Page 49 of Possession

Chapter 28

Nathaniel

While Joseph ledMadeline over to the bench he'd brought in, I pulled out my favorite toy from my bag. A four-inch blade with a custom-made lightweight grip. I also withdrew all of my safety supplies, including antiseptic ointment, butterfly bandages, and skin glue as well as my sanitizing equipment. Over my shoulder I heard Joseph whispering to her, and I turned to see a blush spread across her naked chest, her nipples pebbled with need. She stood proudly, secure in the fact that we found her utterly enchanting. Her light shone so brightly it was almost overpowering. Shaking off my fanciful thoughts, I nodded to Joseph. "Pet, we're going to make all your dreams come true. Dreams you didn't even know you had."

She cocked her head and beamed up at me. "I can't wait, Master."

"Joseph," I called over to him. "Let's show our little submissive here what she's been missing out on.”

He and I exchanged places and while he went to get his bag out of his closet, I moved in front of Madeline. I removed the blade from its protective leather sheath, wanting her to see the blade that would be touching her skin. I didn't want her afraid.

"This is my favorite." I held the blade out so she could see it, perhaps admire it as much I did. "The silver complements your violet eyes you know, especially when the light reflects off it. I can't wait to see the tip running across your flawless skin, the shallow markings it leaves behind a reminder to both of us the level of trust you're giving me. I'm humbled by it."

To emphasize my point, I gently ran the dull side down my own arm showing her on my own body before touching her with it. I kept a close eye on her for any signs of distress. I knew there would be fear given what had happened to her, but I wanted no harm, neither physical nor mental, to come to her. When she did nothing more than follow my movements, I removed the knife from my skin and ever so slowly placed the dull side on her arm and mimicked the motion I’d just completed on myself.

I made sure to keep pressure off the upper region and exerted just the slightest more on her forearm, pulling the blade downward. Her eyes followed its path, her pupils dilated with a combination of fear and arousal if her hitched breath was any indication. Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips before she bit down on the bottom one, perhaps to hold back any words of regret for her choice.

Joseph and I wanted everything that happened here tonight to be her choice, and even as an experienced sub, she needed to be reminded of that. "Anytime you no longer feel safe or if something isn't working for you, we want you to use your safe word. There won't be any anger or disappointment for either of us. Your trust in us is the most important thing, so don't be afraid to stop whatever is happening if it doesn't feel good. Understand?"

Madeline nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. "Yes, Master.”

Joseph reached into his own bag and withdrew a red and pink candle as well as a piece of fabric. He'd been dying to decorate Madeline's body from day one, and now it seemed he was about to get his chance.

"Close your eyes," I breathed into Madeline's ear before biting down on it.

Her eyes fluttered and she drew in a shuddering breath before she completely shut her eyes. Joseph handed me the black satin blindfold. I teased her shoulders with it, letting the soft fabric caress her skin. I brushed it across her shoulder blades when I moved behind her. Her body moved with the flow of the cloth, like she was chasing the sensation. I drew the blindfold over the top of her, covering her closed lids, and tying it behind her head, gently but firmly cinching the knot taking care not to catch her hair in it.

"Focus on what your body is feeling. Don't think about anything. Just enjoy the sensations." Joseph gently brushed his finger across her cheek causing Madeline to lean into his touch, almost purring.

"Yes, Master," she breathed out. She was fucking beautiful standing there, blindfolded eyes, completely trusting her Doms to take care of her.

"Next time I want you in clothes so I can cut them off you.”

She trembled at my words. Joseph nuzzled her neck while I approached her other side. I knelt at her feet and ran my hands up her legs, leaning in and blowing my hot breath across her pussy. She moaned at the sensation. I continued to caress her, moving closer to her center each time. Her pussy grew wet at my touch. I stood, cupping her in my hand and drawing a finger through her slit, flicking her clit. I slid the digit back down and this time when I got to her pussy I slid inside while I whispered in her ear all the fucked up things we were going to do to her. "Before this night is over you're going to feel the delicious burn of the wax on your skin and the coldness of my blade scraping it off. The shallow marks from my knife will be a reminder in the days to come of being owned by us. Possessed by us. You're going to look at your skin and remember the fear and exhilaration of the bite of the blade. That excites you doesn't it? I can feel your juices flowing faster. Listen to the sound of your wetness beneath my fingers. You're dying to experience the sensations that only we can provide. Can you hear your heart racing? The blood flowing in your veins? I know I can. My cock is harder than it has ever been with just the thought of sliding deep inside this hot, wet pussy. We want to spill our seed deep inside you, marking you as ours. When we're done with you, our come is going to become a part of you."

