Beyond the Edge by Elizabeth Lister Page B

items—dildos, harnesses, beads, plugs, clamps, stretchers, etc. The items we had purchased would be added to the rest, but obviously had been purchased for him to use solely on us.
    I walked over to Sebastian and touched the soft ropes of the swing, near where his hand lay. “Let's see if you still think so tomorrow. It can be pretty…intense.”
    He made an eager noise in the back of his throat. “I don't care. I want it.”
    “You'll get it. You'll get it in a couple of hours.” I told him. I walked to the door. “Come on. Let's get this other business over with.”
    He reluctantly followed me, his eyes still staring around him in fascination.
    § § §
    When Sebastian saw the device on my cock he whistled.
    “Holy hell, that looks hot,” he said. “Is it painful?”
    “Only when I get hard, which I do whenever you look at me like that,” I replied honestly.
    “Oh…sorry. I can't help it. It's just so…so…sexy.”
    We took care of the hygiene business quickly and efficiently. Doing the enemas on each other resulted in a level of intimacy that we hadn't yet experienced, even though we'd both fucked the other. This was different, though. This was something caring and tender and very much non-sexual, although it was sexually exciting being naked and near to each other and so close. It took all I had not to touch Sebastian's beautiful cock or caress his bottom, so it was torture in its own way. Afterwards, we showered and cleaned up.
    At two forty we headed up to the loft and got into position—both of us naked, kneeling just inside the door, next to each other but not touching, our eyes trained on the floor.
    In a few minutes, James would come through that door, and all bets would be off.
    I couldn't fucking wait.
    § § §
    Within ten minutes of his arrival I found myself on the cross, facing it, with my naked back and buttocks exposed.
    “That looks nice,” James commented, admiring his own handiwork. Sebastian still knelt on the floor by the door, but James had told him to watch what went on.
    “But I need to plug that saucy little ass of yours,” he added.
    Desire coursed through me at his words. I loved being plugged, especially for a flogging, which I anticipated as the purpose of this setup.
    I heard his footsteps as he walked to the armoire, then returned, and soon I felt his lubed fingers on the crack of my ass, rubbing and pushing in, opening me up. I shuddered at the pleasant sensation and the intimacy of having his fingers inside me. They were long and strong and sure. Once he'd played with my ass for a bit, he withdrew his fingers and I felt the tip of the plug at my hole.
    “Open,” he said, exerting a gentle but steady pressure.
    I did my best to relax the muscles and let him push the plug home. It didn't take too long. It was large but I'd had larger. I groaned in both pain and pleasure as it settled inside me.
    “Good boy. Very nice.”
    I glowed with the praise as he twisted it around, back and forth, making sure it was securely in. That felt good too. He pumped me with it a few times, making me grunt, then let go and slapped my ass smartly.
    “What do you say?”
    “Thank you, Sir.”
    “I want to show Sebastian a thing or two about floggers and paddles today, Tate,” he said as he wiped off his hands. “And you're going to help me.”
    No shit. “Yes, Sir.”
    “That little punishment you received here this morning was just a taste of what you’re in for now.” He chuckled. “But first, Sebastian needs his plug.”
    I heard him walk over to Sebastian. “On your back on the bed, knees spread and bent, please.”
    I heard shuffling as Sebastian obeyed.
    “Oh, yes…what a beautiful ass you have Sebastian. So pink and pure.”
    “Thank you, Sir.”
    Oh, listening to this and knowing what was going on made my cock swell in the cage. I turned my head but I couldn’t see.
    I heard Sebastian’s gasps and James’ instructions. “Relax, Sebastian. You’re tight as a virgin