Beyond the Edge (21 page)

After a few moments the door opened to reveal James in his work clothes, his shirt unbuttoned at the throat, tie obviously having been discarded.

“Come in please,” he said warmly. He backed up, making room for us to enter. “I assume you've both made the necessary preparations for this evening?”

“Yes, Sir,” we said.

“Excellent. Then you can put your things in the spare room and meet me in the loft in half an hour.”

§ § §

When James arrived in the loft, dressed in jeans with his beautiful feet bare, he made us take turns sucking him to orgasm. He liked to take the edge off first so he’d have more control later on. He coated our necks and chests with his spunk and left it there to make sure we knew our place in this room. Although, really, how could we not? He’d put cock rings on us to make sure we stayed hard.

He pulled a pair of black rubber gloves from his back pocket and put them on. “Fasten Sebastian to the kneeler, Tate.”

Oh yes, here we go…

“Yes, Sir,” I said.

The “kneeler” looked a bit like the bench, but shorter, with a padded place for the sub’s knees. Basically, the sub bent forward over it with his chest and abdomen supported on the padded top of the bench with his wrists fastened to the legs.

Once Sebastian had been fastened in place, I stepped back to have a look.

“Perfect,” James said, pleased. “You'll make a fine Dom one of these days, Tate.”

“Yes, Sir.” I inwardly puffed up with pride.

“I want the ball gag in his mouth and the plug in his ass.”

I took care of that. When I placed the ball gag on him, our eyes met and I felt a strange feeling deep inside that was incredibly intimate and very exciting. I felt my cock throb and saw an answering spark in Sebastian's eyes. The fact that another man had intimate use of us as, essentially, sexual toys seemed to deepen our feelings for each other. Perhaps it had drawn us together in the first place.

James told me to go pick out a flogger for Sebastian. “Don't forget, he's never had this done to him before. One always has to keep in mind the experience, or lack thereof, of a sub or slave. So choose wisely.”

“Yes, Sir.” But he didn't need to worry. I selected a heavy suede flogger, because I knew it would feel incredible on his skin and that I could control the force and speed of the blows easily.

James nodded. “Excellent.” He grabbed the straight chair, placing it so that he could sit and still see everything. He crossed one of his long legs over the other. “Proceed. Start slow and then see what he can take.”

I saw Sebastian's muscles tense up at James' words. But, again, he didn't need to worry. As long as James let me set the pace, I would make this good for him.

I started by running the red suede fronds along his back and down over his buttocks and thighs. I knew how good it felt so didn't rush. I did this for several minutes because it helped him relax and get into the receptive zone that he needed to be in.

I glanced over at James, but he gave me no hints. It seemed he would let me do this my way. I turned back to Sebastian's beautiful back and ass, landing a soft strike to the curve of his buttocks. He sighed. I did it again and slowly increased the strength of the blows, spreading them out over his back, thighs, and butt cheeks. After a while I heard him moaning. I knew I wasn't causing him any serious pain yet and he seemed to be enjoying himself.

“Hold on,” James said.

I stopped, glad for a break, since my arm had started to tire already from the repetitive motion. Being the top was no picnic.

James stood and walked all around Sebastian, obviously delighting in the submissive posture and the image of restrained beauty on display for us both. He bent, running a gloved hand slowly along the pinking skin of Sebastian's back and over the curve of his ass.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he murmured, turning to me. “Have you ever seen anything so beautiful?”

I shook my head.
Well, except for Sebastian in the puppy hood and tail…but he looks pretty damn good like this too.

His hand drifted to the base of the plug in Sebastian’s ass. He wiggled it gently, eliciting a groan and a whimper. Then he let the same hand glide under Sebastian’s belly and wrap around his hard cock. “You’re being a very good boy, Sebastian,” he said softly, as he stroked the other man firmly a few times. He stood up and turned to me.

“Okay, give it to him a bit harder. Let's see how he reacts.”

