Break Even, by rebecca & sanders
Title: Break Even
Authors:
blueraccoon &
sanders
Rating: NC-17 (and then some)
Summary: For the first time all day, his mind’s gone quiet.
Warnings: Heavy on the kink. Don’t read if consensual BDSM disturbs you.
*****
Jaye's the one to fit Kyle's collar into place, standing while he kneels, Edward pressed in close behind her and already half-way to hard just from seeing Kyle on his knees. She rubs against him as she leans down to kiss Kyle, fingers hooking in the ring of his collar and tongue pushing into his mouth. Edward's already taken him down, hard and fast, with one hand squeezing his throat and the other on his cock, whispering all of the things they have planned for him and all the little ways they could break him if they wanted to. Jaye wants to, and Kyle clearly needs it.
Kyle whimpers into the kiss, yielding utterly to Jaye, to both of them. He keeps his hands clasped behind his back, wanting to touch Jaye but knowing better. What's important, though, is that for the first time all day his mind's gone quiet and he sighs in relief, his whole body going loose.
Edward keeps an eye on Kyle as he hikes up Jaye's skirt, cursing women's fashion and their damn maxi-skirts, the miles of fabric between him and his goal. Jaye's no help, moving her hips in what turns into a steady rhythm; he guesses it's the same one she's using to fuck Kyle's mouth with her tongue, but it's just a little inconvenient when he's dragging her panties down her thighs. He pushes two fingers into her, completely unsurprised that she's slick already, and he reaches around her to slide his fingers into Kyle's mouth, forcing her to break the kiss.
Edward's fingers taste of Jaye and Kyle sucks them in eagerly, tongue flicking over his skin to get every last bit of her off Edward's skin.
Jaye moves out from between them, watching while she strips and while Kyle works his mouth against Edward's hand. She watches Edward draw Kyle forward, cupping the back of his head, until Kyle's nose brushes the fabric of Edward's trousers and the line of his cock underneath. So that's how this is going to go, using Kyle's mouth in turns, his ass, everything but his cock until he begs and breaks.
Kyle works Edward's pants open with his teeth and tongue, grateful when Edward lets them fall and steps out of them. His boxers are next, Kyle tugging the fabric down carefully, and then he's got Edward's cock in his mouth, almost down his throat, and he's lost track of Jaye, but she'll let him know what she wants, he's certain of that.
"Fucking hell," Edward says under his breath, trying to remember the last time Kyle took him in *that* eagerly, deep and fast. He curls his hand in what little hair Kyle has and then thinks the better of it, slipping his fingers into the back of his collar instead. Jaye left him just enough slack not to choke Kyle, not that way, and just enough to hold him still and fuck his mouth.
For her part, Jaye settles on her knees behind Kyle, a bottle of lube, latex and a plug at her side. She covers her hand and slicks her fingers, going easy on Kyle for now as she stretches him.
The sound he makes is muffled by Edward's cock, which is probably just as well, Kyle thinks vaguely. The collar's tight around his throat with Edward's fingers holding it, not choking him but he's got nowhere to go. Edward's fucking his mouth, deep and steady, and Jaye has two fingers deep inside him and something inside Kyle just untwists slowly.
"That's it, baby," Jaye murmurs in Kyle's ear. "We've got you and we're not letting go. You're *ours*."
Edward has to stop Kyle and he knows it. He just doesn't want to, not at all, and he groans as he pulls away from the heat of Kyle's mouth. "Let Jaye hear you now. Feels good, doesn't it, having her fingers in you? I took her hand last night, came so hard I saw stars."
Jaye takes this opportunity to twist her fingers, hard, and Kyle cries out, hands flexing behind his back. Again, and he makes a sound that's distressingly close to a whine, closing his eyes against the pleasure.
"That's not all that happened, of course," Edward says, stepping back to unbutton his shirt. "Jaye told me all the dirty little fantasies she's been having, the ones about you and me together. She wants to see you bound, hands over your head, on your knees. She asked if I'd use my mouth on you, lick you open before I fucked you."
