Beyond the Edge (30 page)

“Oh yes. Now that is how the Master's boy should be displayed…”

Jesus, he did more to me sometimes with his words than anything else. I felt moisture ooze from the tip of my cock where it pressed against the hard plastic of the cage and I groaned in frustration.

“I'm not going to gag you today. I want to talk to you while I play with you. I think sometimes that gag is a comfort measure for you, so you don't have to confront in words what is being done to you. Today you will. Today I will ask you questions and you will answer me without hesitation and with unflinching honesty. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And if I tell you to be quiet you will do so without the aid of a gag. And it will mean that I don't want to hear a peep out of you. Not a groan, not a whimper, not a scream. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” My voice quavered with excitement and anticipation.

He chuckled. “You were made for this, weren't you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You were made to be my fuck toy and my whipping boy.”

“Yes, Sir.” I moaned the words because I felt the truth in them. I forgot about everything except the desire to serve him. When Sebastian had been here with me, I'd been able to keep a distance from the experience. Now I became engulfed and consumed by it, as captive in my submission as my swelling prick in its clear cage. I fucking loved it. I'd forgotten how good it could be to completely surrender to someone, body, mind, and soul.

Suddenly I felt him spread my cheeks and coat my crack with lube before he pushed something large and wide into me. I tried to relax. He kept up the steady pressure, slowly pushing, and I grunted as it settled itself inside me. It was the plug I’d had inside the previous day. I felt full and invaded. Heaven.

“Ah, that looks nice,” he murmured, stroking my buttocks. “How does it feel?”

“It feels good, Sir,” I said.

“And how's your poor cock doing?”

“Hurts, Sir,” I admitted.

“Well, get your mind out of the gutter then.” He slapped my ass. “Think about Jesus or something and it'll go down.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Never mind. You can't help it can you? This sort of thing drives you crazy, doesn't it?” He rocked the plug back and forth, making me groan with pleasure. Then he let go, bringing his face down to mine, and his breath tickled my ear as he whispered, “I'm driving you crazy, aren't I?”

“Yes Sir. I love it, Sir,” I gasped.

He laughed. He bit the lobe of my ear before standing up and striding away. The sound of his boots on the cold floor echoed through the room but I couldn't see what he was doing. I didn't know what he would do next.

Then something trailed across my back and I recognized the folded leather tip of a riding crop. Oh hell. Not again. He would woo me in his own way…

He traced the muscles of my back and arms, then ran it over my buttocks and down my thighs, teasing the sensitive inner skin there, before bringing it down hard on my calf. I yelped as he struck the other one. Then the crop came down onto the soles of my feet. Then onto each buttock, twice. I moaned with pleasure at the shocks of stinging pain that faded quickly, leaving a gentle warmth behind as he struck me all over, spreading out the hits to my back and arms. My body, still sore from yesterday’s session, reacted quickly to the continued torment.

“Do you deserve this?” he asked rhetorically.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Why?”

“Because I'm not worthy of you, Sir.”

“No, you're not. But I'll play with you anyway. I'll play with you and fuck you to my heart's content.”

“Thank you, Sir.” I moaned.

“Want more?” he asked, striking my buttock near the crack.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Then say it.”

“I want more.”

“I can't hear you.”

“
I want more
!” I shouted.

The crop came down hard on the base of the large plug, jolting it violently. The action made me cry out with the pleasure of it. He did it again, and again.

“More?”

“
More
!”

So he did it twice more and I groaned as my cock swelled and threatened to burst the rigid plastic. The inside of the cage had become soaked with pre-cum, evidence of the pleasure I felt at his hands. My body trembled with need as he threw the whip aside. Then the plug came out and his cock went in. It felt good to have something warm and alive inside me after that. He was so hard again already, from dominating me, controlling me, wrenching the pleasure from my bound and stifled body.

“Fuck, Tate, your ass is like heaven and hell at once. It's going to be the death of me, I love it so much…” He groaned as he started to ride me.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Quiet now. I don't want to hear a sound until I've filled you so full of seed you'll feel it in your throat.”

Oh Jesus God and the Angels how the hell am I going to keep quiet?
It felt so good, this determined fucking. He knew what he did to me and my cock swelled again, but I couldn’t make a sound. I bit my lip to keep quiet.