I nodded. “Yes Sir.” I gave Sebastian a few of the gentler swats just to ease him into it. Then I started laying them on a little heavier and faster. I saw him tense up between blows, but he seemed to deal with the pain okay. When he started grunting and squirming, I hesitated, looking over at James for instruction. I really didn't want to hurt him too much. To me, it seemed like we were getting close to his limit, and I wanted to stop.

“Keep going,” James said. “He's doing fine.”

I hesitated. “But…”

James stared at me. “I beg your pardon?”

“Sorry, Sir.” I started flogging Sebastian again, but I could only force myself to give him a few more. I found I couldn't continue. I just couldn't.

“I think he… I think maybe that's enough,” I said firmly, surprised by my own bravery, and wondering how James would react to my impertinence. But I had to speak up.

I looked at him and he stared back at me for a very long moment. I didn't dare say anything more. My heart quailed and I wondered if he would punish me and take over Sebastian's lesson.

“Is something going on here, Tate?” he said very quietly. “Is there something going on between you and Sebastian?”

So much for not telling. Jesus, he had good instincts.

“Yes, Sir.” I admitted, casting my eyes down.

He stood and moved toward me. A frisson of fear ran down my spine but I stood my ground. He grabbed my chin in his gloved hand and made me look him in the eyes.

“Why didn’t either of you tell me?” he said angrily.

I cleared my throat. “We didn’t think… you needed to know.”

He stared at me in disbelief for several long moments, then he dropped his hand from my chin and in a very cold voice said, “Unfasten him. I want you both to shower, get dressed, and meet me downstairs in an hour.”

Hold on. I didn’t want to stop playing. I just wanted to stop flogging him.

“But…” I started to say.

“Do it!” he said in a voice that left me no choice but to obey.

§ § §

When we got upstairs we didn’t say anything to each other. I felt like I’d let both Sebastian and James down. What the hell had happened? I didn’t know how Sebastian felt about my little mutiny. Was he pleased that I’d stopped the play or disappointed because now it looked like our weekend might be over?

“Tate?” he said softly as I bent to start the shower.

“Yeah,” I mumbled, not looking at him.

“It’s okay.”

I looked at him. “I fucked everything up.”

“By protecting me?”

“You would have been fine.”

“I was ready to stop. I was thinking about my hand signals.”

“Really?” I felt relief flood through me. My instincts had been correct.

He nodded. “Do you think he’s going to make us leave?”

“I don’t know. Probably.”

He stared at me. “Do you want to?”

“I don’t know. Not really.”

“Me neither.”

§ § §

An hour later we descended the stairs to the kitchen/living room. James stood in the kitchen, holding a glass of water in one hand, and a bunch of papers in the other. He regarded us sternly.

“Have a seat on the couch.”

We did as we were told because his tone of voice and stance left no room for argument. The man definitely had a natural affinity for dominance.

He took a sip of water, placing his glass back on the counter. He filled up two more glasses and brought them to the coffee table.

“Have a drink please. We have a lot to talk about.”

We took our glasses and sipped. I don’t know about Sebastian, but I felt like I’d just gotten in trouble with the school principal—a situation both humiliating and arousing at once. James had replaced his old worn jeans with dark blue ones, and put on a black t-shirt. He looked at once dangerous, and incredibly fuckable.

“So,” James said. “What exactly is going on here?” He gestured between the two of us. “Have you been fucking each other on your own time?”

“Yes, Sir.” I looked at Sebastian.

“Yes, Sir.” Sebastian echoed.

“Just fucking?” he asked.

I looked at Sebastian again, wondering how much we should divulge.

“We're kind of dating,” Sebastian said quietly.

James didn't say anything for awhile. Several emotions crossed his face but I couldn't really decipher them. He shook his head slowly from side to side. “Well, isn't that adorable.” He didn't sound angry, just tired. And maybe disappointed?

He sat down in the chair across from the couch. “Why didn't you tell me?”

I looked at him. “We didn't think…it was necessary.”

He stared at both of us in disbelief. “You didn't think it was
necessary
?”

I shook my head.
What is he getting at?

“And after what just happened upstairs, do you still think it was unnecessary?”

