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I frown, trying to think back to what he asked but my mind is fogged with need.

“I can’t... I can’t remember,” I pant, a keening cry slipping free when Strom trails an ice cube over my chest and settles it on my nipple. My skin burns from the cold, and I shiver, trying to shake the ice off.

Storm tsks. “I asked if you know what safe words are?” He grabs another ice cube as he talks and starts tracing down my stomach. My heart races as he nears my cock. “Answer me, Sunshine, or your pretty little cock is going to pay the price.” He hovers the ice over my erection, and frigid water drips onto my heated flesh.

“Ye… yes, I know what they are.” I gasp, my hips wiggling to avoid the water droplets. “I watched some… some videos while you were gone. I also have a list of things I want to try.”

“Oh, my perfect little slut. I can just picture you lying in bed, hand wrapped around your cock, moaning as you watched those dirty videos.”

I whimper, unable to contain the desperate sounds filling my lungs. “Please, Storm. I know what safe words are. Mine is bananas because they are disgusting and mushy, and I cringe even thinking about them,” I explain in a rush.

Storm laughs, setting the ice aside. He picks up the candle and lights the wick, holding it over my belly. “What was your favorite thing to watch?” My eyes are drawn to the flickering flame, the color so beautiful as it sways. After a moment, Strom tips the candle, and I moan so loudly I fear the neighbors below will hear. My back arches off the bed. Unlike the numbing feeling of the ice, the wax makes my skin burn and ignites my nerves, shooting pleasure straight to my cock.

“Oh fuck, please Storm, more!” I beg. White wax trails over my skin, from one hip to the other then up the center of my chest. He circles my nipples, avoiding hitting them straight on, and I whine. “Storm!”

With a dirty smirk, he shifts his hand slightly, and I scream, my cock spurting ropes of come as the hot wax hits my nipple.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Storm says. “I didn’t say you could come yet, Sunshine.” He moves the candle down my body, and I whimper weakly as he closes in on my half-hard cock. The wax burns perfectly as he drips it over my thighs and lower belly, careful to not drip on my cock. I grunt, my mouth no longer able to form words and shake my hips.

“Do you want something, Sunshine?” he asks, and I nod, bucking my hips into the air. “No, I want to hear it. I want to hear you beg for what you want, like the dirty little slut you are. You look so sweet and innocent, but I know what you really are.” I moan and nod, my heart racing. “But I’m the only one you’re this free with, aren’t I?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant. “Just you. Only you. Always you. Ahhhhh,” I moan long and loud as he finally drips the wax over my balls. My cock swells in an instant despite having just come. My need builds to heights I’ve never felt, and I swear I’m going to explode from all of the pleasure coursing through my veins.

“God damn, you’re so fucking perfect,” Storm growls, setting the candle on my nightstand and crawling onto the bed. He moves towards me, the animalistic, near-feral look back in his eyes.

“I need you, please, Storm. I need to see you. It’s not fair that I'm naked and spread out for you, and you’re still hiding your body from me.” I can hear the whine in my voice, but I don’t care; the desperation to see his beautiful body on display for me is too overwhelming.

He smiles down at me and rises to his knees, his fingers teasing along the waistband of the dark, expensive fabric. My mouth waters, and my tongue darts out to wet my bottom lip as he slowly pulls the material down. My breathing goes ragged, and a whimper slips free when his cock finally comes into view. It's just as perfect as I remember, long and thick, the head swollen and slick with precome. I remember exactly what he felt like in my hand, the way my fingers stretched to fit around him. I always wondered what he would taste like, but I was too afraid to ever try, convinced I would gag or choke and disappoint Storm, so he never wanted to play with me again. But that fear evaporates now as I follow a bead of precome as it trails down his length.

“I need it,” I whisper. “I need to taste you, to feel your fat cock on my tongue, to feel you fill my belly with come. Please, Storm, can I suck your cock?”

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STORM

Fuck.I’m in trouble.

Ashby, my Sunshine, looks so fucking perfect spread out before me, his lips wet, speckles of dried wax dotting his skin. He’d screamed so pretty for me while I played, and how he came just from the sensation of hot wax hitting his nipple had me nearly exploding in my boxers like a teenager. The way he is staring at my cock now, his lips wet with spit, I know if I let him taste me, if he gets those swollen lips wrapped around me, I won't last more than a second.

“Not tonight, baby,” I say, and the way his face scrunches into the most beautiful pout has me doubting my decision for a moment. “If I let you suck my cock, I’ll come in two minutes, and I won’t be able to fuck you. So, which will it be, Sunshine? Your mouth or your ass?”

His pupils blow and his mouth falls open, his breathing loud.

“But… I want both!” he finally argues as his brain seems to catch up.

“I know you do, my greedy little whore.” I lean forward and brush the damp curls off of his forehead. “And you will get both. But not tonight. For now, we only have time for one. We’re both tired and will have a busy day tomorrow, so you need your rest. We have all the time in the world to try everything we want.”

Again, he pouts, his bottom lip jutting out, and I lunge at him, biting the pillowy flesh. He gasps, and I swallow the sound, sucking the blood from his lip before pulling back. Blood drips from the bite, and I use my thumb to smear it over his lips.

“What will it be, Sunshine?”

He huffs, and I know if his arms were free, he would cross them over his chest. “Fuck me,” he mutters grumpily.

“I’m sorry, what was that? It seems like you might be more tired than I thought. Maybe we should just go to sleep and save the fun for tomorrow?”

“No!” His eyes widen as he turns his face back to me. “I said fuck me. Please Storm. I want to feel your fat cock stretching my hole. I want you to destroy me, own me and claim me so deeply no one will ever be able to deny I am yours.”

“Fuck!” I bark, squeezing my dick hard so I don’t come. “I might need to gag you, baby. Your filthy mouth is going to make me come.” He nods, tongue flicking out to wet his lips. “Oh, I should have known you would love that.”

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