Two Masters for Alex (5 page)

Maybe she was insane! To agree, based on a single meeting, to stay for a week with two practical strangers as their submissive sex slave! It sounded sexy, even thrilling, in theory, but was she in fact out of her mind? Her pussy tingled as she recalled Liam’s large hand cupping it, sliding a hard, thick finger into her as if he already owned her, making her blush and moan while Daniel sat by, taking it all in.

She’d wanted to come so bad but had to admit his forcing her to stop before she did so was even more intense than if he’d let her. It was a hint, a taste, of what she desperately needed. She didn’t understand her primal urge to submit to another, but that made it no less real. Had she at last found in Liam and Daniel the opportunity to give completely of herself? Would she have the courage and grace to accept what they
offered on their terms without manipulating them and bending them to her whim as she had with every other man before?

Distracted from packing her suitcase, Alex leaned back on the bed, slipping her fingers beneath the waist of her shorts to her pussy. She imagined herself on her knees with Liam’s cock in her mouth and Daniel’s cock inside her. As she rubbed herself to a rapid orgasm, she practiced saying their names.
Liam
…
Daniel
…
please
,
Sir
,
may I come
…?

Chapter Three

Daniel opened the door, watching her pull up the long graveled drive. Liam had sent her away on Saturday after their initial meeting to give her time, he said, to acclimate to the idea of spending a week with them. Liam hadn’t said but Daniel suspected he was also giving Daniel time to acclimate.

That night after the interview they lay in bed just before sleep, talking it all over. “This is ultimately for you, Daniel,” Liam reminded him. “While I’m at work, you’ll be in charge. We’ll discuss how we want to train her and how we see her fitting into our play. You’ve practiced your whip stroke enough. It’s time to try it out on the real thing!” He kissed Daniel, a hard, sensual kiss that left Daniel breathless. At the same time, Daniel felt him grip his balls, just tight enough to make him gasp against Liam’s mouth, still on his.

“You want to dominate someone, and you know that someone will never be me.” He squeezed harder and Daniel closed his eyes, his cock perversely hardening in spite of the pain—because of the pain. Liam released him and rolled back. Instinctively Daniel moved toward him, his cock straining with anticipation.

Liam’s fingers found and gripped Daniel’s erect shaft beneath the sheets. As he idly stroked it, he said, “We’ll see what this girl’s made of, hmm? You can spank her, whip her, have her do the household chores you dislike and punish her soundly if she fails to meet your expectations. I’ll expect you to teach her to service a man. I’ve yet to meet a woman who can suck cock properly. I’ll expect you both naked and on your knees when I get home.”

Daniel watched Alex climb out of her old car. She walked around to the trunk and pulled out a suitcase, setting it down with a thump on the ground. She lifted out what looked like a laptop case and slung it over her shoulder. Daniel smiled at the large suitcase, doubting she’d be wearing too many outfits over the course of the week. In warm weather, Liam often had Daniel go naked or wear only shorts.

He walked out to help her. “Hello, Alex,” he called as he approached her.

She looked up with a big smile. “Daniel! You do exist! I almost convinced myself I imagined this whole thing.”

“I’m real enough,” he laughed. “Come on in and I’ll show you your room. Then we can get started. Liam’s going to come home early tonight if he can.” Alex followed him into the house, allowing him to carry her suitcase. He preceded her up a wide, curving staircase, its stairs of polished oak, its banisters ornately carved and painted a gleaming black. He took her down the hallway, past the open door of what looked like the master bedroom to a smaller room farther down the hall.

The room contained a four-poster bed of black wrought iron with a white down quilt plumped invitingly over the sheets. There was a bureau, a wardrobe and a small writing desk beneath the large single window that overlooked the side gardens. Small watercolors of garden scenes were hung on each wall. It reminded her of the room of a maiden aunt in an old Victorian romance. She was thoroughly enchanted.

“No closet, sorry,” Daniel commented. “These old houses are sadly lacking in both closets and bathrooms. Though this room does have its own bath, I’m happy to say.”

