He let it go for now, though, and looked at me. “Okay, so how do you play into…” He gestured at Aaron and himself. “He wants pain, and I can give pain. What are you doing during all of this?”
“That’s negotiable.” I moved my hand from Aaron’s knee to his inner thigh, pleased when that made both Aaron and Kelly squirm. “In my mind, the perfect scene is Aaron begging me for pain, and you begging me to let you give it to him.”
They both fidgeted. Aaron glanced at Kelly, and when Kelly bit his lip, Aaron’s gaze went straight to his mouth.
I grinned. “Does that sound…doable?”
“Uh-huh,” Kelly murmured, eyes locked on Aaron. “Y-yeah.” He paused, then must have remembered himself and looked at me. “Yeah. That’s… That’s doable. I can do that. Totally.” He moistened his lips again. “What kind of pain are we talking about?”
I turned to Aaron, eyebrows up.
He glanced at me before he spoke. “I’m not into knife play or anything like that. And nothing that leaves marks that might be visible at work.” He gestured at his face and neck. “Hands and wrists, I have to be careful. Anything above the wrist, I have shirts that are thick enough to conceal. But I would, um, just as soon not have to explain away a bruise to a judge.”
“Again,” I said.
“Again,” he acknowledged.
Kelly’s eyebrow shot up. “Is there a story there?”
My husband and I exchanged sheepish looks. Shaking his head, Aaron said, “The short version is that we got carried away one night, and a restraint bit into my wrist. It wasn’t all that painful in the moment, but the next day?” He grimaced. “Nice big rope burn and a bruise. It was small enough I could’ve covered it with my watch, except for the minor detail where…it hurt. And not in a fun way.”
“Ouch.” Kelly rubbed his own wrist and made a face. “Okay, so nothing that’s visible and might cause an awkward conversation. Got it.”
Aaron nodded. “What I really like is floggers and whips.” He shifted on the cushion as if just thinking about it made him restless with need. Knowing him, it probably did. “The more sting, the better.”
“Ooh, whips?” Kelly sat up straighter. “Now you’re speaking my language.”
Aaron’s eyes lit up, sending a shiver through me. “Yeah?”
Kelly nodded vigorously. “Oh, fuck yeah. This Dom I know taught me how to use a single tail, and…ungh. God.” He squirmed. “There is just nothing hotter than the sounds a man makes when one of those fuckers hits him just right.”
Aaron turned to me, eyes wide, and he gestured at Kelly. “Can we keep him? Please?”
I laughed, squeezing his thigh. “You like the sound of that?”
“God, yes,” he murmured, practically shuddering. To Kelly, he said, “Do you have whips?”
“Several.”
Aaron made a quiet noise that brought a chuckle out of me. Whatever nerves he’d had about this, I was pretty sure they’d vanished the moment Kelly had said single tail.
“So what about limits?” Kelly asked. “Besides visible marks?”
“No electrostim,” Aaron said quickly.
Kelly nodded. “Okay.”
I almost breathed an audible sigh of relief. Some guys were curious enough about that particular limit (or at least Aaron’s adamance about it) that they asked why, which was reasonable, but just discussing his reasons for it could be enough to put a damper on Aaron’s mood for the rest of the night. To Kelly, I said, “And anal is a no-go for you?”
“Yep.”
“Does that mean just when you’re participating?” I gestured at Aaron. “Like if I want to fuck him while we’re fooling around, does that bother you?”
“Oh God, no.” Kelly waved a hand. “Hell, I love watching. I just don’t like it myself.”
“Oh.” Aaron brightened and he said with a devilish grin, “That could be fun.”
I grinned back, running my thumb alongside his knee and savoring the way it made him shiver. To Kelly, I said, “So if Aaron takes a beating from you, and I want to reward you both by fucking him while he blows you…”
Now neither of them could sit still, and goose bumps prickled up the length of my spine. For all my worries and reservations about bringing in someone to push Aaron’s masochist buttons, I was onboard now. This was going to be fun.
But we still had some ground to cover before we could start playing. Even if the pre-play negotiations got a little dry and businesslike, that was a price I happily paid to keep things safe, sane, and consensual.