Back in their bedroom, Daniel and Liam washed and climbed into bed. Daniel lay carefully on his stomach. Liam lifted up on one elbow to inspect his back. He ran his fingers over the welts. They were no longer raised but had subsided into dark pink lines that would probably turn to purple by the next day and fade completely by the end of the week.
As upset as he’d been to find Daniel had been caned without his presence or permission, he had to grudgingly admit the whip maker had known what he was doing. Liam bent over and lightly kissed his way along a welt, his cock rising despite his exhaustion and the fact he’d come two times over the course of the evening in the mouths of eager sub boys at the party.
“You okay?” he asked softly.
Daniel didn’t answer.
Liam kissed him again, drawing his tongue along Daniel’s skin. He realized Daniel was asleep. He reached for the light and turned it off before turning back toward Daniel.
He leaned in close to him, draping Daniel’s shoulder with one arm. “I love you,” he whispered. He closed his eyes.
When he opened them, it was morning.
After a hot shower Liam put on black sweatpants and a faded red T-shirt he’d had since college. It was after eleven. He wondered how long Daniel had been up.
At that moment, Daniel stuck his head inside the bedroom door. “I’m making breakfast.” As if Daniel had conjured it with his words, Liam suddenly smelled bacon and coffee.
“Come here.” He held out his arms. Daniel entered the room and stepped into Liam’s arms. Daniel, who usually wore tight T-shirts that showed off his sculpted physique, was wearing a loose white T-shirt over dark blue shorts. Suspecting it was because of the welts, Liam asked, “How’s your back today?”
“It’s okay. The welts sting but I have to admit they look kind of hot. I keep checking them in the mirror.” Daniel laughed a little self-consciously.
“Take off your shirt. Let me see.” Daniel obeyed and Liam surveyed his back, which was striped with dark red lines. He pulled at Daniel’s shorts to inspect his bare ass, which also was welted though the thicker skin there wasn’t as damaged.
“I won’t mark you today. You’ve got more than enough marks to remind you of what you are.” As he spoke, he pulled Daniel’s shorts all the way down and spun him toward him.
Kneeling, he took Daniel’s rapidly rising shaft into his mouth and lovingly sucked and caressed it until Daniel was moaning. “Did you come last night, slave boy?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“How many times?”
“Only the once, Sir. With Phillip.”
“You want to come again?”
“If it pleases you, Sir.”
Liam gripped the base of his shaft while he sucked. “And if it doesn’t?”
“Then I don’t want to, Sir. Only for you. I belong to you, Sir.”
Liam continued to tease him until he knew Daniel was on the very edge. He touched Daniel’s thigh. His boy was trembling with suppressed need.
“Come for me. Now.” He grabbed Daniel’s cock and pumped it.
Daniel immediately spurted into Liam’s waiting palm. He shuddered and reached for Liam’s shoulder to keep his balance. When he was done, he opened his eyes and smiled shyly down at Liam.
“Good boy.” Liam smiled back. He held out his palm. “Now clean up this mess you made.”
Daniel knelt in front of Liam and leaned toward his gooey palm. Liam lowered his hand and Daniel followed it until his head was nearly touching the floor, his sexy ass raised high. Liam’s cock hardened as Daniel licked his own spunk from Liam’s hand. When he was done, Liam stood and stared down at the sexy man at his feet.
Daniel looked up at him with submissive devotion. “Thank you, Sir,” he whispered.
“You’re welcome. Where’s Alex?”
“She’s in her room, Sir. Waiting for you.”
~*~
Alex stood at attention, her eyes on the pendulum clock by her door. She wanted to climb back into her warm, cozy bed, but didn’t dare.
Daniel had come in to wake her at what felt like the crack of dawn. She’d stumbled out of bed and into the shower, holding her face up to the warm water for several minutes before coming fully conscious.
She didn’t even remember getting into bed the night before. Her last coherent memory was watching a Dom with a pretty young woman facing outward on his lap. He had his arms around her and was tugging hard at the jewelry in her pierced nipples while another woman knelt between her thighs, licking her shaven cunt. It was hard to say if her cries were from pleasure or pain.
