Page 43 of Shattered Dreams
“I see.” Elliot rested his arms on the table in front of him. “I can do those things. But I don’t want to have to fight you at every turn, Maxwell. You’ve been in charge for a long time. Do you think you can hand the reins over to me?”
Max made a frustrated sound. “Hell, I don’t know. I want to, but it’s been forever since I’ve actually done it.”
“I’m not expecting perfection.” Elliot waited for Max to look at him before continuing. “I’m new at this, there’s no doubt about that. I’ll stumble, probably even step in it. I may ask for too much or push your boundaries too fast. I need you to talk to me when I do. I’m not stupid, but I’m not a mind-reader either.”
Max fiddled with his cup. “I get that. I’ll try to remember in the heat of the moment, but sometimes that’s hard.”
Lizzie sighed rather loudly. “Then let’s go back to basics, boys. Safe words all the way around, negotiation for any and all scenes, and clear-cut rules we’ve all agreed to.” She looked at her husband. “We’ve been together for years, we know our roles in the dynamic and can usually predict how the other will react, but with Daddy - we need to revisit those early days, until he can catch up with us.”
Max nodded. “A good idea.” He nudged a paper that was at his elbow. One that Elliot hadn’t noticed when he’d first sat down. “These are my limits, both soft and hard. I’ve had to adjust them a bit to allow for my current physical condition…”
“As is expected,” Elliot spoke softly, knowing the other man was obviously embarrassed by the fact. “I would’ve been very upset if you hadn’t, or selected things that would further damage you, Maxwell. I’m not into the power exchange for inflicting pain, but because I have a need to take care of my bottoms. Don’t get me wrong, it makes me hard as hell to know that sexually I can dominate the hell out of both of you. But ultimately, it’s the dynamic you and Elizabeth share that I covet. I want that closeness, that affection. Witnessing her kneeling at your side, taking comfort from something as simple as your hand resting on her head was beautiful. And I want that.”
“Damn, I didn’t know that you were a poet, Daddy.” Lizzie whispered; her voice filled with tears.
“Language.” He sighed. “That’s twice you both have cursed in front of me. What am I going to do with you two?”
“Go over our stuff, ask your questions, answer ours, and get our punishments out of the way.” Max rattled off the options like a grocery list. “I want to go to bed tonight with a clean slate.”
Elliot nodded, then rolled up his sleeves. “Alright, let’s get down to it then.”
* * *
Lizzie slowly sipped on her coffee as Daddy slowly read through first her list, then Master’s. Every so often he’d pause to ask a question for clarification. She could see why Raine had been bragging about his natural abilities. He might not have the years of experience that Master had, but he was thorough. He really didn’t want to fuck this up, she realized.
“So, let me ask this.” He leveled a look at Max. “Elizabeth says that cupping is one of her kinks, as well as fire play, but you have marked it as a hard limit. If I were to train and learn either of these skills, would you have an issue with me indulging her kink?”
“No.” Max fidgeted a bit. “I probably wouldn’t be able to watch it though.” He sighed. “I dealt with Raine’s self-harm episodes when Lizzie and I first got together, and unfortunately it totally turned me off to the whole fire thing.” He winced. “Instead of a knife, he likes to use a lighter to self-harm. Even knowing under the right guidance that Lizzie is safe, it still makes my stomach turn over.”
Elliot nodded. “Then we’ll table this until a later date if I decide to take a class or two. It is definitely not something I would do without training.”
“Master also arranges for me to go to the spa and have cupping done there, because he knows I like it so much.” Lizzie volunteered. “So, it’s not an immediate issue.”
“That’s good to know.” Elliot turned to the next page. “Ultimately though it isn’t a specific act that I’m asking about. Am I allowed to top Lizzie by myself, or do you need to be present?”
“A tricky question.” Max seemed nervous, but she could understand why. He’d always been present when another master played with her or punished her. Her Master was a possessive man. The question was - would it be a deal breaker for Elliot?
“I don’t mean it to be.” Elliot picked up his own cup of coffee. “I totally get it if you don’t feel comfortable at first with me scening alone with her. The fact that you allowed me to punish her, without being physically present, was a stretch of faith on your part.”
Relief filled her husband’s face. “You get it. I want to trust you wholly with her, but…”
“You’re not there yet.” Elliot nodded. “Another issue we’ll revisit. I can handle having you watch me. In fact, I’ll get more pleasure out of the scene with both of you present than with just one or the other.”
“Then why?” Lizzie was confused. “If you like topping two at a time rather than one, why would you ask about doing it with just one or the other?”
“Because life isn’t perfect.” Elliot sighed. “With my schedule, yours, and Maxwell’s there will be times that all three of us can’t be together. I need to know if I need to separate sex acts from general care-giving until the missing person is present.”
Max seemed to relax right before her eyes. “I understand what you’re asking. At first, I’d like to be present for any intimacy, but once we know one another better, it shouldn’t be an issue as long as you don’t hide it from me. I realize that there may be times that Lizzie has needs, and that I may not physically be able to satisfy them – I don’t have an issue with you doing it, but I want to know.”
“Acceptable.” Elliot nodded. “Ultimately, I want the three of us together - each and every time - but I also want the option to be able to satisfy either of you when the need arises.”
“See Master, it’s just not about him wanting to sleep with your wife, he wants you too.”
Elliot nodded. “I’ve never made a secret of that, Elizabeth. I told him outright the first time we spoke about a possible relationship.”
“I wish I would’ve been there.” Lizzie sighed. “I bet it was hot to watch you two butt heads.”
“Doubtful.” Elliot set the papers aside. “Are there any more questions or concerns?”