"Except he turned it back on me," Jaye says, her hand pushing on Kyle's shoulder until he gets the idea and drops forward onto his hands. "He held me like this and fucked me with one of my own toys while he tongued my ass. Then he let me have his boy to ride."
Kyle licks dry lips, trying to find a response, but it seems all he can do is tremble and moan as Jaye pushes another finger into him. He wants--God, he wants them both, wants everything and anything they're willing to give him. "Anything," he whispers. "Please."
Jaye catches Edward's eye and nods slightly, sliding her fingers free when Edward's ready to take her place. She sits down on the floor in front of Kyle, leaning back on her hands and raising her knees. "Lick me," she says. When Kyle bends, mouth barely touching her, Edward smacks his ass, bare-handed and hard.
Kyle hisses, shifting slightly to better brace himself. He tries, as best he can, to ignore the next blow, focusing on Jaye's cunt, on the scent and taste of her, but he's not all that successful.
"It's okay," Jaye says, stroking Kyle's shoulder. "Cry out if you need to. You know it gets Edward all hot and bothered, and I can be patient."
"Thank you, Mistress," Kyle whispers. Edward spanks him again and he does cry out, keeping count in his head because it would be just like one or both of them to demand a number.
Edward likes the way Kyle sounds, muffled by Jaye, and the way he looks like this, ass reddening prettily, hole slick and stretched. He pauses between smacks to press two fingers in, crooking and twisting them until Kyle moans for him.
Kyle's mental count is up to thirty when Edward stops for the moment and Jaye hooks a finger in the ring of his collar, drawing him down against her cunt. He licks her the way he knows she loves, alternating licking and sucking on her clit, Edward still fucking him with his fingers.
"Always so good at this," Jaye says, pressing up against Kyle's mouth and letting her head fall back. She's startled to feel Edward's fingers on her breast, pinching and stroking her nipples in turn, but between the two of them, she shudders and comes, clenching her teeth against the way she wants to shout.
Kyle gentles his mouth, but doesn't stop until Jaye sighs and pushes his head away. He licks his lips, breathing as evenly as he can, and waits for what's next.
What's next is Jaye pushing Kyle away, pulling him up until she can kiss him and shifting forward until she can rub against his cock. It wouldn't take much to let him slip inside her, to take him into her cunt and pulse around him. Edward would hold him still for her, she knows, and let her fuck herself on his cock for as long as she wanted, using him like one of her toys. She whispers all of this in Kyle's ear with Edward's hands quick and practiced between them, fastening ring around Kyle's cock and balls and catching his nipples in the pair of light clamps.
Kyle shudders between them, swallowing hard at the feel of the cock ring, the clamps. They're neither one as painful as they could be but that'll change with time, and he's fairly certain the scene isn't going to end any time soon. "Please," he whispers, not even knowing why or what he's asking for.
"Please? Please what, puppy?" Edward asks, covering the plug Jaye picked with a condom. "Please fuck you? Please let you come? Please hurt you, flog you, take you apart?" He teases Kyle with the toy, rubbing against his hole without pushing in, not yet. "Please stretch you wide and fill you like no one else can do, because your ass belongs to me?"
"Every inch of you belongs to us," Jaye says, sliding her hands down to cup Kyle's cheeks and spread him for Edward. "Every single part of you is ours to play with."
"Anything, sir," Kyle manages. "Mistress. Everything. Please." Edward pushes the toy into him and he groans, arching his back.
"I want to see you crawl," Jaye says, raking her nails over Kyle's ass. "I want you spread out on the cross for us. Go on, sweetheart." She gets to her feet and gives him room to move, offering her hand to Edward to help him up.
"I do love the way you think," Edward murmurs to Jaye, pulling her back against him. He bends his head and kisses her, not letting himself linger over it because he knows she won't let him.
