Two for Alex

Instead her hand slipped beneath the soft quilts, finding her bare cunt, still silky smooth from the afternoon grooming. She touched the soft petals of her labia, dropping a finger to her entrance and pulling the moisture up to her clit. She closed her eyes, images of Daniel kneeling at his Master’s feet, his wrists bound behind him, Liam’s cock down his throat, easing their way into her mind.

No masturbating without Liam’s express permission. Ever.

Did “ever” really mean ever? Or did that just mean when she was with them? She would need to get that clarified tomorrow. Meanwhile, this felt so good, and it really hadn’t been fair of them to make her watch that sexy show, her ass still smarting from the whip, her cunt wet and swollen, and then just send her off to bed. They were probably in each other’s arms at this moment, making love while she lay alone with no one to hold. Why hadn’t they invited her into their bed? Was it because she was a woman?

She sat up, her hand still buried in her cunt, straining to hear any sounds. The door was ajar—Daniel had informed her she was never to close her door completely, not even the bathroom door. He said Liam liked the symbolism of certain acts, that they helped keep one in a submissive mindset at all times. By leaving the door open, she was acknowledging their right over her and her willingness to be always accessible, never closed to either of them. By the same token, she was never to cross her legs in their presence or wear underwear unless expressly ordered to do so.

She thought she heard a sound, someone moving down the hall, perhaps going down the stairs. She listened a while longer but hearing nothing more, lay back down, giving herself over to her own hand. If they weren’t going to send her to bed satisfied, she’d take her pleasure where she could. Who would ever know after all that she’d done it? It wasn’t as if she truly belonged to Liam the way Daniel did. She was just on loan—a toy for them to play with for a week. Liam had as much said so at dinner.

Secretly she had to admit the idea of being their toy was exciting and sexy, though by its definition it was a game. Rubbing herself harder, she let out a sigh. What they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them, she told herself, gasping with pleasure as she began the hot, sexy slide toward release. “Yes,” she moaned as she came hard against her hand.

Suddenly the room was ablaze with light. Alex squinted, trying to focus, her heart in her mouth. “Oh dear. It’s her first night and already she needs to be punished. Did you know we had such a slut on our hands, Daniel?”

Alex clutched the quilt to her chest, staring in horror at the two men standing just inside her door, their faces in shadow against the hall light shining behind them. Liam stood impassively, his arms folded over his chest, Daniel just behind him. “What should we do with her?” he asked, his eyes boring holes into Alex, who hid her face in her hands.

“I’d say the cage. Definitely the cage.”

Before she knew what was happening, Alex was lifted from the bed by strong hands. She shrank back, pulling away from the men. Daniel tightened his grip on her arm, but Liam said, “Let her go.” Daniel obeyed at once. Alex wrapped her arms around herself, wishing fervently she could rewind the last twenty minutes. She wanted to burrow under the quilts and hide but didn’t dare.

In a calm voice, but one rich with authority, Liam said, “Alex. Do you remember the rule about masturbating without permission? About not coming unless Daniel or I allow you to?”

Mutely Alex nodded, aware she was blushing. The whole situation bordered on the absurd. Two men she barely knew were staring sternly at her as she stood naked, being asked to explain herself for touching her own body. She was embarrassed and ashamed. She also, she realized with some surprise, felt guilty. She’d violated a very clear order by the man to whom she claimed she wanted to submit. As if reading her mind, Liam said, “Is this all really just a game to you still? Were your claims of longing to truly submit just so much lip service?”

Were they? At that precise moment, she honestly didn’t know. She looked up into Liam’s kind face. He didn’t seem angry. There was no blustering outrage or posturing. He really seemed to want to know the answer. Swallowing, she said honestly, “I don’t know. I mean, I want to obey. I meant to. I was sincere about wanting to submit.” She looked down, embarrassed. “I think I was just so turned-on by tonight. I’ve never experienced anything like this. I—I guess I was lonely here by myself.” Tears pricked behind her eyelids. She blinked hard to keep them from spilling.