He intercepted her hand. “I’ll do it. Put your hands behind your head and stay over the toilet.” Daniel tore off some toilet paper and reached between her legs to wipe her shaven cunt. He dropped the tissue into the toilet and depressed the handle.
He was standing close enough to her to smell her perfume, something light, floral and very pleasing. On an impulse he dropped his hand to her still-spread cunt. He found the entrance and pressed a fingertip inside her. She was wet, as always. He moved farther inside her, pleased when she shivered and uttered a barely audible sigh.
He withdrew his finger and rubbed between the labia, drawing the finger over her clit and moving in a light circle over the hood. Alex shuddered and her eyes fluttered shut.
She was so easy—there was no other word for it. She was a sexual slut who could never get enough. Feeling especially sadistic, Daniel continued to stroke and tease her until Alex was moaning, her hips gyrating in time to his touch.
All at once he pulled away and stepped back. He could smell the alluring scent of her lust. “You’re about to come, aren’t you?”
Alex’s eyes opened though they didn’t seem focused. “Yes, please, Sir,” she whispered. The greedy girl had just come the night before, yet here she was, shuddering and gasping, begging for more.
“It’s good to want things.” He smiled. “Now get over here so we can cover that greedy cunt before you get the idea you can come whenever it suits you. Don’t forget, you gave that body willingly to Liam and me. It’s not yours anymore. If and when you come, it’s because we say so.”
“Yes, Sir,” Alex breathed, her chest heaving, the nipples like stiff pink erasers at their tips. He saw the glitter in her eyes that he’d come to recognize as submissive desire. While she was truly suffering by the denial of her sexual release, ironically it was the same erotic suffering that thrilled her to her core. Daniel well understood this reaction as he too experienced it whenever Liam exerted his sensual power over him.
He secured her back into the leather harness, ignoring his erection—they still had work to do. He led her back into the kitchen and pointed toward the hook where one of her sundresses hung.
“Put that on and come sit down. Want some lemonade?” It was understood when Alex was permitted clothing she was also permitted to speak more freely. The same applied with him in front of Liam. At mealtimes they were generally dressed and the talk was less formalized and more just between friends. It was part of what Daniel loved about his relationship with Liam. While they were 24/7 Master and slave, they were also 24/7 partners and best friends. He hoped to develop that easy kind of comfort in moving between roles with Alex.
“It’s time to talk about the party.”
“The party?” Alex sipped at her lemonade.
“We’re having a play party next weekend.”
“Am I invited?”
“Not only are you invited, you’ll be the center of attention, as will I. That is, if you choose to attend. Because you’re still so new to us Liam thinks you should be given the option of going or not.” Daniel tried to keep from furrowing his brow but didn’t quite succeed.
He had wanted to insist Alex come to the party and participate fully but Liam had overruled him, claiming it wasn’t right to push a sub past her limits, especially a relative novice like Alex.
He’d found himself annoyed with Liam’s decision. Wasn’t Alex supposed to be his sub? Still he knew in his heart Liam was right. Not only that, Liam had the final say, period. He owned Daniel, not the other way around. This thought comforted and warmed Daniel so he smiled as he continued.
“Liam’s been holding these parties a few times a year since before I knew him. He invites Doms and subs, mostly couples but not exclusively—people he’s met over the years in the scene. Some are heavy into the club scene, others, like us, mostly keep our play private.
“But on party night a different set of rules apply. People may come to the door as couples, as lovers, as Master and slave or Dom and sub, but once they cross the threshold every sub is to serve every Dom in the room.
“We’ll be expected to satisfy the whims and pleasures of all the dominant guests. It’s a chance for the Doms to show off how well their subs are trained. It’s also a chance for the subs to prove their obedience and willingness to submit to whomever it pleases their Master that they should.”
“Wow,” Alex enthused. “It sounds intense.”
“Oh, it is. But it’s also a lot of fun. He only invites people who are very experienced in the scene. They know better than to take advantage of someone else’s property. That doesn’t mean you won’t be spanked or whipped by a stranger, but you won’t be abused.”