After the spanking, no one had scened with her. Either Liam or Daniel always hovered nearby but didn’t include her in anything fun. The spanking and teasing had left her hot and horny, but most people at the party were already with someone and too busy in their own play to take much notice of her.
She was both nervous and pleased when Anthony found her again. Liam and Daniel had disappeared into the playroom while she’d stayed down below.
“Alexandra.”
She turned to the sound of his sensual voice, her heart catching for a moment. He was so good-looking with his smooth olive-toned skin, shiny black hair and deep probing black eyes that seemed to penetrate her thoughts.
“Oh Anthony. Hi.”
He frowned. “Anthony? Do you call your Masters by their first names?”
Alex felt her cheeks heat. “Well, um. Yes, actually. They don’t mind. I—I call them Sir too.”
Anthony’s frown smoothed and he nodded thoughtfully. “I see. And how long have you been with Liam and his slave?”
“Daniel. He’s not really his slave. He’s submissive to Liam but they’re partners.” Lovers, she’d almost said, but something held her back.
“And you are submissive to them both?” As Alex nodded, he said, “A very curious arrangement.” He made a face. “Why would two gay men want a woman in their household? I mean for other than maid service.”
“They’re not gay,” Alex replied hotly.
“No? You could have fooled me.”
Alex found herself increasingly annoyed. Who the fuck was this Anthony to be questioning her relationship with Liam and Daniel? She made an effort to keep her voice calm, her tone properly submissive. “They’re bi, actually. And they—” She cut herself off. She’d been about to say they loved her too, but that wasn’t true. “They’re fond of me,” she finished lamely.
“I imagine they’d be fond of a pet dog too, if they had one.”
Unable to help it, Alex glared. She very nearly told Anthony where to go.
To her surprise he began to laugh. A rich, full-throated laugh, his teeth gleaming white, his eye crinkling merrily. He looked much nicer when he laughed, and in spite of herself, Alex began to laugh too.
Anthony led her toward a couch. He sat down, and when she started to sit beside him, he pulled her onto his lap.
“I’m sorry if I was rude.” His voice was kind now, even gentle. “I think I’m jealous those two men should have possession of the most beautiful woman in the room. Especially when it’s obvious to me they don’t appreciate what they have. If you were mine…” He touched her thigh and drew his finger along it until she shivered. Staring into her eyes, he continued. “If you were mine, I’d never let you attend a party like this. You would be too precious for me to hand off to any man or woman who took a fancy to you. No. You would be mine alone. You would know your worth because I would shower you with love and attention. You would never sleep alone.”
Alex started. How did he know she slept alone? He smiled as if privy to her thoughts. “I guessed correctly, didn’t I? It’s clear they view you strictly as property. A toy. You will never be their equal, their partner. That’s because, while they may use you sexually, their allegiance is and always will be to each other. You can never be more than a toy to them. A diversion of which they will eventually tire.”
“With all due respect, Sir, you don’t know what the hell you’re talkin
g about. I’m not just a diversion.” She had held out her wrists, showing him the silver slave cuffs. “They gave me these. Proof that I belong to them forever.”
“Forever is a very long time. How long has forever lasted so far?”
“Two weeks.”
Anthony began to laugh again, and in spite of her annoyance, Alex had to laugh, too, if a little ruefully.
“You are adorable.” He pulled her close and whispered something in Spanish into her ear. “I wish I could take you with me.”
Alex had pulled back, loyalty to Liam and Daniel forefront in her mind. “I’m also owned, Sir,” she reminded him.
“I understand. I’m speaking in terms of possibility. Now pay attention, my beauty. My name is Anthony Campos. I live at 12 Sutton Street in Wilton. I’m listed. If you ever want to connect with a real Master, someone who will take you where you’ve always dreamed of going, call me. I’ll be waiting, Alexandra. For you, I will wait a thousand years.”
