Two for Alex

by Claire Thompson

  During the train ride back to Westport Liam opened his Blackberry and pressed the speed dial button for home, eager to let Daniel know he was on his way. It was only two o’clock. His big meeting had finished unexpectedly quick and Liam had let his secretary know he would be leaving early that day. The home phone rang but Daniel didn’t pick up. He must be outside gardening, Liam decided. And what was Alex doing? Scrubbing a toilet wearing nothing but that creamy, fine skin? They would definitely need to try clamps on those perky nipples. Liam didn’t leave a message, deciding to surprise his two sexy subs.

  He flashed back to that morning when Alex had stood at attention in her room, her little cunt sopping wet as always. Maybe that night they’d relent and let her have her orgasm. Though not before they put her through her paces.

  The heavyset woman next to him was glancing sidelong at his lap. She looked up at his face and gave him what he supposed was her best effort at a sexy come-hither smile. Embarrassed by the obvious erection jutting at his groin, Liam put his briefcase on his lap and looked out the window at the scenery flashing by.

  Once he retrieved his car at the train station Liam called home again. Still no answer. He tried Daniel’s cell phone but that too went to voice mail. A tendril of worry curled its way into his brain. Hopefully everything was all right at home. He drove faster, telling himself they were probably outside or had the music going in the playroom and didn’t hear the phone. Or perhaps they’d even gone out somewhere—to the supermarket maybe.

  He pulled into the long drive, noting Daniel’s truck was parked where it always was and Alex’s little car was there as well. He hurried up the walkway and entered the house. “Daniel?” he called. No answer. He took the stairs two at a time and, as he neared the second floor, he heard the music coming from the playroom and heaved a huge sigh of relief. They simply hadn’t heard the phone. Daniel often played his music too loud when he was alone, at least too loud for Liam.

  He pushed the door, which was slightly ajar and stopped dead in his tracks, unable for a split second to process what he was seeing. He felt as if ice had suddenly replaced the blood that a moment before had been flowing in his veins. He couldn’t speak, he couldn’t move. He could only stand impotently as his lover pummeled the naked girl beneath him, her breathy sighs interweaving with Daniel’s moans. He watched Daniel stiffen in the seconds before orgasm. He watched as Daniel came, his ass muscles clenched as he shuddered in uncontrolled release.

  If he hadn’t been frozen in place by what he was witnessing, he would have crashed to the ground and, he was certain, smashed into a thousand bits of ice.

  Alex was the first to notice Liam standing like a stone in the door, unable to move or speak. “Daniel,” she whispered frantically. “Liam’s here.” Daniel didn’t move, a deadweight on top of the small woman. More emphatically, Alex urged, “He’s here. In the doorway.”

  All at once Daniel came alive. In one swift movement he pulled himself from the girl and whirled toward the door, toward Liam, who still stood rooted to the spot. He could see the look of horrified surprise that collided with anguished guilt as Daniel turned to face him. He could see Daniel’s spent cock, flagging and still sticky with the mingled juices from the two of them.

  “Liam. You didn’t call.” Was this a reproach? Did his lover have the audacity to reprimand him for not sounding a warning so he could be sure to be in proper submissive form when Liam arrived? So the cuckold would be none the wiser of what had really been going on between the pair, seeing only what they wanted him to as the two so-called subs knelt naked, waiting to greet him?

  This couldn’t be happening. Daniel would never fall in love with a woman. It wasn’t in his constitution. Of the two of them, Liam was far more likely to become emotionally involved with a female. Daniel’s interest had been for a chance to hone his skills with a whip, a chance to explore his dominant impulses in a safe way with someone who, by definition, would never be a threat to Liam, to their love for each other.

  Daniel moved toward him, falling to his knees. He wrapped his arms around Liam’s legs. “I’m sorry, Sir,” he said softly. “I came without your permission. I-I let things get away from me. I should be punished.”

  Came without his permission? Was that all this meant to Daniel? He’d come home to find his partner making love to a woman and Daniel framed it only in terms of stealing an orgasm? He looked down with near incomprehension at the streaked blond head of the man he loved more than life. Daniel shifted, moving back so he could kiss the tops of Liam’s shoes.

