Two Masters for Alex (2 page)

Slowly Liam pulled back, moaning with pleasure as Daniel maintained suction against his shaft as he’d been taught. Carefully he pushed forward again, savoring the exquisite heat and press of Daniel’s mouth and throat as he moved slowly past Daniel’s soft palate. He knew Daniel couldn’t breathe, his windpipe blocked by the fat head of Liam’s shaft. He also knew Daniel would rather pass out than pull away.

The thought of that kind of power over his lover—the power over his very breath—shot through Liam’s body like a drug. Of course he would never bring harm to Daniel and took his responsibilities as a Dom very seriously, but it was the knowledge that he
could
that thrilled him.

He pulled back, allowing Daniel to take a gulp of air before sliding back again. He continued the exercise of control until he could stand it no longer. Releasing Daniel’s wrists, he fell back onto the couch.

Daniel at once knelt forward, stroking and clutching Liam’s balls and the base of his shaft as he kissed and milked his cock for all he was worth. Within minutes Liam felt the warm, buttery tingle of impending release. When he came, Daniel greedily sucked every last drop before releasing him. Liam felt his warm lips again kissing the tops of his feet with featherlight touches.

He reached down and pulled Daniel up into his arms. As they stretched together along the sofa, he could feel Daniel’s erection hard against him. He whispered, “Do you want to come now? Or wait until tonight after your whipping?”

Daniel shivered, not with fear, Liam knew, but with anticipation. “Let me wait please, Sir. I want to ache for you,” he answered throatily. Liam smiled, his eyes flashing with lust.

* * * * *

“We received an email response from that Alex person,” Daniel announced after dinner. They’d fallen asleep together on the couch for a while. Daniel had woken first, slipping away to prepare their meal and write the email to Alex inviting him to come by for an interview, if he were so inclined. Had Daniel been seeking someone on his own, he would have probably gone the more traditional route, exchanging emails, photos and phone calls for a period of time before meeting the person outright.

He had to admit, Liam’s method certainly did cut to the chase. Before he’d met Liam, he’d dabbled in trying to meet guys online, dominant men who would be able to reach and tame the part of him that longed to submit to another. He’d found a few promising leads amongst the duds and wannabes. One man in particular had captured his fancy, and after weeks of emailing, exchanging pictures and talking on the phone, they had finally agreed to meet somewhere public for a drink.

For all their preparation, that one meeting had ended things before they’d started. While the man was good-looking and pleasant and claimed to have extensive experience as a Dom, when they finally met face-to-face, the chemistry just wasn’t there. As compatible as they’d seemed online, there was nothing that could replace the look in someone’s eye or the primal, unspoken attraction between potential lovers no amount of discussion or negotiating could affect.

That’s how it had been with Liam, he thought with a smile. His heart had twisted slightly with a kind of recognition before they’d even said a word to one another. Liam was tall with a head of thick, dark hair, the kind made to run fingers through. As he walked down his porch steps toward Daniel that first day, he could already sense Liam’s power coiled beneath a calm, smiling exterior as he held out his hand in greeting. He’d been at once captivated by Liam’s large, dark eyes, the expression in them confident and sure—that of a man used to taking what he wanted.

How thrilling it had been to discover they were both bisexual with a preference for men. Daniel hadn’t confessed that first night about his submissive tendencies. Not entirely comfortable with them himself, he hadn’t wanted to scare Liam away. Daniel wasn’t new to the scene, but he’d only played at it, from time to time meeting guys at BDSM clubs and sometimes going home with them. Nothing substantial ever came of those occasional trysts. The men he’d found who claimed to be Dom were usually only guys interested in rough sex. Sometimes they would tie him up, if he felt safe enough with them to permit it. While the BDSM play could be exciting, it had never satisfied something deep within Daniel that he didn’t entirely understand. Usually afterward he was left feeling dissatisfied and more alone than before.

