Two for Alex

The girl had certainly redeemed herself with her beautifully submissive display in taking a caning Liam knew had frightened her—and taking it with such grace. Daniel had been the model of dominant restraint. A lesser Dom could have easily gone too far, cutting the skin, terrifying the novice submissive into using her safeword. Daniel had led Alex masterfully through her paces and then properly gauged and assessed her reactions afterward. A reward was in order, for both of them.

“Remove the plugs,” Liam said, “and meet me in the bedroom.”

Chapter 9

This was more like it. Alex lay on her stomach between the two gorgeous men, cradling her head in her arms. Daniel was rubbing a soothing salve into the welts on her poor bottom. The cream eased the sting but his fingers kept the flame of desire burning in her cunt. She spread her legs as far as she dared, a silent if obvious invitation for his fingers to stray. They did not.

Liam lay on his side, propping his head up in one hand as he watched them. He leaned over Alex to kiss Daniel. Alex started to turn over, but a strong hand on her lower back held her in place. She surrendered with a small sigh. Their kisses were not yet for her. For the moment it was enough just to be in their bed, in the “Master” bedroom, she thought with a wry grin.

The caning, which had hurt more than any other erotic torture to which she’d ever been subjected, had left Alex burning in more ways than one. She didn’t know how to explain it, but knew she didn’t have to—not with these two men. They would intrinsically understand it wasn’t the pain per se she was seeking but the place it took her to when she was able to let go enough to permit it.

Though the strokes of the rattan rod had been almost too much to bear, ironically, she’d felt let down when it was over. It was as if she were teetering on the edge of something, something deeper, something more profound, and it had been snatched away before she could reach out and seize it. She wanted to talk to Daniel about this. Had he ever experienced something more than mere pleasure and pain twisting and braiding together? She sensed there was something more to achieve but she didn’t yet have the vocabulary or the experience to articulate it.

She knew now wasn’t the time. She lay still, listening to the sexy sounds of the two men leaning over her as they kissed. They each had their own unique masculine scent. Liam smelled like his lime aftershave with hints of leather, cedar and raw, male heat. Daniel’s scent was lighter but no less alluring—a grace note of sandalwood and fresh pine blended with a sensual musk that was subtle and alluring. She wished she could lay each man out and take her time—touching every part of their bodies, licking, tasting, exploring, ravishing.

The heavy hand resting on her back was lifted as the men moved more insistently over her. She managed to twist herself beneath them, flipping over so she faced them. They were, as she’d suspected, locked in a passionate kiss, their bodies creating an inverted V over her. The throb in her cunt that had been prevalent since she’d arrived in their house kicked into high gear. She grabbed one hand with the other to keep from touching herself. No way was she going to ruin this chance.

Eventually the lovers separated, each falling to his pillow on either side of her. Liam leaned up again on his elbow. “Hey, who told you to move?” She didn’t answer, distracted by his fingers, which had found and were massaging one of her nipples. Daniel, apparently taking the cue, began to fondle and pull at the other. Alex couldn’t suppress the moan of pleasure as her nipples hardened and distended. “Clamps would be perfect for these, don’t you think, Daniel?”

“Absolutely. Shall I get them?”

“Later. I want to see how sensitive she is.” He gave a savage twist as he said this, catching Alex by surprise. She screamed. He laughed softly and twisted again. Daniel followed suit, pinching and pulling her other nipple. Pain shot through her nerve endings, flying from her brain and zipping directly to her throbbing clit. She was barely aware of her own hand creeping down toward her cunt until someone slapped it away.

“No discipline,” Daniel remarked dryly.

“I wasn’t going to—” Alex began, but her excuses were cut off by Liam’s large hand clamping over her mouth.

“Hush. Don’t speak unless spoken to while you’re in our bed, slave girl.” He lifted his hand from her mouth and stroked her cheek lightly. In a gentler voice he added, “Remember, it was only this morning you were caught with your hand in your pants. Am I going to have to keep you under lock and key?”