Two Masters for Alex (12 page)

Not that she wanted to become part of their relationship. She did want to submit as honestly and courageously as she could to what she termed in her head as a “real Dom”, which she believed Liam to be. She most certainly wasn’t looking for love, and even if she were, it wouldn’t be with two men involved in a gay love affair! She had to honestly admit she was far too self-centered for that.
She
wanted to be the center of attention, not some “extension of their lovemaking”!

“You’re done so soon?” Alex jumped at Daniel’s voice. She glanced through the kitchen window, half expecting to still see him at the back of the property, digging in the dirt.

“Oh,” she said, almost hiding her half-eaten banana behind her back before realizing how silly that was. “I’m done with the stairs. I still have the rest of the chores to do. I was hungry. I was taking a quick break.” She held up the banana by way of proof.

“Okay. I don’t mind your taking breaks when you need to.” Daniel wiped his forehead with his arm. His face was flushed with heat. “It’s getting hot out there already. I came in for a glass of water.”

“I’ll get it,” Alex said, moving to the cabinet where glasses were kept. She poured him a glass of cold water from a pitcher in the refrigerator and handed it to him. He thanked her and drank it in one go before holding it out for a refill.

“Maybe you should help me with some weeding before it gets too hot,” he said. “I really want the flowerbeds done before Liam gets home. I’ll help you inside if it gets too late.”

“Sure,” Alex said, happy to get out of scrubbing the toilet at least for the time being.

She put on her sneakers at Daniel’s insistence before following him outside. He showed her the flowerbeds in need of weeding, gave her gardening gloves, a small trowel and a plastic bag for the weeds. “I’m going to get you a hat. Your face will burn otherwise.” He went back into the house, returning in a moment with a baseball cap. Alex pulled it over her head and grinned up at him. The hat was too big but it would do the job.

“Just pull whatever isn’t a flower, right?” she asked.

“You got it. After you finish these beds, you can do the ones around the tree trunks and in the front of the house. I’ll be working back by the pond if you need me.” Alex nodded, pleased with her new task. The warm summer air smelled fresh, the gentle fragrance of the flowers like sweet perfume. She liked being outside and realized with a small shock she hadn’t left their house since arriving there the morning before. Her car was still parked neatly off to one side of the driveway in front, or she presumed it was.

Alex fell into a daydream as she weeded, reliving the night before. How humiliating it had been to be thrust naked into that dog cage! Yet at the same time, something had triggered inside her at being confined to the small space as she watched the wildly sexy scene unfold before her. She’d seen other subs being spanked or whipped before, but she’d never seen a Dom as loving and sensual as Liam had been. Alternating between tenderness and red-hot passion, he brought Daniel to a groaning, shuddering release. She thought again of Daniel’s ability to come on command and wondered if she could do that. She doubted it. Her orgasms seemed to control her, not the other way around. The spanking that followed, punctuated by Daniel’s sexy moans and cries, had left Alex throbbing with need, a need still unrequited, she realized.

Alex finished one bed of flowers and stood, moving to the next. She could no longer see Daniel at the back of the property, several large trees blocking her view. She knelt to continue weeding, her mind returning to the events of the night before. Idly she slipped her hand into the back of her shorts, feeling the welts still slightly raised on her ass.

Had Daniel been freshly marked this morning? Did he bend and kiss the tops of Liam’s feet, thanking his Master for the cruel sting of his lash, like something straight out of an erotic fairy tale?

Alex sighed, wondering if she’d ever find a man like Liam for her own. A man who would have the skill and courage to dominate her properly but still love and cherish her, as much enslaved by his love for her as she was by him. Alex shook her head. What in the world was she thinking? She was way too young to be shackled to one guy. She didn’t need love! She’d done just fine for twenty-four years without it. It was vastly overrated, of that she was certain. Sure, she wrote about it in her novels, but that was fiction. Real life never worked out the way the romance novels portrayed. What she craved was intensity of experience! She was a free spirit! A wild child!

She returned to the images scrolling through her mind from the night before, Liam and Daniel locked in an embrace as they kissed in front of the girl behind bars. She might have been little more than their pet, caged for the night. She might not have been there at all! How sexy they’d been, two masculine, virile men, wrapped in each other’s arms, dark head dipping to blond as lips met and parted…

Barely aware of what she was doing, Alex slipped her fingers into the front of her low-slung shorts, finding her bare pussy as she knelt, her knees spread wide on the soft grass near the flowers. Jesus, her fingers felt so good, though nowhere near as good as the night before when she’d been bound to the table, soundly whipped before those warm, perfect fingers had taken over her body, invading her sex, leaving her blind, deaf and dumb with explosive pleasure…

“What the…!”

