Beyond the Edge (3 page)

He grinned back at me, tucking himself up, and said, “That was lovely. I’m glad I was able to give you a little taste of what’s to come next weekend.”

“Yes, Sir. I can hardly wait, Sir,” I said.

We gazed at each other, both of us thinking about all the possibilities for our next visit to this room.

§ § §

Lying in bed that night, trying but unable to go to sleep, I thought about how I had originally met James.

A friend introduced me to the well-known Dom. A friend that I'd “played” with a few times and who thought that James might be able to give me more of what I wanted than he could. James had initially been a little cold toward me, until my friend told him I really enjoyed cum play and filthy language. At that point he said he'd give me a go. He invited me for an “interview” and once I completed his requirements for a comprehensive STD screen, I joined him for an introductory session.

It had gone well. I behaved myself and demonstrated a high level of pain tolerance and a definite affinity for bottoming as a sub. He'd been impressed and told me so. He liked my body very much, and told me that too. He suggested I put my name down on his waiting list. That had been four months ago.

And now my turn had come. I would spend Friday evening, all day Saturday and all day Sunday with the Dom of my dreams. He would send me the information and preparation instructions by email so that I knew what to expect.

I already knew what to expect—a weekend of extreme kinkiness and submission at the powerful hands of James Lucas.

How the hell would I get any sleep this week?

CHAPTER TWO

Sebastian

I woke up starving the next day, with a sore bottom. It felt nice though, reminding me of the spontaneous play session the day before. I made a quick breakfast and scarfed it down while checking Facebook and my emails. I didn’t see anything particularly exciting so I got up to take my dishes to the kitchen.

Then I heard the ding that indicated another email had come in. I glanced at the screen. When I saw the name James Lucas in the address field a thrill went through me. I clicked it open.

Hello, Tate.

I have attached a document containing a list of tasks for you to complete before you meet me Friday evening. I’m sure you understand the importance of following my instructions to the letter. I want this weekend to go well and so do you.

I also need to inform you that I have another student who will be joining us. He’s twenty-four, attractive, clean, eager, and relatively inexperienced with this type of scenario.

I would like you to be at my home by 6:00pm this Friday. Ring the bell. Once I open that door and you enter, you will be under my complete control. If this is not satisfactory, you are free to decline this invitation. I sincerely hope that you do not.

Sincerely,

James Lucas

I
sat and stared at the email for awhile, excitement at war with something else. Who was this other guy? James hadn’t indicated before now that there would be another student. I wasn’t sure what I thought about it. Essentially an unknown commodity to me, I felt uneasy about his addition to my weekend. Our weekend. I made a point to be very careful about the people I met up with for this type of activity and I had references for James. As a respected member of the local BDSM community, there were many people to vouch for him. We had been together twice now, so I knew firsthand of his brilliance and skill. This weekend would be the culmination of months of anticipation for me. However, I simply could not conscientiously arrive for such an intimate weekend with someone I knew nothing about and had never met.

I had two choices. I could decline the invitation or I could ask James for the young man's name and contact info so I could arrange to meet him.

I didn't want to decline the invitation, so that meant I had to email him.

I rubbed my temple. This would be tricky. I had to make sure that I kept my language suitably respectful when asking for this courtesy. There were no illusions that we weren't already playing the game, so tact was essential.

I chewed my nail for a moment and then began to type.

Dear James,

I am very excited about spending the weekend at your home, and intrigued by your mention of the other student. I do have a policy of meeting people before I join them in this type of activity. Would it be too much to ask for you to send me the young man’s contact information so that I can arrange a short meeting with him before Friday? Alternatively, you could send him my info and ask that he contact me in the next day or two.

Sincerely,

Tate Mackenzie

I checked it over a couple of times, crossed my fingers behind my back, and hit send. Immediately, I began to second-guess myself. Was my message appropriate or would he be mad when he received it? Did I really need to meet the guy or should I just trust James’ judgment? I was beginning to worry that I had blown the entire arrangement when I heard a ping. He had replied already.

