Two Masters for Alex (22 page)

Soon the week would end. She would go back to her quiet life, writing her novels on her laptop in her tiny apartment, going on boring dates with men well-meaning friends set her up with, getting her hopes up when some potential Dom answered one of her ads, only to be woefully disappointed time after time.

She put on her sexiest top. It was black with a built-in panel that lifted and offered her breasts provocatively without the need of a bra. She was tempted to wear her tight black leather miniskirt and high heels but didn’t quite dare, instead deciding on a simple white cotton skirt.

She hurried out of her room, skipping lightly down the stairs in her bare feet. Opening the huge stainless steel refrigerator, she found the ingredients to make an omelet. She sliced some ham and put on the coffee, humming softly to herself. “I could get used to this housewife stuff,” she said aloud, grinning, “as long as it’s in a kitchen like this and there are two gorgeous men upstairs!”

* * * * *

Daniel looked at the clock. Eight forty-five. He stretched next to his sleeping lover and thought of Alex still cuffed in her room. Slipping out of the bed, he pulled on shorts and padded down the hall. When he stuck his head into Alex’s empty room, he was confused. Was she in the bathroom? It would be hard for a woman to pee with her hands cuffed behind her back, he thought with a grin.

She wasn’t in the bathroom, though from the steam fogging the mirror and the damp towel he noticed hanging on a hook, she had been recently. He returned to the bedroom and spied the cuffs, open on the bed. He frowned. How dare she release herself! Of course he had known it was possible to remove the cuffs, but a proper submissive would never dare to do such a thing! He shook his head. She wasn’t going to work out, not in the long term. True, she was sexy and fun and last night had been amazing, taking her to the edge of what she could tolerate and then watching her break free, soaring away to that rarified place only a gifted Dom could lead a sub to.

He had done that! He had taught Alex to fly! He knew now that she’d tasted it she would crave it as he did, though he didn’t know if he could take her there again. Liam and he were so connected Liam could take him to that intense, heady place almost at will. Alex was new, too untested for him to know her true potential.

He hurried down the stairs, the smell of brewing coffee luring him to the kitchen. Alex turned to him with a bright smile. His eye was drawn to her cleavage, accentuated
by the tight top she was wearing. “I’m making breakfast.” She looked terribly proud as she held up a coffee mug triumphantly. He couldn’t help but smile back. He accepted the mug and poured himself some coffee.

“There’s cream and sugar on the table,” Alex announced. “I can make you an omelet—I’ve got the ingredients all ready. Would you like toast? I can put on some bacon.”

“Just coffee right now, thanks,” Daniel said. “I like to wait and eat with Liam. I haven’t showered yet. I came to release your cuffs and found you’d done it yourself.”

Alex colored. “I know I wasn’t supposed to do that. But when I saw how late it was and the two of you were still sleeping—I thought I’d surprise you with breakfast. I mean, it’s not as if I’m your
real
sub.”

Daniel nodded slowly. She was right. It wasn’t as if she belonged to them. By her remark, it was pretty clear she wasn’t in it for the long term. Daniel would never have removed a restraint Liam had placed upon him without express permission, but Daniel
was
Liam’s real sub. They could train Alex as intensively as they liked, but when the week was up, she would return to her life, a life that had nothing to do with either of them. He’d enjoyed the week of playing at Master, but was it really any more than that? If she stayed longer, might Liam grow too fond of her? Could he really bear to share the love of his life with someone else—with a woman?

Alex was watching him, a frown on her face. When he didn’t respond, her expression closed off and she turned away. He realized she had been expecting him to refute her assertion, to say, “No, no, don’t say that. Of course you’re our real sub.”
What
’
s wrong with me
? Daniel wondered, uncomfortable with the strange feelings he was experiencing. Was he still jealous of this girl? That was ridiculous, wasn’t it? She was no threat. She was just a diversion, a bit of fun.

