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I meant the question rhetorically, but Patrick still glanced to the
table full of candles. I had replaced those that had burned out. He
swallowed, and I heard his throat click.
Just breathe, I told him, knowing how little the advice did for
him. I waved my hand over the bank of candles. It felt too hot to
keep my palm over it for more than a second or two.
Still, Patrick s chest rose and fell. The breath rattled out of his
throat. If we did this again, I would need a glass of water with a
bendy straw. I looked down to Patrick again and silently amended
the thought to a when. When we did this again.
I picked up the smallest of the tea lights, burning merrily in its
container. It felt hot, even through the plastic holder. Patrick bit his
lip, turning his head away. I brought the candle over the smooth
expanse of his back. His whole body pulled away from the tiny
flame. It flickered and almost went out despite how brightly it had
burned a second ago. Patrick s fear doused it.
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I m the one burning his fingers right now. Do you want it or
not? I asked.
Patrick tensed again. I just about put the candle down when he
finally spoke. I want it. Please.
The magic word worked on me. Although the tea light had
been burning long enough that the wax had all melted clear, I only
tilted the candle itself a fraction. The first drops fell from such a
distance over his back I watched the ball of wax almost solidify
before hitting Patrick s skin. Three perfect starfish-shapes of wax
appeared on his shoulders, in amongst the freckles. Patrick reacted
as though I d held a cattle prod to his skin. I waited for the last of
his twisting to end and gave a silent moment of thanks I didn t
have any neighbors to speak of. I hadn t thought Patrick could be
so vocal.
Finally, he took a deep gulp of air and relaxed his muscles one
by one so that most of him lay on the bed rather than hovering over
it.
Another? I asked.
Well, that set off another round of fighting the ropes. I
watched, enjoying the view as Patrick s muscles bunched and
clenched. I even put down the candle. I mean, I have a pretty high
tolerance for pain, too, but I m not made of asbestos. That didn t
answer the question, Patrick.
Patrick didn t look away from the wall. Yes, please.
I picked up the candle. This time it did blow out, the flame
guttered to a thin blue line, then wicked to nothing but a glowing
red eye. The heat had done its job. I let the hot wax tip over again,
this time over his ass. He twitched, and kept twitching until the
long line of wax had solidified and dulled. The overreaction didn t
happen a third time.
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Again, Patrick ordered, voice muffled. He hadn t moved
where he pressed his mouth against his upper arm.
I poured the wax on the small of his back this time. The skin
seemed more sensitive with far more nerve endings, and the pooled
wax took forever to harden. His shoulders stopped shaking last,
and a thin film of sweat had slicked his skin. It made him glow in
the candlelight.
Patrick nodded. Again.
I dripped the wax from candle after candle on to his skin. After
the first six, he stopped blowing them out the moment the flame
crossed his skin, which I suppose took talent, not to use his talent. I
loved the wax on him. Whether it dripped down the sensitive skin
of his upper thigh or over the rough skin of the palm of his hand,
he reacted the same way.
He preferred the wax falling from a great height. He hated a
live flame coming within a couple inches of his skin. I loved the
way he d turn his head to the wall, asking himself if this felt like
the most pain he wanted to feel, or if he could take just a little bit
more.
And of course, he always could. His body trapped his hard
cock between him and the mattress and during the longer waits for
the wax to dry he d grind himself against my bedspread. I liked
putting my hand on the small of his back and feel him ride out the
conflicting waves of pleasure and pain. Eventually I took pity and
nudged him up onto his knees so I could jerk him off. His red-gold
pubic hair felt damp, but still soft as body hair. I stroked it with my
fingertips, ignoring his whole body straining towards me. His cock
hung down from his body, heavy and hard, and his toes curled into
the now-damp blankets. He smelled of pre-cum and sweat, paraffin
and burned wax. I brought him to the point of his whole body
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shaking with the need to come and then spilled wax over the line
of his spine. He swore, but it took away his ability to come.
Even in the dim light, his skin looked red. The more he moved,
the more the wax twisted off him. It exposed new skin that felt
even more sensitive to the hot wax. I caught much sensitive skin
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