Two for Alex

Daniel turned his head toward Liam and focused his beautiful blue-gray eyes on his face with such tenderness and naked adoration it took Liam’s breath away. “Kiss me,” Daniel whispered. It was a command the Master was more than happy to obey.

~*~

Daniel and Alex were draped side by side over matching low stools waiting for their daily marking. They were naked, their foreheads touching the ground, their arms outstretched on the carpet, Alex’s right hand nearly touching Daniel’s left.

For that morning’s mark Daniel had chosen a small whip made from thin spaghetti-like strands of purple rubber. Three of the strands were longer than the rest and capable of leaving a searing mark that would remind Alex all day of what she was and who she belonged to.

In the weeks since she’d come home for good, she never ceased to thrill to this erotic morning ritual. She loved the way it centered her, placing her in a sensual submissive headspace that lingered throughout the day. It also brought her closer to Daniel in a way different from the rest of their day. For this one moment before her chores and erotic training began, they were equals, naked together and waiting for their Master’s mark.

She could hear Liam enter the room. She felt him lift the whip, which had been balanced between their two nearly touching bodies. “Daniel.” Liam’s low, sexy voice sent a shiver of desire through Alex’s loins.

“Yes, Sir?”

“Who do you belong to?”

“You, Sir.”

“That’s right.” She heard the whistle of the whip and the slapping sound as it made contact with Daniel’s skin. Only the slight sharp intake of breath gave away Daniel’s reaction.

“Alex.”

Alex tensed and then took a deep, cleansing breath. “Yes, Sir?”

“Who do you belong to?”

“You, Sir.”

“That’s right.”

“Ah!” The startled cry escaped her lips as the whip struck her like a scorpion’s sting. Oh, it hurt, it hurt, it hurt! The urge to fall out of position by reaching back to touch the burning skin nearly overwhelmed her.

I can’t do it, she nearly cried.

Daniel put his hand over hers.

In that moment, Alex knew she could do anything—anything in the world.