Alex found herself being hauled up violently by the arm as she was wrenched to a standing position. “Christ, Alex! Are you
trying
to get yourself punished?”

She pulled herself from Daniel’s grasp, blushing hotly. “Oh god! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! I was daydreaming. I don’t know what I was doing—”

Daniel cut her off. “
I
know what you were doing! Come inside. Now.” Without waiting to see if she followed, Daniel turned away and strode toward the back door. Alex followed, whispering, “Shit, shit, shit, shit.”

When she entered the kitchen, Daniel was already sitting at the table. He pointed to the seat across from his and said, “Sit.”

“Do you want some more water? I could—”

“Just sit,” Daniel said. “Now.”

Alex slid into the chair, nervously tapping her foot. Damn, why had she been such an idiot! She wanted to apologize again, to beg forgiveness, to deny what she’d been doing, to ask for another chance. She dared to glance up at Daniel, his mouth set in a
thin line as he regarded her. She held her breath, waiting for him order her to return to the cage until Liam came home, or worse, to pack and get out.

Instead, he said, “Alex. What are you doing here?”

“What?”

“I want to know. Why did you place that ad claiming to seek an honest submissive experience? Clearly that’s not what you’re after.”

“I am after that! I am! I didn’t mean to touch myself, it’s just that—”

“Stop it. A submissive obeys her Master’s express commands. Since you’ve been here you’ve willfully violated the order not to touch yourself not once but twice! You’ve tried to manipulate your way out of chores. You’ve made excuses for yourself and tried to talk your way out of things. None of that is submissive behavior. I think you’re just a masochistic slut out for a week of free room and board with some kinky sex thrown in.”

“No!” Alex felt her face reddening as indignation rose in her like a volcano. “That’s not fair! I admit I’m not trained like you are, but I’m trying! I’m trying to do everything you say! Except for the touching thing,” she turned away, embarrassed, her voice dropping.

Daniel shook his head, his arms folding resolutely over his chest. He started to speak but Alex cut him off, afraid he was going to send her away. “Please! Please, Daniel, give me one last chance. I’ll do anything! I’ll clean the toilet with a toothbrush, I won’t use hot water for a week, I’ll wear a chastity belt, anything! Just don’t send me away!” As she beseeched him, Alex knew she sounded desperate and childish, but she couldn’t stop. She realized she desperately wanted to stay, at least for the week. She meant it when she said she’d try harder. What was a few moments of stolen pleasure compared to the chance to learn to submit with grace as Daniel so clearly did? She waited, holding her breath, tears filling her eyes. One slipped onto her cheek and she brushed it away, afraid Daniel would again think she was manipulating him.

“You’ll do anything, huh?” Eagerly Alex nodded. “Wear a chastity belt? No hot water in the shower? Anything I come up with as a punishment?”

“Anything,” she breathed, meaning it.

Daniel cocked his eyebrow and smiled slowly, the curve of his lips decidedly cruel. “All right then. One more chance.”

“Oh thank you, thank you!” Impulsively Alex dropped to the ground, kneeling to kiss Daniel’s foot.

He reached out and gripped her shoulder, pulling her up. “We’ll start,” he said slowly, his lovely blue-gray eyes hard, “with your punishment.”

Chapter Seven

“Discipline,” Daniel said, as he walked slowly around the low, wide, padded stool where Alex lay on her back, naked, her ankles secured to the legs of the stool, her knees spread wide. Her head was hanging over the back of the stool, her hands bracing her body by pressing flat against the floor. It wasn’t the most comfortable of positions.

“That’s what you lack. An inability, or at least an unwillingness, to withhold your own pleasure.” He leaned down, running his finger along her smooth outer labia. Alex took a deep breath, forcing herself not to arch up to his touch.

“I saw you, you know. Your fingers buried in your pussy when you thought no one was watching. Turns you on to see two guys together, huh?” Alex closed her eyes, embarrassed to realize she’d been observed. Suddenly Daniel’s face was level with hers. He gripped her hair. “Answer a direct question.”

“Yes, Sir,” she breathed, at once startled and aroused by his show of power.