I opened it quickly and read.

Tate,

Thank you for being honest with me about your requirements. Your comfort and safety is of paramount importance to me. I have sent Sebastian your contact info with strict instructions to email or call you by tomorrow evening and to follow your directives. I know that he’ll be as eager to meet you as you are to meet him. I have the utmost confidence that you will agree with my decision to include him in our weekend. If not, please let me know as soon as possible so that I can make other arrangements.

James

I let out a sigh of relief. Okay. Not too bad. Maybe I wasn't being unreasonable. And I hadn't actually crossed his threshold yet, so I still had some control.

Other arrangements? Did that mean if I didn't like Sebastian, he'd un-invite him? Or did it mean he'd put me back on the waiting list? I frowned at the thought of being replaced. I fervently hoped that my meeting with Sebastian went well.

Meanwhile, I figured I should have a look at the instructions James had sent me. I clicked on the file. It opened up in Word on my desktop.

Instructions for Tate Mackenzie

For Friday, October 8
th
, 6:00pm until Sunday, October 10
th
, 6:00pm.

Grooming: Please ensure that all body hair is absent before your arrival. And I do mean all body hair. If necessary, please make arrangements at a professional facility and I will cover the cost.

Cleanliness: Please cleanse your bowel before our appointment, using an appropriate enema kit. When you are thoroughly clean on the inside, please shower immediately prior to arriving at my home. Do not eat anything for two hours before your arrival. I will provide adequate sustenance once you are in my care.

Mental Health and Physical Safety: Please take some time to meditate upon the seriousness of our arrangement. Once you enter my home, I will expect absolute obedience. Any action that I consider to be inappropriate shall be dealt with immediately and without recourse. I will decide on an appropriate punishment and it shall be administered without hesitation. When you are in my home,
you are mine to do with as I see fit. Your pleasure is secondary to mine.
I will do my best to ensure your satisfaction with the proceedings, but always
at the mercy of my own discretion.
You will be safe here and you will not be injured, either physically or mentally. You will be pushed and teased to the limit of your tolerance but never beyond. You will have safe words and hand signals to use at your discretion and I expect you to use them if you need to. This protects both of us and gives me an idea if I am heading in the wrong direction.
Please ensure there are no toxins in your system when you walk through my door. This includes alcohol, prescription medication, non-prescription medication, herbal supplements, diet pills, etc. Et al.

Anticipation: Please do not bring yourself to orgasm after Tuesday. I need your undivided attention once you are here. I want you horny and frustrated when you arrive.

I very much look forward to your arrival at my home. I assure you the time you spend under my tutelage will be invaluable and the experience will be one you won’t soon forget.

Sincerely,

James Lucas

When I finished reading the document I had to adjust the straining bulge in my jeans.
Jesus Christ.
His formal professionalism proved as arousing as the content of the document. And everything he spoke about brought into focus what awaited me at his hands. I couldn’t wait to submit myself to his “tutelage” and I found my anticipation heightened by his referral to a second sub.

What would occur between the three of us? My mind boggled at the possibilities while my cock leaked at the images that ran through my brain…

Just after nine, an email showed up from a Sebastian Doucette. I clicked it open and read:

Hello Mr. Mackenzie,

My name is Sebastian Doucette. I was instructed by James Lucas to contact you. I am going to be 'playing' with you and James this weekend, and you wanted us to meet, right? I'd love that! He told me a bit about you but nothing beats (ha ha) a face to face meeting. Let me know when and where and I will be there!

Sebastian

I couldn’t help grinning at the obvious enthusiasm in his message. He seemed sweet and friendly and respectful. I liked the fact that he addressed me as Mr. Mackenzie. I replied quickly, still smiling:

Mr. Doucette,

Thank you for your timely email. I’m glad you agree that meeting in person would be a good idea. Are you available tomorrow evening around 8:00pm? We could meet at Chapters downtown in the Starbucks. Let me know if this is suitable.

