“That’s what you lack. An inability, or at least an unwillingness, to withhold your own pleasure.” He leaned down, running his finger along her smooth outer labia. Alex took a deep breath, forcing herself not to arch up to his touch.
“I saw you, you know. Your fingers buried in your cunt when you thought no one was watching. Turns you on to see two guys together, huh?” Alex closed her eyes, embarrassed to realize she’d been observed. Suddenly Daniel’s face was level with hers. He gripped her hair. “Answer a direct question.”
“Yes, Sir,” she breathed, at once startled and aroused by his show of power.
“Yes,” Daniel nodded, releasing her hair. “You’re a slut. Not that that’s a bad thing.” He smiled and moved away. Again his fingers trailed over her mons, one sliding into her tight tunnel as she groaned. “You should always be wet for your Master. Note, I said for your Master. It’s not about getting yourself off at every opportunity. You claim you want to submit. Now is your chance to prove it. I’m going to touch you in whatever way pleases me. Your ankles are tied but you still have quite a bit of freedom of movement. This is where the discipline comes in. Whatever I do, and whatever you might be feeling, you are not to close your legs. Understand? You are to submit to whatever I mete out with what little grace you might possess. Not only that, you’d better not come. No matter what I do, you may not orgasm. Got it?”
Alex nodded. She could feel her heart thudding against her ribs. Nevertheless, she was determined to obey him. Despite her nervous anticipation, she had to admit she was aroused as hell by the situation. To be naked and tied down while an extremely sexy guy touched her cunt—frankly it didn’t seem like much of a punishment.
His large hands glided over her breasts, finding and tweaking her nipples, which rose hard against his fingers. In her mind’s eye, she imagined him draping his strong body over hers, slipping his hard cock into her willing wetness…
She couldn’t help the small sigh as he moved a hand down her belly to her bare, spread cunt. Using her own juices, he lubricated her clit and rubbed in slow circles around it. Alex began to breathe hard, grunting as he thrust a finger inside her. Jesus, she was going to come. She started to close her knees but remembered his admonition to keep her legs spread. Shit, this was harder than she thought.
All at once the warm, melting pleasure he was wresting from her was replaced with a stinging pain as his hand came down hard against her spread, defenseless cunt. “Ow!” Alex screamed reflexively. Again she nearly shut her legs but somehow managed not to. He smacked her three more times in rapid succession, each blow harder than the last. Alex squeezed her eyes shut, biting her lips to keep from squealing again.
Suddenly the hard palm was again replaced with soft fingertips expertly swirling over her sensitive flesh. The sensation was heightened, her cunt still pulsing and tingling from his palm. They were in the playroom, the stool placed in the center of the room, Alex’s head leaning back toward the mirrored wall. She opened her eyes and saw upside down the image of herself, breasts pointing toward the ceiling, her hair trailing the floor, Daniel in front of her, kneeling between her knees.
She watched as his head dipped, his lips parting. Oh shit, he was going to lick her. There was no way she could avoid orgasm if he did that. Squeezing her eyes shut to block out the sexy image, Alex tried to distract herself with thoughts having nothing to do with Daniel or Liam or this whole crazy setup. She thought about her quarterly tax payment that was due next week and about the oil change her car needed. She tried to focus on the plot of the book she was working on but found she couldn’t even recall the storyline.
Pleasure coiled inside her like a spring, ready to explode. His tongue moved in long, sure strokes, alighting at last on her clit, doing a wet, hot dance as she struggled to resist the irresistible. Fuck, she whispered, aware she was going to come despite her best efforts not to. Surely, he’d planned it this way, just as Liam had ordered him not to come when she sucked his cock. Her thoughts veered toward last night, to the hot, sexy image of Liam taking Daniel’s cock deep into his throat as his hands cupped and massaged Daniel’s balls. He’d played Daniel like a fine musical instrument, controlling his pleasure with practiced ease until he gave him permission to come. But no permission was forthcoming here. Hold on, she told herself. Don’t give in.
