Two for Alex: M/m/f BDSM Ménage - 2 Volume Set

by Claire Thompson

  “I should punish you now.” Liam raked Alex with his eyes, his lips curling into a small, cruel smile. “But I have other plans.”

  He turned toward Daniel. “Go to the cross, facing outward. Alex is going to practice sucking cock. If you come, you’ll be punished.”

  He turned toward Alex. “And if he doesn’t, you will.”

  Alex glanced nervously at Daniel as she took in the implications of Liam’s devious plan. There was a small smile on Daniel’s face and his eyes were sparkling.

  Damn him—he’d already won in his head. She would soon wipe that smug grin from his lips. Already pretty good at giving head before her week of training, she’d spent countless hours serving both men, especially Daniel. She knew just exactly how to drive him over the edge. It would be hot to watch Liam discipline him in front of her.

  Liam tethered Daniel’s wrists high on each side of the St. Andrew’s Cross and buckled his ankles to the legs. Daniel’s cock jutted out from his groin. Liam caressed it roughly and squeezed his balls until Daniel moaned.

  Liam stepped back. “Kneel and show me what you’ve learned. You have fifteen minutes.”

  Alex knelt in front of Daniel. Without touching his cock, she lowered her head and began to lick his smooth, shaven balls, gliding her tongue in slow, sensual circles over the skin. She felt them tighten, the skin puckering beneath her lips and tongue. She smiled inwardly, aware how much Daniel liked this.

  Lifting her head, she cupped his balls lightly in one hand and began to lower her open mouth over his straining shaft. She inhaled with pleasure, savoring his masculine musk, eager to drive him wild. Her cunt was wet and her clit throbbed. For a second she imagined climbing up over Daniel’s shaft to lower herself onto its rigid girth while wrapping her legs around him.

  All at once she felt Liam’s strong fingers curling around her upper arms and jerking them back behind her back. “My fault. I should have been clearer. No hands.” He attached the clasps of her wrist cuffs behind her back.

  Damn. This was going to be more difficult without the use of her hands. Daniel’s cock was not only thick but long. From this angle she wouldn’t be able to take him fully without the use of at least one hand to wrap around the base.

  At the same time the very act of being bound served to heighten her arousal. She thrilled to being restrained. It made her more aware of her body, the helplessness adding to a deep, sensual burn in her belly.

  Aware the clock was ticking, she again focused on Daniel’s bobbing cock. Teasingly she licked away the salty drop of pre-cum at its tip. She ran her tongue in a line down a ribbon of vein and slowly up again.

  A tremor of desire shuddered through his body and she smiled inwardly. He was hard as steel and ready for her hot, wet mouth to claim him. She lowered her head, lips parted, taking the length of his shaft as far as she could.

  She worshipped the rigid shaft with both lips and tongue, well pleased to hear a soft moan above her. Opening her throat the way Daniel taught her, she moved down, taking nearly the entire length.

  Daniel thrust up against her, gagging her. She pulled back, sputtering, tears springing to her eyes. Blinking rapidly, she again took the shaft, using her tongue and throat muscles to massage him until Daniel moaned again.

  He was breathing deeply, a technique she knew he employed to control his body’s responses. Her goal was to increase that breathing until it was a ragged pant—to make him forget himself and the mandate not to come.

  If only she had the use of her hands, it would be a done deal.

  She drew back, licking the crown of Daniel’s cock and running the tip of her tongue over the sensitive slit. Daniel grunted and jerked forward. She did it again, pleased with his reaction.

  Was it her imagination or was he breathing faster? She glanced up at his face and saw his eyes were closed, his head slightly back, his mouth open. Encouraged, she focused again on his cock, bringing every bit of her skill and energy to her task.

  It seemed to be working. He began breathing more rapidly, his chest heaving, his cock thrusting into her open mouth. She permitted herself a grin, her lips widening for a moment around the stiff pole being thrust between them.

  She pushed forward, taking him deeper than she ever had from this position, moving past her gag reflex, past her windpipe, essentially choking off her ability to breathe. She didn’t care.

  For that brief moment in time Daniel and she had become one entity, bound together by the pleasure she could give him and he could take. She was dizzy and giddy. She could feel Daniel’s orgasm welling within him as intensely as if it were her own. She focused on her mission to make him come with all the fervor she possessed.

  “Time’s up.”

  For a moment Alex couldn’t grasp what was happening. She had forgotten about the contest. She just wanted to make the gorgeous man in front of her climax. When Liam released her cuffs and pulled her back from Daniel’s glistening red shaft, she didn’t want to let go. Not yet. Not when they were so close.

  She gave a strangled cry of dismay and then coming to herself, bit her lip. If Liam said time was up, then time was up. She’d failed to make Daniel come in the allotted time. There was no getting around it and no excuse.

  “Time for your punishment, little girl.” Liam’s voice was playful though there was steel beneath it. “Bring the spanking stool over here directly in front of Daniel so he can watch. I’m going to leave him tethered there a while longer since he looks so fucking hot like that. Don’t you agree?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered, her cunt throbbing. A sheen of sweat covered Daniel’s strong naked body. His chest was still heaving and his cock bobbed parallel to the ground. Damn it, if only she’d had two or three more minutes. She could have taken him over the edge—she was sure of it.

  Liam unbuckled his belt and pulled it from its loops. It was made from soft black leather, a large filigreed silver buckle at its center. He perched himself on the edge of the stool and pointed to the ground. “Kneel up.”