Sincerely,

Tate Mackenzie

§ § §

I got home from work at six the following day, grabbed a quick supper, and tried to decide what to wear. I settled on a casual approach, since we were just meeting at Starbucks. But I wanted to look good. I wore my black skinny jeans, an American Eagle t-shirt with a grey plaid button-up over it, and my purple Docs. I spiked my hair a bit and put on the slightest hint of cologne.

When I got to the Starbucks I bought a coffee and found a table. Sebastian had told me he would wear a brown toque with dog ears so that I could recognize him. It seemed a bit strange but would make spotting him fairly simple. I didn’t see anyone yet who fit that description.

I sipped my coffee, looking around at the other patrons; the usual crowd of nondescript people out for a quick snack or coffee and a browse in the bookstore. Every couple of minutes the door opened and I looked to see who came in. Finally, after about six or seven people, a young man wearing a brown hat with dog ears entered the coffee shop. He hesitated, looking around. I almost choked on my coffee when I saw him.

Tall and slim, wearing blue boot-cut jeans, Blundstone boots, and a brown leather jacket, he looked like a wet dream. His blond hair curled out beneath the edge of his hat, framing a boyish face with a generous mouth and flawless skin. When his vibrant blue eyes caught mine, he smiled the most adorable, questioning smile.

But that wasn’t what caused me to almost choke. I’d seen him before, at a coffee shop downtown, minus the dog-eared hat. I was sure it was the same guy. It had been one of those occasions when you see someone, and you can’t tear your eyes off them. He’d haunted me for days afterward, and then I’d just let it go. I didn’t think I’d ever see him again. I mean, what were the chances?

I nodded calmly while my heart beat a frantic tattoo. He came over, the dimples in his cheeks bringing life to my cock and causing me to squirm in my seat.

Jesus, get it together.

I stood up, hoping my hard-on wasn't too obvious at this point, and extended my hand, giving him the best smile I could manage in my surprised state. I had expected him to be good looking. To have caught the attention of James Lucas pretty much decreed that he would be. But, fuck, he had fallen from my darkest dreams into my metaphorical lap. The thought that this guy would spend the weekend with me and James, doing unmentionable things, just about blew my mind. Not to mention my wad.

“Tate Mackenzie?” he asked as he approached. His musical, masculine voice made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. In a very good way.

“Yep,” I said as he shook my hand and took off his hat. He ruffled his hair and shook it out. The color of dry straw, it fell in gentle untidy waves to just below his ears.

“I like your hat.” I really wanted to say something more along the lines of “Please kiss me now,” or “I really want to take you home and undress you.” But it seemed a little too soon.

He smiled and held it up for my inspection. “I got it at Giant Tiger in the kids section. Apparently some kids have big heads.” He laughed and blushed. “I don't shop there all the time. But they have cheap Pogos. I love Pogos.” He took off his jacket and sat down across from me. “It's really nice to meet you, Tate.” His blue eyes were beautiful, like something out of a movie.

“Your eyes, they're so blue.” I was obviously losing my ability to censor what came from my mouth.

He looked embarrassed. “Yeah. Everyone thinks I wear contacts. But they've always been this color.”

I stared at him, in total la-la land, like he was an angel from Heaven. Everything about him sent urgent signals to some part of me that spanned from my privates to my deepest cravings and fantasies.

He shook his head, as if annoyed with himself. “Sorry. I'm babbling. Sometimes I talk when I get nervous. I can't believe I brought up Pogos…”

I shook myself out of my trance. I had to put the poor guy at ease.

“It's nice to meet you, Sebastian. I think that Pogos are a seriously underrated food item.” I stared at him, imagining how those luscious lips would look around a Pogo. Or, even better, around my cock… I cleared my throat and shifted in my seat.

“Well, they're not that healthy, but they taste great and they're quick and easy.” He ran a hand through his blond hair. With the flush in his cheeks and tousled hair he looked freshly fucked. I wondered what he would look like when he really was freshly fucked. Or spanked. Or…