Two Masters for Alex (24 page)

She said none of this aloud, instead recalling Daniel’s stories he’d shared during their daily chores, about how a true Master knows what his sub needs, sometimes even when it goes against instinct. Trust, he’d told her over and over, was key to true submission.
Trust your Master
.
If you can
’
t do that
,
you
’
ll never fully belong to him
.

Slowly she lay back down against Liam, who whispered against her ear, “Good girl.” She bit her lip as she felt Daniel behind her, smearing lubricant over her virgin hole. She gasped as she felt the head of his cock gently probing her entrance.

Liam began to move, a swiveling thrust that for a moment made her forget the pending invasion as swirls of melting heat hurtled through her body. She felt a sudden sharp pain and realized Daniel had penetrated her. Liam continued to move, again distracting her. She moaned against his chest. He held her tighter.

She felt Daniel’s hands lightly gripping her hips as he eased himself inside her. Both men moved slowly and gently as they gauged her ability to accommodate the two of them. After being left achingly empty all week, suddenly she was fuller than she’d ever been in her life. “You okay?” Liam asked softly. Alex nodded. She was better than okay! She was on fire!

Daniel began to move, pressing carefully into her as Liam lifted and lowered her onto his cock. As they fucked the girl, Liam leaned up to meet Daniel and they kissed, with Alex sandwiched between them. For once she didn’t feel a shred of jealousy as she watched the lovers kiss. How could she when their cocks were embedded inside her, doing something amazing to all her nerve endings with each thrust.

Alex began to move on her own at last, her body taking over as lust roiled through her blood. Gripping Liam’s shoulders, she clutched over his cock with her muscles, grinding her pelvis against him. Daniel began to thrust harder behind her, but instead
of it hurting as she’d feared, it only fueled the fire in her cunt. His added weight against her heightened the friction of her clit against Liam’s pubic bone.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” she began to chant, unaware she was speaking. She never wanted this moment to end. She was poised on the edge of something powerful, something she felt might consume her, even destroy her, if she gave in. Both men were thrusting hard against her, holding her captive between them as they took their pleasure.

“Sir, I need to come,” Daniel gasped urgently behind her.

“Yes,” Liam said, “yes!” Daniel shuddered, gripping her tightly as he came deep inside her. The sensation was like nothing she’d experienced vaginally. She could actually feel him shooting his hot seed into her virgin tunnel. Moments later Liam began to thrust faster inside her, wrapping her tight against his chest. She gave in at last, careening over the edge of her own release, keening in a low sustained moan as the tremors went on and on…

When she came to herself some minutes later she was lying between the two men, unable to move from sheer sexual lethargy. Liam, who was leaning up on his elbow facing her, grinned. “I know a little slave girl who’s in trouble,” he said, but his eyes twinkled.

Alex frowned. “Why? What did I do?”

“You forgot to ask permission to come,” Daniel, who was lying on his back on her other side, said with a laugh. “Guess you’ll have to be punished.” He leaned over and kissed her nose.

* * * * *

Alex awoke to a room bathed in sunlight. For a moment she couldn’t place where she was. Then she realized she must have fallen asleep in their bed and it looked as if they’d let her stay all night!

Now she was alone however, both men gone from the room. She listened for sounds in the bathroom but heard nothing. She looked at the clock by the side of the bed. Nine-thirty! She sat up, wondering if she was supposed to shower and present herself for inspection. Or did that stricture no longer apply now that the week had come to an end?

She sat up and scooted toward the side of the big bed. Her bladder was achingly full. She used their bathroom and then hurried to her own bedroom to put something on before she went looking for the men. Once there she decided to brush her hair and put on a bit of makeup before going in search of them. Maybe if she looked pretty enough, they’d want to keep her.

“You really want to stay, don’t you?” she said aloud to her reflection as she applied blush to her cheeks. She realized she did. She really did. This was the first time in her
admittedly young life she felt completely at ease in her own skin. She was no longer looking for something—searching, waiting, dreaming of “someday”.

She hadn’t been looking for love, or so she’d told herself. Yet she knew in her bones she was in love, not with one man but with two. The question was, and it was a doozie, could they possibly love her in return? She decided the only way to settle this question was to face it head-on. Thrusting her chin forward with a determined air, she went in search of her two Masters.

* * * * *

Daniel looked up from the table as Alex entered the kitchen. “Morning, lazybones,” he said with a smile. Liam, who had been reading the paper while sipping his coffee, greeted her as well.

“We were just talking about you,” he said, gesturing for her to sit down.

“I made cheese blintzes with blueberry compote. I saved you a plate in the oven,” Daniel said, rising to get it. Alex felt warmth easing through her body. She felt cared for, cherished by these two amazing men. Would this be the end of her dream? A week in paradise and then just memories to carry her through?

Daniel set a plate of blintzes in front of her and poured coffee into a waiting mug. “Thank you,” Alex said, nearly overwhelmed by the tumult of feelings raging inside her. She would be cool. She wouldn’t ask, she wouldn’t demand to know what the next step was. She would sip her coffee, eat the delicious food Daniel had prepared, smile graciously at the two men—the very model of collected self-control.

Liam leaned over the table, putting his hand lightly over Daniel’s. They smiled at one another as if nothing in the world existed except the two of them. In that one moment Alex felt such loneliness, she nearly cried aloud.

“Can I stay? Please let me stay!” she blurted, and then blushed hotly, silently cursing herself. So much for gracious and cool.

Liam and Daniel both turned to stare at her. She thought of taking it back, pretending she hadn’t meant it, she was only kidding. But she had meant it. She didn’t know if she wanted to spend her life with them. She didn’t know if it were really possible to be in love with two men at once, or if they could find a way to love her, to include her in their lives. All she knew was that at that moment she wanted nothing more than to finish breakfast, shower and groom, present herself for inspection, do her chores with Daniel, perhaps spend the afternoon working on her new novel—
Two Masters for Amy
—and open herself to whatever delightful games they had planned for the evening. She wanted to curl up in their bed again at night and wake up the next morning and do it all again.

Neither man answered her, at least not with words. They were both smiling. Liam gave a small nod to Daniel, who stood and retrieved something from the counter. He set an oblong box on the table next to Alex’s plate. She stared down at it. “Go on,” he said, “open it. They’re for you, if you want them. You need to understand if you accept
them, you belong to us. They are symbolic of your giving yourself to us freely and without reservation. We want you, but only on our terms. That means all or nothing.”

Alex lifted the lid off the box. She stared down at the slim silver cuffs. They were identical to the ones Daniel wore and never removed. She lifted them in her hands, her eyes filling with tears of joy.

She handed one cuff to Daniel and the other to Liam. Holding out her wrists, she said, “I accept.”

About the Author

Claire Thompson has written numerous novels and short stories, all exploring aspects of Dominance & submission. Ms. Thompson’s gentler novels seek not only to tell a story, but to come to grips with, and ultimately exalt in the true beauty and spirituality of a loving exchange of power. Her darker works press the envelope of what is erotic and what can be a sometimes dangerous slide into the world of sadomasochism. She writes about the timeless themes of sexuality and romance, with twists and curves to examine the ‘darker’ side of the human psyche. Ultimately Claire’s work deals with the human condition, and our constant search for love and intensity of experience.

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