“Yes,” Daniel nodded, releasing her hair. “You’re a slut. Not that that’s a bad thing.” He smiled and moved away. Again she felt his fingers trail over her mons, one sliding into her tight tunnel as she groaned. “You should always be wet for your Master, but that’s the key.
For your Master
. Not to get yourself off at every opportunity. You
claim
you want to submit. Now is your chance to prove it. I’m going to touch you in whatever way pleases me. Your ankles are tied but you still have quite a bit of freedom of movement. This is where the discipline comes in. Whatever I do, and whatever you might be feeling, you are not to close your legs. Understand? You are to submit to whatever I mete out with what little grace you might possess. Not only that, you’d better not come. No matter what I do, you may not orgasm. Got it?”

Alex nodded. She could feel her heart thudding against her ribs. Nevertheless, she was determined to obey him. Despite her nervous anticipation, she had to admit she was aroused as hell by the situation. To be naked and tied down while an extremely sexy guy touched her pussy—frankly it didn’t seem like much of a punishment!

She felt his large hands glide over her breasts, finding and tweaking the tips. Her nipples rose hard against his fingers. In her mind’s eye, she imagined him draping his strong body over hers, slipping his hard cock into her willing wetness…

She couldn’t help the small sigh as he moved a hand down her belly to her bare, spread pussy. Using her own juices, he lubricated her clit and rubbed in slow circles around it. Alex began to breathe hard, grunting as he thrust a finger inside her. Jesus, she was going to come! She started to close her knees but remembered his admonition to keep her legs spread. Shit, this was harder than she thought.

All at once the warm, melting pleasure he was wresting from her was replaced with a stinging pain as his hand came down hard against her spread, defenseless cunt.
“Ow!” Alex screamed reflexively. Again she nearly shut her legs but somehow managed not to. He smacked her three more times in rapid succession, each blow harder than the last. Alex squeezed her eyes shut, biting her lips to keep from squealing again.

Suddenly the hard palm was again replaced with soft fingertips expertly swirling over her sensitive flesh. The sensation was heightened, her pussy still pulsing and tingling from his palm. They were in the playroom, the stool placed in the center of the room, Alex’s head leaning back toward the mirrored wall. She opened her eyes and saw upside down the image of herself, breasts pointing toward the ceiling, her hair trailing the floor, Daniel in front of her, kneeling between her knees.

She watched as his head dipped, his lips parting. Oh shit, he was going to lick her! There was no way she could avoid orgasm if he did that! Squeezing her eyes shut to block out the sexy image, Alex tried to distract herself with thoughts having nothing to do with Daniel or Liam or this whole crazy setup. She thought about her quarterly tax payment that was due next week and about the oil change her car needed. She tried to focus on the plot of the book she was working on but found she couldn’t even recall the storyline.

Pleasure coiled inside her like a spring, ready to explode. His tongue moved in long, sure strokes, alighting at last on her clit, doing a wet, hot dance as she struggled to resist the irresistible.
Fuck
, she whispered, aware she was going to come despite her best efforts not to. Surely he’d planned it this way, just as Liam had ordered him not to come when she sucked his cock. Her thoughts veered toward last night, to the hot, sexy image of Liam taking Daniel’s cock deep into his throat as his hands cupped and massaged Daniel’s balls. He’d played Daniel like a fine musical instrument, controlling his pleasure with practiced ease until he gave him permission to come. But no permission was forthcoming here.
Hold on
, she told herself.
Don
’
t give in
.

All at once his warm, wet tongue was gone. Her spread pussy throbbed between her legs. Alex became aware of the sound of her own panting in the otherwise quiet room. She took a deep, shuddering breath. Daniel’s palm came down hard against her swollen pussy. The blow was so unexpected she forgot herself, jerking her knees closed as best she could with her ankles tethered to the stool’s legs. Just as quickly she spread them again, waiting for Daniel’s rebuke.

Instead, she felt him unknotting the nylon rope he’d used to secure her ankles. She heard him move behind her. He lifted her to a sitting position. She was nearly overcome with dizziness as the blood rushed away from her head. She felt Daniel’s arms wrap protectively around her and gratefully she leaned back against him. She could feel his erection, hard and thick against the small of her back.

“That was good,” he said softly. “You managed to control yourself for once. I should warn you, you won’t be coming for a while. Not until you show you deserve it.” Gently he tucked errant strands of her hair behind her ears. Impulsively she turned her face, trying to kiss his hand. Instead of being angry at being denied a much-needed orgasm, Alex felt something new. A slow burn of desire had been ignited deep in her
belly, something she sensed had more power and potential than anything she’d experienced to this point.

