Two for Alex
“Okay. I don’t mind your taking breaks when you need to.” Daniel wiped his forehead with his arm. His face was flushed with heat. “It’s getting hot out there already. I came in for a glass of water.”
“I’ll get it,” Alex said, moving to the cabinet where glasses were kept. She poured him a glass of cold water from a pitcher in the refrigerator and handed it to him. He thanked her and drank it in one go before holding it out for a refill.
“Maybe you should help me with some weeding before it gets too hot,” he said. “I really want the flowerbeds done before Liam gets home. I’ll help you inside if it gets too late.”
“Sure,” Alex said, happy to get out of scrubbing the toilet at least for the time being.
She put on her sneakers at Daniel’s insistence before following him outside. He showed her the flowerbeds in need of weeding, gave her gardening gloves, a small trowel and a plastic bag for the weeds. “I’m going to get you a hat. Your face will burn otherwise.” He went back into the house, returning in a moment with a baseball cap. Alex pulled it over her head and grinned up at him. The hat was too big but it would do the job.
“Just pull whatever isn’t a flower, right?” she asked.
“You got it. After you finish these beds, you can do the ones around the tree trunks and in the front of the house. I’ll be working back by the pond if you need me.” Alex nodded, pleased with her new task. The warm summer air smelled fresh, the gentle fragrance of the flowers like sweet perfume. She liked being outside.
Alex fell into a daydream as she weeded, reliving the night before. How humiliating it had been to be thrust naked into that dog cage. Yet at the same time, something had triggered inside her at being confined to the small space as she watched the wildly sexy scene unfold before her. She’d seen other subs being spanked or whipped before, but she’d never seen a Dom as loving and sensual as Liam had been. Alternating between tenderness and red-hot passion, he brought Daniel to a groaning, shuddering release. She thought again of Daniel’s ability to come on command and wondered if she could do that. She doubted it. Her orgasms seemed to control her, not the other way around. The spanking that followed, punctuated by Daniel’s sexy moans and cries, had left Alex throbbing with need.
Alex finished one bed of flowers and stood, moving to the next. She could no longer see Daniel at the back of the property, several large trees blocking her view. She knelt to continue weeding, her mind returning to the events of the night before. Idly she slipped her hand into the back of her shorts, feeling the welts still slightly raised on her ass.
Had Daniel been freshly marked this morning? Did he bend and kiss the tops of Liam’s feet, thanking his Master for the cruel sting of his lash, like something straight out of an erotic fairy tale?
Alex sighed, wondering if she’d ever find a man like Liam for her own. A man who would have the skill and courage to dominate her properly but still love and cherish her, as much enslaved by his love for her as she was by him. Alex shook her head. What in the world was she thinking? She was way too young to be shackled to one guy. She didn’t need love. She’d done just fine for twenty-four years without it. It was vastly overrated, of that she was certain. Sure, she wrote about it in her novels, but that was fiction. Real life never worked out the way the romance novels portrayed. What she craved was intensity of experience. She was a free spirit. A wild child.
She returned to the images scrolling through her mind from the night before, Liam and Daniel locked in an embrace as they kissed in front of the girl behind bars. She might have been little more than their pet, caged for the night. She might not have been there at all. How sexy they’d been, two masculine, virile men, wrapped in each other’s arms, dark head dipping to blond as lips met and parted…
Barely aware of what she was doing, Alex slipped her fingers into the front of her low-slung shorts, finding her bare cunt as she knelt, her knees spread wide on the soft grass near the flowers. Jesus, her fingers felt so good, though nowhere near as good as the night before when she’d been bound to the table, soundly whipped before those warm, perfect fingers had taken over her body, invading her sex, leaving her blind, deaf and dumb with explosive pleasure…
“What the…?”