"Yes, Mistress," Kyle murmurs, sliding to hands and knees and crawling across the room to the cross. His breathing isn't quite steady and he has to pause once, just to adjust to the feel of the toys on him and in him. When he reaches the cross, he gets to his feet, and Edward's there to fasten the cuffs around his wrists.
"Good boy," Edward says, stroking Kyle's back. He presses a kiss to the back of Kyle's neck, just below the line of his collar, standing just close enough to feel the heat rising from Kyle's skin. "My boy."
"Yours, sir," Kyle says softly.
Edward smiles and slips the blindfold over Kyle's eyes, pressing fully against him for a long moment. He only steps back when Jaye's settled on her knees behind the cross, when he sees the way her tongue darts out to lick the tip of Kyle's cock. She likes the small sensations, and his role here is to balance those, the weight of the flogger in his hand just right for the task. He lets the tails fly through the air to land against Kyle's shoulders as she sucks him, and he can imagine well the way she takes him in a little at a time.
Pain and pleasure, and it all winds together through him, into him. Kyle doesn't try to hold back the broken sounds he makes, a moan from Jaye's mouth on him and a gasp when the flogger lands against his back. His hands clench around the chains on the cuffs, his knees threatening to buckle for a moment before he gets his balance back.
The moment Kyle breaks, Edward knows it. It's in the drop of his head and the bend of his knees, the fractured sob that builds in his throat and spills from his lips. It's not enough to make him stop or even halt the swing of the flogger, the leather catching the tops of Kyle's thighs, just under the curve of his ass.
Kyle sags against the cross, gasping for every breath, feeling the strain in his arms from where the cuffs hold him up, the burn in his nipples from the clamps. His back's on fire from shoulders to thighs, he's so hard it hurts, and all he wants is more, anything they want to give him. When the flogger stops, he almost doesn't realize it for a moment, he's so lost.
Jaye licks Kyle one last time and rises. She leans in close and unfastens the clamp around one of his nipples, replacing it with her mouth, her teeth softer against him than the rubber-covered metal tips but not by much.
Kyle hisses in a breath, twisting under her mouth, not that he can go anywhere. The tiny part of his brain that's still working wonders if Edward's finding something else to use on him. Single-tail, maybe, or studded cat, something that'll mark him, leave welts or bruises to remind him of this tomorrow.
"Jaye," Edward says softly, a bit of warning in it. She gives him a dirty look over Kyle's shoulder, but it's not anything he hasn't seen a million times in their lifetime together, and she moves back after taking off the second clamp.
"Just hang on, sweetheart," Jaye whispers to Kyle. A split-second later, the whip cracks through the air and against Kyle's back. She moves well out of range to watch, admiring Edward's technique as much as the neatly crossed lines he leaves behind with every strike.
With every crack of the whip, a little more of him falls away. He cries out hoarsely, unable to focus on anything but the pain and the pleasure. Edward doesn't spare him, striping his back and his ass, but it's not until the whip crosses the tops of his thighs that Kyle screams.
*That*. That's what Edward's been pushing toward and what he draws out of Kyle one more time before letting the tail of the whip fall. He sets it aside and moves to the cross, wrapping his arm around Kyle's waist and opening the cuffs at his wrists with his other hand. "I've got you, sweetheart," he says. "That was gorgeous."
Kyle nearly falls against him, shaking. "Sir," he whispers, his heart pounding. "Sir." He gives up on standing and simply slides to his knees, resting his head against Edward's hip.
"I've got you," Edward says again, stroking Kyle's hair. "That's exactly what you needed, isn't it, baby?"
Kyle nods, unable to speak.
"That's not all, though, is it?" Jaye asks, laying her hand on Kyle's shoulder. "Not by a long shot, and we're not finished with you."
"Anything you want, Mistress," Kyle whispers. "Sir."
