Beyond the Edge
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BEYOND THE EDGE
ELIZABETH LISTER
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Tate Mackenzie has signed on for a weekend of kinky fun at the hands of respected Dom, James Lucas. However, James has invited another man, twenty-four-year-old Sebastian Doucette, to join in. Thrown together under James’ expert tutelage, the two men experience an instant attraction and begin a tentative relationship on their own time. But James hasn’t been entirely honest with the boys and soon Tate finds himself the focus of two infatuated men. How will he choose the man he wants or the lifestyle he desires to pursue?
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Copyright 2012 by Elizabeth Lister
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Portrait of Michael Tattersall by Fernando Farfan
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DISCLAIMER
This story is an erotic fantasy. I have striven to make it as realistic and detailed as possible, however it should not be mistaken as a representation of actual events. In reality, unprotected anal sex embodies risk of disease transmission, even with STD scan protocols in place.
This is a BDSM fantasy. Any involvement in actual BDSM activities should be properly researched and undertaken with extreme caution.
Dedicated to my dear friends: Pup Rolph, Pup Fidget, Scout Zeb, G.M., J.W., O.F., and the amazing M.T., without whom this novel could not have been written. You’ve all been an inspiration and invaluable resources to me, not to mention a whole lot of fun.
CHAPTER ONE
Waiting List
“So, when I saw this guy, I was just like, what the hell are you wearing? And then he walks over to me and, get this, asks if I want to go for coffee! I swear he must have been at least forty. And wearing a pink sequined disco shirt? Yeah, I don’t think so…hold on, someone's trying to call through…”
I peeled the thick socks off my roasting feet and answered the other call.
“Hello?”
“Tate Mackenzie?” A rich, masculine voice asked.
Holy. Shit. I fucking know that voice.
“Yes?” I said nervously, sitting up straighter and taking my feet off the coffee table.
“It’s James Lucas.”
“Hello, Sir.” I said quickly, a blush of excitement creeping into my cheeks, my cock stirring in my jeans.
He laughed, a musical, relaxed sound. “Hello Tate. How
are
you?”
His voice, low and soft, held a note of something hard in it as well.
“Fine, thank you,” I said, then added, “Sir.” Just to be on the safe side.
“Glad to hear it.” He cleared his throat. “I wanted to tell you that your name has come to the top of the list. So if you're free next weekend…”
“Yes. I'm free.” I heard the beep from the other line. But no way in hell would I attend to it right then.
“Excellent. I have to tell you, I've been eagerly awaiting your rise to the top.” I heard the smile in his voice.
“Yes, Sir.”
“We should meet to fill out the forms and discuss our objectives. Are you available tomorrow evening?”
“Yes, Sir.” My chest rose and fell with my quickened breaths. Tomorrow? I would see him as soon as tomorrow?
“Great. Be at my home at seven p.m. please. I'm looking forward to seeing you again, Tate.”
I felt dizzy. “Me too, Sir.”
We hung up. I stared at the phone for a long moment, vivid memories assaulting me with rapidity and force. By the time I remembered Joanne was on the other line I had a hard-on the size of Saskatchewan in my pants.
I got back to her. “Joanne?”
“Well, well, well. What happened? Get a call from a tall dark stranger and you forgot about little ole me?”
“Actually, yes.” I'm sure she heard the excitement in my voice.
“Really?”
“It was James Lucas.”
“Shut. Up. James Lucas, the Dom?”
“The very one.” I grinned, tapping my foot to release some of the nervous energy that had taken hold.
She waited for me to say something. “
And
?”
“Well, it seems my name’s finally gotten to the top of his waiting list. He wants me to come next weekend.”
She cackled. “No doubt!”
I laughed. “Dirty girl.”
“You know it. Well, are you excited?”
“Um, yeah. I’ve been looking forward to this for months.”
“You’ll have to tell me all about it. You know how I love to hear about your shenanigans. Keeps my marriage alive.” She laughed.
“Oh my god. You don’t tell Darrin all that stuff, do you?” Joanne’s husband Darrin was pretty liberal, but very straight.
She snorted. “No, are you kidding? But when we indulge in some couple time, the fact that I’m thinking about the stuff you told me is helping me get in the mood, if you know what I mean?”
“Shouldn’t you be thinking about Darrin and experiencing the moment?”
“Tate, we’ve been married for six years. If we don’t think about other stuff we’ll die of boredom. Awe, Tate, I have to go. The potatoes are boiling and I need to attend to the rest of supper. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”
“Hey, how are you feeling anyway? You’re only a month away now, right?” Joanne was almost ready to give birth to her first child. The pregnancy hadn’t slowed her down at all.
“Yes, thank God. I feel like a cow. Look like one too.”
“No you don’t.”
“How do you know? I haven’t seen you in almost two months. We have to get together soon, okay? I know you’re busy next weekend but maybe the weekend after that?”