It had taken Liam’s patience and love to help Daniel understand his desires were not simply a kink, a weird itch that needed to be scratched, but an essential part of his being that needed to be nurtured. Liam had helped him truly appreciate the power and poetry of a loving D/s relationship. He’d taught him to embrace his submission, to revel in it. Along with the love and genuine friendship they enjoyed as a part of their consensual Master-slave relationship, Daniel had found a peace with Liam he honestly hadn’t thought existed in this world.

Driven from an early age to achieve, he’d been a constant disappointment to his parents, or so it had seemed to him. He’d been their only child, born at a time when his parents’ marriage was coming apart at the seams. He’d been expected to be the glue that held them together, and in that, he supposed, he’d succeeded, though of course it was years before he knew any of this. His mother had miscarried several times both before and after Daniel’s birth. Finally the doctor warned her another pregnancy could kill her and she’d had her tubes tied.

Daniel became the focus of the family with both parents doting on him, but at the same time expecting him to somehow make things better for them, to make up for the brothers and sisters he was not destined to have, and to achieve the things his parents had not. From an early age he’d been aware they didn’t particularly like one another but stayed together “for the boy”.

His father, who had attended a local college of no particular renown, had high expectations—Daniel would attend an Ivy League school and make his mark in the world, either in science or business. Everything was sacrificed for his education—the fund to pay for college started when he was only three. On his mother’s part, the dream of grandchildren began to flower before he’d even graduated from middle school. She often talked of how Daniel and his wife would live nearby and she would spoil those grandkids rotten. “You two can go away whenever you like,” she would beam, talking of an imaginary wife to an eleven-year-old who didn’t yet even like girls. “I’ll watch the children. Don’t you worry about a thing.”

How furious his father had been, how disgusted, when he’d told him he didn’t want to go to college, at least not right away. He got a summer job when he was sixteen working with a landscape company and it had been love at first sight. He found he derived enormous satisfaction from working with the earth, from clearing away
entangled growth and weeds and planting beautiful things in their place. It turned out he had an eye for design, able to envision the transformation from the merely mundane to something special and suited to a particular property.

When he graduated high school, Frank, the owner of the landscaping company he’d worked at for the past two summers, offered him fulltime employment. Daniel accepted without hesitation. He’d known his father would be angry but hadn’t been prepared for the depths of his rage. For the first time in his life, his father struck him, slapping him across the face as he shouted, “You idiot! You’re throwing your life away to be a gardener! If I’d had your chances, I’d be the CEO of a Fortune 100 company!”

He’d disappointed his mother as well as the years passed and still he had not acquired a wife and produced the requisite pack of offspring. She’d eventually stopped trying to fix him up with girls, her face settling into lines of disappointment as she sighed deeply over his refusal to supply her with grandbabies.

Daniel threw himself into his work, saving to move out as quickly as he could from home. Within a few years, Frank offered him a partnership, teaching him everything he knew about running the business. They worked well together and Daniel was at his happiest when on the job, often working seven days a week. When Frank died suddenly at the age of sixty-three of a heart attack, Daniel bought out his widow, who was eager to sell.

With a business to run, he’d been able to stave off or at least ignore the loneliness of his life. While he had some friends and dated the occasional man or woman, he had never connected on any meaningful level to another person. As he matured, he became aware of his submissive sexual impulses, but it wasn’t until Liam took him in hand that he realized the awesome power and deep satisfaction of truly submitting to another.

They’d been together a little over a year, and for the first six or seven months he’d been happy to be completely submissive to his lover. He’d thrilled to each new erotic torture and sensually submissive act. Yet over time a different part of his sexual nature began to emerge. He found himself eager to discover the potential power of dominating someone. He’d close his eyes and imagine it was him and not Liam who held the whip. He would fantasize of someone bound by wrist and ankle to the St. Andrew’s Cross they had in their playroom, seeing himself dragging the leather thongs of Liam’s flogger over the slave’s naked flesh in the moment before he struck.

