Two for Alex

Alex found herself being hauled up violently by the arm as she was wrenched to a standing position. “Christ, Alex. Are you trying to get yourself punished?”

She pulled herself from Daniel’s grasp, blushing hotly. “Oh god. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I was daydreaming. I don’t know what I was doing—”

Daniel cut her off. “I know what you were doing. Come inside. Now.” Without waiting to see if she followed, Daniel turned away and strode toward the back door. Alex followed, whispering, “Shit, shit, shit, shit.”

When she entered the kitchen, Daniel was already sitting at the table. He pointed to the seat across from his and said, “Sit.”

“Do you want some more water? I could—”

“Just sit,” Daniel said. “Now.”

Alex slid into the chair, nervously tapping her foot. Damn, why had she been such an idiot? She wanted to apologize again, to beg forgiveness, to deny what she’d been doing, to ask for another chance. She dared to glance up at Daniel, his mouth set in a thin line as he regarded her. She held her breath, waiting for him to order her to return to the cage until Liam came home, or worse, to pack and get out.

Instead, he said, “Alex. What are you doing here?”

“What?”

“I want to know. Why did you place that ad claiming to seek an honest submissive experience? Clearly that’s not what you’re after.”

“I am after that. I am. I didn’t mean to touch myself, it’s just that—”

“Stop it. A submissive obeys her Master’s express commands. Since you’ve been here you’ve willfully violated the order not to touch yourself not once but twice. You’ve tried to manipulate your way out of chores. You’ve made excuses for yourself and tried to talk your way out of things. None of that is submissive behavior. I think you’re just a masochistic slut out for a week of free room and board with some kinky sex thrown in.”

“No!” Alex felt her face reddening as indignation rose in her like a volcano. “That’s not fair. I admit I’m not trained like you are, but I’m trying. I’m trying to do everything you say. Except for the touching thing,” she turned away, embarrassed, her voice dropping.

Daniel shook his head, his arms folding resolutely over his chest. He started to speak but Alex cut him off, afraid he was going to send her away. “Please. Please, Daniel, give me one last chance. I’ll do anything. I’ll clean the toilet with a toothbrush, I won’t use hot water for a week, I’ll wear a chastity belt, anything. Just don’t send me away.” As she beseeched him, Alex knew she sounded childish, but she couldn’t stop. She desperately wanted to stay, at least for the week. She meant it when she said she’d try harder. What was a few moments of stolen pleasure compared to the chance to learn to submit with grace as Daniel so clearly did? She waited, holding her breath, tears filling her eyes. One slipped onto her cheek and she brushed it away, afraid Daniel would again think she was manipulating him.

“You’ll do anything, huh?” Eagerly Alex nodded. “Wear a chastity belt? No hot water in the shower? Anything I come up with as a punishment?”

“Anything,” she breathed, meaning it.

Daniel cocked his eyebrow and smiled slowly, the curve of his lips decidedly cruel. “All right then. One more chance.”

“Oh thank you, thank you.” Impulsively Alex dropped to the ground, kneeling to kiss Daniel’s foot.

He reached out and gripped her shoulder, pulling her up. “We’ll start,” he said slowly, his lovely blue-gray eyes hard, “with your punishment.”

Chapter 7

“Discipline,” Daniel said, as he walked slowly around the low, wide, padded stool where Alex lay on her back, naked, her ankles secured to the legs of the stool, her knees spread wide. Her head was hanging over the back of the stool, her hands bracing her body by pressing flat against the floor. It wasn’t the most comfortable of positions.

“That’s what you lack. An inability, or at least an unwillingness, to withhold your own pleasure.” He leaned down, running his finger along her smooth outer labia. Alex took a deep breath, forcing herself not to arch up to his touch.

“I saw you, you know. Your fingers buried in your cunt when you thought no one was watching. Turns you on to see two guys together, huh?” Alex closed her eyes, embarrassed to realize she’d been observed. Suddenly Daniel’s face was level with hers. He gripped her hair. “Answer a direct question.”

“Yes, Sir,” she breathed, at once startled and aroused by his show of power.

“Yes,” Daniel nodded, releasing her hair. “You’re a slut. Not that that’s a bad thing.” He smiled and moved away. Again his fingers trailed over her mons, one sliding into her tight tunnel as she groaned. “You should always be wet for your Master. Note, I said for your Master. It’s not about getting yourself off at every opportunity. You claim you want to submit. Now is your chance to prove it. I’m going to touch you in whatever way pleases me. Your ankles are tied but you still have quite a bit of freedom of movement. This is where the discipline comes in. Whatever I do, and whatever you might be feeling, you are not to close your legs. Understand? You are to submit to whatever I mete out with what little grace you might possess. Not only that, you’d better not come. No matter what I do, you may not orgasm. Got it?”