Alex stepped into the center of the room. “It’s lovely.” She moved to the writing table and placed her laptop bag there, noticing a vase of fresh wildflowers as she did so. “More flowers!” she exclaimed. “You must pay your gardeners a fortune to maintain the grounds here. The landscaping is so beautiful.”

Daniel smiled and said modestly. “I designed it and I do most of the work. I might bring in some guys to clear out brush and prune the trees. I take care of the lawn and gardens myself. I used to own and run my own landscape company, but I sold it awhile back. I was working sixty or more hours a week with no vacation for years. With Liam’s schedule, we hardly saw one another. I’ve been working since I was sixteen and I was starting to burn out. Liam found someone interested in buying it for a ridiculously high sum. Now I get to spend my time taking care of this house and the gardens and serving the man I adore.”

Alex smiled. “That’s very romantic, Daniel.” She looked wistful and turned to stare out the window.

“It is,” he replied, “but it’s also a lot of work to keep this place up. The dusting alone takes over an hour. The gardening could take all day if I let it. I like to cook a nice meal for when Liam comes home. You’ll be able to help me with all that. We’ll incorporate it into your training.”

“My training,” she repeatedly softly, her eyes taking on a glitter Daniel would come to recognize as submissive desire.

“Yes. We’ll start now. Put away your things and strip. I’ll want to inspect you.”

“I’m sorry. What?”

“You heard me. I’ll give you a few minutes to put away your things and then I want you naked and waiting for me. It’s not as if I haven’t already seen your body,” he said with a lift of his brows. “That’s lesson number one, by the way. The first one I learned—there’s no room for modesty. If you want to learn to submit as you claim, the first rule is to let go of your own inhibitions. If your Master says strip, he means it. He doesn’t mean act all coy and cover yourself and blush and make excuses. He means strip. Got it?”

Without waiting for her to answer, Daniel turned and left the room, hoping she hadn’t seen the grin that snaked its way over his face. This was going to be fun!

* * * * *

Alex looked at herself in the full-length mirror that hung on the outside of the wardrobe. “You got yourself into this,” she whispered. She wasn’t especially shy about her body as Daniel seemed to think she was. She even considered herself something of an exhibitionist, in the right circumstances. She knew men admired her body and she’d used that to her advantage most of her life.

The jury was still out on Daniel however. She knew Liam found her attractive. She had seen the lust in his face after he’d nearly made her come. While they’d claimed Daniel was bisexual as well, she remained unconvinced. Not that it mattered, she told herself. She wasn’t here to have an affair with Daniel—she was here to be properly trained as a submissive!

The concept of being trained by another sub was an interesting one, and one she had to admit she found rather intriguing. It made sense after all. Who would know better than a sub what was expected?

She heard a noise in the hallway and quickly pulled open her suitcase, grabbing the contents and shoving them in the bureau drawers, all of which were empty. There would be time to arrange things properly later, she figured.

She unbuttoned and removed her sleeveless blouse, unzipped and stepped out of her short skirt and removed her bra and underwear as quickly as she could. Rummaging through her duffel bag, she found her perfume and gave a few strategic squirts on her neck, her thigh and her belly. Again glancing in the mirror, she fluffed her hair with her fingers, giving a rueful grin as it flopped back into her eyes.

Daniel still didn’t appear. Alex pushed her empty suitcase under the high bed. She took her makeup bag into the bathroom for a touchup. The room was small, its tub narrow, the toilet squeezed in beside the sink. She barely took in the details as she hurried back into the bedroom to wait for Daniel.

An old-fashioned pendulum clock hung on the wall near the door. She glanced at it. Surely five minutes had passed! Where was Daniel? She tried to think back. Had he said to wait standing or sitting? Would it matter? She shifted nervously from foot to foot and finally sat down on the bed. The mattress felt firm beneath the soft, thick comforter. She lay back to test the pillows.

“So this is how you present yourself? Lying down like some princess? Get up! Stand at attention.” Daniel had appeared suddenly. Alex leapt up, startled and discomfited by his stealthy arrival.

