“I tried to help her by suggesting she exercise to work some of it out of her system. I was using the free weights. We had the music going, I had that nice buzz I get from working my muscles. I glanced over at her. She was flushed and sweating, panting, her bare breasts swaying…”
“Bare breasts?” Liam cocked his eyebrow.
Daniel flushed slightly but nodded. “I told her to take her shirt off while she was cycling. I wanted to see her breasts.” He glanced pointedly at Liam. “You did tell me that while we were home alone, she belonged to me. That I could do whatever I wanted. That I was the Master. I took you at your word. If you feel differently now, we should talk about that too. You can reestablish the rules so I understand them better.”
Liam nodded. He wasn’t being fair. “You’re right,” he said. “I said you were in total control. I guess I just didn’t expect—” He cut himself off, not wanting to say it aloud, to bring the image alive with words.
Daniel turned toward him and reached out, stroking his cheek with a compassionate expression on his face. “Liam, please,” he said gently. “Don’t you know me better than that? I love you. You! I don’t just love being your sub boy, I love you! Yes, I fucked the girl,” he went on relentlessly as Liam tried not to wince. “But it was an impulse. She was masturbating against the bike seat and I pulled her off it and set her down on the ground. I demanded to know what she thought she was doing and instead of answering, she pulled off her shorts, gripped me by the neck and pulled me down, begging to be fucked. I didn’t plan it. Imagine it, Liam. A naked, nearly desperate girl, begging you to fuck her, pleading with you. Maybe I’m more het than I realize, I don’t know. I just went with it. The scene turned me on.
“The thing I did wrong, the thing you punished me for, and properly so,” he stroked his welted cock, and this time it was his turn to wince, “was coming without your permission. I want you to know I’ve never done that before. Never. But then, I haven’t had my cock in a woman’s cunt since we’ve been together.” He laughed ruefully. “You try it, why don’t you? It feels so damn good it’s hard to stop once you’ve started.”
Liam laughed in spite of himself. Daniel was so endearing with his earnest protestations and explanations. Liam had been crazy to worry that this wonderful, sexy man didn’t love him anymore or was ready to run off with the young blond beauty. He’d only been guilty, as he rightly said, of a simple infraction, which had been dealt with.
“I’m sorry for doubting you. I’ve been acting like an idiot because I do know better. I love you, Daniel. When I saw you there in her arms, all I could think of was that you wanted to be there more than with me. It was stupid of me. I hope you can forgive me for not trusting you, for not trusting what we have.”
“If there’s anything to forgive, of course I do! You’re the most wonderful thing that’s ever happened to me. My life is so full and satisfying. I love belonging to you. If you hadn’t punished me today, I would have felt cheated,” he grinned. “And letting me have this girl toy has added a whole new layer of adventure to our lives.” Gently he kissed Liam’s lips. “I’m so, so sorry I hurt you today. I promise it won’t happen again.”
“I’m sorry I reacted so badly,” Liam rejoined. “It’s hard to believe we’ve only had her here three days. Shall we keep her a while longer, do you think?”
“Yes,” Daniel said emphatically, and despite himself, Liam felt a stab of jealousy. “But right now we really should let the poor thing out of the cage.”
Chapter 11
Amy tried to get more comfortable on the floor of the cage, but it was difficult as her arms were bound behind her back. She was blindfolded, which only heightened the sound of the whip cutting the air, and the sharp snap as it made contact with Dave’s cock.
Alex stopped writing, losing herself in the memory of the event she was fictionalizing for use in her latest BDSM erotic romance. So much had happened in the last three days it was hard to believe that was all it had been.
When Liam had appeared in the doorway of the playroom, Alex thought for sure she would be sent home that very afternoon. The look of utter disbelief and betrayal was so stark in his face she wanted to weep for him even though he had it all wrong. Daniel was no more in love with Alex than he would be with a sex toy or some new kind of flower for his garden. She was an object—something to do. Not someone he would ever consider falling in love with.
