Two for Alex

He sipped his coffee. She’d made it well, strong but not too much so, just the way he liked it. She looked unhappy, staring moodily out the kitchen window. He knew he was the one who had put that frown on her face. It wasn’t her fault there was no place in the long term for a female in their household. In an effort to cheer her up he said, “This coffee is excellent.”

She brightened a little, offering him a small smile. She really was quite beautiful, he thought suddenly. The sunlight was hitting her hair so it looked almost white and the gold flecks in her green eyes seemed to dance when she smiled. She looked especially sexy in that top, no doubt her intention. “Are you wearing panties?” he said, eyeing the short white skirt.

“No, Sir,” she said softly.

“Show me,” he ordered, feeling his cock stir as his dominant personality came to the fore. Slowly, her face flushing a pretty pink, Alex lifted the hem of her short skirt until her shaven mons was revealed. His body recalled hers—the light, feminine scent of her neck, the hot, wet clench of her cunt, her breathy cries as she shuddered in orgasm against him…

Daniel stood, discomfited by his rising lust. He needed to shower and groom quickly before Liam stirred, if he wasn’t up already. Then he would wake his Master with loving attention, starting with his toes and kissing up to his cock where he would linger for as long as permitted. He left Alex still standing with her dress raised to her waist, forgotten as he hurried upstairs.

~*~

Alex sat glumly at the kitchen table. How humiliating to have him order her to show herself like that only to walk out, obviously distracted, even bored. It had been a stupid idea to make breakfast for them. Daniel probably thought she was trying to take over his precious kitchen or something.

She stood and moved to the window, staring at the brightly colored flowers in full bloom. Absently she reached back to touch her ass. She could feel the welts, a testament to last night’s intensity. Despite her bad mood, she couldn’t deny the thrill at the memory.

It was hard to reconcile the sexy, dominant Daniel of last night with the cool, almost distant man of this morning. It was almost as if he were done with her somehow. As if last night had been the grand finale in his mind—he’d made her fly. That’s what they’d called it, and she agreed it was the perfect description. Never in her life had Alex felt at once so sensual and alive and yet so utterly at peace, as she had swaying there between the trees, drawn to some higher plane by the loving stroke of the whip.

“God, I hope they do that again before they send me away,” she whispered to the empty room. She was pretty sure they would send her away once the week was up. She wondered if they would consider the week at an end on Friday or on Sunday? Either way she only had a few days to make a difference, to redeem herself, to prove she could be a true submissive. Hadn’t last night been a big step? She’d never flown before, that much was certain. But maybe that had more to do with Daniel’s skill than her own willingness to submit. She honestly didn’t know.

Alex glanced at the clock. It had been nearly a half-hour since Daniel had left the kitchen. She would need to make a fresh pot of coffee. Where were they? She decided to tiptoe upstairs and see what they were doing. Quietly she left the kitchen and mounted the stairs, moving silently on bare feet.

Outside their door, which was slightly ajar, she could hear their low, masculine murmurs. She listened hard, aware she was eavesdropping but not caring. “Do you really want her to…” She lost the thread for a moment and then heard, “It’s been fun but I’m not sure I want…” The voice, which she recognized as Daniel’s, dipped and she couldn’t hear the rest of the sentence.

Liam spoke. “We’ll give her until Friday night. We’ll make a decision then. I only want what makes you happy, Daniel. It’s not as if she’s…” Damn. His voice faded and she heard the sound of the shower running. She waited a moment longer but heard nothing else. They must have moved into the bathroom.

She leaned against the wall, feeling miserable. It was pretty obvious from what she’d overheard they intended to let the week play out, being the gentlemen that they were, she thought bitterly, but would send her packing the moment it was polite to do so.

She hugged herself, fighting the ridiculous tears that threatened to spring to her eyes. What was the matter with her? She hadn’t planned to make this a permanent thing either. She’d wanted the experience of being with real Doms. Well, she’d certainly had that. Liam and Daniel lived the lifestyle 24/7. They were serious about their D/s relationship. Could she really expect to become a part of their lives? Did she even want to?