Two Masters for Alex (9 page)

He reached down between her legs, cupping her pussy as she blushed. He slid his fingers down to the entrance, delighted at what he found. He looked triumphantly at Liam. “She’s soaking wet.”

“As she should be,” Liam said, grinning. He stood and Daniel could see his erect cock, pointing up toward his hip beneath the soft silk of his pants. “You did an excellent job, Daniel. Didn’t he, Alex?”

“Yes, Sir,” Alex answered throatily, ducking her head.

“Now. Enough warm-up. Get the snake, Daniel. We’ll see what this girl is really made of.”

Chapter Five

The snake whip was made from tightly braided eight-plait cowhide with a lead-loaded handle for balance. The knot at the end could deliver an especially brutal sting, as Daniel well knew from personal experience.

Instinctively Alex grabbed her bottom as she watched Daniel retrieve the implement and hand it to Liam. “We’re going to make it easy for you since it’s your first time,” Liam said. “It takes training to be able keep your position during a single-tail whipping. I wouldn’t want you to jerk suddenly and receive a stroke where it wasn’t intended to go. You have a choice. Would you like to be bound to the cross or facedown on the exam table?”

Alex stared at the whip Liam balanced lightly on his upturned palms. She could almost feel its bite on her already tender skin, still smarting from the flogger. It had been embarrassing when Daniel had touched her pussy, the telltale wetness revealing just how turned-on she’d been by the flogging. Liam was right, Daniel had a natural talent—she’d felt herself slipping into that warm, sensual place a good flogging could take her to. For her, a sensual whipping was a matter of foreplay—a means to an end, not the end in and of itself. She was ready now for a good fucking. She had yet to see Liam’s cock, but was more than eager to experience Daniel’s sizable offering, proudly bobbing from his groin in what seemed to Alex a clear invitation.

Yet it didn’t look as if she were going to be fucked in the near future, if ever. That thought unsettled her. She realized she’d just assumed sex would be a part of this package deal! Yet these were obviously committed lovers—perhaps they wouldn’t dream of letting pussy get in the way of their homosexual love life. Shit! She really should have done her homework better, she realized with an inward sigh. They’d talked about expectations on either side as far as the specifically D/s aspects of the arrangement but never directly addressed sex. This gig wasn’t going to be nearly as satisfying if she wasn’t going to get cock!

“Alex, answer the question,” Liam said sternly. Alex stared at the tightly braided strips of leather, her skin tingling at the thought of its cruel cut.

“I’m not sure I want—” He cut her off by grabbing her hard by the hair, yanking her head back.

“I’m not asking what you want. I gave you a choice. Table or cross. That’s the only thing you have to address.”

“Table,” she gasped, stumbling slightly as he let go of her hair. Perversely, rather than being outraged by this show of brute force, Alex found herself thrilling to it. He wasn’t going to let her get away with her usual protestations and excuses. She was going to experience the single tail whether she liked it or not.

Daniel helped her onto the table, the leather cool and soft beneath her. He spread her legs, cuffing each ankle to a corner of the table. Her arms dangled over the sides. He tethered her wrists together with a chain that had been bolted to the underside of the table. A thick leather band was secured over her neck so she couldn’t lift her head.

“Are you comfortable?” Daniel asked. The question seemed incongruous given her position, completely immobilized by the leather restraints. The table was generously padded and she was, she realized, as comfortable as could be expected in the circumstances. She nodded.

The men stood behind her, out of her line of vision. Liam began to discuss technique as Alex tried not to squirm. She gasped as she felt a hand on her spread sex. She didn’t know whose hand it was, but the fingers stroking her clit were a lovely distraction from the rather technical discussion going on behind her.

The fingers were light, twirling in circles around her clit without making direct contact. She tried to push toward them, aching for more friction. One finger slid into her pussy and she groaned as it slid back down to her clit, this time finding her center, leading her quickly to the edge of climax.

The finger was abruptly removed.

