Room at the Edge (41 page)

“Yes, Sir.” On a different night Jay might have come back to that with a hint of rudeness, just to see if he could get an extra spanking out of Liam, but not tonight. Tonight he was ready to let go completely, and that was making him more mellow and at peace than he could remember having felt in a long time.

“Good.” Liam was quiet for a few seconds, moving around. Jay closed his eyes as he waited.

The first sear of flame across his back was sudden and glorious; he didn’t try to hold back the cry that escaped him, which was more relief than pain. God, he’d wanted this for so long, and here it was, with Liam, the man he adored and worshipped both literally and figuratively.

The sensations built, slowly at times, as Liam left long pauses for Jay to wait through. He felt the heat dissipate without ever losing track of where it had been. He loved it when the flames raced over him from more than one point of origin, leaving the back of his body tingling, but he didn’t get that every time.

It was Liam’s choice, all of it. He was the ringmaster, the conductor, the teacher patiently leading Jay through this experience, and Jay surrendered to him as he’d been taught to do, each time finding it easier, each time getting more out of it.

After streaking his skin with the flammable liquid and setting it alight, Liam moved on to using a lit baton, exchanging a few quiet words with Jessica that Jay didn’t even try to hear. He trusted them both.

The lit baton struck his back, the light blow followed by the instantaneous flare of heat, Liam finding a rhythm Jay’s heartbeat matched, so his body felt like a struck drum, the echoes rolling through him, pounding in his ears.

He wasn’t making a sound, too caught up in sensation to need to vocalize what he felt, but when Liam said softly, “Enough,” he heard himself sob, not a protest, not that, not even regret, because they’d do this again, but simply a release of everything he felt in that moment.

Austin came over to him at a signal from Liam, and Jessica left the room, closing the door behind her.

Liam began to wipe Jay’s back down, the damp towel soothing his skin. He didn’t ask how Jay was feeling, for which Jay was grateful. Later he’d tell them how it’d felt, picturing those pale flames on him, visible for a second or two before disappearing, leaving behind their heat. Now he just wanted to lie still, Austin stroking his hair, smiling at him, Liam taking care of him with loving efficiency.

“Take as much time as you need,” Liam said gently, smoothing lotion over Jay’s back, the shock of the cool liquid like a last flash of sensation from the scene. “There’s no hurry—the room is ours for as long as we want it.”

The words were more like air blowing past Jay than actual conversation. He understood them, but he was floating and not at all interested in coming back down. Maybe if he didn’t say anything, he could just stay where he was forever.

Austin tenderly held his hand, bending to kiss Jay’s fingers and knuckles. They both seemed to get that he was okay and just didn’t want to talk. Liam moved around the room quietly, probably putting things away, going into the adjoining bathroom and running water there, then coming back again and unfolding a blanket that had been draped over a chair.

“Is he cold?” Liam asked Austin, and Austin touched Jay’s arm and then cheek.

“Maybe a little,” Austin said.

Liam put the blanket over Jay, who murmured appreciatively. He hadn’t realized he was cold, but maybe he had been, because the blanket’s warmth was welcome now that the fire had faded from his skin. Slowly Jay shifted onto his side and sat up, glad when Austin moved to sit next to him so he had someone solid to lean on. He was so out of it he felt like his head wasn’t attached to his body.

Eventually, a little more grounded, he said, “Can we go back to our room now?”

“Of course,” Liam said. “Here, walk between us.”

Their room was on the second floor of the building. This one, the playroom they’d been using, was in the basement, and Jay wondered how the hell they were going to get up all those stairs. “Wait,” he said as they went along a different hallway. “Where are we—”

“There’s an elevator,” Austin said.

“I love this place.” Jay shuffled along happily and clung to Austin in the elevator as it went up to their floor.

Their room was comfortable but plain, clean lines everywhere, neutral colors and thick, heavy drapes making for a restful haven. The king-size bed dominated the space, and there was no attempt made to hide the fact that the room could be used for a scene as well as to sleep in. Anchor points were set into the walls here and there, and there was a heavy-duty hook in the ceiling over the bed. A bed with a ring set into the base, for a sub to be chained to, though Liam had only used it for short periods of the stay. Kneeling, gagged, a collar around his neck, the weight of a chain pulling at it, and watching Liam read e-mail on his laptop as he sipped coffee had been a surreal experience. Austin had loved it, his cock hard the whole time, his breathing slow and regular. He’d licked Liam’s hand when his gag was removed, his eyes downcast. Jay had never wanted to kiss Austin more.