  As he stared down at his prostrate lover, a warm glimmer of hope eased its way through the frozen rivulets of his heart, melting it just a little. Daniel had offered him the key to a graceful solution, at least superficially. Liam would punish them both—not for breaking his heart but for stealing an orgasm, for coming without his express permission.

  He glanced toward Alex, who had remained on the floor, curling in on herself like a fetal ball. “I can see it’s a good thing I came home when I did.” He looked down at Daniel. “I’m disappointed in you, Daniel,” he said, aware of his understatement. Daniel’s eyes filled with tears as he looked away.

  “Get up,” he said gruffly. “Both of you. Shower and get back here pronto. I’ll deal with you then.” They both scrambled to their feet.

  “Liam, we should talk—” Daniel said quietly.

  “We will,” Liam cut him off. “Not yet. Do what you’re told.” He turned on his heel, desperate for the sanctuary of his study.

  He sank into the old leather chair behind his desk as his two subs scuttled to their respective bathrooms to wash the sticky evidence of their betrayal from their perfect young bodies…

  With a sigh, Liam swiveled toward the large window. Staring out at Daniel’s beautiful landscaping, he tried to get his head around what he had just witnessed. He knew Daniel was right—they should talk. They had to talk.

  Yet he wasn’t ready to hear what Daniel had to say. What if—no, it didn’t bear thinking about. And yet, the thought would not simply disappear on his command.

  Liam let out a breath, his mind veering into dark places. He had always trusted Daniel intrinsically, never for a moment wondering what he did during the long hours every day when Liam was bent over legal papers in law offices or entertaining his clients in overpriced restaurants or walking them through difficult negotiations over how to invest and spend their enormous wealth.

  He had known Daniel was home, lovingly caring for their house and gardens. The proof was in the gleaming surfaces, the wonderful food, the beautiful flowers and rolling lawns. It was in the way Daniel kept himself fit and sexy. And in the way he was waiting with utter devotion by the door when Liam arrived, ready and eager to worship his Master’s body and nurture his soul.

  How could he have been so foolish as to think a third person could do anything but throw a wrench in the perfect machinery of their finely tuned D/s relationship? What had he been thinking to permit such a manipulative slut of a girl to spend the day alone with his Daniel, luring him into her clutches and away from Liam?

  “Cut it out,” he said aloud, aware he was being ridiculous. It wasn’t Alex’s fault. Daniel was the one in charge. Even if she’d been seductive and inappropriate in her supposed role as submissive to them both, Daniel should have exercised better judgment. Daniel was responsible for her submissive behavior while they were home alone. Hadn’t Liam himself given Daniel carte blanche while he was away? No, he hadn’t expected to find them fucking on the floor—the image stabbed at his heart and he shook it away—but to be fair, he’d never expressly forbidden it. He’d had no problem with Daniel’s punishment of her the day before, tying the girl down and bringing her near to orgasm without permitting her the much-needed release.

  Was this so very different? If a Master wanted to fuck his slave, hadn’t he the right? Wasn’t Daniel guilty only of the technicality of coming without permission? Still, he couldn’t help but wonder if he hadn’t been the
re to witness the infraction, would Daniel have confessed on his own?

  Liam closed his eyes, half wishing he hadn’t come home early but had been left in ignorant bliss as to what had just transpired between his two subs. The wish was halfhearted however. Liam preferred to face things head-on. If there was something to deal with here—if Daniel were in fact falling in love with someone else—it was better to find out now and deal with it straight up. Meanwhile, Liam still had a duty as Daniel’s Master to punish him as promised. He didn’t know if Alex had come or not. Frankly, he didn’t care. He would punish her too just because he wished to.

  He went back upstairs, stopping in the bedroom to change into shorts and a T-shirt. He laid his suit over the rack in the corner of the room, aware Daniel would later hang it or send it to the cleaners if it needed it. Daniel always made sure his clothes were clean and pressed, his shoes shined, his ties neatly arranged in the tidy closet. Liam sighed as he thought about the hundred things Daniel did for him every day above and beyond the sexually submissive adoration he lavished on him.

