They kissed briefly and separated. Daniel’s cock remained fully erect but he spoke in a soft, respectful tone. “Did you have a good day, Sir?”
“Yes. Busy but productive. How about you?”
“It went well. I have a rack of lamb roasting in the oven and I made some fresh peach cobbler. Alex was helpful with the chores.”
Liam looked toward the kneeling girl with a knowing smile. He’d been both pleased and amused when Daniel called him to inform him of Alex’s transgression while away.
“I’ll stop by the Dungeon Boutique and pick up a chastity belt,” Liam had suggested. “Take the temptation away from her altogether.”
Daniel had been enthusiastic. “I like that idea. No more constantly checking on her to make sure her hands didn’t end up where they shouldn’t be. And it would heighten her sense of submissive vulnerability—a constant reminder that she’s owned.”
Now, Liam turned toward the young woman and knelt in front of her, bringing his face close to hers. To her credit, she didn’t look up or move. She smelled of soap and he saw the tips of her hair were still wet from a recent shower.
He pulled on her right nipple and twisted it, watching her reaction—a slight wince and a quick inhalation of breath. With his other hand, he touched her smooth labia, sliding his finger between them to the small, tight tunnel, predictably slick with her juices. She was unable to control the small shudder that rippled through her body.
“Welcome back, Alex.” He kissed her cheek.
Alex raised her gaze to meet his and he noticed, not for the first time, the gold flecks in her very green eyes. “Thank you, Sir.” A wide smile burst over her face.
Liam assumed a stern tone. “Daniel tells me you had to be punished the minute you got here.”
The smile fell away. “Yes, Sir.”
“Tell me.”
“I, um, I…” She trailed off with something unintelligible.
“Speak up,” Daniel snapped. Liam realized with a start he’d forgotten Daniel was beside him. He glanced at him with an approving nod and turned back to Alex.
Alex flushed. “I touched myself without permission this weekend. Just once though.”
Daniel and Liam exchanged amused glances. “Once is one time too many. I understand you spent the day atoning for your transgression.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Then we’ll hear no more about it. I’m going to shower and change. Then we can have dinner.”
He left them and went up to the master bedroom where he removed his suit and tie and laid them over the clothes rack. Daniel would hang them properly later. He went into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
He could smell the tantalizing aroma of the roasting lamb. His mouth watered. He was hungry for more than food. When he stepped out of the shower, Daniel and Alex were waiting for him, each holding a large towel. Daniel had put on white shorts, his broad, tan chest bare the way Liam liked it. Alex had been permitted to wear pink lace thong panties and a matching demi-bra.
Daniel moved behind him to dry his back while Alex knelt in front of him, using her towel to dry his feet and legs. Liam leaned back against Daniel, who wrapped his strong arms around him from behind. He looked down at Alex with a smile, his cock hardening while she dried the lower half of his body. Not for the first time, he marveled at his incredibly good fortune.
“Man, it’s great to be home,” he said with a contented sigh.
Chapter 3
Dinner was delicious and the conversation was easy and relaxed. Alex silently marveled at how good it felt to be back at their table. She was glad she had confessed about touching herself. She was even glad Daniel had punished her because now it was over. She had a clean slate and was determined to behave with grace and honesty going forward.
“Let’s leave the clearing up for later,” Liam suggested. “Alex, go to the playroom and present yourself, kneeling down. We’ll be up in a minute.”
Her heart fluttered with excitement as she left the table. She walked up the broad, curving staircase, stroking the shiny banister as she went. She entered the playroom and took off her bra and panties, leaving them neatly folded by the door.
She knelt on a padded mat in the center of the room and lowered her head to the floor, crossing her arms behind her back. Just assuming the position was enough to send her to a submissive place. Her heart slowed, her breathing eased as she focused on emptying her mind.
The week before Daniel had been working with her on stillness and patience, two virtues that still didn’t come naturally to her. She was by nature fidgety and restless, always moving, rarely still. She also, to quote Cheryl, had the patience of a gnat.
She envied Daniel’s ability to remain perfectly still and calm while they were waiting in the foyer for Liam to come home. Or when Liam had his cock deep in Daniel’s throat and she knew there was no way he could breathe, he’d keep his position somehow, eyes focused lovingly on Liam’s face, his hands behind his back.