All at once his warm, wet tongue was gone. Her spread cunt throbbed between her legs. Alex became aware of the sound of her own panting in the otherwise quiet room. She took a deep, shuddering breath. Daniel’s palm came down hard against her swollen cunt. The blow was so unexpected she forgot herself, jerking her knees closed as best she could with her ankles tethered to the stool’s legs. Just as quickly she spread them again, waiting for Daniel’s rebuke.
Instead, he unknotted the nylon rope around her ankles. She heard him move behind her. He lifted her to a sitting position. She was nearly overcome with dizziness as the blood rushed away from her head. Daniel’s arms wrapped protectively around her. Gratefully, she leaned back against him. His erection was hard against the small of her back.
“That was good,” he said softly. “You managed to control yourself for once. I should warn you, you won’t be coming for a while. Not until you show you deserve it.” Gently he tucked errant strands of her hair behind her ears. Impulsively she turned her face, trying to kiss his hand. Instead of being angry at being denied a much-needed orgasm, Alex experienced something new. A slow burn of desire had been ignited deep in her belly, something she sensed had more power and potential than anything she’d experienced to this point.
She found herself looking at Daniel differently. Instead of another submissive, Daniel had changed at that moment into a real Dom. He had punished her not because Liam had ordered him to but at his own discretion. He had been sexy and utterly masterful. She’d truly been at his mercy. This made the experience so much more intense than if he’d simply been acting on someone else’s orders.
Daniel helped her stand. Her cunt still throbbed, swollen and wet between her legs. “Get dressed. We still have chores to finish. Then you’ll have your lesson in sucking cock.”
Alex obeyed, smiling to herself at the thought of driving Daniel as wild as he’d driven her.
~*~
The chores were done, fresh flowers cut and arranged in their vases and a fragrant eggplant parmesan was baking in the oven. They had a little over an hour to practice before Liam came home.
Daniel looked down at the naked young woman. If the arrangement had been purely sexual, he would have preferred a young man to be kneeling at his feet. While he enjoyed women well enough, he preferred the hard, masculine beauty of the male form. Yet his cock jutted out hard from his groin nonetheless. As women went, Alex was pleasing—lithe and feminine. Most importantly, she was submissive—submissive to him. That was what had his cock hard more than her high, pretty breasts or pert, rounded bottom. She was kneeling naked on the playroom floor, ready to do his bidding, willing to accept the consequences if she failed.
He took his cock in his hand, stroking it as he said, “Are you ready to serve me, slave?” He watched with satisfaction as her eyes widened slightly, her lips parting. He understood completely the effect his use of the word “slave” had on her. After being brought so close to the edge of orgasm and then denied, she’d spent the day in sexual frustration. He knew if he touched her cunt, he would find it wet. Yet she hadn’t tried to touch herself or to manipulate him in any way to touch her. She was staring at his cock, mesmerized as he stroked it. It stiffened under her ardent gaze.
Slowly she nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
He stepped closer, touching her lips with the head of his cock. At once she opened her mouth, her wide green eyes staring up into his. He pressed slowly forward, letting her adjust to his girth. At once her tongue and lips were moving, licking, biting, kissing as her small hands came up to cup and caress his balls. He permitted her attentions for a few minutes because it felt so good. Yet he knew he mustn’t come
. He was here to teach her. He pulled back. She held on, only reluctantly releasing him as he stepped away.
“You have a certain talent,” he said. “That is, if your goal is to get someone off as fast as you can. Liam prefers to take his time. You should be prepared to spend easily an hour serving him with your mouth. It’s not a race. Your job is to draw out the pleasure. Your mouth is a vessel to receive him for as long as he cares to use you. He might come down your throat or on your breasts or not at all. That will be his decision not yours.” He stared down at Alex, whose hair was falling into her face as usual. She shook it back and nodded.
“Let’s see how well you can deep throat,” he said. She opened her mouth, kneeling up to receive him. Lightly holding the sides of her head, he entered her mouth, pushing until he felt the head touch her soft palate. Her mouth was warm and soft against him. He pushed deeper, holding her still as he pressed down into her throat.