The thought saddened her, which also confused her, as she had assured Cheryl and as she had told herself a thousand times before, she wasn’t looking for love. And if she had been, the house of two committed gay lovers was most certainly not the place to find it.
Well, she had to admit the term “gay” really wasn’t accurate. She closed her laptop, abandoning any further pretense of writing. She’d really lost it when he’d pulled her from the exercise bike. She was that close to coming, her clit grinding against the hard seat with each rotation of the pedals. She needed it so badly she didn’t care if he realized what she was doing or not.
When he’d stopped her, mere seconds from a desperately needed release, she thought she would lose her mind. The details of how she went from the bike to being in his arms were vague, but she definitely remembered how it felt when he pressed his huge cock into her wetness.
She was dazed from the waves of excitement and sensation pulsing through her as he filled her completely. After only a few thrusts, she came in sweet spasms against his cock. He continued to move in her, sending spirals of orgasmic tremors through her body. She clung to him as he swiveled and thrust inside her, nearly screaming his name.
When he collapsed on top of her, she somehow found the strength to open her eyes. It was then she saw Liam looming tall and dark in the door, his face stricken and pale with shock.
All the pleasure of just a moment before seemed to dissipate like smoke as she stared at him, unable at first to utter a word. At that moment, Alex would have given anything to take back her greedy actions—to have remained dutifully on the bike, “sublimating her sexual tensions” as Daniel had said she ought. She hated to think she was the cause of Liam’s pain, even if the pain were misplaced. She knew from his expression he thought he had stumbled in on lovers. In fact, she had tricked Daniel into fucking her but that was all there was to it. She’d used her sexuality, as she so often had in the past, to get what she wanted. Alex sighed aloud as she thought about this. Why continue in this futile quest for a true submissive experience? She was no more submissive than Liam himself.
When Liam had secured her wrists, clipped her nipples and blindfolded her, she’d been grateful. Yes, grateful. He led her to the cage and she climbed in before he had to say a word. It was a relief to be bound and caged—she no longer had to be responsible for her actions. He’d said her punishment was “not to watch”—but in fact it was a reprieve.
For what Alex had realized as she stared up at Liam’s handsome, heartbroken face, and as she shifted beneath the gorgeous, sensual man lying atop her, his cock still nestled inside her, was that she was falling in love with them both. She tried to tell herself she wasn’t falling in love with the individual men per se but more with their lifestyle—with the utter devotion they felt toward one another.
When they finally came to let her out of the cage, she had actually fallen asleep. She was so stiff from curling her body up with her wrists chained behind her, she literally couldn’t move when Liam first opened the door. He had to pull her through it by the shoulders. She squinted into the light as he removed the sleep mask. Once he released the clips holding her cuffs together, he lifted her onto his lap, cradling her like a baby.
Daniel was waiting in their bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed wearing white shorts and a tentative smile. “You okay?” he asked her. She nodded, though in fact she wasn’t sure. Liam settled himself on the bed with her still in his arms.
Daniel leaned over her and touched one of the alligator clips that held her nipple in its firm grip. “I’m going to ta
ke these off now. It’s going to hurt a bit when the blood flow returns.”
A bit. Alex had been unable to control her scream as he released the springs and removed the clips from her tortured nipples. To her surprise Liam, who still held her in his arms, reached around and cupped each breast. The firm press of his palms against her tender nipples soothed the ache. She leaned back into him, silently grateful for his gentle touch.
Daniel next focused on the latex shorts she still wore. He peeled them from her body, which was soaked in sweat where the latex had covered her skin. Liam set her down between them on a soft towel Daniel laid out for the purpose. “You can shower and rest soon,” Liam said. “We need to talk first.”
Alex had thought then Liam was going to inform her in his kind, deep voice that things really just weren’t working out between them for obvious reasons. She prepared herself for a lecture on sluttish masochism versus true submission with herself firmly relegated to the former category. She half expected Daniel to throw in something about her manipulative feminine ways as an excuse for his own behavior.
