Two Masters for Alex (17 page)

He admired Alex’s form as she rode. Her legs were lean and strong. She was leaning forward, gripping the handles, her lips slightly parted with exertion. Her breasts swayed gently beneath the tank top. “Take off your top,” he said suddenly. He was after all in charge, was he not?

She hesitated a moment but as he continued to gaze at her, she released the bars and slowed her pedaling, lifted the hem of her shirt and pulled it free. Her high, firm breasts popped into view, her nipples fully erect. He continued to lift weights, saying nothing. She began to ride hard, the sweat trickling provocatively between her swaying breasts. She was moving on the seat, a small rocking motion and her breath came in hoarse pants.

Jesus! Suddenly he realized what she was doing. In two strides he was beside her. Lifting the small woman easily from the bike, he set her down hard on her ass. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? And right under my nose!”

Instead of blushing, stammering, protesting, denying as he’d expected, she didn’t say a word. She lay down, reached out her hand and caught him by the neck, pulling him down to her. Greedily she sought his mouth, feverishly kissing and biting his lips as she held him to her with surprising strength. Her breasts were mashed beneath his chest, the nipples poking against him. Despite himself, his cock rose hard against his shorts.

Unbelievably he felt her small hand slip beneath the waistband, seeking his shaft as if she had a right to it. “I have to have you, I
have
to,” she moaned against him. “Please, please, please, just fuck me a little. Just a little. I’m begging you!”

She released her hold on both his neck and his cock to shimmy out of her shorts. Her naked pussy glistened with her own juices as she wantonly spread her legs. Her face was flushed, her eyes shining with desire, her lips wet from the stolen kisses.

“Fuck me. Do whatever you have to afterward, but fuck me or I’m going to die.”

Though he knew he should be angry at her flagrant disobedience, he found himself deeply aroused by her pleas and ardent desperation. He was the Master now—he could do what he wished, use her as he wished. Liam had been quite clear in that regard. Maybe he
would
fuck her! Not because she demanded it but because she looked so vulnerable and beautiful lying there naked beneath him, her legs spread, her lips parted, her eyes pleading.

He could no longer resist the temptation. Pulling off his own shorts, he lowered himself on top of her, sliding one muscled thigh between her spread legs. She arched up to him, greedy for his cock. He shifted so its head touched the wet, silky entrance of her cunt. It had been several years since he’d fucked a woman. The moist clutch of her sex felt like a hot, perfect glove enveloping him. Different from the tight circle of muscle that ringed his cock with pleasure when Liam permitted him to use his ass—this was more like a thousand tiny fingers massaging his shaft from base to head. The pleasure was nearly unbearable.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!” she screamed, writhing and gasping beneath him. Her cries spurred his lust and he began to fuck her in earnest, slamming into her with all the pent-up passion he possessed.

Chapter Ten

During the train ride back to Westport Liam opened his Blackberry and pressed the speed dial button for home, eager to let Daniel know he was on his way. It was only two o’clock. His big meeting had finished unexpectedly quick and Liam had let his secretary know he would be leaving early that day. The home phone rang but Daniel didn’t pick up. He must be outside gardening, Liam decided. And what was Alex doing? Scrubbing a toilet wearing nothing but that creamy, fine skin? They would definitely need to try clamps on those perky nipples. Liam didn’t leave a message, deciding to surprise his two sexy subs.

He flashed back to that morning when Alex had stood at attention in her room, her little cunt sopping wet as always. Maybe that night they’d relent and let her have her orgasm. Though not before they put her through her paces.

The heavyset woman next to him was glancing sidelong at his lap. She looked up at his face and gave him what he supposed was her best effort at a sexy come-hither smile. Embarrassed by the obvious erection jutting at his groin, Liam put his briefcase on his lap and looked out the window at the scenery flashing by.

Once he retrieved his car at the train station Liam called home again. Still no answer. He tried Daniel’s cell phone but that too went to voice mail. A tendril of worry curled its way into his brain. Hopefully everything was all right at home. He drove faster, telling himself they were probably outside or had the music going in the playroom and didn’t hear the phone. Or perhaps they’d even gone out somewhere—to the supermarket maybe.