He pushed her gently from his lap and stood. “I must find Matthew and your Masters and thank them for their gracious hospitality. Goodbye, beautiful Alexandra. I will wait for you in my dreams.”
Alex sighed. In the cold light of day, she recognized the guy was probably full of shit. Nevertheless, it had felt good to have someone so handsome and worldly telling her she was beautiful and he’d wait a thousand years. What a poetic, romantic thing to say.
Still he was wrong. Daniel and Liam regarded her as more than just a toy. Maybe they didn’t love her as much as they loved each other, but how could they after only two weeks? Their love would grow in time, she was sure of it.
Wasn’t she?
The two men entered the room as if on cue. Alex pulled her arms back smartly, arching her back and thrusting her breasts out as she waited for Liam to inspect her body.
After he’d made sure her cunt and underarms were smooth, he walked behind her. Alex bent forward and gripped her ankles. “Look at this, Daniel.” Daniel joined him behind her. Alex knew they were looking at her bruised ass. “That’s Mistress Marianne’s handiwork. She really let Alex have it and Alex handled it beautifully. You would have been very proud of her, Daniel.”
Even bent over in this ignominious position, Alex swelled with pride. Liam’s compliments were all the more precious because of their rarity. He tapped her shoulder and she stood. “Put on a dress. Let’s have some breakfast.”
Once settled in the cozy breakfast nook, Alex sipped gratefully at the fresh-squeezed orange juice. Her appetite awakened, she tucked into the bacon, hash browns and scrambled eggs Daniel ladled onto her plate.
Because they were all dressed, the conversation was an informal one between friends. They talked about various scenes each had witnessed or participated in at the party. Though Daniel was wearing a T-shirt, Alex recalled the welts she’d seen on his back the night before.
“Were you caned, Daniel?” she asked.
Daniel surprised her by flushing and looking away. Liam answered for him. “Yes. I’m afraid that friend of Matthew’s overstepped his bounds.”
“Anthony?” Alex interjected. She blushed when both men stared hard at her.
Liam nodded. “He and Matthew decided to cane Daniel and Phillip to see who they could break first. I was with you and Marianne at the time or I would have put a stop to it. I don’t believe caning is something that should happen during a public scene and definitely not as part of a competition. It’s too risky.”
Daniel looked miserable and Alex felt bad she’d brought it up. Yet she couldn’t help asking, “But it wasn’t Daniel’s fault, right? I mean, we were told to obey each Dom at the party as if they were you, right?”
“Just drop it, Alex,” Daniel said, his eye skittering away.
Alex bit her lip and looked down.
Liam put his hand over hers. “Within limits. Remember, you can always refuse. Even with us, you can refuse. While we own you, we would never harm you or push you past where you were ready to go. Daniel made a judgment call and things worked out okay. At least the guy knew what he was doing.”
He smiled toward Daniel, but Daniel, who was staring at the table, didn’t see. In a lighter tone Liam added, “He left us one of those floggers as a gift by the way. It’s really well-made—a very nice piece. We’ll have to try it out later, hmm?”
Alex felt a rush of throbbing warmth between her legs. She hadn’t come last night. In fact, she hadn’t come in ages. Marianne had teased her, but she hadn’t been permitted to come then either. Now she pressed her thighs together, wondering if she dared to ask them when she could come again.
She decided against it and smiled to herself. Maybe she was finally learning some self-control and patience. “Yes, Sir. If it pleases you, Sir,” she said in answer to his question. Liam glanced at Daniel and smiled. Daniel met his eye and smiled back. Alex, relieved the obviously sensitive topic of Daniel’s caning scene had been dropped, smiled too.
They ate for a while in silence. Liam poured himself a fresh cup of coffee from the carafe on the table and turned to Daniel. “So, you have a job tomorrow with Spencer Landscaping, right?” This was the first Alex was hearing of it.
“Yeah. A Mrs. Carson over on the waterfront. Sounds like she has way more money than imagination and needs someone to figure out how to spend it for her. She has several acres of beautiful land. I plan on touring it with her, scoping it out and getting a feel for what she wants. It’ll be fun to do a big project with no money limitations. It’s been a while since I worked on something substantial.”