“Sounds good. Talk to you soon.”
“Bye, sweetie.”
I hung up the phone and leaned back on the couch, putting my bare feet up on the coffee table again. I stared at the ceiling and gave myself up to the images that crowded my head.
James Lucas tying me to the bed in his loft, naked, with my balls in a stretcher and nipple clamps attached.
James Lucas running the strands of a leather flogger over my captive body, then flogging me gently until I begged him to let me come.
James Lucas telling me to come and my body convulsing on command.
I groaned at the memories of that afternoon and slipped my hand in my pants, grabbing my cock and stroking slowly. Living alone had definite advantages.
The memories of my afternoon with James rose vivid and clear, since I’d just heard his voice on the phone. I let my head fall back against the sofa and brought myself rather quickly to a powerful orgasm, imagining spending an entire weekend at the mercy of one of the most handsome and accomplished Doms in town.
§ § §
The next day at work I demonstrated a complete lack of concentration, so distracted by the knowledge that I would be meeting with James that evening to discuss the technicalities of our kinky weekend. I hadn’t been in James’ home since that afternoon many months ago. I wondered if this would be just a sit down interview, or if he’d want to get a feel for my limits again?
I worked as an Executive Assistant at a Management Consulting firm. Boring as hell, but I pulled in a decent salary that included medical insurance and vacations. Today I had been recruited to help out at a workshop that my bosses were delivering to a group of Federal Government employees—even more boring than my usual duties. After handing out papers to the attendees and setting up the laptop with the PowerPoint presentation ready to go, I should have started taking notes. Instead, I stared into space and thought about James, every once in a while jotting down a comment or two that someone made, but not doing a good job at all. To be safe, I recorded it all on my laptop so I'd have the info later, when I had to write up the summary.
Of course, I also had the difficulty of dealing with a recurring hard-on throughout the day. Once, during the lunch break, as I stood at the catered table trying to decide between a salmon or an egg salad sandwich, I glanced up to see this portly, grey-haired government stiff eyeing my pants. When his gaze met mine I impulsively winked and grabbed the salmon sandwich, hastily making my way back to my table.
I didn't get out of there until five thirty, so barely had time to get home, grab a quick bite, shower, dress, and make it to James' place for the designated hour. Luckily, I pulled into his driveway with ten minutes to spare. James did not look kindly upon tardiness and I didn't want to start off on the wrong foot. Not a good idea to piss off your Dom before a weekend of voluntary submission.
I got out of my little red Civic and approached the house, straightening my jacket and brushing mostly imaginary dust and dirt off my jeans. I had dressed casual sexy, not wanting to give the impression that I thought this a huge occasion—even though I actually did. I had waited months for this weekend, and it was almost upon me. To say I was excited would be a serious understatement.
I rang the bell and after a few moments the door opened. James Lucas stood there, in the flesh. In the absolutely gorgeous, dick-hardening, heartbeat-quickening flesh.
“Hello, Tate.”
My eyes raked over him, taking in his handsome face with the slightly graying goatee, intelligent brown eyes, and those soft, curved lips that formed themselves into a welcoming smile. He tilted his shaved head slightly, conveying a sexy confidence and faith in his own intrinsic attractiveness. The man had presence.
“Hello, Sir.” I murmured, my pulse increasing rapidly as I took in his muscular form clothed in black jeans and a burgundy long sleeved t-shirt, the dark red cotton of which outlined his muscular arms and chest.
“Come in, come in,” he said, moving back to give me some space to enter. His face, hard and soft in all the right places, held enough slight wrinkles and creases to make it interesting and give an indeterminate quality to his exact age.
I did so, careful not to touch him before he'd given me permission. I knew the protocol now, and wanted to show him that I remembered.
I remembered everything.
“Here, I'll take your coat,” he said, holding out his broad, beautifully masculine hand. I noticed how long and elegant his fingers were as I peeled off my brown leather jacket and handed it to him, our eyes meeting for a moment. The message in his went straight to my groin and I felt my dick start to react. Jesus, what he did to me.
“Come into the living room, please.” He gestured towards the large room to the left of the hall. His voice sounded a warm tenor—melodious and smooth.
I preceded him into the room, hoping that he checked me out in my carefully chosen jeans and black Sex Pistols t-shirt. I'd found the latter at Value Village a few weeks ago and knew it would be the perfect club shirt, not to mention the perfect “meeting your Dom before playtime” shirt. Nothing beat retro punk wear, in my opinion.
I stood nervously beside the sofa, awaiting further instruction.
“Have a seat, Tate. And you can relax. We're meeting as equals here to discuss the weekend. You don't have to take on the sub role quite yet. When you arrive here next Friday, the situation will be different. But for now, we're just friends discussing an upcoming event.”
I nodded. “Okay.” I sat down on the couch and tried to relax.