He sipped his coffee. She’d made it well, strong but not too much so, just the way he liked it. She looked unhappy, staring moodily out the kitchen window. He knew he was the one who had put that frown on her face. It wasn’t her fault there was no place in the long term for a female in their household. In an effort to cheer her up he said, “This coffee is excellent.”

She brightened a little, offering him a small smile. She really was quite beautiful, he thought suddenly. The sunlight was hitting her hair so it looked almost white and the gold flecks in her green eyes seemed to dance when she smiled. She looked especially sexy in that top, no doubt her intention. “Are you wearing panties?” he said, eyeing the short white skirt.

“No, Sir,” she said softly.

“Show me,” he ordered, feeling his cock stir as his dominant personality came to the fore. Slowly, her face flushing a pretty pink, Alex lifted the hem of her short skirt until her shaven mons was revealed. His body recalled hers—the light, feminine scent of her neck, the hot, wet clench of her pussy, her breathy cries as she shuddered in orgasm against him…

Daniel stood, discomfited by his rising lust. He needed to shower and groom quickly before Liam stirred, if he wasn’t up already. Then he would wake his Master with loving attention, starting with his toes and kissing up to his cock where he would linger for as long as permitted. He left Alex still standing with her dress raised to her waist, forgotten as he hurried upstairs.

* * * * *

Alex sat glumly at the kitchen table. How humiliating to have him order her to show herself like that only to walk out, obviously distracted, even bored! It had been a stupid idea to make breakfast for them. Daniel probably thought she was trying to take over his precious kitchen or something.

She stood and moved to the window, staring at the brightly colored flowers in full bloom. Absently she reached back to touch her ass. She could feel the welts, a testament to last night’s intensity. Despite her bad mood, she couldn’t deny the thrill at the memory.

It was hard to reconcile the sexy, dominant Daniel of last night with the cool, almost distant man of this morning. It was almost as if he were done with her somehow. As if last night had been the grand finale in his mind—he’d made her fly. That’s what they’d called it, and she agreed it was the perfect description. Never in her life had Alex felt at once so sensual and alive and yet so utterly at peace, as she had swaying there between the trees, drawn to some higher plane by the loving stroke of the whip.

“God, I hope they do that again before they send me away,” she whispered to the empty room. She was pretty sure they would send her away once the week was up. She wondered if they would consider the week at an end on Friday or on Sunday? Either way she only had a few days to make a difference, to redeem herself, to prove she could be a true submissive. Hadn’t last night been a big step? She’d never flown before, that much was certain. But maybe that had more to do with Daniel’s skill than her own willingness to submit. She honestly didn’t know.

Alex glanced at the clock. It had been nearly a half-hour since Daniel had left the kitchen. She would need to make a fresh pot of coffee. Where were they? She decided to tiptoe upstairs and see what they were doing. Quietly she left the kitchen and mounted the stairs, moving silently on bare feet.

Outside their door, which was slightly ajar, she could hear their low, masculine murmurs. She listened hard, aware she was eavesdropping but not caring. “Do you really want her to…” She lost the thread for a moment and then heard, “It’s been fun but I’m not sure I want…” The voice, which she recognized as Daniel’s, dipped and she couldn’t hear the rest of the sentence.

Liam spoke. “We’ll give her until Friday night. We’ll make a decision then. I only want what makes you happy, Daniel. It’s not as if she’s…” Damn! His voice faded and she heard the sound of the shower running. She waited a moment longer but heard nothing else. They must have moved into the bathroom.

She leaned against the wall, feeling miserable. It was pretty obvious from what she’d overheard they intended to let the week play out, being the gentlemen that they were, she thought bitterly, but would send her packing the moment it was polite to do so.

She hugged herself, fighting the ridiculous tears that threatened to spring to her eyes. What was the matter with her! She hadn’t planned to make this a permanent thing either! She’d wanted the experience of being with real Doms! Well, she’d certainly had that! Liam and Daniel lived the lifestyle 24/7! They were serious about their D/s relationship. Could she really expect to become a part of their lives? Did she even want to?