“It’s difficult to stay quiet, isn’t it, when I’ve got my big cock in your ass? When I’m making you feel so good, but you can’t even get an erection? You’re going to come so hard when I take that thing off, aren’t you? Not until then though,” he warned. “I’ll not tolerate a repeat of yesterday’s blunder. But when is it coming off? Who knows? Certainly not before I’ve had my fill of you.”

He pounded me harder, gripping my hips painfully, grunting with the force of it. I panted and gasped, trying not to make even those noises but it was impossible. At least I kept the groans and cries that were itching to leave my throat in check. But I didn’t know how long I could keep it up. It was torture.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” He groaned, not under the same prohibition. “You make an astounding fuck toy, don’t you, so quiet and obedient? How can you be so quiet when I’m pounding you? It must be killing you not to make any noise…” He sped up his rhythm, his own words getting him good and close to the brink. “I’m going to fill you so full…so full of my hot come, and you’re going to thank me and kiss my cock when I’m done…” His voice had gained a higher, excited pitch.

I squeezed my eyes and mouth shut, desperate to groan or whimper or something. But damned if I would break when he seemed so close. The tears streamed down my face with the effort it took.

He rammed me, his breathing harsh and desperate, then gave a great yell as I felt him still deep inside. He gasped and groaned as he came, enjoying the satisfaction that he denied me.

As his movements slowed he gave a great sigh and said, “Okay…you can make noise now.”

I gave a cry of relief and sobbed as he finished. I whimpered and moaned all the sounds I'd kept inside and my body shook with the joy of giving voice to my pleasure.

He chuckled as he withdrew from me, causing more whimpers, and came around in front. When he held his still hard cock out in front of my face, wet and shiny with his juice, I pressed my lips to it, my eyes drifting up to his. I found there a look of such satisfaction and pleasure it thrilled me to the core because I'd pleased him. I'd done it. I'd obeyed and perhaps now I'd get my reward…

If I was hoping he would take the cage off and let me come, I was deluding myself. He tucked himself back into his leather pants, kneeling down before me. “You were wonderful, Tate. Keep this up and you will get your reward very soon.” He took my face in his hands and kissed me soundly, his lips conveying his pride and satisfaction.

Then he stood and walked around me, presumably enjoying the vision of me in my vulnerable state. He slapped my ass with his hand, then rubbed it gently. He did the same to the other cheek as I moaned in supplication, need, and desperation.

I heard shuffling behind me, then felt his hands spreading the cheeks of my ass. “Oh fuck,” he moaned. “…Looks so hot…”

He blew on my exposed hole, where I felt his spunk leaking out of me, and I shivered. It felt so good, giving me goosebumps, but that was nothing. Next I felt his tongue slide up the length of my crack, gathering up his juices and sending electric shocks through me. I made a garbled sound, feeling my cock strain and leak. It hurt from the pressing confines of the cage but that only served to arouse me more.

He worked me with his tongue and mouth, teasing my hole with merciless abandon, knowing what it did to me and delighting in my predicament. “Quiet!” he said suddenly, before shoving his tongue in my quivering hole and wiggling it forcefully.

My body tensed, my fists clenched, as I stifled the sounds I wanted to make back down my throat.
Oh holy hell this is torture
. His tongue on me, in me, felt so fucking good. My dick hurt. I wanted to scream but I could only gasp like a fish out of water, letting my harsh breathing speak for me, trying to keep my vocal chords relaxed though they itched to rub together.

He did this for a long time. It seemed like hours of intense effort not to make a sound although my body screamed silently in pleasure and frustration. He used his tongue and fingers, exploring that part of me with unerring efficiency, driving me mad in the process, and I didn’t know how much more I could stand.

Finally, as if sensing that I was on the brink of failing him, he stopped. He slid the two fingers that had been stroking my prostate out of me and gave my hole a final lick of his tongue.

I gasped desperately as he stood, trying to recoup and forget the pleasure of the last little while, as aftershocks and memories of it made me tremble.