Her pussy throbbed with need and she nearly cried with frustration. If her hands had been free, she wouldn’t have been able to resist rubbing herself to a fast orgasm. She knew better than to beg.

“Count for us, Alex,” Liam said. “You’re going to receive ten lashes. Don’t lose count or we’ll have to start over.”

Her orgasm utterly forgotten, Alex tensed and waited. The first stroke landed across the fleshy base of her ass cheeks, catching both with its sting. “One!” she managed. She could feel the line of fire blazing over her flesh. Another cut seared just above the first. “Two!” she screamed.

I can
’
t do ten
,
I can
’
t do ten
, she thought wildly, though she didn’t say it aloud. “Three!” The third one was vertical across her left cheek. She began to pant. The next several strokes came rapidly. She mouthed the numbers, not sure if she was audible, the blood roaring in her ears too loud for her to tell.

Pain exploded in her nerve endings as stroke after stroke cut inexorably across tender flesh. She was going to scream! She was going to use her safeword! She couldn’t take another stroke! As she lay panting and gasping in her leather restraints, she realized the whipping had stopped. She felt strong fingers kneading the muscles in her back, a different set of hands smoothing something soft and emollient onto the abraded, welted skin of her poor bottom.

“You did well,” she heard Liam whisper into her ear. He brushed her hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. He stepped away again. She could hear the men murmuring behind her. She felt a hand touching her spread pussy. The sting in her ass was juxtaposed with the ache in her sex. The hand began to massage and rub her labia, slick with her own juices.

The pain didn’t disappear, but instead began to transmute, melding into the magic wrought by the fingers to create a sensation far more powerful than mere pleasure. She saw herself in her mind’s eye as they must be seeing her—naked and bound with leather restraints to the table, her ass welted, her pussy splayed and manhandled by one or both of the men who held her captive. A fierce heat began to rise through Alex’s body, arcing through her nipples, gushing from her cunt, consuming her as she was led to the most powerful orgasm of her life.

As she lay gasping and completely spent on the table, she was dimly aware of someone speaking behind her. “She’ll do,” the voice said before she drifted away.

Alex opened her eyes. She was still on the table but the restraints had been removed. She lifted herself to her elbows and twisted around to an empty room. It was hard to believe she’d actually fallen asleep or passed out or whatever it was she had done after that amazing orgasm. She had no idea how long she’d been out.

“Liam?” she called tentatively. “Daniel?” In a moment Daniel stuck his head into the room.

“Decided to wake up, huh?” he grinned. He was again dressed in his shorts, a sleeveless white T-shirt revealing as much of his broad, sexy chest as it covered. Alex swung her legs over the side of the padded table and winced as her ass made contact with the leather.

“Ow,” she said as she hopped down, gingerly touching her bare bottom. Daniel was beside her in a moment, handing her the dress she’d discarded earlier.

“Want to see?” Daniel said.

“See?” Alex asked, confused. She pulled her dress over her head and shook her hair from her face.

“Your welts. Your badges of courage. You took quite a nice whipping for your first time.” He led her to the mirrored wall. Alex turned around, raised the hem of her dress to her waist and craned her head to look. Her ass and upper thighs were crisscrossed with long, dark pink lines. She reached back to trace one with her fingers. It was raised and tender to the touch. She felt a curious pride surging through her and understood precisely his calling them badges of courage. She’d done it! She’d worked past her fear of the single tail, taking ten strokes! Admittedly, she hadn’t had much choice in the matter, secured as she had been with thick strips of leather. But she hadn’t cried out, she hadn’t screamed for them to stop, she hadn’t used her safeword.

She turned toward Daniel with a big smile on her face. He grinned back. “Pretty cool, huh? I did a very nice job, if I say so myself. No bleeding, no bruising. Just long, even strokes. You should have those for a few days. Maybe longer—your skin is fairer and more delicate than mine.”

“You did this?” Alex said. “I thought it was Liam.”

“He got you started. I finished the job.”

“And afterward? Who—?” She broke off, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. She’d been about to ask who had given her that amazing orgasm.

