Challenge (MxM) (COMPLETED)

Chapter Seven- Wax

Note: read chapters 1-7 of challenge before this

Chapter Seven-

Noel

I put the phone up to my ear with an impatient sigh. Master Dax lives in a pretty large penthouse, and I can’t come in until he tells the stupid doorman that I was invited. I’ve never been in Master’s home before, so I’m excited to finally see it.

“Whitlock.” He answers with an oddly cold and business-y voice. I don’t like it.

“Grayson.” I mock, hearing him laugh a little.

“Sorry, baby. I didn’t check the caller ID before I answered. What’s up?”

I smile and fight the blush threatening to appear on my cheeks just from his few words. “The doorman won’t let me into the penthouse until you tell him that I’m allowed in. Could you come out and yell at him for me?”

The doorman rolls his eyes at me when I glare at him and sighs. “I’m just doing my job, kid.”

“Put me on speaker.” Dax tells me, and I obey. Once I let him know that he can be heard, he starts speaking. “Noel is my submissive, Fabian. He can come in, and if he ever shows up here I want you to let him in whether I’m here or not, okay?”

“Yes, Mr. Whitlock.” Fabian responds, unlocking the door and opening it for me. He doesn’t look the slightest bit phased by Dax introducing me as his submissive, so I’m sure he knows about the unorthodox lifestyle the two of us have. I’m also sure that he probably signed an NDA before Dax told him anything about it.

Once I hang up on Dax, I stick my tongue out and flip Fabian off with a little smirk. I bet he hates me as much as the bouncer at The Closet.

When he closes the door behind me, I start to look around, my eyes going wide as my jaw drops. This place is massive. There’s hardly any walls anywhere, so as soon as I walk in, I can see the dining room, living room, and kitchen.

He has a large and fancy looking chandelier hanging from his incredibly high ceiling. His walls are windows that extend from the ground to the ceiling, giving me a perfect view of the entire city. I bet I could see Sawyer’s house from here.

The kitchen is where I go first. I like to cook and all of his things are so fancy. The stove is built into the island in the center of the room, and there’s barstools on the other side where people can eat. His appliances are all new and fancy looking, and everything is pure white. The countertops, drawers, handles, and shelves. The only things that aren’t are the appliances which are silver.

I go to the dining room next. The table and chairs are white with dark blue placemats. It’s pretty boring to be honest.

The living room, however, is anything but. The couches all have interesting shapes with pillows of all textures and sizes on them. Once again everything is white except a thick, dark blue knit blanket. He’s also got a clear coffee table with some magazines on it. One stack is b**m magazines and the other is sports magazines, mainly basketball.

I laugh at the stark contrast just as Master Dax walks down the stairs. He’s in a suit minus the jacket. His shirt has the top few buttons undone as well and his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows.

“How long have you been in here?” He asks seriously, making me tilt my head.

“10 minutes maybe?”

“So is there a reason you still have clothes on?” He asks.

I frown and look down before shaking my head slowly. Rule Six, my body belongs to him, and he wants me to be naked when we’re alone. “Sorry, Sir. I got a bit distracted by everything, and totally spaced out.”

“It’s okay. Strip.” He demands. I quickly pull off all of my clothes before folding them and placing them on the couch. I make sure to put my shoes by the door. I wouldn’t want to mess up his white furniture. When I walk back and kneel in front of him, he pets my hair. “Good boy. You can stand though. I’ll show you upstairs.”

I stand and follow him as he leads me upstairs, pointing at the doors as we pass by. “That’s a closet, bathroom, guest room… here. This will be your room.”

My eyes widen, and I look up quickly, tilting my head. “My room? With all due respect, Sir, I’m not moving in with you.”

He laughs, making me even more confused as he leads me in. “It’s for if you ever stay the night on weekends or anything like that. I’ll let you decorate it how you want and you can do whatever you want to it.”

I nod and look around. The bed is a king for sure and there’s a little chair in front of the window wall and a bookshelf that’s bare. The closet is empty as well and there’s a pretty big bathroom. It’s got a tub and a shower. The shower is made of glass so people could see through it, but if it’s my room, I doubt anyone else would come in.