“That’s great. I hope you have fun. I’ve decided to take tomorrow off by the way.”
“What?” Daniel frowned. “How come? I won’t even be here most of the day.”
“I didn’t realize that when I made the plans, but it’ll work out fine. I’m thinking of taking more time off going forward. Especially during these summer months. A lot of my clients are on vacation. I’ve been working too many hours and for what? We don’t need the money. I want to be here more with you and Alex. Especially during these early months of her training.”
“Oh.” Daniel didn’t sound especially happy.
Alex looked at both men. Liam was regarding Daniel with a curious expression on his face. Alex felt a sense of disquiet slip over the room and wished they were still talking about all the characters at the party and laughing as they had been before.
She had to admit she too was surprised to hear Liam wanted to be more a part of her training. While she felt submissive toward him, she had come to regard Daniel more as her trainer with her efforts to be shown to Liam only after they were reasonably perfected. It was obvious Daniel felt the same way. The realization he felt proprietary toward her gave her a warm, secure feeling, though this was offset by the strange vibe now going on between the two guys.
“If you don’t want me around more—” Liam began.
“No! No, please. I’m sorry. Not at all. This is your home. Alex belongs to both of us. Of course I want you around. I’m sorry. I just wasn’t expecting it, is all. And me having to be gone Monday and all… I mean, I’m sure I could reschedule…”
“No. Keep your appointment. This won’t be the only day I take off, don’t worry. I think I’ll enjoy putting Alex through her paces. She can show me how she does her chores and maybe between us we can even whip up some dinner. I can make a mean macaroni and cheese.”
He laughed and put his hand on Daniel’s arm. “It’s okay, Daniel. We’ll talk some more later.” They looked at each other and the love Alex saw exchanged between them nearly made her heart break with longing.
Love me like that. Love me.
She had been fooling herself all the times she told herself she wasn’t looking for love. From the moment she’d laid eyes on these two guys, love had grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into its relentless embrace. She’d denied it to anyone who questioned her, most especially herself, but she could deny it no longer. She wanted them to love her more than she had e
ver wanted anything in her life.
Anthony’s words came back to her like a death knell. You can never be more than a toy to them. A diversion of which they will eventually tire.
Liam yawned and stretched. “Let’s make it a lazy day. What do you say? We’ll just snuggle into bed and maybe order a pizza later or something. Sound good?”
“Yes, Sir,” Daniel and Alex said in unison.
They all laughed and Alex felt happy. Maybe they would come to love her in time. Either way, for that moment at least, there was nowhere she’d rather be.
Chapter 11
Daniel entered Alex’s room to find her standing with her fingers laced behind her neck, eyes straight ahead, ready for inspection. No doubt she was expecting Liam instead of him. Her eyes flickered slightly when he entered but she didn’t otherwise react, which was good.
Daniel was dressed for his consulting job in a dark blue button-down shirt and khaki pants over brown leather work boots. He hadn’t worked outside the home in over a month and while he was looking forward to the job, he couldn’t get past his reluctance to leave Alex alone with Liam.
He’d had everything all planned out before Liam threw him for a loop with his intention to stay home. He had a list of chores for Alex to do while he was gone plus an exercise routine sure to work her up to a good sweat. In addition, he was going to have her work on orgasm control, bringing herself to the edge and then stopping several times over the course of the day. He had a camcorder set up in the playroom and had planned to have her videotape herself so he could review and critique her progress later.
They’d brought Alex into their lives supposedly so he could explore and realize his dominant feelings—not so Liam could create some kind of slave harem. Until recently Liam had barely taken an interest in Alex except insofar as she could further their sex play, so what the hell was going on?
Daniel knew he was being irrational. Furthermore, he knew if he was having these feelings, he needed to discuss them with Liam. Failure to communicate was the first sign of a relationship in trouble. Wait a minute—they weren’t in trouble. They were doing great, better than ever.
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