"Just me," Jaye says. "Edward's had his turn and now it's mine. Take him to the bed, Edward, please."
Edward doesn't ask Kyle to walk; he just hooks a finger in his collar and leads him on his knees, helping him up onto the soft blankets. He sits behind him, letting Kyle lean back against him. "Close your eyes, baby. The blindfold's coming off," he says a moment before sliding it free.
Kyle keeps his eyes closed, but rubs them with the back of a hand, scrubbing away dried tears. He breathes out slowly, turning his head into Edward's neck.
"It's okay," Edward says, running his hands down Kyle's arms. "You don't have to hide."
"Look at me, Kyle," Jaye says, touching her hand to his thigh. "Edward's going to hold you for me now."
"Yes, Mistress," Kyle murmurs, blinking his eyes open to look at Jaye.
Jaye climbs onto the bed with them, kneeling between Kyle's legs. She leans over him to kiss Edward first, stopping when Edward moans for her and lifts one hand from Kyle to reach for her. "Later," she tells him, turning her head to kiss Kyle. Each brush of her lips against his is measured and deliberate, matched with a sweep of her fingers over his stomach, the inside of his thigh, the length of his cock.
It's her pace, whatever she wants. Kyle can't keep from shivering at her touch, muscles tensing and relaxing as she strokes his skin, but he keeps from pushing up into it the way he wants, badly, to do. The plug inside him, almost forgotten earlier, nudges him and makes him groan.
"You're feeling it, aren't you?" Jaye says against Kyle's mouth, feeling his hips thrust up the tiniest bit. "My little toy, getting you ready for me. It's nothing, Kyle. You can take so much more; you're going to take so much more from me." She slides her hands to his knees, drawing them up until Edward hooks his hands under them, holding Kyle steady and spread. She pushes one of the firm pillows under him and pulls gently on the base of the plug.
The plug slides out easily and Kyle moans, feeling open and empty. Edward's hands are gentle but firm against his skin and he relaxes into it, knowing Edward won't let him go.
Jaye gloves her hand again and slicks her fingers, slipping into Kyle so much easier this time. "I love the way you feel," she says. "So hot, almost as slick as I am, and still so tight."
"Thank you, Mistress," Kyle says softly, his eyes half-closing in pleasure. His breath hitches and he groans when she twists her hand, but he knows better than to ask for more. She'll give it to him, or she won't; it's not his call.
Jaye loses track of time, of everything but the easy curls and thrusts and scissorings of her fingers and the slow rhythm of adding another, taking it away, building and stretching Kyle until she has her thumb left outside of his body. Then she doesn't even have that, the widest part of her hand opening him and easing in.
Kyle licks his lips, feeling like he can't breathe from the sheer pleasure of it. He feels it just as Jaye does, when his body just takes her in, when she curls her fingers inside him and he moans helplessly, pushing back without meaning to. "Please," he whispers. "Mistress, please."
"Yes," Jaye whispers back to him, bending to use her hand and mouth to unfasten the cockring. That's all of the touch he gets, she sits back when she's finished, eyes meeting his. "Come now, Kyle."
He doesn't come so much as he comes apart, pleasure ripping through him so hard he sobs, tears on his lashes. It seems to never end, going on and on until he can't take anymore, until he falls back against Edward, half-conscious at best and barely aware of anything.
Jaye withdraws carefully, flexing her hand when it's free and getting rid of the glove. She wipes Kyle's stomach and chest and helps Edward lay him down on his side, stretching out beside him and wrapping her arms around him.
Kyle burrows into them both, crying softly and not caring. They don't let him go; they hold him close and murmur to him and stroke him and eventually he calms, utterly spent.
Edward drags a blanket up over them, knowing Jaye will eventually get up and turn off the lights, and this is as good a place as any to sleep for the night. "I love you," he says, kissing Kyle's shoulder. "And you," he adds, squeezing Jaye's hand.
"We know," Jaye says. "Rest now, both of you."
