Page 36 of Playing with Fire

"Sorry," I gasped, trying to force myself still. "I'll be good, I promise."

"You're always good for me." His voice vibrated against my skin as he licked the mark he'd just made. "Even when you're being desperate and needy. Especially then. Nothing's more beautiful than watching you fall apart for me."

He went back to exploring, alternating between gentle kisses and sharp bites that made me whimper. My hands clutched at the sheets, trying to ground myself as he systematically destroyed every barrier I'd built against this kind of raw, animal need.

"Xavier, please..." I couldn't stop squirming now, couldn't help seeking friction against him. "I need—I need you to touch me. Please, I'm so fucking hard it hurts."

My words echoed in the quiet bedroom and I clapped a hand over my mouth, mortified at the filth spilling from me. My abuela would have washed my mouth out with soap just for thinking about such things.

Xavier's laugh was dark and pleased against my skin. "Listen to that filthy mouth. Where's my good Catholic boy now?"

"This is your fault," I gasped as he bit down again, hard enough to bruise. "You're turning me into some kind of..." My words cut off in a desperate moan as his hand finally, finally brushed against my aching cock, just the lightest touch making my hips buck wildly.

“Look at you. Such a messy boy.” He slid his thumb over the leaking head of my cock and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning so loud the neighbors would hear. He brought his thumb to my lips, wet with my pre-cum. "Clean it up. Don't want to make a mess, do we? Not yet."

The order sent heat straight through me. I opened my mouth without hesitation, sucking my own taste from his skin, tongue working between his fingers to get every drop.

Xavier's eyes went dark as he watched me, pupils blown wide with arousal. “Some kind of what?”

“Huh?” I blinked at him, confused.

“Finish what you were going to say earlier. You said I was turning you into some kind of…?”

Sinner, my brain provided, but that wasn’t the word that came out. “Like I’m some kind of slut.”

He grinned. "Is that what you're afraid of becoming? My pretty little slut, writhing on my bed and begging for more like the desperate thing you are?"

Heat flooded my face, but my cock jerked eagerly against my stomach, another pulse of pre-cum landing on my skin. I'd never been called that before. Never thought I'd like it. But something about the way Xavier said it, like it was precious and filthy all at once, made me want to be exactly that for him.

His growl vibrated through me as his hands tightened on my hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. "So eager to be ruined."

"I'm going to start here," he murmured, pressing kisses to my stomach. "Where you're soft. My favorite part of you."

The first drop of wax landed on my stomach, well above my navel where my skin stretched taut over my ribs. The sensation was sharp but manageable, the pain quickly transforming into a pleasant tightness as the wax cooled and contracted against my skin. Xavier watched my face intently, gauging my reaction.

"More?" he asked, his voice deceptively gentle.

"Yes," I breathed. "Please."

He dripped another drop beside the first, then another, creating a line across my abs. Each drop sent a small shock through my system, but nothing I couldn't handle. The wax hardened quickly, creating a strange, pleasant pressure against my skin.

"Good?" Xavier checked, his free hand stroking my thigh in a surprisingly gentle gesture.

"Good," I confirmed, finding my voice stronger than expected. "It's... nice. Not too intense."

His lips curved into a dangerous smile. "Just wait. We're only getting started."

"Can we try something?" My voice was soft but steady, surprising us both.

Xavier's eyebrow rose, curiosity rather than displeasure in his expression. "What did you have in mind?"

"I want to feel it..." I swallowed hard, finding courage I didn't know I had. "Here." I touched my chest, just below my collarbone, then let my fingers drift lower, over my nipple. "And here." The request came out barely above a whisper, but I held his gaze instead of looking away.

A slow, predatory smile spread across Xavier's face. "Look at you, telling me what you want. I fucking love when you show me what you need. Doesn't change who's in charge, but it gives me more ways to break you."

The approval in his voice made me relax slightly.

Xavier reached for the candle, holding it where I could see the flame dance. "Ready to learn something new about yourself? About just how much pain you can take for me?"

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