Instead, Liam said, “Daniel and I have been talking. We think you have potential as a submissive but you’re definitely not there yet. You still need a lot of training and a very firm hand. Daniel’s willing to keep working with you if you’re willing to really try and obey him and stop trying to manipulate either of us with your, er, charms.”
“You mean,” Alex turned incredulous eyes toward him, “you’re not sending me away? Even though I made Daniel fuck me?”
The men stared at her a moment before they both burst out laughing. Alex’s face heated. She was aware how childish she must sound. She hadn’t made Daniel do anything. She hadn’t forced him to plunge his hard, thick cock into her. She pressed her thighs together at the memory. The guys were still laughing and she began to laugh too, from relief as much as anything.
She hadn’t been lying when she said, “Of course I want to stay, more than anything in the world.”
“Good,” Liam answered. “This is still so new for all of us. Let’s give ourselves until Saturday.”
They sent her away to shower and groom and whatever else she wanted to do. “We’re going to rest in here for a few hours. Consider it free time. No more chores today. We’ll be out in time for dinner. Perhaps we’ll go out to eat tonight. See how you handle submission in public.” Liam flashed an evil grin and Daniel smiled broadly. Then they sent her away.
It felt very lonely to be dismissed like that, but at least they’d only sent her from their bedroom for a few hours. Not from their home forever. She showered and made sure her sex was smooth and hairless before stepping from the bath.
Now she sat in the lovely alcove, nestled beneath the bay window with her laptop. She really couldn’t concentrate sufficiently to write. She was at once exhausted and exhilarated from the strange events of the afternoon. She continued to grapple with questions too serious for her sleepy mind to handle. Was she submissive or merely masochistic? Did they want her to stay because they saw her as a challenge? Or were they merely being polite by letting her finish out the week? Could they ever come to love her? Was she in fact falling in love with two men at once? Or was it just lust? Could she lead a life with two men, with two Masters?
She thought about calling Cheryl just to have someone to talk it through with. She shook her head at this idea. While Cheryl was very open and understanding about what she termed Alex’s “eccentric sex life”, she knew Cheryl would have no idea about how to counsel her on the issues she now faced. Cheryl would just tell her she was certifiably insane and had better get the hell out of there.
Alex knew one thing at least—she didn’t want to leave. She wanted to finish out the week, to test herself, to prove herself, to learn as much as she could about true submission from these two amazing men before they sent her away for good.
~*~
“Control is very important in a D/s relationship,” Liam said. “Both control by the Master and the ability of the sub to control his or herself.” They were sitting in the corner of a small, upscale restaurant. The maître d’ had greeted Liam and Daniel by name with a warm smile. He nodded toward Alex with a slight bow as he welcomed her in a rich French accent.
Alex, dressed in a pale blue blouse with matching skirt and nothing underneath, felt herself flushing as his eyes slid over her breasts, the nipples of which were standing at attention against the silk in the cool air of the dining room.
The maître d’ pulled out her chair with a flourish, pushing it in as she sat. A young man appeared with large menus bound in red leather. “I am Roland,” he said, with a lilting French accent. “I will be your server tonight.” He was maybe twenty-two or -three, and though rather short, was very handsome in his black pants and cutaway jacket with tails, his linen shirt a snowy white against dark tan skin.
Liam ordered wine, which was brought quickly, opened and poured for his approval. Once he sipped and gave his nod, the waiter filled their glasses and melted away.
The menus were handwritten with no prices alongside the selections. Alex was relieved when Liam said he would order for the table. Most of the items were in French and she had no idea what they were.