She found herself looking at Daniel differently. Instead of another submissive, Daniel had changed at that moment into a real Dom. He had punished her not because Liam had ordered him to but at his own discretion. He had been sexy and utterly masterful. She’d truly felt herself at his mercy. This made the experience so much more intense than if he’d simply been acting on someone else’s orders.

Daniel helped her stand. Her pussy still throbbed, swollen and wet between her legs. “Get dressed. We still have chores to finish. Then you’ll have your lesson in sucking cock.”

Alex obeyed, smiling to herself at the thought of driving Daniel as wild as he’d driven her.

* * * * *

The chores were done, fresh flowers cut and arranged in their vases and a fragrant eggplant parmesan was baking in the oven. They had a little over an hour to practice before Liam came home.

Daniel looked down at the naked young woman. If the arrangement had been purely sexual, he would have preferred a young man to be kneeling at his feet. While he enjoyed women well enough, he preferred the hard, masculine beauty of the male form. Yet his cock jutted out hard from his groin nonetheless. As women went, Alex was pleasing—lithe and feminine. Most importantly, she was submissive—submissive to
him
! That was what had his cock hard more than her high, pretty breasts or pert, rounded bottom. She was kneeling naked on the playroom floor, ready to do his bidding, willing to accept the consequences if she failed.

He took his cock in his hand, stroking it as he said, “Are you ready to serve me, slave?” He watched with satisfaction as her eyes widened slightly, her lips parting. He understood completely the effect his use of the word “slave” had on her. After being brought so close to the edge of orgasm and then denied, she’d spent the day in sexual frustration. He knew if he touched her pussy, he would find it wet. Yet she hadn’t tried to touch herself or to manipulate him in any way to touch her. She was staring at his cock, mesmerized as he stroked it. He felt it stiffen under her ardent gaze.

Slowly she nodded, whispering, “Yes, Sir.” He stepped closer, touching her lips with the head of his cock. At once she opened her mouth, her wide green eyes staring up into his. He pressed slowly forward, letting her adjust to his girth. At once her tongue and lips were moving, licking, biting, kissing as her small hands came up to cup and caress his balls. He permitted her attentions for a few minutes because it felt so good. Yet he knew he mustn’t come. He was here to teach her. He pulled back. She held on, only reluctantly releasing him as he stepped away.

“You have a certain talent,” he said. “That is, if your goal is to get someone off as fast as you can. Liam prefers to take his time. You should be prepared to spend easily
an hour serving him with your mouth. It’s not a race. Your job is to draw out the pleasure. Your mouth is a vessel to receive him for as long as he cares to use you. He might come down your throat or on your breasts or not at all. That will be his decision not yours.” He stared down at Alex, whose hair was falling into her face as usual. She shook it back and nodded.

“Let’s see how well you can deep throat,” he said. She opened her mouth, kneeling up to receive him. Lightly holding the sides of her head, he entered her mouth, pushing until he felt the head touch her soft palate. Her mouth felt warm and soft against him. He pushed deeper, holding her still as he pressed down into her throat.

Alex, who had been doing well, suddenly jerked back, gagging. He let her go, watching with amusement as she coughed and sputtered, her eyes tearing. “Man! It’s too big. No way can I do that!”

“Of course you can. It’s just a matter of learning to relax. Now we’ll try again.” He half expected her to protest or refuse. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, took a deep breath and leaned toward him, her mouth open. He held the sides of her head as he guided himself into her mouth.

Again as his cock head made contact with the back of her throat Alex balked and tried to pull back, gagging against him. This time he held her fast. “Stop it. It’s mind over matter. Will yourself to relax. Stop rejecting me. That’s what you’re doing. You’re rejecting your Master. That’s grounds for punishment. Stop it.”

He could feel her throat muscles convulsing as she struggled against him. She pulled back with more force and all at once he let her go, annoyed she gave up so easily. She fell back, gasping for air, her eyes watering. “I’m—I’m sorry! I know I can do better! It’s your cock. It’s just too big.”

“Thanks for the compliment.” He grinned. “But I’m not going for it. You should be able to take any size cock once you’re properly trained. You’re holding on to tension. You aren’t making yourself my vessel—you’re trying to retain your independence as a separate person. You can’t do that. Not if you want to really serve your Master properly. You have to give of yourself. To suspend your own control, to give it over to him. That’s the essence of submission. You claim you want that. Your actions say otherwise.”