I thought for a moment, then blushed as understanding dawned on me. How could I have been so stupid?

“No, Sir,” I said, deeply ashamed all of a sudden. I wondered if I'd ever be able to live this down.

“Thank you. Do you even realize, Tate Mackenzie, how counterproductive it is for you to keep secrets from me in this kind of situation?”

“Yes, Sir.”
Fuck fuck fuck.

“I don’t understand…” Sebastian spoke up suddenly. “It happened on our own time. So it’s not really any of your business, is it? Sir.”

I put my head in my hands.

“Of course you don’t understand, Sebastian, you’re very new to all this. But Tate should know better.” I heard him get up and go into the kitchen. When I heard him come back I took my head from my hands. He sat back down in the chair, taking a long drink from the glass of water he had gotten. We stared at each other silently for a long while.

“I’m sorry,” I said finally. “I should have told you.”

“Can I ask you something? Both of you?” he said. “And please, for the love of God, tell me the truth.”

We nodded.

“In light of what happened upstairs, and in light of the relationship you two are beginning to develop, are you even still interested in continuing with our weekend? I won't be offended if you say no.”

Sebastian and I looked at each other. Sebastian nodded and I turned back to James. “We'd like to continue.”

“Okay.” He nodded, tossing the paperwork onto the table. “Then we have some work to do. We're going to have to go through the paperwork that you both filled out and redefine limits, expectations, taking into account this new development. This changes the dynamic here quite a bit.” He stared at us both sternly. “I need to have all the information in order to be your Dom. This relationship here,” he gestured between the three of us, “is one based entirely on mutual respect and trust. When you withhold important information from me, I can't do my job properly. I'm not just ordering you around on a whim, even though it may seem that way sometimes. I'm attempting to give you a wonderful experience within your boundaries, perhaps testing the edges at times, but within the parameters that you've given me to work with. Something like this changes everything.”

We nodded in understanding.

“I’m really sorry. I should have known better,” I said.

“Well, it's a good lesson to learn, Tate,” James said. “And I'm really glad you both want to continue. Because I think we can sort this out quite easily this evening. And that still leaves us two days.” He smiled at us.

We grinned back at him, relieved.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Working Together for Mutual Benefit

We spent an hour or so on Friday evening going over the details of the new “contract.” It didn’t take long to sort things out. I was very pleased with the respect that James showed our new relationship and with the things he was willing to do to accommodate us. He admitted that he would hate to lose us, as he felt that we would both make great Doms someday. He liked showing us how it all worked, as well as taking his pleasure in us as subs as well.

Our new rules or limits were:

Only one of us would take on the role of sub at a time. The other two would work in concert as Doms with joint power and authority. A scene would be planned and agreed upon first, the sub being the only one not aware of what would occur. Either of the two Doms could make decisions, with James being ranked slightly higher due to experience. James also stressed the importance of using the safe-word or hand signals if one became unable to continue. There would be no repercussions for safe-wording except that the scene would be stopped and we would have a discussion and decide whether to continue with a different scene or call it a day.

“It is extremely important that you be honest with me in that room. I need to know what you are feeling, how you are dealing with everything I'm throwing at you. Yes, I can observe your reactions and I'm very good at judging when a sub is overwhelmed or close to his limit. But I'm not infallible. In order for this to be a mutually beneficial arrangement, I need you both to communicate honestly with me.”

“Yes, Sir,” we said.

“All right. Now you are both going to make me supper.”

§ § §

We made a stir fry, since I made them at home a lot and it could be done quickly. I got Sebastian to act as Sous Chef and do all the slicing. James disappeared while we cooked but showed up just as the food was ready to serve. I swear the guy had a sixth sense or something. Then again, there were cameras everywhere.

When we finished eating, he put down his fork, looking from one to the other of us. “Now I am going to ask you something and I want an honest answer.” He steepled his hands, smiling warmly. “If I were to invite you both to sleep in my room with me, as equals, what would you say?” His eyes burned with an intense fire that caused my dick to pay attention.