The Broken People [Book 2]

Chapter Twelve: Grip and Rip

"You remember the safe word, right?"

"What do you think?"

"Thomas," Mark's tone made Thomas realize that he was serious. He brought his hand that wasn't yet tied to the bedpost up to Mark's face and smiled at him.

"I remember the safe word and I will use it if I have to. Don't worry. This is not our first time," Thomas told him and bit his lip.

"Well, it kind of is... with this kind of play at least," Mark said and reached up, grabbing Thomas's hand and bringing it up to the bedpost.

"It's okay. I trust you," Thomas told him.

Something in Mark's demeanor changed. His shoulders squared, his expression hardened, and his smile got almost sadistic.

"Good," he said confidently. His hands moved to Thomas's thighs and he spread them open. He leaned down and brought his lips close to where his hands were. Slowly he hummed. "Already hard".

Thomas's heart was thumping in his chest, but he knew better than to ask for Mark to be faster. While looking up at Thomas he lubed up one of his toys and slowly pushed it in Thomas. He enjoyed every squirm and moan of the striker and when the toy was in him, he rose up and kissed him on the collarbone.

"Don't... move..." he said reaching over to grab the lit candle that rested on the nightstand.

Thomas's chest was moving even faster than before, anticipation filling him. Mark placed his fingertips on Thomas' chest, and he waited for Thomas to calm his nerves. Thomas took in a deep breath and that's when Mark blew out the candle and tipped it over. The hot wax dripped on Thomas' chest sending out the breath he was holding and making him thrash about. The restrains on his arms as well as the toy inside him drove him mad and he couldn't help but let out a string of needy moans.

"Touch me," he begged.

"But this is so much more fun," Mark replied and tipped the candle again, just a little lower this time. He set the candle on the nightstand again and with his other hand, he reached out to the bowl next to Thomas and grabbed a handful of crushed ice cubes.

Thomas didn't have time to open his eyes and see what Mark was doing. His brain was too focused on the sweet pain from the heat on his body to think about anything else. But soon his mind was wiped clean, as Mark's cold mouth wrapped around his cock. Thomas cried out and his eyes snapped open. Mark's one hand ran down Thomas' body, making sure his nail left marks, while his other hand went and moved around the toy that was still in place.

"Mark, I have to..."

Being unable to speak, Mark grabbed Thomas by the base of his member, making sure that Thomas understood to not finish yet. He kept on moving his head, despite the ice now having almost melted completely. The hand that was moving the toy around wrapped around Thomas' thigh and he grabbed and clawed at the flesh.

"I beg you, Mark, please! Let me cum, please," Thomas cried out everything being too much for him.

Resisting the urge to smile, Mark let go of Thomas's member and prepared himself for his orgasm. When Thomas finished thrashing, Mark rose up and spit the melted ice and cum in the bowl.

"We're not done yet," he said to Thomas, who seemed exhausted and blissful.

Without giving Thomas any second to rest, he turned him around, making sure to check that the restrains on his hands weren't too tight to cut off his blood circulation. He pulled Thomas up to his knees and kissed his waist.

"Take it out and fuck me," Thomas muttered.

"Impatient, huh?" Mark hummed and grabbed the second lit candle.