He waited for the barrage of protests and excuses. Instead, to his surprise, Alex nodded, saying quietly, “I’m ready to try, Sir.” She knelt up, her hands clasped loosely in front of her, her eyes closed, lips parted, the very picture of submission.

Daniel moved close, again nudging his cock head between her lips. His erection, which had flagged somewhat at her resistance, stiffened in the warm wetness of her mouth. Again he held her head on either side as he guided himself into her throat. He felt her tense, the muscles of her throat contracting. “Easy,” he said gently. “You can do it. Take it for me. Take it for your Master. Become what you know you’re longing to be.”

He felt her relax, her shoulders dropping, her jaw becoming lax. He pushed deeper and she gagged slightly but managed to control the reflex. “That’s it. Open yourself to me. Surrender yourself.”

Slowly he pulled back, reveling in her velvet tongue, which moved to caress the underside of his shaft. He didn’t pull out completely but waited while she inhaled deeply through her nose before pressing back into her throat. She gagged but caught herself, managing to stop the spasm before it took her over. Daniel was impressed despite himself. He’d expected more struggle and less grace.

He stayed lodged in her throat until she began to fidget, her face reddening. He knew she couldn’t breathe and he pulled back, this time withdrawing completely. “You have potential,” he said with a small smile. She made a face, which made him laugh. No doubt she was used to driving her straight boyfriends wild.

“Now we’ll try it again.”

* * * * *

Liam entered the front hall, stopping short as he saw the naked man and woman kneeling back on their haunches, their eyes downcast, their hands resting palms up on bare thighs. Daniel’s cock was erect as always, which pleased him. Was the girl as aroused? Her nipples were perking toward him but that might only be a result of the breeze stirred by the ceiling fan whirring above them.

He set down his briefcase and stepped toward his lover. Daniel had given him a full account by phone of the day’s activities, including Alex’s straying fingers, the subsequent punishment and her lesson in oral sex. Daniel had been animated as he talked, clearly excited by having his own personal slave girl to use and command. The punishment had been entirely Daniel’s devising. As Liam listened to his description, he found himself wishing he could have been there watching instead of plowing through legal documents and papers.

“I’m jealous,” he said when they spoke on the phone earlier that day. “I want to be there for all this.”

“Why don’t you then?”

“Any other week. Several deals are coming to a head. I have to be here. As it is, I’m leaving earlier than I should. Don’t worry, Saturday will be here before we know it. Anyway, I want to give you the space you need to explore your new role as a Dom without me being there to interfere.” He waited a beat for Daniel to protest, to say he wanted Liam there every step of the way.

“Okay, I guess that makes sense,” Daniel said. “And we still have the evenings together.”

Now Liam walked over to Daniel, bending down to lift his face with a finger under his chin. Daniel closed his eyes for a kiss. Liam touched his shoulder, a gesture indicating Daniel should stand. He did and Liam took him into his arms, kissing him
deep and long. He loved pressing Daniel’s naked body to his clothed one. The position of power implied between them never ceased to thrill him.

He let Daniel go at last, stepping over to Alex, who remained with eyes downcast, her pretty breasts heaving slightly. On an impulse, he knelt before her and slid his finger between the spread cleft of her pussy. She gasped as he pressed a finger into the tight entrance. She was slick with desire. He laughed triumphantly toward Daniel. “Is she always this wet?”

“Always,” Daniel affirmed, grinning back. Liam smeared his wet finger along her soft cheek. They both watched with amusement as her cheeks reddened, though she managed to maintain her position, her eyes modestly downcast, her hands still resting palm up on her knees.

Liam turned away from the girl, focusing on Daniel. “What’s for dinner? It smells fantastic.”

“Eggplant parmesan, garlic bread and salad. Alex picked the herbs for the salad dressing.” He smiled briefly toward her and then addressed Liam again. “I thought that Cabernet you bought recently would go well with the meal. Oh, and I made homemade peach ice cream for dessert.”

“You spoil me. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m so glad you’re in my life.” Liam meant it. He could hardly believe this sexy, loving man wanted to tend his house, cook his food and meet his every need with submissive devotion and love. Liam was glad they’d found Alex if it made Daniel happy. By the same token, the minute she displeased him or he no longer wanted her around, she would be gone. He looked toward her now.