes jumped to the shelf above us. "Light the candles?"
"No," he told me.
"It's fine," Peyron promised, his hands sliding down my legs, proving he wasn't bothered at all by Wraythe standing over us.
"He doesn't want the ambiance," Wraythe countered.
Peyron's hand moved inward until he was playing with my half-hard dick. "I already figured that out. He's a sadist. My goddess is known for perception. At the start of the year, I offered to trade. This time, it's my education for his. I want to learn how to make a man like him moan. He wants to learn if he can stop on his own or if you'll have to pull him off me." Then he turned his gaze on Wraythe. "I also know you will. You two were paired because you protect him from himself, and that means keeping me safe first."
So Wraythe grabbed the box of matches and lit one candle. Just one. After shaking out the match, he lowered the candle to the table beside the bed, set it within reach, and then caught my eye. He didn't say a word, but he also didn't need to. I nodded once to show I understood, and that was all he needed. Wraythe relaxed and headed back to the book he'd left.
"Do you think he'd wear green?" Peyron asked as he began stroking me slowly.
Yeah, I liked how that felt, but it needed a little something. Opening the bottle of lube, I trailed a line of it down my dick first, and then his. While Pey's hand smeared that onto me, I added a little more to my own palm, then stroked him all the way around. Now we were ready.
"Are you trying to steal my guardian?" I teased as I put the lube back onto the table.
"Maybe borrow," he said. "Just think how impressive he'd look behind me, glaring at anyone who tried to threaten me."
I leaned in and caught his wrists, guiding both of his hands over his head. "I'm sure it doesn't work as well without the bonds, and he's the one thing I don't share."
"Lies," Pey taunted, his eyes dropping down to the symbol on my skin, just over my dick. "I think you share him with them. I just wanted the facade." Then a smile touched his lips. "Or to see if talking about him will set you off."
"Is that a dare I hear?" I asked, pressing his hands a little harder. "What are you hoping for, my beautiful man?"
He lifted his hips, trying to grind against me, but I was too far back. "I want to feel you inside me again," he admitted. "I want you to bite me hard enough to leave marks that others will see tomorrow." Then he tried to push against my hold on his arms. "And I want to see what it is that you're so damned scared of, Ela."
So I slipped lower, pushing my body down the bed. My arms stretched out, but I made it low enough to reach his nipple. There, I nipped gently. This time, when Pey bucked, I felt his dick pressing into my stomach, so I added a little more pressure. The man's nipple pebbled under my teeth, and I moved to the other side. That one, I kissed, licked, and then bit just hard enough to make him whimper.
I loved that sound. I wanted more of it, so I bit at the soft skin over his ribs. The next time my mouth touched him was lower, over the skin of his belly. This time, I kissed. My tongue trailed a circle around that divot, and then I bit the space just below. Hard.
He gasped, but that was all. Like this, he was completely under my control, but he was not my bitch. Peyron wasn't a pathetic man, demanding my attention. He was amazing, and I wanted to show him just how glorious new sensations could be. I wanted to hurt him, but only enough to make him feel even more.
"Grab the headboard," I ordered. "If you let go, then I stop."
He reached up, wrapping his hands around the wooden bars. That let me caress his arms, moving down to his biceps, and then all across his chest. Fuck, but I liked his body. I loved the trail of hair that led to a short shadow around his dick. My mouth headed there, licking, kissing, and sucking at his skin, but never touching his dick.
I could see his skin tense and prickle with the attention. I watched his abs tighten and release. Even his breathing was under my control, and the more I teased his body, the faster it got. His heart had to be racing, and I couldn't help but think about how hard it would pound when I pushed him a little more.
I could feel that need taking over, so I sat up and reached for the candle. The question was if I could walk this line. Was I really in control of my monster, or was it in control of me? As my hand wrapped around the tall wax column, I honestly wasn't sure of the answer.
"This will be hot," I told him. "It will burn, but not enough to blister. If you can't take it, say stop. If you use your safe word, we're completely done, and Wraythe will pull me off you."
"Ok," Peyron agreed.
So, while holding the candle in one hand, I moved the other down, trailing a finger across his dick before grabbing his entire shaft. The moment my fingers were around him, I tilted the candle just enough for the wax to trickle across his chest.
It hit, splattered, and his dick swelled in my grip. Pey grunted against the pain, so I stroked him, teasing that sweet spot under the head, then paused when I stopped pouring the wax. He panted, but his body loved the attention. I could see the goosebumps across his chest. I could feel his pulse in his dick. His eyes were squeezed closed, but his lips were open, looking like he was waiting for a kiss.
I poured again. His body flinched against the burn, tensing as he tried to resist reacting. This time, I made a trail downward, seeing just how much he could take. With my other hand, I stroked him, adding pleasure to his pain, but I wanted to feel him thrash. I wanted to hear him beg me to stop. I needed to see just how far he could go, and then I would make him break.
