Two for Alex

by Claire Thompson

  It was thrilling to finally whip someone and to realize he had a flair for it. Her response had been genuine and intense. The week ahead offered great potential to more fully experience his dominant bent. Surely this outweighed whatever petty jealousies he might be feeling. He decided not to mention it, in spite of Liam’s standing order that he share any concerns or misgivings regarding their D/s relationship. Instead, he said, “You know I had my doubts about bringing a woman into our home, but I think with some training and patience, she has the makings of a good sub. I’d say we have our work cut out for us though. She’s not used to obeying anything but her own libido. And her housekeeping is a whole other story,” he laughed.

  Liam laughed too. “As long as she isn’t making more work for you than she accomplishes, I guess that’s a good thing. While you’re home alone with her, she’s your personal slave. Use her as you will, command her as you wish. Just remember the cardinal rules—safe, sane and consensual. Don’t ask of her anything you wouldn’t be willing to endure yourself.”

  Watching Liam drive away, Daniel smiled to himself. Liam’s speech was often stylized, almost formal when it came to D/s. His library of BDSM erotica and literature was sizable with The Story of O and the erotic writings of Marquis de Sade prominently displayed on his bookshelves, bound in leather, the pages trimmed with gold. Sometimes he read aloud to Daniel, selecting tracts that never failed to give Daniel an erection as he imagined himself into the stories, bound and sexually tortured for his Master’s pleasure.

  That morning as Liam dressed in their bedroom he said, “I think I’ll have Alex suck my cock tonight. Why don’t you screen her for me today? I doubt she’ll be any good, but you can at least give her a few pointers.”

  Daniel waited for Liam to add to the instructions. Like Alex, he too was forbidden to touch himself without Liam’s express permission. He wasn’t sure of the rules when teaching someone to suck cock. Was he allowed to come? Was he supposed to? Liam smiled slowly and Daniel felt, as he often did, that Liam was reading his mind. “Any questions?” Liam asked, watching him.

  “Am I permitted to come, Sir?”

  “Do you want to?”

  Did he want to? What man didn’t want to come at every possible opportunity? Before Daniel had truly embraced his submissive nature, he would have been the first to espouse this philosophy. Yet since coming under Liam’s loving but firm guidance, he’d learned firsthand how much more intense and fulfilling delaying an orgasm could be.

  He loved to burn for Liam—to ache with sexual desire until he nearly burst from it, spending hours, sometimes even days, hovering on the edge of sexual release, not permitted to topple over until his lust raged like a tidal wave, finally sweeping him away in a torrent of passion that left him utterly spent.

  But this was different. Could he withstand a woman’s mouth on his cock, teaching her to take it deep, to use her mouth and throat muscles to milk the pleasure from a man and yet not succumb himself? He looked into Liam’s face, trying to gauge what his Master wanted of him.

  He answered truthfully. “No, Sir. I want to burn for you.”

  “Good boy,” Liam said, drawing his finger down Daniel’s cheek. “For your sake I hope she’s not too skilled. You’ll be punished if you come while I’m not home. You understand that, right?”

  “Yes, Sir,” Daniel breathed, his cock pressing hard against his shorts.

  At breakfast, Liam had turned to Alex, who was already on her second cup of coffee, her pancakes barely touched. She was dressed in a pale pink tank top and the same blue jean cutoffs she’d worn the day before. Her straight blond hair had fallen across her face. Distractedly she tucked it behind her ears as Liam said, “Today Daniel’s going to give you some lessons in properly pleasing a man. He’s your Master while I’m away, but he still belongs to me. As such, he, like you, is not permitted to orgasm when I’m not here. I expect you to use all the skill you possess when sucking his cock, but he’s not to come. If he does, you’ll both be punished.”

  “Wait,” Alex interrupted. “You’re saying I should suck his cock and I better do it right, but if I do do it right and he comes, I’ll be punished? That seems a bit twisted, no?”