It was a fantasy setting, and though Jay didn’t think he would’ve liked their room at home to be like this, it was fun for a weekend.

He submitted to being tucked into bed for a nap and drifted off listening to Austin discussing his shibari session with Liam, their voices lulling him to sleep.

When he woke, it was with a mouth on him, licking his cock to full, aching hardness. The fire play had turned him on, but it’d been enough in itself and he hadn’t wanted more. Now he did, his arousal flaring bright and hot, and it seemed he was going to get it. He hummed his approval and reached down, eyes still closed, expecting to feel Austin’s hair, fine and soft, against his hand.

Encountering short, thick hair instead had his eyes flying open, and he found himself staring into Austin’s eyes, his hand on Liam’s head.

“Sir?”

“Glad you’ve decided to join us,” Liam said after administering a final, lazy lick to Jay’s cock. “I was going to spank you awake, but Austin persuaded me not to.”

Jay brushed a kiss over Austin’s lips and tried not to buck his ass up, demanding more attention from Liam. It wasn’t easy. Liam might’ve been relatively new to giving blowjobs and definitely happier on the receiving end, but he’d learned quickly how to make his two subs writhe and squirm for him. “How on earth did you manage that?”

“I did what Sir was just doing to you,” Austin said succinctly.

“I don’t know whether to say thank you or not,” Jay teased. “You cost me a spanking from Sir.”

“Ungrateful brat,” Liam said and pushed him over on top of Austin before spanking his ass a few times, hard enough to sting. Liam rarely patted his ass. Even a playful spank tended to leave a lingering smart. “There. You got both. Satisfied now?”

Jay kissed Austin since he was draped over him, making it count this time, a familiar shiver of arousal running through him at the taste of Austin’s mouth, then rolled to his back to grin up at Liam. “Thank you both.”

“Better.” Liam seemed indecently cheerful, not that Jay was complaining about that. He just wished this wasn’t their last night at the bed-and-breakfast. There weren’t any clocks in the room, but he guessed it was still early evening since he was mildly hungry but not ravenous. Plenty of time for one last scene, and he knew what Liam was planning. The thought made him go light-headed with lust, his body suffused with desire spiced with apprehension. He’d wanted to do this for so long, and if it wasn’t as he’d imagined it to be, or if it hurt too much and he had to use his safe word—and he would—

“Stop it,” Liam said, gripping Jay’s chin between finger and thumb. “I can see the wheels turning. Talk to me.”

“I want to,” Jay said. Since he was already talking, he knew Liam would know what he meant. “I’m just, I guess…”

“Worried,” Austin supplied. “And you don’t really worry about stuff.”

“I worry sometimes,” Jay protested. “You make it sound like I’m some kind of…worry virgin.”

Austin grinned. “I wouldn’t accuse you of being any kind of virgin.”

“Except for this,” Liam said. “That’s what you’re fretting about, isn’t it?” He lowered his voice, and everything in the room shifted, focused. “Whether or not you can take my fist? No need to worry about that—you can. Because I say so.”

Jay shivered and nodded, caught in Liam’s gaze and grateful to be trapped there.

“Good.” Liam leaned in and kissed him even though the position was a little bit awkward, then gave him a stern look. “I’ve set some things out for you in the bathroom. Get yourself ready in there, and Austin and I will get ready for you out here.” As Jay got up to obey, Liam added, “And
don’t
worry.”

That was easier said than done, Jay thought, but one look at the items Liam had laid out beside the bathroom sink provided a reasonable amount of distraction. The instructions for the enema kit were neatly smoothed out where he’d see them, which was good, since Jay had never actually used one. In fact, the thought of it was both intimidating and more than a little unpleasant.

Still, he told himself, it would be worth it. Anything people wanted came with a price—for the most part—and this was a small one.

It took longer than he’d hoped, but by the time Jay turned off the shower and reached for a towel, he was cleaner than he’d ever been in his life. He hadn’t been able to hear Liam and Austin over the sound of the water, but now he could hear Austin whimpering and Liam’s voice, hard and unforgiving. Jay’s cock perked up immediately, and any remaining apprehension faded away as he scrubbed himself dry and went to join them.