Kyle's already asleep.
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Authors:
blueraccoon &
sanders
Rating: NC-17 (and then some)
Summary: For the first time all day, his mind’s gone quiet.
Warnings: Heavy on the kink. Don’t read if consensual BDSM disturbs you.
*****
Jaye's the one to fit Kyle's collar into place, standing while he kneels, Edward pressed in close behind her and already half-way to hard just from seeing Kyle on his knees. She rubs against him as she leans down to kiss Kyle, fingers hooking in the ring of his collar and tongue pushing into his mouth. Edward's already taken him down, hard and fast, with one hand squeezing his throat and the other on his cock, whispering all of the things they have planned for him and all the little ways they could break him if they wanted to. Jaye wants to, and Kyle clearly needs it.
Kyle whimpers into the kiss, yielding utterly to Jaye, to both of them. He keeps his hands clasped behind his back, wanting to touch Jaye but knowing better. What's important, though, is that for the first time all day his mind's gone quiet and he sighs in relief, his whole body going loose.
Edward keeps an eye on Kyle as he hikes up Jaye's skirt, cursing women's fashion and their damn maxi-skirts, the miles of fabric between him and his goal. Jaye's no help, moving her hips in what turns into a steady rhythm; he guesses it's the same one she's using to fuck Kyle's mouth with her tongue, but it's just a little inconvenient when he's dragging her panties down her thighs. He pushes two fingers into her, completely unsurprised that she's slick already, and he reaches around her to slide his fingers into Kyle's mouth, forcing her to break the kiss.
Edward's fingers taste of Jaye and Kyle sucks them in eagerly, tongue flicking over his skin to get every last bit of her off Edward's skin.
Jaye moves out from between them, watching while she strips and while Kyle works his mouth against Edward's hand. She watches Edward draw Kyle forward, cupping the back of his head, until Kyle's nose brushes the fabric of Edward's trousers and the line of his cock underneath. So that's how this is going to go, using Kyle's mouth in turns, his ass, everything but his cock until he begs and breaks.
Kyle works Edward's pants open with his teeth and tongue, grateful when Edward lets them fall and steps out of them. His boxers are next, Kyle tugging the fabric down carefully, and then he's got Edward's cock in his mouth, almost down his throat, and he's lost track of Jaye, but she'll let him know what she wants, he's certain of that.
"Fucking hell," Edward says under his breath, trying to remember the last time Kyle took him in *that* eagerly, deep and fast. He curls his hand in what little hair Kyle has and then thinks the better of it, slipping his fingers into the back of his collar instead. Jaye left him just enough slack not to choke Kyle, not that way, and just enough to hold him still and fuck his mouth.
For her part, Jaye settles on her knees behind Kyle, a bottle of lube, latex and a plug at her side. She covers her hand and slicks her fingers, going easy on Kyle for now as she stretches him.
The sound he makes is muffled by Edward's cock, which is probably just as well, Kyle thinks vaguely. The collar's tight around his throat with Edward's fingers holding it, not choking him but he's got nowhere to go. Edward's fucking his mouth, deep and steady, and Jaye has two fingers deep inside him and something inside Kyle just untwists slowly.
"That's it, baby," Jaye murmurs in Kyle's ear. "We've got you and we're not letting go. You're *ours*."
Edward has to stop Kyle and he knows it. He just doesn't want to, not at all, and he groans as he pulls away from the heat of Kyle's mouth. "Let Jaye hear you now. Feels good, doesn't it, having her fingers in you? I took her hand last night, came so hard I saw stars."
Jaye takes this opportunity to twist her fingers, hard, and Kyle cries out, hands flexing behind his back. Again, and he makes a sound that's distressingly close to a whine, closing his eyes against the pleasure.
"That's not all that happened, of course," Edward says, stepping back to unbutton his shirt. "Jaye told me all the dirty little fantasies she's been having, the ones about you and me together. She wants to see you bound, hands over your head, on your knees. She asked if I'd use my mouth on you, lick you open before I fucked you."