“Wonderful, beautiful boy…” he murmured, as I felt his hands on my ankle bonds. A cry of relief left my mouth before I realized he had yet to release me from my silence.

“It’s all right. Go ahead,” he said.

I sobbed as he undid my wrist restraints and helped me stand. He held me before him, eyes roaming over my sweat-cloaked body, examining my captive cock in its soaked cage.

“Fucking gorgeous, you are,” he murmured as he led me over to the cross. I walked like a zombie, my sobs quieter, my breaths calmer, my brain a fog of desperate need. He shackled my wrists together above my head, then kissed me softly and knelt before me. I gazed down at his head, sobbing again when I saw him pull the key from his pocket.

With practiced skill he had the cage off me in a few moments. We both stared as my cock stood immediately, like a pink balloon being inflated and I moaned at the intense pleasure this caused, gasping in anticipation of what would soon occur.

James stood, brushing against my desperate prick, making me groan as I felt the orgasm coiling inside me already. It wouldn't take much to set me off.

Suddenly, three things happened at once. James' hand wrapped tightly around my cock, his mouth covered mine, and two fingers of his other hand slid unceremoniously into my ass.

I screamed as my cock exploded in his grasp. He swallowed it with his kiss as gallons of come shot out of me over his hand, coating our bellies and chests. My body convulsed in paroxysms of ecstasy as he held me tightly and I almost passed out, the pleasure like nothing I'd ever felt before. I felt carried on waves of delight and I poured this pleasure back into him, gratefully surrendering my ego and my body to a higher power. Whether that higher power was him or God I didn't know. Maybe they were one and the same at this moment. It certainly felt that way.

As my tumultuous climax finally waned, my body convulsed reflexively once or twice, and James held me in a close embrace until the trembling eased. Finally, he pulled back, taking my face in his hands again. Looking into my tired eyes he smiled with affection and pride.

“Astounding.”

I tried to smile back but my entire body was so exhausted I couldn't manage it. I think my lips twitched, and that was enough.

“Shhhh, let's get you to the shower.” He undid my restraints and got me up. “Are you all right, Tate?”

I let out a pitiful sound that was supposed to be a laugh because I was so much better than all right. He had to know that. I managed to nod weakly and sigh. “Yes.”

He helped me upstairs, washed me clean, and tucked me into bed with him, holding me against his strong body and shushing me to sleep.

§ § §

I woke in darkness to the feel of soft, sensuous kisses on my back as fingertips tickled the crack of my ass. I smiled, thinking it was Sebastian, and rolled over.

When I saw James and remembered the situation, I was hit with a flush of conflicting emotions. Disappointment that it wasn’t Sebastian teasing me; excitement and arousal that it was James. My mind flooded with memories of his takeover in the loft and the amazing climax that had brought about, and also confusion as to my feelings for both of these very different men.

I sighed, closing my eyes.

“Tate…” he said softly, kissing his way up my belly now, over my chest, licking my Adam’s apple and finding my mouth with his. I opened to the kiss, not even believing this was the same man who, hours ago, had treated me so roughly. He groaned, pressing his hard cock against my leg. “I want to fuck you again…please…let me fuck you…”

I opened my eyes in astonishment. He was begging me. James, the Dom of my dreams, was begging me to let him fuck me. This must be an alternate universe.

I found myself saying, “Do it. Fuck me again. I'm yours till morning.”

He froze, his lips pressed against mine, his seeping cock against my thigh. He pulled away, gazing down at me.

Three words let me know what this weekend meant to him.

“And then what?”

I stared back at him, watching the emotions flicker in his eyes. “And then…I go back to him.”

“Sebastian.”

“Yes.”

“He's the one you want.” His voice sounded flat, emotionless. He rolled away from me, running a hand through his hair.

“Yes,” I said.

“Even after…” He couldn’t say what we both were thinking. That even after the revelatory role-play and incredible intimacy of this weekend, I still chose Sebastian over him.

I plucked at the sheet with my fingers, hating to have to tell him. “James, that was…beautiful and amazing and so, so hot. You're a wonderful Dom and an incredible man. You make me feel things I've never felt before, in ways I never dreamed.” I turned, meeting his gaze. “But so does he. In a different way. I can't even explain…what he means to me.”