Two for Alex

Her heart slowed. Her breathing, shallow and gasping a moment before, became deep and regular. She could no longer feel the cut of the rope against her wrists and ankles nor the sharp sting of the relentless whip. Her lips parted of their own accord. A deep, abiding peace lifted her spirit.

“Yes,” Liam said. “Yes. Daniel, she’s there. You took her there.”

“It’s amazing,” Daniel breathed. “I feel as if I’m connected to her, flying with her.” He lowered his arm and Alex was vaguely aware he’d stopped the whipping. She could hear everything they were saying though she couldn’t move or speak nor did she want to. She drifted in a deep, primeval place that was at once safe and deeply sensual.

She felt fingers on her cunt, gently probing her spread sex. “Wet,” she heard Liam pronounce, but felt no embarrassment or shame.

“Fly,” Daniel whispered near her ear. “Stay there, beautiful girl.”

Alex tried to nod, to say, yes, she would stay here forever if they let her. Instead, she simply swayed a little, her face toward the first few stars beginning to poke into the night sky.

She was exactly where she needed to be.

Chapter 12

Alex curled on her side, trying to get comfortable. Her hands had again been cuffed behind her back, which she thought was very unfair. Didn’t they trust her yet? She had to grin to herself as this question slid petulantly through her mind. She supposed she really hadn’t given them much reason to trust her to keep her hands where they belonged. Only that afternoon she’d tried to make herself come on the bicycle seat and then practically raped Daniel to get what she needed.

She shifted on the soft sheets, trying to touch her tender ass with her fingers. After the amazing whipping outside in the garden, they’d removed the ropes and Liam had scooped her up in his arms. He brought her to their bedroom, laying her gently on the bed facedown.

Though the all-encompassing grip of the amazing trance state she’d somehow been able to achieve was loosening, its sensuous embrace still lingered. She lay limp as someone massaged a soothing lotion into her welted flesh. She felt as if she’d run a marathon and won. Her body ached with a kind of healthy exhaustion. She wanted to sleep. But first she wanted Liam and Daniel to make love to her. She had been sure tonight was the night at last. What had happened that afternoon with Daniel didn’t count. She’d thrown herself at him and it had only lasted a few minutes. Tonight the three of them would make love until the sun came up. Her cunt was wet and aching to be filled.

Instead, Liam pronounced, “I think you’ve had enough for one night. It’s not every day a sub learns how to fly. You sleep and we’ll figure things out in the morning.” Figure things out? Alex wasn’t sure she liked the sound of this. She knew she didn’t like Liam deciding for her if she’d had enough or not. It took every ounce of willpower to stay quiet. Didn’t he understand how a woman’s body worked? All she needed was a few minutes to recover and she’d be ready to take them on—one at a time or both together. Just a few more minutes…just a few…

She’d woken in the arms of Daniel, who was carrying her from their room to hers. “Wait,” she said, struggling in his strong arms. “Don’t send me away. I want to stay with you. Please!”

Daniel shook his head. “Liam’s right. You’re exhausted. I’m putting you to bed.” He crossed the threshold of her room and set her on her feet. “Do your washing up. I’ll be back in a few minutes to cuff your wrists.”

Now here she lay, bound and frustrated as usual. And what were the two of them up to, she wondered with chagrin.

~*~

“Who do you belong to?”

“You, Sir.”

Liam smiled, feeling power surge through his blood. He was straddling Daniel’s powerful chest, his erect cock bobbing near Daniel’s mouth. “You won’t forget that, will you? If we keep this slave girl as a pet, you’ll still be mine.”

“Forever, Sir.” Daniel closed his eyes and parted his lips, a clear invitation. Liam shifted so the head of his cock slipped between Daniel’s lips. Daniel sighed happily, his tongue tickling the underside of Liam’s cock.

As Liam allowed Daniel to worship his cock, he grasped Daniel’s wrists, pinning them to the bed above his head. Knowing that Daniel was actually stronger than he was but permitted himself to be pinned and used in this way was especially satisfying. He knew Daniel loved nothing better than to submit to whatever devious tortures Liam could come up with. He’d never, in all the time they’d been together, said no to Liam, unlike the sweet little slut asleep in the other room, who seemed to resist them at every turn. He would think about her later—right now whatever Daniel was doing with his tongue and throat muscles was driving Liam nearly mad with pleasure.