Alex, who had been doing well, suddenly jerked back, gagging. He let her go, watching with amusement as she coughed and sputtered, her eyes tearing. “Man. It’s too big. No way can I do that.”
“Of course you can. It’s just a matter of learning to relax. Now we’ll try again.” He half expected her to protest or refuse. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, took a deep breath and leaned toward him, her mouth open. He held the sides of her head as he guided himself into her mouth.
Again as his cock head made contact with the back of her throat Alex balked and tried to pull back, gagging against him. This time he held her fast. “Stop it. It’s mind over matter. Will yourself to relax. Stop rejecting me. That’s what you’re doing. You’re rejecting your Master. That’s grounds for punishment. Stop it.”
He could feel her throat muscles convulsing as she struggled against him. She pulled back with more force and all at once he let her go, annoyed she gave up so easily. She fell back, gasping for air, her eyes watering. “I’m—I’m sorry. I know I can do better. It’s your cock. It’s just too big.”
“Thanks for the compliment.” He grinned. “But I’m not going for it. You should be able to take any size cock once you’re properly trained. You’re holding on to tension. You aren’t making yourself my vessel—you’re trying to retain your independence as a separate person. You can’t do that. Not if you want to really serve your Master properly. You have to give of yourself. To suspend your own control, to give it over to him. That’s the essence of submission. You claim you want that. Your actions say otherwise.”
He waited for the barrage of protests and excuses. Instead, to his surprise, Alex nodded, saying quietly, “I’m ready to try, Sir.” She knelt up, her hands clasped loosely in front of her, her eyes closed, lips parted, the very picture of submission.
Daniel moved close, again nudging his cock head between her lips. His erection, which had flagged somewhat at her resistance, stiffened in the warm wetness of her mouth. Again he held her head on either side as he guided himself into her throat. He felt her tense, the muscles of her throat contracting. “Easy,” he said gently. “You can do it. Take it for me. Take it for your Master. Become what you know you’re longing to be.”
She relaxed, her shoulders dropping, her jaw becoming lax. He pushed deeper and she gagged slightly but managed to control the reflex. “That’s it. Open yourself to me. Surrender yourself.”
Slowly he pulled back, reveling in her velvet tongue, which moved to caress the underside of his shaft. He didn’t pull out completely but waited while she inhaled deeply through her nose before pressing back into her throat. She gagged but caught herself, managing to stop the spasm before it took her over. Daniel was impressed despite himself. He’d expected more struggle and less grace.
He stayed lodged in her throat until she began to fidget, her face reddening. He knew she couldn’t breathe and he pulled back, this time withdrawing completely. “You have potential,” he said with a small smile. She made a face, which made him laugh. No doubt she was used to driving her straight boyfriends wild.
“Now we’ll try it again.”
~*~
Liam entered the front hall, stopping short as he saw the naked man and woman kneeling back on their haunches, their eyes downcast, their hands resting palms up on bare thighs. Daniel’s cock was erect as always, which pleased him. Was the girl as aroused? Her nipples were perking toward him but that might only be a result of the breeze stirred by the ceiling fan whirring above them.
He set down his briefcase and stepped toward his lover. Daniel had given him a full account by phone of the day’s activities, including Alex’s straying fingers, the subsequent punishment and her lesson in oral sex. Daniel had been animated as he talked, clearly excited by having his own personal slave girl to use and command. The punishment had been entirely Daniel’s devising. As Liam listened to his description, he found himself wishing he could have been there watching instead of plowing through legal documents and papers.
“I’m jealous,” he said when they spoke on the phone earlier that day. “I want to be there for all this.”
“Why don’t you then?”
“Any other week. Several deals are coming to a head. I have to be here. As it is, I’m leaving earlier than I should. Don’t worry, Saturday will be here before we know it. Anyway, I want to give you the space you need to explore your new role as a Dom without me being there to interfere.” He waited a beat for Daniel to protest, to say he wanted Liam there every step of the way.
“Okay, I guess that makes sense,” Daniel said. “And we still have the evenings together.”