"Except he turned it back on me," Jaye says, her hand pushing on Kyle's shoulder until he gets the idea and drops forward onto his hands. "He held me like this and fucked me with one of my own toys while he tongued my ass. Then he let me have his boy to ride."
Kyle licks dry lips, trying to find a response, but it seems all he can do is tremble and moan as Jaye pushes another finger into him. He wants--God, he wants them both, wants everything and anything they're willing to give him. "Anything," he whispers. "Please."
Jaye catches Edward's eye and nods slightly, sliding her fingers free when Edward's ready to take her place. She sits down on the floor in front of Kyle, leaning back on her hands and raising her knees. "Lick me," she says. When Kyle bends, mouth barely touching her, Edward smacks his ass, bare-handed and hard.
Kyle hisses, shifting slightly to better brace himself. He tries, as best he can, to ignore the next blow, focusing on Jaye's cunt, on the scent and taste of her, but he's not all that successful.
"It's okay," Jaye says, stroking Kyle's shoulder. "Cry out if you need to. You know it gets Edward all hot and bothered, and I can be patient."
"Thank you, Mistress," Kyle whispers. Edward spanks him again and he does cry out, keeping count in his head because it would be just like one or both of them to demand a number.
Edward likes the way Kyle sounds, muffled by Jaye, and the way he looks like this, ass reddening prettily, hole slick and stretched. He pauses between smacks to press two fingers in, crooking and twisting them until Kyle moans for him.
Kyle's mental count is up to thirty when Edward stops for the moment and Jaye hooks a finger in the ring of his collar, drawing him down against her cunt. He licks her the way he knows she loves, alternating licking and sucking on her clit, Edward still fucking him with his fingers.
"Always so good at this," Jaye says, pressing up against Kyle's mouth and letting her head fall back. She's startled to feel Edward's fingers on her breast, pinching and stroking her nipples in turn, but between the two of them, she shudders and comes, clenching her teeth against the way she wants to shout.
Kyle gentles his mouth, but doesn't stop until Jaye sighs and pushes his head away. He licks his lips, breathing as evenly as he can, and waits for what's next.
What's next is Jaye pushing Kyle away, pulling him up until she can kiss him and shifting forward until she can rub against his cock. It wouldn't take much to let him slip inside her, to take him into her cunt and pulse around him. Edward would hold him still for her, she knows, and let her fuck herself on his cock for as long as she wanted, using him like one of her toys. She whispers all of this in Kyle's ear with Edward's hands quick and practiced between them, fastening ring around Kyle's cock and balls and catching his nipples in the pair of light clamps.
Kyle shudders between them, swallowing hard at the feel of the cock ring, the clamps. They're neither one as painful as they could be but that'll change with time, and he's fairly certain the scene isn't going to end any time soon. "Please," he whispers, not even knowing why or what he's asking for.
"Please? Please what, puppy?" Edward asks, covering the plug Jaye picked with a condom. "Please fuck you? Please let you come? Please hurt you, flog you, take you apart?" He teases Kyle with the toy, rubbing against his hole without pushing in, not yet. "Please stretch you wide and fill you like no one else can do, because your ass belongs to me?"
"Every inch of you belongs to us," Jaye says, sliding her hands down to cup Kyle's cheeks and spread him for Edward. "Every single part of you is ours to play with."
"Anything, sir," Kyle manages. "Mistress. Everything. Please." Edward pushes the toy into him and he groans, arching his back.
"I want to see you crawl," Jaye says, raking her nails over Kyle's ass. "I want you spread out on the cross for us. Go on, sweetheart." She gets to her feet and gives him room to move, offering her hand to Edward to help him up.
"I do love the way you think," Edward murmurs to Jaye, pulling her back against him. He bends his head and kisses her, not letting himself linger over it because he knows she won't let him.