Once I finish looking around, we keep walking. “This is my office. That’s the playroom, which I’ll show you later.”

We walk down the hall a few more steps before it suddenly lets out into a giant room. There’s like a whole other living room here with a couch and two chairs and a coffee table. The floors are white marble and there’s two steps. going up to where the bed is. There’s a gigantic TV too. There’s a little balcony that goes outside. It looks quite peaceful out there.

“This is my bedroom. You’ll be able to hang around in here when you want.”

“Why do I need my own room, Sir? Couldn’t I just sleep with you?”

“I don’t like submissives sleeping in my bed with me.” He informs me, making me frown. We fall asleep together at the club all the time and it never bothered him.

“Why?”

He sighs deeply and rolls his eyes, making me glare and snap at him. “f**k you, Dax.”

He looks shocked by my outburst and returns my glare with one of his own. “Excuse me?”

“You f*****g heard me. You always want me to be open with you. I tell you everything even when it has nothing to do with you. Even when it’s none of your f*****g business. ‘Those who have nothing to hide, hide nothing,’ right? All the s**t I share with you and you can’t even answer a question without acting like I’m annoying you or something?” I rant before shaking my head and turning to leave. “Whatever, you f*****g asshole. I’m going home.”

He grabs my arm before I can leave and yanks me against him to press his lips against mine in a heated kiss. His hand comes up to rest on my cheek with his thumb under my chin to tilt my head up a bit more. Our tongues dance together for quite a while before he wraps his hand around my throat and pulls away.

“When I was 20 I dated a submissive for 2 and a half years. We were engaged, and I was completely in love with him. I found out that he was cheating on me the entire time. He brought guys to my old place and would sleep with them on our bed. I don’t like the idea of being that close with someone again because I’m scared that I’ll get hurt.”

I stand there speechless for a moment before huffing and looking down. “I could kick his ass for you. He sounds like a dick.”

Dax laughs softly and pulls me close to kiss me again before tightening his grip on my neck and pulling away. “Sure. If we ever see him again then I’ll let you do the honors, but use that tone with me again and you won’t sit for weeks.”

He lets go and steps back with his usual bored expression that makes me smirk. “I’ll get in your bed, Master. Maybe not anytime soon, but you’ll fall for me. I promise.”

He smirks back and shrugs before walking over to take my hand and lead me to the playroom. “Maybe I will. Only after you fall for me.”

When we enter, my breath is taken away. Everything in the entire house is white, but this room is the darkest blue I’ve seen. It’s nearly black. The bed is positioned with the headboard in the center of the wall with whips and floggers and other things like that hanging on the wall on each side. There’s two nightstands as well with s*x toys in them I’m sure.

There’s a bench on the other side of the room which I’m sure is going to be used for some hot s*x positions. There’s a few chains hanging from the grid ceiling, making me smirk. There’s also ropes and other b*****e items handing on that wall. One thing I’ve never even seen before is what looks like a swing hanging from the ceiling. We still haven’t done full suspension because I’m scared of falling, but I’d like to try that. It looks hot.

Against another wall is a St. Andrew’s cross. We have tried that and I really like it. The last thing is the dresser. I’m sure it’s full of random things like in his playroom at The Closet.

There’s an arch leading into the bathroom which I walk into. There’s a large tub and a shower that’s bigger than the one in my bathroom but with the same clear glass. “Jesus Christ, Sir. You’re like totally f*****g rich.”

“I prefer the term ‘wealthy’ but yes. I make a lot of money.”

I laugh softly and follow him back into the room.

“Kneel by the bed.”

I obey immediately, carefully making sure that I’m in the proper position I hear him shuffling with things and I risk a glance, seeing the candles he’s placing by the bench.

I try to hide the excitement on my face as I look down again. Once he finishes setting things up, he walks over to pet my hair.

“We’re going to try wax play like you suggested last week, okay pet?” He informs me.

“Yes, Master.” I agree, standing when he asks me to do so. He leads me to the bench and has me position myself so that he can strap down my arms and legs.

“I’m going to blindfold you. This will heighten your senses and make the wax play even more intense.”