  Only that morning Daniel had woken him as he often did by slipping down beneath the sheets to take Liam’s cock into his warm, eager mouth. Liam would wake slowly, his body responding to the warm caress of Daniel’s tongue before his mind came fully alert. Sometimes he would permit Daniel to continue until he came, spurting his seed down Daniel’s throat. Daniel would keep his cock in his mouth until it softened. Then he would slip down to lick and suckle his balls in a gesture Liam found deeply sensual and submissive.

  Other times he would withdraw his still-erect cock shiny with Daniel’s kisses, stopping before he came. He too liked to burn for his lover, aware their lovemaking that night would be all the sweeter for it.

  He walked into the playroom on bare feet. Both subs were kneeling side by side on the floor, their foreheads touching the carpet, their asses raised. Their arms were extended in front of them on the ground as if in supplication. In spite of himself, Liam stood in front of them, his hands on his hips, feeling his power rise like a serpent in his gut.

  He touched the top of Alex’s still-wet head with his toe. “You. Go to the toy chest and get Daniel’s leather cock ring. And get the snake too.” The girl leapt to her feet and hurried to do his bidding. Daniel remained stock still, head down. Liam knelt beside him. “Since it’s your cock that got you in trouble, I’m going to punish it. Go wait at the cross. Assume the position, facing the room.”

  Daniel jumped up. “I love you,” he whispered so softly Liam wasn’t sure he had spoken. He resisted his own impulse to respond in kind. Right now he was the stern taskmaster and it was a much easier role to bear than that of betrayed lover, and so he embraced it. “Do what you’re told,” he snapped, trying to ignore the hurt that washed over Daniel’s face.

  The girl returned with the cock ring, a simple leather band with three snaps. They’d tried fancier, much more expensive rings but always went back to this one, which was easy to put on and remove and sexy as hell on Daniel’s gorgeous cock. She also had the snake, the single-tail whip that had marked her ass so nicely.

  Daniel had positioned himself as ordered in front of the St. Andrew’s Cross. Liam secured the silver bracelets at his wrists to the hooks at the top of each side of the X. “Put on the ankle cuffs,” he ordered Alex, who had remained silent since he’d arrived home, he noticed. She handed him the cock ring and whip and knelt to obey.

  Liam cupped Daniel’s balls in his hand, squeezing gently. “Whose cock is this?”

  “Yours, Sir,” Daniel whispered.

  “Did you forget that today?”

  “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir. I am.”

  Liam could see the pain etched in Daniel’s face. He wasn’t simply mouthing the sexy words to a seductive ritual—he meant it. He was sorry. Liam was nearly overcome with the desire to release Daniel from the cross and take him to their bedroom—to hold him and kiss him and forget what he’d seen.

  But he couldn’t forget. It wouldn’t be fair to Daniel to forget either. Daniel looked to him as his Master. If he failed to punish him now for such a flagrant infraction, it would harm his status in Daniel’s eyes, and in his own.

  Setting the whip on the floor, he kept the ring in one hand while lightly gripping Daniel’s scrotal skin in the other. He pulled Daniel’s balls gently through the leather ring. Daniel’s penis, at first soft, began to stiffen in his fingers as he bent it down and pulled it through the ring. Liam held his cock, squeezing it as it rose and engorged, the blood trapped by the ring making the erection appear even larger than usual.

  Liam looked at Alex standing uncertainly beside him, her eyes glued to Daniel’s sizable package. “You’re going to be punished too. Your punishment is not to watch. We’ll deal with you later. Right now you’re getting in the cage.” A plan sprung into his head as he said this. He went to the toy chest, rummaging a moment until he came up with what he was looking for.

  “I don’t have a woman’s chastity belt, though if we keep you, it looks like I’m going to need to get one.” Instead he held up a small pair of latex shorts he’d acquired somewhere over the years. It was too small for Daniel, but would be perfect for the girl. “Put these on. And these.” He tossed a pair of leather wrist cuffs toward her, the clips dangling. She caught them.

  Still she hadn’t uttered a word, which surprised him. He’d been expecting a barrage of protestations and pleas of innocence or misunderstanding. Instead, she pulled the shiny black shorts over her narrow hips and wrapped the cuffs around her wrists, closing the clips over the metal rings to hold them closed.

