Two for Alex

He held out the phone, open to the picture he’d just taken of her. “Go ahead. Hit delete.”

“Huh?”

“I’m not going to show him. I’m not going to have you start off on the wrong foot with him. I can see you’re going to mess up enough on your own.” He laughed, but the laughter was kind. “Go ahead. Press the delete button.”

She did so with a surge of gratitude. “Thank you, Sir,” she said softly. “I’ll do better on the next chore, I promise.”

“I’m certain you will,” Daniel said. “Now, we better get moving. Still lots to do before Liam arrives.”

Alex hurried out after Daniel, admiring the firm, sexy lines of his ass as he moved in front of her, wondering if the welt Liam had inflicted that morning still showed, wondering if she’d get to watch Liam put him through his paces tonight.

That would definitely be fun.

Chapter 4

Alex stole a sidelong glance at Daniel, who was kneeling a few feet away from her on the thick, brightly colored throw rug in the front hall. They were both leaning back on their heels, their legs spread, hands resting lightly on their thighs. Daniel seemed almost unaware of Alex, his eyes fixed firmly on the door.

Liam had left the text message on Daniel’s cell phone indicating he would be there in five minutes. That was Daniel’s cue to stop whatever he was doing and present himself at the front door for his Master. Alex watched with barely concealed lust as Daniel casually pulled off his shorts and knelt to wait for his lover.

His body was perfection—tan, smooth skin, broad, straight shoulders, a well-muscled, smooth chest tapering to firm abs and a cock that had risen to full erection as he sat waiting for Liam to arrive.

Alex couldn’t help but steal glances at his shaven groin and balls. His cock was long and thick, the head beautifully shaped. Her mouth actually watered and she had to swallow rapidly to keep from choking.

Daniel looked suddenly at Alex, who looked down quickly, embarrassed to be caught eyeing his body. “When he opens the door, make sure your head is bowed. Keep your eyes on the floor and don’t move until he says you can.”

Alex nodded, swallowing nervously. Though she was excited Liam was finally coming home and the actual fun would begin, or so she hoped, she was also quite nervous about what was to come.

The day had passed peaceably enough, though in retrospect it had been somewhat surreal. After the humiliating experience at the bathtub and then Daniel’s reprieve, Alex had applied herself fully to her chores, eager to please. He would stop whatever task he was involved in and patiently review her work, nodding his approval or correcting her as needed. They had stopped for a lunch of chicken salad sandwiches and fresh lemonade. Chores were completed by three o’clock and Daniel said, “You have some free time until Liam arrives, which should be at about five-thirty today. Usually it’s later, but he was able to juggle some things to be here sooner in honor of your first day.”

He handed her a tube of what looked to be very expensive shaving cream and a complicated-looking razor, admonishing her to groom herself to perfection. “The inner door of the shower is a mirror. Check yourself as well as you can and I’ll inspect you as well. Be very careful not to cut yourself. Remember, while you’re here, that body belongs to Liam. Treat it as such.”

Alex took her time shaving her sex, legs and underarms, carefully examining herself to make sure she was as smooth as a baby. It had been embarrassing and slightly humiliating to have Daniel examine her afterward. She felt like a horse or dog being prepared for a showing at the fair.

He came into her bedroom when she was done showering and said, “Lie down on the bed, put your feet flat on the mattress and drop your knees to the sides.” Though comfortable in her nudity, it was another thing altogether to spread one’s cunt wide for a near stranger, not for sex either, but so he could clinically ascertain if she’d shaved herself to his satisfaction.

He’d sat next to her in only his little white shorts, his hair, still wet from his shower, curling tawny gold against the back of his neck. She would rather have pulled him down for a kiss and reveled in his masculine weight over her bare body. Instead, she forced herself to obey him, assuming the rather unflattering position as ordered.

She turned her head away, closing her eyes as his fingers glided over her labia and down to the cleft of her ass. Much to her chagrin, she felt the tingle in her cunt, aware it was swelling and moistening under his scrutiny and masculine touch. His hands slid down along smooth thighs and calves before gliding back up again and lingering over her sex.