Daniel laughed. “Does it really matter?”

Alex lay in the strange bed and stared out the window at the ascending moon. She’d expected more play after the initial whipping session. There had been, but the script wasn’t written by her nor was she its star attraction. Instead, she had been permitted to “watch and learn” as Daniel demonstrated his admittedly impressive oral skills on Liam’s cock.

Daniel’s ever-present silver wrist cuffs had been attached behind his back. He knelt in front of Liam, who stepped out of his black lounge pants, revealing a long, thick cock, longer than Daniel’s, the balls heavy beneath it. His legs were powerfully built, the hair on them dark where Daniel’s was blond.

Closing his eyes with an expression Alex could only describe as rapturous, Daniel opened his mouth, remaining perfectly still while Liam eased his erect cock forward, not stopping until Daniel’s nose was touching his pubic bone. He held that position for so long Alex began to worry for Daniel. How could he breathe like that?

Finally Liam pulled back slowly, withdrawing for a few seconds to allow Daniel to take a deep breath before he again moved forward, not stopping until his shaft was once more completely lodged in Daniel’s throat. Alex watched in aroused fascination. She considered herself to be reasonably skilled in the oral arts. She liked to think what she lacked in skill she made up for in enthusiasm. But she knew as she watched Daniel take Liam’s cock to the hilt over and over without the slightest resistance or hesitation, she couldn’t hold a candle to him in that department. Liam had used Daniel’s mouth for easily twenty minutes, controlling the pace while Daniel knelt up, his back straight, hands shackled behind him, his eyes closed—the epitome of submissive grace.

Liam began to pant, his own arousal apparently getting the better of him. He moved faster, gripping the sides of Daniel’s head for support as he took his pleasure. Alex, watching from the sidelines and apparently forgotten, slipped a hand under her dress to fondle her bare pussy, the endorphins from the mind-blowing orgasm she’d had earlier long since dissipated. The two men were so absorbed in what they were doing she figured she could probably strip and fuck herself with a whip handle right in front of them and they wouldn’t notice. Used to men’s complete attention, she was discomfited and a bit annoyed by their indifference.

She rubbed herself harder, her fingers matching Liam’s increased pace as he approached orgasm. Suddenly Daniel’s admonition floated into her mind.
No masturbating without Liam
’
s express permission
.
Ever
. Hurriedly she pulled her hand from her crotch, hoping they hadn’t noticed her breach. Neither seemed aware she was even there. She clenched her hands in her lap and pressed her thighs together, rocking slightly as she watched Liam jerk forward suddenly in a series of thrusts.

He stilled after a moment and moaned with pleasure. Slowly he withdrew his shaft, glistening from Daniel’s kiss. Alex leaned forward, fascinated as Daniel opened his eyes. The bulbous head of Liam’s cock bobbed near his face, a single drop of pearly semen remaining at its tip. Staring up at his lover with adoration in his eyes, Daniel licked the drop and then lightly kissed the cock head before dropping his head to Liam’s feet. The gesture wasn’t servile or forced in any way. It was a graceful act of devotion that moved Alex. She felt strange, as if she were intruding on a moment too private for her to witness.

She looked away, loneliness suddenly washing over her.

They bid her goodnight shortly after that with Daniel promising to wake her by six o’clock so she could help with Liam’s breakfast before he left for the office. Alex was less than thrilled with this schedule, used to waking when she wished, rarely before nine.

She knew she should close her eyes and try to sleep but she didn’t feel tired. It was only a little after ten. She thought about getting up and doing some writing on her laptop, but when she listened for her muse’s whisper to get her going, all was silent. She thought about the new paperback she’d slipped into her suitcase but knew she wouldn’t be able to concentrate. That reminded her she had yet to straighten her clothing, having hurriedly tossed them into drawers that morning with intentions of refolding and putting them away properly later. She dismissed this thought as soon as she had it—they were probably all wrinkled by now anyway. She’d worry about that in the morning.