  Liam appraised her. She looked sexy in the little black shorts, her breasts bare. He had an inspiration and returned to the chest. He came back to her with a pair of alligator-clip nipple clamps, the tips covered in matching shiny black. Alex’s eyes widened as he pulled her nipple taut and snapped the clamp down over it, compressing the tender bud in its teeth. He did the same to the second nipple. “Oh,” was all she said, but her face creased with pain. He knew she would adapt in a moment or two as the nerve endings were numbed from the compression.

  As a final touch, he found a black sleep mask, which he slipped over her eyes. He clipped her cuffs behind her back and led her by the shoulders to the small cage. He pressed her shoulder and she knelt, crawling in and curling on her side before he’d even snapped the padlock into place.

  He turned back to Daniel, almost forgetting the girl as he took in the sight of his handsome lover, arms and legs extended, his cock engorged and pointing toward the ceiling above its leather bind.

  “Are you ready to suffer for me?” he whispered as he took up the snake, whipping the air with it to make his lover wince. Daniel nodded, closing his eyes.

  “Ten strokes. You will count them for me.”

  Liam was careful, aware the skin of his cock was far more delicate than Daniel’s ass. “One,” Daniel cried as the whip met its mark. The tip coiled around his cock, licking it with a fiery kiss Liam knew. “Two!” That stroke landed just below the first. Liam’s cock stiffened, clamoring for attention. He ignored it, intent on his task.

  “Three! Four! Five!” Daniel was panting, his chest heaving, his face flushed. Liam wanted to kiss him, to stroke his cock with soothing fingers. Instead, he let the whip flick toward Daniel’s balls. Daniel screamed, “Six!” Liam delivered the last four strokes quickly.

  “Brave boy,” he whispered as he stroked Daniel’s smooth chest and leaned forward to kiss his mouth. Daniel responded ardently, straining forward to kiss him in return. Liam reached down to unsnap the ring. He released Daniel’s bracelets and knelt to unclip the cuffs at his ankles. Daniel’s cock was indeed striped with thin red lines, though the welts didn’t seem to affect his erection—on the contrary, Liam knew they only made it all the harder. Such was the perverse nature of a masochistic submissive, a fact that never ceased to delight Liam. He was the opposite side of Daniel’s coin, deriving a fierce erotic thrill from sensually tortur
ing the man he adored above all else.

  He pulled Daniel close, kissing him gently on the lips. Daniel kissed him back, his still erect and no doubt very sore cock mashed between them. They left the room arm in arm, the poor, bound and blindfolded girl in the cage all but forgotten.

  ~*~

  They lay together in each other’s arms on top of the quilts, Liam still in his shorts and shirt, Daniel in nothing but his always-present silver cuffs. “You took your punishment well,” Liam remarked.

  “Thank you, Sir,” Daniel said softly. Neither spoke for a time.

  Finally, Liam said gently, “What happened back there? I mean, what really happened? Tell me honestly. I’ll understand.” He held his breath, his mind again hurtling toward a negative, dark place where Daniel confessed he’d fallen in love with a woman and it was all over between the two of them.

  Daniel didn’t answer right away. Instead, he pulled away from Liam and sat up against the pillows. “What’s happening now between us?” he asked instead. “I know you, Liam. I’ve hurt you. And in a way I never intended. This isn’t about me stealing an orgasm, is it? It’s about us. You’re asking me about us—about you and me. You’re wondering if I’ve fallen in love with a female I’ve known for three days. You’re questioning every moment of the last few days, wondering what else I’ve kept hidden from you.”

  Liam didn’t deny it, though spelled out like that, he had to admit it sounded pretty foolish. Daniel had never once given him cause to question his love, at least not until he’d walked in on the love fest going on in the playroom. “Well, I saw what I saw,” he said lamely.

  “You did. Things got out of hand. It was a spontaneous thing. Alex isn’t trained like I am. We’re working on it, but she’s only been here a few days, don’t forget. She wasn’t kidding when she said she was used to getting what she wanted with guys, Dom or otherwise. She’s used to controlling things with her cunt. By not permitting her to come, we’ve withheld the one thing most dear to her sluttish heart. I do think she has potential, really excellent potential as a properly trained submissive, if she wants that. Right now though, she’s still feeling her way. She hasn’t learned to harness her sexual energy and turn it in a different direction. She doesn’t yet appreciate the power of controlling her impulses or the intensity of the experience if she could really give herself over to someone else.