I respond with a quick ‘yes, Master’ and patiently wait for the blindfold. Once it takes my sight, I tune in to my hearing. I hear the sound of a match being struck and smell the fire too. After a few moments, I hear Master Dax blow it out.

Shortly after, I hear a cap pop, and feel a cool liquid pour onto my back. I gasp at the feeling of it, but soon, masters hands are rubbing it into my skin.

“This is muscle relaxing oil. It will help you be less tense which will make the wax feel better. It will also make the wax come off easier when we finish. Try to relax, Baby. This will only feel good if you’re as relaxed as possible.” He tells me, starting to massage my body.

I relax more and more before my entire body is limp against the bench and my c**k is leaking onto the floor.

“The candle wax will hit your skin with different temperatures which is what causes the sensation you’ll experience. I’ll be testing them on my arm before putting any wax on you, but I’m not sure what your tolerance is for this. If it ever feels too hot or burns then say one of your safewords. Tell them to me.”

“Temperance to slow down and Transparency to stop, Master.” I answer, anxiously awaiting the first drop. I force my body to relax again.

Not a moment later does the first few drops come down. They’re very warm, but it doesn’t hurt at all. I moan when the next one drops. It’s hotter, and closer to my ass than the top of my back where the others were.

I keep myself limp against the bench, making sure not to move around much. The wax hits my skin at different temperatures like he said, but when I tune into the feeling of it, I can feel that some hit at a different pressure than others. Sometimes it’s just a drop or two and sometimes it’s a full pour.

I moan loudly each time he pours more on, and soon enough I’m begging for more.

“Master! Please, more. Please make me c*m. It feels so good!” I shout, feeling my ass clench slightly which makes him laugh.

I hear the cap of something pop off again and soon enough, Master Dax has his fingers deep inside of me. He makes quick work of stretching my hole, using the oil as lube. He takes his fingers out of me and returns a moment later with a toy of some kind that he presses against my hole.

He hums softly and shoves it in all at once, making me scream. It’s really big. “Ah! Master!”

He pushes a button to turn vibrations on and begins to move it in and out of me roughly. As he f***s me with the toy, he continues dropping the hot wax all over my back.

The feeling of the wax hitting my sensitive back and the toy ramming into my prostate makes my legs shake and my c**k quiver.

“Please, can I c*m? I’m so close! Please… p-please let me c*m, Master!” I beg, my moans mixing with cries as tears build up in my eyes and quickly stream down my face. Some of them soak the blindfold as well.

He leans down to kiss the shell of my ear before thrusting the toy deep inside of me and turning the vibrations up. “Hold it.”

I scream in frustration, but tighten my muscles in my abdomen anyway. “I can’t! I-I’m going to explode.”

He ignores me and keeps f*****g me with the toy. He puts the candle down and rubs my ass gently before smacking it. I jump slightly and cry more. The pleasure is so overwhelming, but I can’t c*m without permission. I won’t.

He switches between smacking my ass and rubbing it a few more times before fisting his hand in my hair to yank my head back and kiss my ear. “c*m, Pet.”

I arch my back and scream as I finally release. My whole body shakes and trembles as the pleasure ripples through me. It’s a wonder I didn’t pass out this time.

“T-Thank you, Master.” I tell him.

He kisses my shoulder and starts to rub my back, making the wax peel off. Once it’s all off, he unstraps my arms and legs and carries me to the bed. He lays me down on it, making me hum. It feels like a cloud. He leaves for a minute before returning with a warm washcloth. He wipes away and sweat or c*m that’s on my body before having me turn over so he can wipe off the oil. After he does, he puts a cream on my ass where he hit me. It didn’t hurt much, but I bruise easily.

“You did amazing, Noel. I’m so proud of you. You always find a way to impress me. I didn’t think you’d be able to hold out that long, but every time we play, you surprise me. I really enjoy pushing your limits, and I hope you enjoy having them pushed.” He tells me, climbing into the bed with me. When I feel his bare skin against my back, I realize he must’ve changed out of his suit.

“I know. I’ll keep impressing you. Now shh so I can nap.” I whine, turning towards him to curl up against his chest and let sleep take over.