Alex sipped her wine, which was dry and very strong as Liam said, “Over the next few days Daniel and I will help you learn better control over your body and your reactions to sexual stimuli. The goal is not to desensitize you, far from it. It’s to teach you to tremble with desire at the slightest signal from your Master but to control that desire to suit his whim. The end result is highly erotic for both parties, far more intense than simply giving in to your lust as you so obviously are used to doing.”
Daniel nodded in agreement. At a look from Liam, he reached into his jacket and pulled something from it. This he placed on the table. Alex gasped and threw her napkin over it when she saw what it was. Made of soft purple rubber, it was a sex toy in the shape of a butterfly, a lifelike small penis rising from its thorax. The men laughed as she blushed. “Don’t worry, no one will disturb us in our private corner until the food arrives. This restaurant is known for the complete discretion of the waiters, no matter what they might observe going on right under their noses.” Alex wasn’t sure this piece of information comforted or worried her.
Daniel said, “From your reaction, I take it you know what to do with that toy. It’s controlled by a remote device I have in my pocket. I want you to go to the bathroom and put it on. Then you may return to the table. Your job during dinner is to behave as naturally as you can, no matter what I do with the remote. Oh, and you are not to come. No matter what, you may not come unless or until one of us says so. Got it?”
Alex swallowed. Both men stared at her, clearly expecting a response. Slowly she nodded and whispered, “I’ll do my best, Sir.”
“Hopefully that will be good enough,” Liam responded. “If it isn’t, you’ll be soundly punished. Now go on. The appetizers will be here in a moment.”
~*~
The two men watched as Alex walked away from the table. She was wearing high-heeled sandals that accentuated the long, lean curve of her calves. Her ass swayed nicely beneath the rich blue of her skirt. “You think she’ll pass the test?” Daniel asked.
“I think she’ll give it her best shot,” Liam replied with a smile. “You’ll handle the remote. I enjoy watching you put the girl through her paces. I didn’t realize what a turn-on it would be. You’re a very sexy Dom, you know that?”
Daniel smiled, feeling both flustered and pleased. “Thank you. I’ll always be submissive to you, Sir.”
Liam placed a hand over his, his smile warm, his dark eyes glittering with dominance. “Of course you will.”
Alex was heading back toward them. It seemed every eye in the room was on the beautiful young woman. Her hair shimmered in the soft candlelight, her round, firm breasts swaying beneath the sheer silk of her blouse. Her blouse was open at the throat, two of the buttons undone. As she sat down, Daniel leaned ov
er her and unbuttoned three more so the tops of her breasts were visible.
Alex glanced nervously around her.
“Keep your eyes on us or on the table,” Liam instructed. “No matter what happens, don’t concern yourself with the rest of the room. Remember, we’ll keep you safe. That’s our job.”
She nodded and reached for her wine, taking a long drink from it. When she set it down half empty, Liam refilled it for her. Courage in a bottle, Daniel thought.
The waiter arrived, setting down the small plate of escargot in fragrant garlic butter. Instead of the usual snail shells, they were nestled in lightly sautéed mushroom caps. Beside the plate, the waiter set a basket of fresh, hot bread. Daniel controlled his smile as he watched Roland steal a glance at Alex’s barely covered breasts.
“This is snails, right?” Alex said, wrinkling her small nose. “I don’t think I could eat a snail.”
Daniel laughed. “Until I met Liam, I didn’t think I could either. Try it. Don’t think about what it is. Just taste it. Pop a whole mushroom in your mouth.” The remote was still on but at the lowest speed. To demonstrate, Daniel stabbed a mushroom with his fork and slipped the morsel into his mouth.
Hesitantly Alex copied him, squeezing her eyes shut as if she were about to take a pill instead of tasting the perfectly prepared escargot. As she chewed, her eyes opened wide in surprise. She swallowed and exclaimed, “Oh, my god. This is so good. I had no idea.”
“Use the bread to sop up the garlic butter,” Liam suggested, twisting off a piece and holding it out to her. Daniel reached into his pocket and adjusted the dial. A slight buzzing could be heard beneath the table.
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