Now Liam walked over to Daniel, bending down to lift his face with a finger under his chin. Daniel closed his eyes for a kiss. Liam touched his shoulder, a gesture indicating Daniel should stand. He did and Liam took him into his arms, kissing him deep and long. He loved pressing Daniel’s naked body to his clothed one. The position of power implied between them never ceased to thrill him.
He let Daniel go at last, stepping over to Alex, who remained with eyes downcast, her pretty breasts heaving slightly. On an impulse, he knelt before her and slid his finger between the spread cleft of her cunt. She gasped as he pressed a finger into the tight entrance. She was slick with desire. He laughed triumphantly toward Daniel. “Is she always this wet?”
“Always,” Daniel affirmed, grinning back. Liam smeared his wet finger along her soft cheek. They both watched with amusement as her cheeks reddened, though she managed to maintain her position, her eyes modestly downcast, her hands still resting palm up on her knees.
Liam turned away from the girl, focusing on Daniel. “What’s for dinner? It smells fantastic.”
“Eggplant parmesan, garlic bread and salad. Alex picked the herbs for the salad dressing.” He smiled briefly toward her and then addressed Liam again. “I thought that Cabernet you bought recently would go well with the meal. Oh, and I made homemade peach ice cream for dessert.”
“You spoil me. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m so glad you’re in my life.” Liam meant it. He could hardly believe this sexy, loving man wanted to tend his house, cook his food and meet his every need with submissive devotion and love. Liam was glad they’d found Alex if it made Daniel happy. By the same token, the minute she displeased him or he no longer wanted her around, she would be gone. He looked toward her now.
“Get up, Alex. How was your second day with us?” Alex stood, glancing shyly up at him as she crossed her arms reflexively over her breasts.
She looked to Daniel, who said quietly, “Arms down.” She dropped her arms at once and arched her back, causing her breasts to thrust forward. Liam suppressed a smile. Turning to him, she answered, “It was, um, instructional.”
He laughed. “So I understand. Daniel says you have potential when it comes to pleasing a man, but there’s still work to be done before he’s ready to present you to me. What else happened today, Alex? Is there something you need to tell me?”
Alex flushed and glanced reproachfully at Daniel. Had she h
onestly expected him to keep it a secret? She blurted out, “Why are you asking, when you obviously know it all anyway?” Liam heard Daniel draw in his breath sharply. He would never address Liam in that insolent tone. Liam knew Alex was embarrassed and reacting off that embarrassment. Nevertheless, she’d been insolent that morning at breakfast too. It was time to make the law a little clearer.
Quickly he moved toward her, gripping a handful of her hair in his strong fingers. He pulled her head back as he leaned down close to her face. “I’m asking because I want to hear it from you. I’ll warn you now—speak to me or to Daniel like that again and you can pack your bags.” He let go of her hair, ignoring her as he turned to Daniel. “Obviously she needs things spelled out.” He leaned down to retrieve his briefcase. “Bring her to my study when she’s ready to present herself like a proper submissive. You can put on shorts—she’s to stay naked.”
~*~
“What’s wrong with you?” Daniel hissed as Liam strode from the hallway. “You know better than that.”
“I’m sorry!” Alex blurted. “It’s obvious you told him every detail of the day already so why’s he making me spell it again? Just to embarrass me?”
“It doesn’t matter why he asks you something. He asks, you answer. It’s that simple. You keep trying to control things. Until you let that go, you’ll never become truly submissive. Don’t you get it? He asked because part of your punishment or your atonement, if you like, is to recount yourself what you did wrong. It’s a way of owning up to it—of claiming responsibility. Whatever Liam or I ask of you, you should be prepared to answer as honestly and openly as you can. Otherwise this is just a game. Another in a series of hollow playacting bullshit D/s relationships that mean less than nothing when the day is done.”
Alex was silent. Daniel had hit a nerve. Yet the thought of spelling out in detail how she’d slipped her hand into her shorts to get herself off while daydreaming of the two sexy guys making out in front of her—how embarrassing. “Was it like this for you, Daniel? Did you mess up sometimes, or were you just born submissive, innately full of grace since birth?”
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