Madeline's knees almost buckled, but Joseph caught her in his arms.

"On your stomach."

Joseph and I were equal partners when it came to sharing women. He was just as dominant as I was. However, each play was different and we each took the appropriate lead when warranted. Tonight, I was the one leading this scene. Joseph was still fully in control, but we worked in tandem and let the other have full control when it fit our needs at the time. There was no jealousy or fear of being topped. It's why we worked so well together both inside the bedroom and out. We were entirely in sync with each other. We fed off each other's control.

Once Madeline was properly situated over the bench, it was Joseph's turn to lead. I was more than happy to sit back and watch the show until it was my turn again. The smell of a freshly lit match stung my nostrils as the spark brightly lit up the end of the short wooden stick. Joseph touched the burning flame to the candle wick, igniting and sending a faint waxy smell in the air. He let the candle burn for a minute before holding it up and tilting it over his own hand to test the temperature. He must have been satisfied with the heat level because he moved closer to Madeline. I squatted next to her, my finger lining a path down her arm, so she remained physically connected to one of us.

When he tilted the candle over her back, she gasped at the feel of the heated wax dripping onto her skin.

"What color, pet?"

"Green, Master. I can feel the warmth flowing through me."

I nodded up at Joseph for him to continue. This time instead of my finger, I used the dull edge of my blade to caress the skin of her forearm. Just when I withdrew from her, Joseph poured more wax from the candle, drawing a line across her. We repeated our movements, me moving the blade lightly across various areas of her skin in opposition to Joseph decorating her body with his colored wax. With each drop, Madeline moaned her pleasure, although I could tell the effort it took her not to flinch and squirm.

"Still green, Madeline?"

"Yes, Master," came her drowsy reply. Shock coursed through me. She was definitely close to subspace, and hadn’t once flinched or tried to draw away from the touch of the blade. We stopped periodically, caressing her body, Joseph with his fingers, and me with my knife. I scratched shallow marks on her inner thighs, careful to not scrape too deep. Before long, the most gorgeous array of red and pink splashes colored her porcelain skin.

I caressed her ass, my fingers catching on the raised wax dashed across her cheeks. Gently, I inched my blade under the first batch of wax, prying it off her skin, the pink of her flesh standing out against the silver metal. Once the piece had been scraped off, Joseph bent down and licked the area now absent of wax. Piece by piece I used my knife to remove every bit of wax while Joseph nibbled and kissed each exposed inch of her. Once her back and ass had returned to complete bare nakedness, I leaned down to whisper encouragement.

"I'm so proud of you pet. Not once did you flinch at the touch of the blade."

Madeline nodded lazily, a happy smile of content on her face. I removed the blindfold, pushing her hair out of her face. Her eyes were glazed over when she peered up at me and I knew she was flying high. I helped her off the bench and with arms under her knees and behind her back, I picked her up, cuddling her close to my chest as I carried her to the bed. Joseph took a seat and I sat next to him, our sub sitting on my lap. He placed her feet over his thighs and began to rub and massage her feet and legs while I rubbed the arm clutching my shirt. Madeline rested her head against my shoulder, her nose buried in my neck. I lost complete track of time while we provided aftercare to our sub. I couldn’t remember ever feeling this close connection to a sub before. I wasn't ready for it to end.

Finally, she shifted in our embrace, stretching and arching like a cat.

"Welcome back, pet."

She drowsily smiled, a sigh of contentment coming from her. "That was amazing. Thank you Master for sharing that experience with me.”

Joseph squeezed her thigh. "Oh, love, the night isn't over yet.”

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