  Daniel held his breath, waiting to see how Liam responded to her insolent tone and her audacity in questioning him. Liam only smiled, indulging her because she was new, Daniel supposed. He quashed a flash of irritation. “That’s right. It’s one of those conundrums a sub must endure. You chose to come here and live by our rules, at least for the next few days. Deal with it.” Wisely, Alex had held her tongue.

  Daniel closed the front door, startled as he turned around to find Alex hovering just behind him. She looked up at him with those big green eyes. In the morning light, he could see flecks of gold. “When do we start the lessons?” she said, her pink tongue moving seductively over her upper lip. Daniel’s cock tingled at the thought of using the lovely girl. He forced himself to recall his duties and said brusquely, “Work before pleasure. We have to finish our chores first. Hopefully you’ll be more thorough today.” He smiled to himself, aware he could find something wrong no matter how well she did. Not that he needed an excuse to punish her. After all, he owned her while Liam was out of the house, didn’t he? The thought thrilled him even more than the thought of her small mouth closing hot and wet over his cock.

  “I left your list of chores on the counter. I’m going to be working outside for a while. You can come get me when you’re ready for me to check your work. Finish everything first so I don’t have to come in and out.”

  He watched Alex’s face fall as she realized she would have to work again and that play wouldn’t come until later. This irritated him. Liam was treating her as if she were a true sub, as dedicated to service and obedience as he was, when in fact it was rather obvious from last night’s display, she was really just a highly sexed masochist who thought she wanted to play at being a sub. “You have a problem with that?” he said sharply.

  Alex sidled up to him, brushing her breast over his arm as she smiled coquettishly up at him. He felt her nipple teasing against his skin. “I was thinking maybe I should practice first, you know, like Liam said…”

  Daniel glared down at her, annoyed with his body for responding to her feminine touch. He turned away. “You thought wrong. Get to work.”

  ~*~

  Alex’s knees hurt as she bent over her task, rubbing a rag soaked with wood polish over the stair just above the one on which she was kneeling. She still had over half the stairs to complete. Who needed shiny stairs, for heaven’s sake? These guys were manic about housecleaning. Were they going for some good-housekeeping award or something? She thought about her tiny apartment, piled with old magazines, clothing and books scattered about her bedroom, her bed rarely made. She thought about her clothes even now still stuffed into the drawers of her bureau upstairs. She had made her bed at least, albeit quickly, pulling the quilt over rumpled sheets and plumping the pillows at the headboard.

  After polishing the stairs, Daniel expected her to sweep and mop the kitchen floor, wash down the bathroom sinks and counters, clean the toilets yet again and strip the bedding from their king-size bed, remaking it with proper hospital corners, whatever the heck that was.

  She took her time, despite her irritation, determined Daniel wouldn’t be able to find fault with her today. She hadn’t been hungry at breakfast, served hours before she was used to being up. Now she wished she’d managed to take more than a few bites of pancake since her stomach was rumbling. Was she allowed to take a break and get herself something from the kitchen? Surely if she was expected to clean the place for free, she could get herself a snack?

  Giving herself permission, Alex finished the last two stairs hastily and walked back to the kitchen. She selected a banana from a large bowl of fruit on the counter. As she peeled it back and took a bite, she peered outside, spying Daniel toward the back of their property. He was bent over and appeared to be digging a hole, his strong back f
lexing beneath his T-shirt, already wet with sweat.

  What would Cheryl think if she called her right now? She imagined what she might say. “Hi, I’m in the kitchen of this huge old house in Westport. As soon as I’m done with my chores, a gorgeous blond guy is going to show me how to suck cock like a pro so when his Master comes home, I get to do him next.”

  She shook her head. What was she doing here? It was fun as far as it went, but wasn’t she behaving as she always had in these situations, trying to manipulate the men she was with to her own advantage? And what did they really want with her? Had Liam been sincere during the interview when he’d said bringing her into their lives was a way of extending their lovemaking, of deepening it by adding a new dimension? Was there really room in their relationship for a third person? Could any relationship sustain the addition of another person without jealousy and misunderstanding?

  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.

  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.

  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 cunt 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 to 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 ad
mit 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 childish, but she couldn’t stop. 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 7

  “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.