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Jared folded his arms over his chest and glared at all of us. "I don’t think this is a good idea. But Connor will be in good hands, and if I decide it's getting to be too much for him, I’ll shut this down." Jared gave me another long look, though he was addressing Alex.
“From what I know of him, a lot of things seem to be too much for him."
A lot of things seemed to be too much for me? Really? Okay, why was he insulting me and discussing me in the third person? And why was I just standing there letting him do it? I felt frozen, but every time I opened my mouth to speak up, the words died in my throat, so that I no doubt resembled a fish gulping for air. I took a deep breath and got hold of myself and said the first thing that popped in my head.
"I think I can take anything you…or Master Alex can dish out."
The second those words left my lips I regretted them. What the fuck was I saying? Had I just issued these men a fucking challenge?
I felt Cruz’s sharp elbow in my side. “Connor, don't be rude," he warned, whispering in my ear. "Everyone will think you're a brat."
Master Alex just looked at me, still smiling a little. "Well then, what do you say? Do you want to play a little?”
"Why not?" I said, lifting my chin in the air.
"Great," Master Alex said, and he got up on the platform. I put my foot up on the little platform to join him, but I stumbled and though I tried not to fall, I still caught my foot on the edge and landed in an ungraceful sprawl on the floor in front of him, my cheek pressed flat on the floor and my ass high in the air. He knelt down beside me and said, “Not that I don't appreciate the view, but I think you’d be more comfortable on your knees for now."
I heard a few of the onlookers laugh, so I scrambled to my feet and glared at everyone who was gathering, only about eight to ten people, but my face was still hot and burning. I saw that Jared was still there, looking on and in fact, he’d come up beside me. I knew he disapproved of this and thought I was more of a little or a middle, to be exact. I thought I might be too, but this fascinated and attracted me too. Ever since I’d seen Jared with that sub at the club. I knew I had to find out for sure.
“Come on," Master Alex said, motioning to me. "You do want to be flogged, don’t you?” He looked me over speculatively and then something changed in his eyes, and he leaned in close—so close I could smell the cinnamon gum on his breath. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, Connor,” he said softly. “I can stop this right now if you like. And you can stop it at any time with just one word."
“I know. But no, I-I really want to. Please let me try, Sir.” And the words came out loud and strong, seeming to well up out of my soul from some hitherto unknown and unheeded source. I realized I did want to be tied up. To give up control to someone else and let them take the wheel, so that all I had to do was feel and live in that moment. Not worry about what was going to happen next and how I was going to dig my way out of the hole my life had become. I’d made a mess of things. Not that this was punishment, and not that I needed any punishment, but in a way, I felt like I did. I'd somehow let my life go off the rails and lost everything that had ever been important to me.
And this—this was something I fantasized about in the privacy of my bedroom, but I'd thought I could get the nerve to do it. My cock twitched in eagerness.
“Are you sure?” Master Alex prompted me.
“Yeah, I’m sure.”
Jared leaned in close to me and caught my gaze. I couldn't have looked away from all that pale blue if my life depended on it. “That should be, yes...Sir,” he told me, his breath gently gusting against my face. He had spoken softly, instructively, and not at all impatiently, but he still had that gleam in his eye that made me wonder if I was in way over my head. I knew Master Alex wouldn’t hurt me more than I could take—not physically, anyway. I'd have safe words if I wanted it to stop or slow down. He might try to make me suffer a little, but I expected that. I wanted it, and I wanted Jared to see that I was brave enough and strong enough to do this. I thought I was probably a little bit in love with Jared. Maybe more than a little. Even though he’d made it clear the feeling wasn’t mutual.
"For as long as we're in the scene,” Master Alex explained, “I’ll be your Dom, and Master Jared has agreed to oversee your welfare. You’ll address us both as Sir. We'll take care of you, make sure you're okay with everything we're doing, but for the duration, you’re our submissive, and we'll treat you accordingly. Are we agreed that you want this?"
I blinked at him. Was this going to work? I was nervous. Maybe I couldn’t do it. I shouldn’t try this here in front of everyone. Never. Nope. Not in a million years. No way, Jose. Not going to happen. Nyet.
“Yes, Sir,” I replied instead, like the tower of strength and resolve I was.
“Good boy,” Jared said and gazed down at me, and again, the words were almost tender, and they felt a little like a caress. He nodded, held out his hand again, and I took it trustingly. He led me over next to the St. Andrew's cross. He let go of my hand and gestured to the floor in front of him. “On your knees, pet.”
I hesitated for a fraction of a second and got a lifted eyebrow. Quickly, I sagged down, feeling as deflated as a balloon somebody had pricked with a pin. I tried desperately to remember what I had learned about the cross. They were simple, usually wooden, riggings, with leather cuffs at each end of the X-shape. Doms used them to secure their subs for floggings, whippings and cane use, among other things.
Alex, or Master Alex, as I corrected in my head, was holding a flogger and letting the falls run gently through the fingers of the opposite hand. The rasp of deerskin seemed loud in the hush that had fallen over our little group. Jared stood beside me as I knelt at his feet. It was getting real, and I gulped and looked out at Cruz for reassurance. Jared pushed my head back down and then kept it there, his hand ruffling through my hair and caressing the back of my neck as he talked softly with Master Alex. I couldn’t quite make out what they were saying, but it was no doubt ways to torture me. I still managed to angle my head up to watch him. Jared knelt down to my eye level and lifted my chin with one hand. "What’s your safe word, Connor?”
I, uh…” I shrugged, and he tapped my cheek. Not hard enough to be a slap, but a little too hard to be just a pat. “Words, Connor. From now until the scene is ended, we'll need your words. Your sounds. They belong to us, and we want all of them."
I looked up at him and saw what I thought was arrogance gleaming in his eyes, but along with it, something new that I couldn't identify. Something intense and powerful. He tapped my cheek again. Harder this time. “Answer me, or step away.”
“No, I mean, yes, Sir. I understand.”
“Well, then?”
“I’ll use 'red' and 'yellow' for now, Sir.”
“Nothing stops unless you say these words, do you understand? If you say ‘red,’ everything stops. ‘Yellow,’ and we pause so we can talk about it and decide if you want to go on. Any questions?”
“No, Sir.”
He smiled at me. “Then let’s begin.”