Of course she didn’t! She had her own life back in Danbury. She had a career, she had friends, she had her apartment. Alex sighed. Who was she kidding? She would give it all up in a heartbeat to share the amazing life these two men led. In the four days she’d been there she’d never felt more alive, more vital, more self-aware. Yes, she would admit she’d been greedy and not very obedient all of the time, but she knew she could learn to do better! Why, look how far she’d come in only four days! She was poised on the discovery of her true submissive self, and instead of being permitted to explore and grow with it, she was going to be sent away because Daniel wanted to keep Liam all to himself.

In a flash, she realized that was it! Daniel was afraid. He was afraid she was going to steal his man. Alex shook her head. Such a thought had never entered it. If she felt any romantic feelings, they were for Daniel, not Liam. Liam had remained a kind of distant figure, only appearing at night to watch Daniel put her through her paces.

Yet it had been Liam who cradled her in his arms, carrying her so gently to the bedroom. Liam was more patient with her, more understanding. He was more nurturing. Perhaps it was because he was older or because he was more used to being a Dom and thus more secure.

If Daniel were jealous, Alex would have to do something to set his mind at rest. Perhaps Daniel sensed her desire to be the one in the middle. In all her fantasies, she was nestled between the two men, both of whom focused on her as their object of adoration. Perhaps he had picked up on this and felt threatened. Could she blame him? She wouldn’t want someone else coming between her and her partner. They had been clear she was being brought into their home so Daniel could explore his dominant impulses.
Not
so she could make both of them fall in love with her! Yet she was forced to admit as she honestly examined her motives for the first time, at the back of her mind she had harbored a secret desire to ensnare them both.

“I can fix it!” she said resolutely to herself as she marched down the hall to her room. “I’ll be a model of submission for the next two days. When they inform me I’m to leave, I’ll thank them for the most amazing experience of my life and I’ll pack my things and disappear. I won’t beg to stay. I won’t throw myself on their feet and cry and promise anything for another chance.”

She entered her room and walked to her bureau. She removed the provocative outfit and put on a tank top and shorts, clothing more appropriate for chores. Next she sat on the bed and secured the leather cuffs around her wrists. It took some doing, but she finally managed to clip them together behind her back. She knelt on the floor and waited patiently for her Masters to come to her.

* * * * *

It was Daniel who found her. “There you are,” he said as he opened her door. He realized as he stared down at her she had changed her clothes. She was dressed now as he was, in a tank top and shorts. He saw she’d cuffed her wrists behind her back.

“Stand up,” he said, watching as she rolled to her side to enable herself to rise without the use of her hands for balance. She kept her head down, eyes on the floor. “Have you forgotten inspection?”

She looked up at him suddenly, her green eyes wide. “Oh,” she said softly. He waited for the excuses—she hadn’t realized because it was so late, she assumed things were different when Liam slept in, or whatever else she would come up with to avoid admitting she’d messed up—but she only nodded. “Yes, Sir,” she said quietly. “I’m sorry.”

He moved behind her and released the clips of her cuffs. Alex at once pulled off her clothes and stood at attention, lacing her fingers behind her head. She kept her eyes on the swinging pendulum of the wall clock. Daniel moved close to her and cupped her breast in his hand. He expected her to lean into his hand, to try to rub her nipple against his palm like a sluttish kitten.

She didn’t move a muscle. He noticed a gleam of determination in her eye and a resolute tilt to her small, pointed chin.

He turned when he heard Liam at the door. “She’s ready for inspection,” Daniel said, stepping back. He didn’t add that she hadn’t been ready only a moment before. He appreciated her gesture of putting the cuffs back on and waiting on her knees. She did have potential, he couldn’t deny that.

Liam stroked Daniel’s cheek with the back of one finger before moving toward the girl. Daniel watched as he ran his fingers under her arms and down her legs, knowing the skin was smooth and soft as satin. Liam said, “You’ll do,” to Alex, who didn’t respond, her eyes straight ahead, breasts thrust proudly forward.