Page 95 of Rogue Royal

“Would you like someone to see how beautiful you are when you’re writhing beneath me?”

Mav’s heart skipped a beat. He hadn’t thought he’d like the idea of people watching such an intimate act but seeing these men had Mav thinking it wouldn’t be so bad, especially if he couldn’t see who watched. He nodded.

“Words, Mav.”

“Yes, Sir. Please.”

Douglas caught Mav’s earlobe between his teeth and grazed the skin as he pulled away. “Your wish is my command.”

Douglas guided Mav away from the window and led him to a room. He closed the door behind them and engaged the lock, then pressed a button by the door before facing Mav.

“Strip.”

Mav immediately went to work on his clothes, laying them across the back of a chair, then stood before Douglas naked. His body trembled, both with nerves and the need to do everything Douglas asked him to.

“Get on your back on the bed.”

While Mav situated himself, Douglas wandered around the room, gathering some items. As he approached the bed with a trolley, Mav saw a blindfold, some fabric, some wax and some other items he didn’t know.

“We’ve spoken about wax play before, haven’t we?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Are you ready to try?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Mav knew there was likely some pain involved in this; it was, after all, hot wax. He wasn’t certain he’d like it, but he’d agreed he’d be willing to try when they’d discussed several aspects of sensation play, and it was what they were apparently doing tonight.

“Safe words?”

“Green to continue, yellow to slow down, red to stop.”

“If at any time you are not enjoying this, say red. This should be an enjoyable experience. Do you understand?”

“I understand, Sir.”

Douglas brought the fabric up and tied Mav’s hands to the headboard and his ankles to the bottom of the bed. He pulled the blindfold over Mav’s head to his forehead, leaning over and kissing him soundly before pulling it over his eyes. All at once, Mav’s senses went into overdrive as they did every time they covered his eyes. His hearing picked up every small sound: the clink of a jar, the din of metal, his own breathing.

“I’m going to rub oil over your stomach, which is where we will try the wax to begin with.”

Mav heard the click of a bottle and the sound of something rubbing together. He jerked when Douglas’s hands rested on his stomach and began kneading the oil into his skin. He remembered the conversation they’d had before about needing oil to stop the wax from sticking to the hairs on his body as much. The oil would make it easier to remove the wax at the end.

The hands disappeared.

“Ready?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Mav inhaled roughly when a spot of wax landed above his belly button, and he jerked against his bindings. It was painful for around two seconds, then a gentle heat seeped into his skin. He repeated the same response when another drop hit his lower stomach. A similar sensation happened. Each time the wax touched his skin, he flinched but arched into it. It was as if he was being warmed from the outside in.

He hadn’t expected his cock to get excited at the sting of pain, but was it the pain, or was it the warmth afterwards? Either way, his cock was hard, and he needed Douglas.

“Please, Sir.”

“Colour?”

“Green, Sir. I need more.”