This isn’t this time for that, though, so I quash it down.
“Ready, little treat?” I ask.
August pulls his finger from Oliver’s mouth, and I give him a second to lick his lips. “Yes, Master,” he says, holding his arm out steady once again.
I tip the jug and let the wax stream for just a second. Oliver hisses as it hits his smooth skin, but then his eyes go wide and his breath hitches in excitement.
“Again?” I ask.
He turns his arm, offering me a new patch of skin. “Please, Master,” he whispers.
Triumph swoops in my chest. I was certain he’d enjoy this, but you never truly know until you let someone give something a try.
“Good boy,” August says, caressing the side of Oliver’s face, his joy radiating off him.
I completely understand why my husband has never been keen on playing like this. The wax drying in his body hair would be painful in a way I wouldn’t want. But I love feeling his happiness that this is something Oliver and I can share together. I imagine it’s similar to how I feel hearing Oliver call my Audie Pie ‘Daddy.’ Just because I have no desire to do something doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the secondhand pleasure.
“Little treat,” I say. “I am going to turn you over so we can play. But first, I want to get your punishments over and done with. I want to show you that some areas of your body are more sensitive than others. You might not enjoy this as much, but I’m sure you can handle it. If the pain is too much after the first punishment, however, you must tell me.”
“Yes, Master, of course,” he says breathlessly.
I shift us about so he’s lying on his back between me and August. If he was more experienced, I would have loved to blindfold him and pour the wax without warning.
Maybe another time,a voice whispers in the back of my mind, even though I know this contract is only for the weekend.
I focus, hovering the jug above his chest. “I’m going to cover your nipple, little treat. Once I’m done, I want you to take a second, then give me your color.”
“Yes, Master.”
Wasting no more time, I do as I said I would and tip the liquid wax over his pebbled bud. He sucks in air harder than before, blinking rapidly as he processes the sensation.
“G-green,” he finally says.
I arch an eyebrow at him. “Are you sure?”
He swallows then nods. “It hurts, Master. But…in a good way. Is that crazy?”
Smiling, I lean down and capture his mouth for a kiss. “That’s wonderful,” I tell him genuinely. “Do you think you can take the second one now?”
He purses his lips but nods eagerly. “I’m ready, Master.”
This time, I pour a slightly larger quantity, faster, covering more of his skin with fractionally hotter wax.
He grimaces and moans, curling his body toward me and causing some of the wax to run before it can harden. But he pants his way through the sensation, and then he’s done it.
For a moment, I place the jug down on the nightstand so I can cup both my hands on either side of his face and kiss his lips. “So, so good, little treat. So perfect for me and your Daddy, taking your punishment like such a good boy.”
“Thank you, Master,” he mumbles against my mouth. “I’ll be good, now, I promise.”
I laugh and lean back, caressing my thumbs against his cheeks. “The point is to be a little naughty, remember? So everyone can enjoy the punishments. I don’twantyou to be good all the time, little treat.”
He blinks again, his cheeks blotchy and his breathing still ragged. “Okay, Master,” he says shyly, but a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “I’ll just be myself.”
My heart flips. “That’s all we want.”
As much as I’d like to savor every moment, my impatience is getting the better of me. So after that, I rearrange everyone again to my liking. I put Oliver on all fours more toward the end of the bed, and get Augie comfy, nestled up against the pillows with a fresh glass of Champagne and a selection of macarons to nibble on while he watches the show.
I roll up my sleeves and start pouring the wax across Oliver’s back and legs, careful to avoid his sensitive balls hanging between his thighs. He hisses and moans with each carefully dripped stream, but his back arches and flexes like a cat’s, showing his pleasure. His dick is also rock-hard underneath him, lobster red and dripping with need despite the cock ring making sure it behaves.