He pulled into the long drive, noting Daniel’s truck was parked where it always was and Alex’s little car was there as well. He hurried up the walkway and entered the house. “Daniel?” he called. No answer. He took the stairs two at a time and, as he neared the second floor, he heard the music coming from the playroom and heaved a huge sigh of relief. They simply hadn’t heard the phone. Daniel often played his music too loud when he was alone, at least too loud for Liam.

He pushed the door, which was slightly ajar and stopped dead in his tracks, unable for a split second to process what he was seeing. He felt as if ice had suddenly replaced the blood that a moment before had been flowing in his veins. He couldn’t speak, he couldn’t move. He could only stand impotently as his lover pummeled the naked girl beneath him, her breathy sighs interweaving with Daniel’s moans. He watched Daniel stiffen in the seconds before orgasm. He watched as Daniel came, his ass muscles clenched as he shuddered in uncontrolled release.

If he hadn’t been frozen in place by what he was witnessing, he would have crashed to the ground and, he was certain, smashed into a thousand bits of ice.

Alex was the first to notice Liam standing like a stone in the door, unable to move or speak. “Daniel,” she whispered frantically. “Liam’s here.” Daniel didn’t move, a deadweight on top of the small woman. More emphatically, Alex urged, “He’s here! In the doorway.”

All at once Daniel came alive. In one swift movement he pulled himself from the girl and whirled toward the door, toward Liam, who still stood rooted to the spot. He could see the look of horrified surprise that collided with anguished guilt as Daniel turned to face him. He could see Daniel’s spent cock, flagging and still sticky with the mingled juices from the two of them.

“Liam! You didn’t call.” Was this a reproach? Did his lover have the audacity to reprimand him for not sounding a warning so he could be sure to be in proper submissive form when Liam arrived? So the cuckold would be none the wiser of what had
really
been going on between the pair, seeing only what they wanted him to as the two so-called subs knelt naked, waiting to greet him?

This couldn’t be happening. Daniel would never fall in love with a woman! It wasn’t in his constitution. Of the two of them, Liam was far more likely to become emotionally involved with a female. Daniel’s interest had been for a chance to hone his skills with a whip, a chance to explore his dominant impulses in a safe way with someone who, by definition, would never be a threat to Liam, to their love for each other.

Daniel moved toward him, falling to his knees. He wrapped his arms around Liam’s legs. “I’m sorry, Sir,” he said softly. “I came without your permission. I-I let things get away from me. I should be punished.”

Came without his permission? Was that all this meant to Daniel? He’d come home to find his partner making love to a woman and Daniel framed it only in terms of stealing an orgasm? He looked down with near incomprehension at the streaked blond head of the man he loved more than life. Daniel shifted, moving back so he could kiss the tops of Liam’s shoes.

As he stared down at his prostrate lover, a warm glimmer of hope eased its way through the frozen rivulets of his heart, melting it just a little. Daniel had offered him the key to a graceful solution, at least superficially. Liam would punish them both—not for breaking his heart but for stealing an orgasm, for coming without his express permission.

He glanced toward Alex, who had remained on the floor, curling in on herself like a fetal ball. “I can see it’s a good thing I came home when I did.” He looked down at Daniel. “I’m disappointed in you, Daniel,” he said, aware of his understatement. Daniel’s eyes filled with tears as he looked away.

“Get up,” he said gruffly. “Both of you. Shower and get back here pronto. I’ll deal with you then.” They both scrambled to their feet.

“Liam, we should talk—” Daniel said quietly.

“We will,” Liam cut him off. “Not yet. Do what you’re told.” He turned on his heel, desperate for the sanctuary of his study.