"Yes, Mistress," Kyle murmurs, sliding to hands and knees and crawling across the room to the cross. His breathing isn't quite steady and he has to pause once, just to adjust to the feel of the toys on him and in him. When he reaches the cross, he gets to his feet, and Edward's there to fasten the cuffs around his wrists.
"Good boy," Edward says, stroking Kyle's back. He presses a kiss to the back of Kyle's neck, just below the line of his collar, standing just close enough to feel the heat rising from Kyle's skin. "My boy."
"Yours, sir," Kyle says softly.
Edward smiles and slips the blindfold over Kyle's eyes, pressing fully against him for a long moment. He only steps back when Jaye's settled on her knees behind the cross, when he sees the way her tongue darts out to lick the tip of Kyle's cock. She likes the small sensations, and his role here is to balance those, the weight of the flogger in his hand just right for the task. He lets the tails fly through the air to land against Kyle's shoulders as she sucks him, and he can imagine well the way she takes him in a little at a time.
Pain and pleasure, and it all winds together through him, into him. Kyle doesn't try to hold back the broken sounds he makes, a moan from Jaye's mouth on him and a gasp when the flogger lands against his back. His hands clench around the chains on the cuffs, his knees threatening to buckle for a moment before he gets his balance back.
The moment Kyle breaks, Edward knows it. It's in the drop of his head and the bend of his knees, the fractured sob that builds in his throat and spills from his lips. It's not enough to make him stop or even halt the swing of the flogger, the leather catching the tops of Kyle's thighs, just under the curve of his ass.
Kyle sags against the cross, gasping for every breath, feeling the strain in his arms from where the cuffs hold him up, the burn in his nipples from the clamps. His back's on fire from shoulders to thighs, he's so hard it hurts, and all he wants is more, anything they want to give him. When the flogger stops, he almost doesn't realize it for a moment, he's so lost.
Jaye licks Kyle one last time and rises. She leans in close and unfastens the clamp around one of his nipples, replacing it with her mouth, her teeth softer against him than the rubber-covered metal tips but not by much.
Kyle hisses in a breath, twisting under her mouth, not that he can go anywhere. The tiny part of his brain that's still working wonders if Edward's finding something else to use on him. Single-tail, maybe, or studded cat, something that'll mark him, leave welts or bruises to remind him of this tomorrow.
"Jaye," Edward says softly, a bit of warning in it. She gives him a dirty look over Kyle's shoulder, but it's not anything he hasn't seen a million times in their lifetime together, and she moves back after taking off the second clamp.
"Just hang on, sweetheart," Jaye whispers to Kyle. A split-second later, the whip cracks through the air and against Kyle's back. She moves well out of range to watch, admiring Edward's technique as much as the neatly crossed lines he leaves behind with every strike.
With every crack of the whip, a little more of him falls away. He cries out hoarsely, unable to focus on anything but the pain and the pleasure. Edward doesn't spare him, striping his back and his ass, but it's not until the whip crosses the tops of his thighs that Kyle screams.
*That*. That's what Edward's been pushing toward and what he draws out of Kyle one more time before letting the tail of the whip fall. He sets it aside and moves to the cross, wrapping his arm around Kyle's waist and opening the cuffs at his wrists with his other hand. "I've got you, sweetheart," he says. "That was gorgeous."
Kyle nearly falls against him, shaking. "Sir," he whispers, his heart pounding. "Sir." He gives up on standing and simply slides to his knees, resting his head against Edward's hip.
"I've got you," Edward says again, stroking Kyle's hair. "That's exactly what you needed, isn't it, baby?"
Kyle nods, unable to speak.
"That's not all, though, is it?" Jaye asks, laying her hand on Kyle's shoulder. "Not by a long shot, and we're not finished with you."
"Anything you want, Mistress," Kyle whispers. "Sir."
"Just me," Jaye says. "Edward's had his turn and now it's mine. Take him to the bed, Edward, please."