Once after they’d made love, he made the mistake of straddling Liam, pinning his wrists suddenly over his head with one hand and gripping his throat with the other in a primal display of dominance. If push came to shove, though Liam was the taller of the two, Daniel was definitely the stronger. Though he was only playing, or so he had said, Liam had easily reestablished his control. As quickly as his aggressive behavior had flared, it sputtered out as Liam caught him in a fiery gaze, compelling Daniel without words to loosen his hold and relinquish any idea of control.

Yet these occasional dominant urges had not subsided. Liam had always encouraged him to talk openly and honestly about every aspect of their D/s relationship. Thus he’d admitted to his growing compulsion to dominate another
person. He knew it couldn’t be Liam, and after that first tentative attempt, knew he didn’t want it to be Liam. They’d talked about bringing someone home from a club for casual play, but both knew how unsatisfying that usually turned out to be.

Liam was the one who suggested they do a search and find someone to bring home on a trial basis, not just for an overnight romp, but to serve them both. Daniel was thrilled at Liam’s interest. Of course it was understood Daniel would remain submissive to Liam, taking his direction with the new sub from his Master.

“Liam?” he said now since Liam hadn’t seemed to hear him, absorbed in reading legal papers he’d brought home from the office. He looked up from his work.

“I’m sorry. Did you say something?”

Daniel walked into Liam’s den and sat on the leather chair in front of his desk. “Alex will be here tomorrow at one o’clock.”

Liam smiled. “Excellent. Let’s hope the third time’s the charm.”

Daniel awoke early the next morning despite intending to sleep in. It was mid-June and the sun was already bright in a sky the color of robin’s eggs. He went out back to check on his koi pond and the flower gardens.

After doing a bit of weeding, he picked a large bunch of purple irises for the house. Once inside he showered and shaved, not neglecting his pubic area. Liam wanted him to be clean-shaven and smooth at all times. He liked it as well—it made him feel more submissive—to be that much more naked and accessible for his Master. Once showered, he pulled on white shorts, leaving his torso bare since Liam enjoyed seeing him shirtless.

He had just put homemade cinnamon rolls in the oven when Liam came ambling into the kitchen, his thick, dark hair tussled, his face still marked with sleep. Daniel poured coffee into his mug and smoothed out the newspaper next to it. Liam touched the top of his hand. “You’ve been up a while?”

“Yeah. I couldn’t sleep.” Daniel grinned, ducking his head.

Liam gave a knowing smile. “Don’t worry, one o’clock will be here before you know it. Just don’t get your hopes too high. If this guy doesn’t fit the bill, we’ll just keep looking.”

Liam had been right—though the morning had dragged out for weeks—suddenly it was five minutes to one. Liam was sitting calmly in the living room reading the rest of the newspaper. He was dressed casually in jeans and a red shirt that clung alluringly to his broad shoulders and tapered torso. Daniel was still in his white shorts but he’d put on a black T-shirt. His silver cuffs were on his wrists as always.

They heard a car crunching up the gravel of the driveway. Liam glanced up but didn’t move. Daniel resisted the urge to run to the window and peer out. The doorbell rang. After a beat, Liam looked up again, smiling. “You want to get that?

Daniel jumped up nervously. Without even glancing through the high window, he pulled the door open, eager to meet Alex Stewart.

He stared dumbfounded. The person standing there was slight, not much over five feet, slender as a willow switch with silky blonde hair and green-gold eyes above a pert nose and wide, generous mouth.

“Hi,” she said brightly, “I’m Alex.”

Chapter Two

Alex, known as Alexandra Stewart on her driver’s license, looked up at the very handsome guy standing in the doorway. He was staring intently at her, his mouth slightly open, making her suddenly self-conscious. Did she have something on her face? Had she, like in those horrible dreams one sometimes had, forgotten to put on her clothes before leaving the house?

“Um, are you Daniel? I’m Alex,” she finally ventured.