“I’m sorry!” she said. “I wasn’t sure how to wait. You took so long to return—”

“Lesson two,” he interrupted. “And this is probably the hardest lesson, at least it was for me. Patience. A good sub is patient. She waits until her Master is ready for her. Even if that takes minutes, hours or days. She doesn’t presume or push. She doesn’t ask when. She waits. What I should have found when I came back was you standing in the middle of the room, your hands behind your head, your legs spread, your eyes on the wall in front of you.”

“How was I supposed to know that?” Alex snapped, annoyed and embarrassed at already messing up in her first five minutes.

“Because I said I wanted to inspect you. That’s how you wait for an inspection. Liam will inspect you every morning before he goes to work. He likes his slaves meticulously groomed. But there’s more to it than that. It gets you in the proper submissive headspace to begin your day. As does his mark.” Absently he rubbed his ass through his shorts. Alex stared.

“His mark?” she whispered.

“Yes. If you’re lucky, that is. Liam marks me every morning, just to remind me who I belong to while he’s away. I prefer the single tail. It hurts like hell, but it’s fast and it leaves a beautiful welt. It never fails to give me an erection that lasts for at least a half-hour after he’s gone.”

Alex felt her pussy moisten at the mention of being marked. In her fantasies, her lord and Master would mark her each day, just as Daniel was describing. When she’d lived briefly with the man she had hoped would become her fulltime Dom, she’d asked him to mark her, but he only used his hand. Its imprint faded after only a few minutes. He’d seemed almost annoyed by what to her would have been an erotic, meaningful ritual, and after awhile she’d stopped asking.

Daniel was staring at her pointedly and Alex quickly put her hands behind her head, spreading her legs as she fixed her eyes on the clock. Daniel nodded and moved very close to her so she could feel his warm breath on her cheek as he bent down. He ran his finger under her arm. “When did you shave last?”

“Yesterday morning,” she answered, suddenly self-conscious. Kneeling, he ran his fingers lightly over her calf. He stood, cupping her bare mons in his hand. She felt herself blushing as his fingers slid over her outer labia.

“Not good enough,” he announced. “You’ll need to shower and groom yourself properly before Liam gets home. I’ve got a very emollient shaving cream I’ll lend to you. He’s quite particular.” Alex nodded, thoroughly embarrassed.

“Have you had breakfast?” Daniel asked.

“Breakfast?” she repeated, not having expected the question.

“Yeah. You know, food you eat in the morning?” He grinned.

“Uh, no, actually. I was a little wound up, I guess. I had some coffee a couple of hours ago.” Alex realized she was hungry and could definitely go for another cup of coffee. “Is that an offer?” she asked hopefully.

“It is. I’ve got some banana muffins left over from Liam’s breakfast. I’ll brew a pot of coffee and we can sit and talk a little more before you get started on your day’s chores. Come on.”

“Daniel?”

“Yes?” He paused in the doorway and turned to look at her.

“Can I put something on? I don’t have to stay naked all the time, do I?”

He seemed to ponder the question. Finally he grinned and said, “No, I guess not. Though I do like looking at your breasts. They are a thing of beauty.” Alex felt her face warm with embarrassed pleasure. Perhaps the guy wasn’t entirely gay after all. He continued. “You can wear a tank top if you have one and some shorts. Don’t bother with underwear or a bra. I’ll see you in the kitchen.”

Alex pulled open a drawer, rummaging for a tank top, of which she had several in various colors. She selected a yellow one and pulled it on. She found her most comfortable cutoff denim shorts, made from a favorite pair of much-worn jeans, and hurried out of the room to find Daniel. She passed the large master bedroom and another room, its door closed. Unable to resist, she turned the knob, pushed the door open and peeked in. She stood open-mouthed as she stared into what looked like a medieval torture chamber cum exercise room. She recognized the toys—a St. Andrew’s Cross in one corner, its cuffs dangling invitingly, a large selection of whips hung by varying size and type on hooks along one wall and an exam table, leather straps waiting to be buckled and tightened over a naked body. One wall was lined with mirrors and there was what looked like a ballet dancer’s bar set into it. In another corner there was an exercise bicycle and some free weights. She wanted to linger, to see what was in the large chest beneath the whips, but she didn’t dare, instead closing the door quietly and hurrying along the hallway and down the stairs.