He sank into the old leather chair behind his desk and swiveled it toward the large window. Staring out at Daniel’s beautiful landscaping, he tried to get his head around what he had just witnessed. He knew Daniel was right—they should talk, had to talk. Yet he wasn’t ready to hear what Daniel had to say. What if—no, it didn’t bear thinking about! And yet, the thought would not simply disappear on his command as his two subs had just done, scuttling to their respective bathrooms to wash the sticky evidence of their betrayal from their perfect young bodies…

Liam let out a breath, his mind veering into dark places. He had always trusted Daniel intrinsically, never for a moment wondering what he did during the long hours every day when Liam was bent over legal papers in law offices or entertaining his clients in overpriced restaurants or walking them through difficult negotiations over how to invest and spend their enormous wealth. He had known Daniel was home, lovingly caring for their house and gardens. The proof was in the gleaming surfaces, the shiny floors, polished woods, beautiful flowers and rolling lawns. It was in the way Daniel kept himself fit and sexy, always waiting with utter devotion by the door when Liam arrived, tired but never too tired to be adored and worshipped by his willing slave boy.

How could he have been so foolish as to think a third person could do anything but throw a wrench in the perfect machinery of their finely tuned D/s relationship? What had he been thinking to permit such a manipulative slut of a girl to spend the day alone with his Daniel, luring him into her clutches and away from Liam?

“Cut it out,” he said aloud, aware he was being ridiculous. It wasn’t Alex’s fault. Daniel was the one in charge. Even if she’d been seductive and inappropriate in her supposed role as submissive to them both, Daniel should have exercised better judgment. Daniel was responsible for her submissive behavior while they were home alone. Hadn’t Liam himself given Daniel carte blanche while he was away? No, he hadn’t expected to find them fucking on the floor—the image stabbed at his heart and he shook it away—but to be fair, he’d never expressly forbidden it. He’d had no problem with Daniel’s punishment of her the day before, tying the girl down and bringing her near to orgasm without permitting her the much-needed release.

Was this so very different? If a Master wanted to fuck his slave, hadn’t he the right? Wasn’t Daniel guilty only of the technicality of coming without permission? Still, he couldn’t help but wonder if he hadn’t been there to witness the infraction, would Daniel have confessed on his own?

Liam closed his eyes, half wishing he hadn’t come home early but had been left in ignorant bliss as to what had just transpired between his two subs. The wish was halfhearted however. Liam preferred to face things head-on. If there was something to deal with here—if Daniel were in fact falling in love with someone else—it was better to find out now and deal with it straight up. Meanwhile, Liam still had a duty as Daniel’s
Master to punish him as promised. He didn’t know if Alex had come or not. Frankly, he didn’t care. He would punish her too just because he wished to.

He went back upstairs, stopping in the bedroom to change into shorts and a T-shirt. He laid his suit over the rack in the corner of the room, aware Daniel would later hang it or send it to the cleaners if it needed it. Daniel always made sure his clothes were clean and pressed, his shoes shined, his ties neatly arranged in the tidy closet. Liam sighed as he thought about the hundred things Daniel did for him every day above and beyond the sexually submissive adoration he lavished on him.

Only that morning Daniel had woken him as he often did by slipping down beneath the sheets to take Liam’s cock into his warm, eager mouth. Liam would wake slowly, his body responding to the warm caress of Daniel’s tongue before his mind came fully alert. Sometimes he would permit Daniel to continue until he came, spurting his seed down Daniel’s throat. Daniel would keep his cock in his mouth until it softened. Then he would slip down to lick and suckle his balls in a gesture Liam found deeply sensual and submissive.

Other times he would withdraw his still-erect cock shiny with Daniel’s kisses, stopping before he came. He too liked to burn for his lover, aware their lovemaking that night would be all the sweeter for it.

He walked into the playroom on bare feet. Both subs were kneeling side by side on the floor, their foreheads touching the carpet, their asses raised. Their arms were extended in front of them on the ground as if in supplication. In spite of himself, Liam stood in front of them, his hands on his hips, feeling his power rise like a serpent in his gut.

He touched the top of Alex’s still-wet head with his toe. “You. Go to the toy chest and get Daniel’s leather cock ring. And get the snake too.” The girl leapt to her feet and hurried to do his bidding. Daniel remained stock still, head down. Liam knelt beside him. “Since it’s your cock that got you in trouble, I’m going to punish it. Go wait at the cross. Assume the position, facing the room.”