Edward doesn't ask Kyle to walk; he just hooks a finger in his collar and leads him on his knees, helping him up onto the soft blankets. He sits behind him, letting Kyle lean back against him. "Close your eyes, baby. The blindfold's coming off," he says a moment before sliding it free.
Kyle keeps his eyes closed, but rubs them with the back of a hand, scrubbing away dried tears. He breathes out slowly, turning his head into Edward's neck.
"It's okay," Edward says, running his hands down Kyle's arms. "You don't have to hide."
"Look at me, Kyle," Jaye says, touching her hand to his thigh. "Edward's going to hold you for me now."
"Yes, Mistress," Kyle murmurs, blinking his eyes open to look at Jaye.
Jaye climbs onto the bed with them, kneeling between Kyle's legs. She leans over him to kiss Edward first, stopping when Edward moans for her and lifts one hand from Kyle to reach for her. "Later," she tells him, turning her head to kiss Kyle. Each brush of her lips against his is measured and deliberate, matched with a sweep of her fingers over his stomach, the inside of his thigh, the length of his cock.
It's her pace, whatever she wants. Kyle can't keep from shivering at her touch, muscles tensing and relaxing as she strokes his skin, but he keeps from pushing up into it the way he wants, badly, to do. The plug inside him, almost forgotten earlier, nudges him and makes him groan.
"You're feeling it, aren't you?" Jaye says against Kyle's mouth, feeling his hips thrust up the tiniest bit. "My little toy, getting you ready for me. It's nothing, Kyle. You can take so much more; you're going to take so much more from me." She slides her hands to his knees, drawing them up until Edward hooks his hands under them, holding Kyle steady and spread. She pushes one of the firm pillows under him and pulls gently on the base of the plug.
The plug slides out easily and Kyle moans, feeling open and empty. Edward's hands are gentle but firm against his skin and he relaxes into it, knowing Edward won't let him go.
Jaye gloves her hand again and slicks her fingers, slipping into Kyle so much easier this time. "I love the way you feel," she says. "So hot, almost as slick as I am, and still so tight."
"Thank you, Mistress," Kyle says softly, his eyes half-closing in pleasure. His breath hitches and he groans when she twists her hand, but he knows better than to ask for more. She'll give it to him, or she won't; it's not his call.
Jaye loses track of time, of everything but the easy curls and thrusts and scissorings of her fingers and the slow rhythm of adding another, taking it away, building and stretching Kyle until she has her thumb left outside of his body. Then she doesn't even have that, the widest part of her hand opening him and easing in.
Kyle licks his lips, feeling like he can't breathe from the sheer pleasure of it. He feels it just as Jaye does, when his body just takes her in, when she curls her fingers inside him and he moans helplessly, pushing back without meaning to. "Please," he whispers. "Mistress, please."
"Yes," Jaye whispers back to him, bending to use her hand and mouth to unfasten the cockring. That's all of the touch he gets, she sits back when she's finished, eyes meeting his. "Come now, Kyle."
He doesn't come so much as he comes apart, pleasure ripping through him so hard he sobs, tears on his lashes. It seems to never end, going on and on until he can't take anymore, until he falls back against Edward, half-conscious at best and barely aware of anything.
Jaye withdraws carefully, flexing her hand when it's free and getting rid of the glove. She wipes Kyle's stomach and chest and helps Edward lay him down on his side, stretching out beside him and wrapping her arms around him.
Kyle burrows into them both, crying softly and not caring. They don't let him go; they hold him close and murmur to him and stroke him and eventually he calms, utterly spent.
Edward drags a blanket up over them, knowing Jaye will eventually get up and turn off the lights, and this is as good a place as any to sleep for the night. "I love you," he says, kissing Kyle's shoulder. "And you," he adds, squeezing Jaye's hand.
"We know," Jaye says. "Rest now, both of you."
Kyle's already asleep.
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