“Wax?” I hummed, thinking of the one thing I’d been dying to try since we listed our kinks. We did knife play often, blood play too, it kept his demons at bay, and brought me incapacitating orgasms where I hit this airy space between heaven and hell. We’d done so many things in the last few months, ice and impact play at the top of my favorites list.
Not too many things were off-limits for us, we had the mindset to try anything at least once. He even helped me overcome my fear of breath play. He kept it safe, consensual, and fun.
The quirk of his lips sent sparks across my skin, it promised mischief and one hell of an orgasm too.
“Spread,” he demanded, tapping my knees.
Madden always wanted me writhing and begging for him and today would be no different. We only had a couple hours before my surprise baby party happened. Not many people knew I was pregnant, not even Royce. Only Tays, Mari, Cars, and Les knew. And that was only because I needed help deciding how to reveal this and they were far more elaborate than me.
My legs fell open, wanting anything he’d offer me. Already, my body tingled with expectation, the need sluiced through my core, begging to be touched.
“Fuck, you’re drenched,” he rasped, staring at the ardor that built between my thighs while he ate my ass in the shower.
I wanted to tease, to tell him that we just showered and of course I was wet, but the way he devoured me with his eyes told me two things.
One, he wanted to consume me.
Two, his cock was ready.
Leaning forward, Madden kissed his way from my sensitive nipples all the way to my pussy. Clenching the empty air, my body warmed, needing to be filled. His tongue slid over my clit, feathering the heated flesh as I leaked for him.
“Oh, God,” I groaned, my body warming from his mouth.
He immediately stopped; his eyes connected with mine. “No God here, little demon,” he rasped, his voice deeper. “Say my name when I’m fucking you. Only my name.”
“Madden,” I moaned, loving his name on my tongue. He nipped at me, sucking my clit into his mouth as he taunted me.
“That’s right, you’re a slut but only for me.”
“Only for you,” I confirmed. “Please use me.”
“How do you want to be used, little demon?” I squirmed under the intensity of his stare, thinking of how much I wanted him to destroy my idea of sex and rebuild it as his own. His tongue flicked my asshole, rimming it with the feather-touch tip of his tongue.
“Please, please, please,” I begged, wanting him inside me. “I want your cock inside me, any hole will do. Just fill me up.”
He smirked, apparently liking the answer I’d given.
Grabbing the oil, he spread it across my tits, my thighs, and the top of my pussy. He took the candle, lit it, and immediately, waxed welled up, he hovered it above my nipples. The anticipation alone of the hot wax hitting had me wiggling impatiently. From the first drop, it sizzled, but not uncomfortably. The pinch of pain brought out a moan and Madden’s eyes lit up with intensity.
“This is definitely going to be fun, you’re so fucking responsive.”
He let the candle drip over my chest. One after one, black little droplets painted my piercings and I couldn’t help the noises that escaped me at the sensation.
Drip.
Moan.
Drip.
Moan.
Drip, drip, drip.
Wetness pooled between my thighs as he continued to paint me in black. “You’re every wet dream come to life, little demon.”
His praise unraveled me, I squirmed, needing more. Needing him to fill me. “Please fuck me,” I begged once more, meeting his blackened eyes.
He dragged the candle down my stomach, making sure to leave a path to each hip, his gaze growing more intense as he went. When he hit my pussy, he made sure to let it drip all across, avoiding my clit as he went. And fuck, each time it landed, I felt my body pulse in sync.
Up and down my thighs, he painted me. Wax covered tons of spots, and he kissed and licked around my erogenous areas, making sure not to miss a single fucking inch.
“Your ass is going to feel so good when I sink inside it. You’re clenching it right now, every time I lick you, your hole contracts. I want to fill it so badly.”
Blowing out the candle, he set it on the nightstand and dove between my cheeks. The first swipe of his tongue had me arching, needing friction. He always drove me crazy with his slowness. He wanted me desperate and crying out for him, and I was to the point of screaming. Every part of me was sensitive, each time he touched me, my skin seemed to flare in response.
His tongue entered me, his fingers going to my pussy, fucking me there too. He filled both my holes, using the cum seeping out of me as lube for my ass. He stretched me with his tongue and fingers. I dripped, wetting my hole without him needing more.
When I absolutely writhed, unable to take more, I whimpered. “Fuck me, Madden. Fuck me, please.” He hovered above me and smiled, the curve of his lips both seductive and devilish.
He grabbed the lube bottle and squirted a heavy amount over my hole. His hand wrapped around his cock, the swollen head pointed at me. Rubbing a generous amount on himself, he used his fingers, making sure I was stretched wide.
The pressure was so welcome. One thing I learned about training my ass was the way I craved the bite of pain before the pleasure came. He made me walk around the house, and in public, with butt plugs. Once, he even made me go to a concert with a vibrator that was synced to the tune of his guitar. I came so many times, backstage, behind the curtains.
He didn’t allow me in the crowd, but as soon as he left the stage, he fucked me against the wall in the back.
Bringing me back to reality, he pressed his cockhead to my hole, pushing inside me. I didn’t need to be told to relax, I was ready, so fucking ready.
“You have the perfect ass, little demon. I love how it serves my cock.” I moaned and he went in another inch, stretching me with his turgid length. “Your body was meant to be my fuck toy. Filling all your holes at once. My little whore.”
I moaned, nodding, my hands fisted at my sides. Once he was fully seated, I wiggled. He smacked my clit, making sure to hit the swollen flesh hard.
“Don’t be so impatient, I’ll fuck you nice and good,” he promised, moving inside me. When I pouted, he chuckled, the sound warming me. “I heard we have guests coming tonight.”
The words stopped me, and my eyes met his. “Cars and his big mouth,” I grumbled.
Madden fucked into me hard, pistoning his hips harshly. The way I felt whole wasn’t lost on me, I wanted more.
“I think I’m going to tell them how big of a whore you are. How you beg for my cum and my cock,” he mused. “Think they’ll berate my little slut? Will they want to watch as I rail you and fill you with my seed?”
I squirmed at the idea.
“Yeah, my little demon loves that idea,” he grunted, fucking into me harder, each punch of his hips enunciated with his groans.
“Don’t tell them I’m a whore,” I pleaded, wanting him to use me and degrade me. Even if the idea sounded so hot. Someone seeing us as he defiled me. “Don’t let them see you fill me, they’ll think I’m useless.”
“Oh, you are,” he hissed, pressing his thumb to my clit as he fucked into me. “You’re a useless cum dumpster, baby. Just a hole for me to use and get off in.”