Austin was being fucked by Liam. Jay had seen that happen often from a much closer vantage point, but from the bathroom door there was enough distance for him to take in the whole picture, and God, it was worth staring at.

Austin was on his back, his hands under his knees, drawing them up and out, giving Liam access to his ass. Liam was taking full advantage of that, fucking Austin in slow, deep strokes, one hand caressing Austin’s rigid cock, the other resting over Austin’s right knee.

Austin’s chest was flushed, partly from arousal, but Jay could see at least one handprint from a slap showing bright against Austin’s ribs. He wanted to go to his knees, crawl over to the bed, and wait for a signal from Liam to join them, but if he did that, he wouldn’t be able to see them like this, as an onlooker, and they were too erotic a sight to miss.

He knew what the combination of dragging thrusts and those sharp slaps felt like, how they left him feeling unbalanced, clinging to Liam as the one certainty. From the way Austin was keening, his head thrown back, his hands clamped tight, he was close to coming, and Liam wasn’t allowing it. Watching Liam exercise the power they’d ceded to him never failed to arouse Jay.

Liam paused, balls-deep in Austin’s ass, and stretched out his hand to Jay, beckoning him over with a flick of his fingers, never taking his gaze off Austin.

Jay gave in to his need to abase himself, reveling in it, and made the short journey on his hands and knees, the carpet, soft against his feet, chafing his knees. The faint burn felt good, and he surreptitiously deepened it, digging his knees in as he crawled.

“Austin’s being very vocal about how much he needs to come,” Liam said when Jay was on the bed, kneeling beside Austin, his hands behind him, his knees split wide. His voice was controlled, but to the point where Jay guessed Liam’s climax was as close as Austin’s. “I think he should be focused more on pleasing me.”

“Sir, I want to, I do. Anything you want from me, it’s yours. Please.” Austin’s words were faltering, punctuated by gasps.

Liam ran his finger around the head of Austin’s cock, through the clear liquid glossing it. He held the wet finger out to Jay, who bent forward and licked it clean. It felt like downing a shot of espresso, not the taste as much as the way it connected the three of them. He sucked the tip of Liam’s finger, swirling his tongue over it, wanting to prolong the moment, but Liam drew his finger away.

“Anything,” Liam repeated reflectively and began to fuck Austin again. Jay could smell them both, the rich, musky scent reaching him with every breath and adding to his desire. “Maybe what would please me would be to come in you and leave you suffering like this, aching for release, your hole wet and dripping. I could have Jay suck you whenever your cock began to soften. Be kind and tie your hands in case you were tempted to touch yourself to end your ordeal. Keep you on the edge for hours until you were sobbing, desperate, hungry, so very fucking mine.”

The last word was growled, not spoken, and Jay responded to that possessiveness even when it wasn’t directed at him, his heartbeat quickening, his asshole flexing as if Liam’s cock were spreading it, filling it.

“Jay?” Liam didn’t spare him as much as a glance. “How much do you think I ought to torment Austin?”

Jay wasn’t having an easy time focusing on the words—he was too turned on at the sight of Liam’s hips moving and the sound of Austin’s gasps. “Um…however much pleases you, Sir.”

Liam snorted and put his hands on Austin’s knees, widening the space between them until Austin’s thighs were trembling. He pulled back and fucked forward again, hard enough that it made Austin cry out. “Don’t you dare come,” Liam told Austin casually. Austin was shaking all over, and his cock was rigid. “There are so many things that might please me. Now I think I’d like to fuck you, Jay. Move over here beside Austin.”

The lube felt shockingly cold against his ass, and the memory of what he’d done in the bathroom made Liam’s first thrust difficult to take. Jay tensed up, his stomach cramping again, though there was nothing left to expel.

“Easy,” Liam said, briefly caressing Jay’s hip. Jay willed his body to accept Liam’s cock, helped by the fact that he
did
want it inside him, even if Austin was watching, curled up into a ball on his side, his arms wrapped around his knees, pure yearning in his eyes.

Without pausing Liam reached over and pushed his fingers inside Austin’s hole. Jay couldn’t see how many, but from the way Austin cried out, his face contorting with pleasure, it was definitely more than one.