Page 72 of The Cult

“No hands,” Tobias said. He held the sides of my face and guided the bulging head of his cock in and out of my hungry mouth. What a fucking tease. “Do you like that?” he asked. “Do you like sucking my cock?”

I nodded with my mouth full.

“Swallow it.” Tobias pushed the back of my head down without notice.

I gagged when the head of his dick passed my tonsils. My eyes watered and I choked when he pushed his length deeper. I struggled to breathe. Saliva squirted out of my mouth, traveling down my neck. My head spun as I gasped for air.

He yanked his dick out, allowing me to catch my breath before grabbing the back of my head for round two. Only this time, he pumped his ass, throat-fucking me. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you choke, boy.” He ran his hand across my face, wiping the tears from my cheeks and the spit from my chin. Tobias was a contradiction; his tender touch negated his roughness. He braced my head in one position before thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth.

Tobias withdrew his dick, which was dripping with my spit. He closed his eyes and steadied his breathing. “Too soon,” he whispered. Seconds later, he opened his eyes and looked down.

There was something mysterious, mischievous, and menacing in his gaze. Whatever it was, I was in hook, line, and fucking sinker.

“Bend over,” he said.

I obeyed without hesitation. I turned my back to him—ass up, knees and hands on the floor. Cool air passed through my crack, but it was no match for the scorching heat flaming in my soul. I watched Tobias’s shadow on the floor. He stood behind me, the candle in his hands.

“Spread ’em wider.” His foot tapped the insides of my thighs.

I slid my knees apart, my heart racing with lust, anxiety, and nerves.

Tobias squatted next to me. His strong legs were ripped, and the candlelight highlighted his muscles perfectly. He was still rock hard, his dick pointing up. My eyes traveled to his obliques, sharp as knives sticking out of his sides and supporting an impossibly perfect six-pack. “Do you trust me?” he asked.

“I do,” I answered with a raspy voice.

“Good.” He ran his finger to the back of my neck down my spine, stopping at my ass. “Say the word if it’s too much.”

I answered with a nod. My body shivered with anticipation.

Tobias kneeled closer. He caressed a spot between my shoulder blades. A hot liquid scalded my skin where his fingers had been moments before. “Ahhh,” I groaned through gritted teeth. My breaths came rapid and short. The searing was intense, but seconds passed and it subsided. Another drop followed before the pain from the first one had dissipated. “Son of a bitch,” I cried, arching my back.

Tobias covered my mouth with his hand to muffle my whimper. “Shut it, boy,” he hissed in my ear.

I shuddered from his warm breath, goosebumps appearing on my hands and legs. I glanced over my shoulder to find the source of pain. Hot wax from the candle. My body protested and craved more simultaneously.

“There’s always pleasure in pain.” Tobias met my eyes before his face neared my back. He peppered the spot with soft kisses. His touch was like a soothing balm. He hovered the candle lower then dripped a line across my ass.

A soundless scream escaped my mouth when the blistering wax hit my ass cheek, first to the left then to the right. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead and dripped onto my hands. My body contorted when more of the wax dripped down my lower back and legs.

Like the sore spots on my shoulders, Tobias eased the pain by planting soft kisses where my skin was aflame. He cupped my butt cheeks as his tongue peeled the dried wax off my skin. He stood and walked in front of me. “Do you want me to stop?”

I shook my head fervently. There was no way I was stopping now. My senses were fully awake. I could still feel the pain from the burn and the softness of Tobias’s lips on my skin. I was alive. Every fiery drop heightened my awareness, something I’d never felt before—the sound of the rustling wind outside, our breathing, the scent of our bodies. They were all magnified. Anticipating where the next spot would be, I closed my eyes. My focus aimed at the erotic sound of Tobias’s aroused moans and the way he panted when the hot liquid hit the back of my hands.

“Such a good boy.” Tobias shifted and I could feel him behind me.

My dick pulsed when another searing drop hit the sensitive skin on my flank. The drops continued until the pain was almost unbearable. I opened my mouth to release the pressure building inside me but gasped when Tobias grabbed my dick instead—squeezing, tugging, pulling. “Oh my fucking god,” I moaned. All my nerve endings traveled down my cock. The pain, the pleasure, and Tobias were too much to bear.

“Shhh. Be quiet.” Tobias kissed my back and jerked my dick.

“I’m gonna come if you keep doing what you’re doing,” I warned.

Tobias spat and his finger pressed on my asshole. “You’re not coming until I say so.” He increased the pressure on my ass while slowing his stroking. He massaged my balls and tried to penetrate my hole.

I tensed up; my asshole clamped shut. I darted my attention to Tobias.

“Relax,” he said, sticking his middle finger in his mouth to gather moisture. He jerked my cock slowly, gliding from the base to the tip.

“Fuck … that’s so fucking good.” The tension in my body melted away at his touch.

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