  Alex obeyed, her heart tripping against her ribs, her eyes on the belt. Liam tossed it toward her. “Lick the tip. Make it nice and wet. Then get up here on my lap for the whipping you’ve earned.”

  She took the belt, confused by the strange request. Nevertheless, she obeyed, licking the soft leather on both sides with the flat of her tongue and taking it into her mouth to suck it.

  Liam held out his hand and she gave him the belt. “Get over my knees.” Though Liam had punished, corrected, sexually tortured and even made love to Alex, she had spent much more time with Daniel during their long days together while Liam was at work.

  She found herself almost shy now as she draped her bare body over his denim-clad thighs and felt the evidence of his arousal beneath her. While she was deeply sexually attracted to both men, beyond their D/s arrangement she knew Daniel and Liam did not reciprocate the attraction.

  Or if they did, she wasn’t aware of it. No—their attraction to her was in her willingness to submit and suffer as a sub but not as a woman. Aware the erection poking hard against her was for Daniel and for the scene, she tried to content herself with that.

  This whipping with a belt wasn’t a punishment and they all three knew it. For a masochist like Alex, while the sting was as real for her as anyone, the pleasure it would give rise to was well worth the pain. She would take her “punishment” with grace and impress the guys with her self-control.

  Or so she thought.

  She wasn’t prepared for the sting that seared her skin when the tip struck her ass. She yelped and gripped Liam’s legs to keep from rubbing the fiery spot. Belatedly she realized because the belt was wet, its cut was sharper.

  Liam struck her hard in a series of rapid blows. This wasn’t the sensual stroke of soft leather she’d been expecting. The biting lash hurt more than a spanking, more than a flogging, even more than a cropping. It was on par with a cane or the dreaded snake whip she had been introduced to the week before.

 
“Ow, ow, ow!” Alex squealed and whimpered, any plans of taking her punishment with grace abandoned. Liam ignored her cries, gripping the back of her neck to hold her in place while he relentlessly whipped her poor burning ass until she was wriggling and yelping, her grip white-knuckled against his legs.

  She sagged against him. She hadn’t slipped into that peaceful, serene place where pain melted with pleasure into an alloy of ecstasy. She was simply too exhausted to struggle any longer.

  “Had enough?” Liam’s voice was husky with lust. He dropped the belt and stood, holding Alex in his arms. Gently he lowered her to the ground. She lay where he left her, reaching back to gingerly touch her burning ass.

  Liam knelt beside her. “Stay right there. I’m not done with you.” She was glad to be told not to move. She felt as if she’d just run a marathon. As always seemed to happen when she was punished, despite the pain or perhaps because of it, the stirring heat of her desire matched the fiery heat of her abraded skin.

  Liam released Daniel from the cross. “Turnabout is fair play. Now it’s your chance to prove your control, Alex. Same rules apply. Fifteen minutes. No hands. You come, you’re punished, you don’t, it’s Daniel’s turn.”

  ~*~

  It took Daniel a second to process what Liam had just said.

  Liam quirked an eyebrow. “Is there a problem, slave boy?”

  Daniel felt himself coloring. While he loved to submit to Liam more than anything, when Alex was around, his own dominant inclinations rose to the fore. He had experienced the scene from a dominant mindset, aware Alex would fail and be punished accordingly. He had known she wouldn’t be able to make him come. He was far too well trained to succumb to her ardent but not especially skilled attentions.

  “No, Sir,” he quickly replied.

  “Glad to hear it,” Liam said dryly, a hint of amusement in his expression. He sat cross-legged on the ground at Alex’s head. “Roll over onto your back and spread your legs,” Liam told Alex.

  She obeyed, wincing as her tender ass made contact with the carpet. Liam took her head into his lap and stroked the hair from her face. Daniel couldn’t help the stab of jealousy as he watched.

  He crouched between Alex’s knees and glanced up, meeting Liam’s gaze.

  Liam smiled and reached out his hand to stroke Daniel’s cheek. “See if you can make this slut girl come.” He looked down at Alex. “And you—try to maintain some level of control. Hold yourself in check until I give you permission. If you can make it past the fifteen minutes, I’ll let you climax. But not a moment before, understand?”

  Alex nodded, glancing with wide eyes toward Daniel.

  Daniel appraised her as he figured out his strategy. He would frame it in dominant terms, even though he was submitting to Liam at the same time. He would test Alex, teasing her mercilessly to make her come before the time was up.

  Liam looked at his watch. “Okay. Start now.”

  Daniel leaned forward, putting his hands on either slender thigh to spread Alex’s smooth sex. He touched the outer folds, sliding his tongue along one side. She smelled sweet and fresh, her scent lighter and less dense than a man’s but no less alluring.

  When he drew his tongue past her clit, Alex gasped and the muscles in her legs tensed for a second. Pleased at her response, he licked a long, slow circle around the hooded clit and flicked at it with his tongue.

  Alex gasped again and tried to close her legs. He kept his hands firmly in place, preventing her. He, after all, had been bound spread-eagle. She wouldn’t be permitted to squirm away from him. As Liam had said, turnabout was fair play.

  He focused for nearly a minute on her clit, feeling it swell and harden beneath his kiss. He slid his tongue down, exploring the small, tight entrance of her cunt. Her wetness gushed over his tongue, the taste sweet, with an added spice.

  When he pushed his tongue into the slick entrance, Alex groaned and shuddered, her hips twisting upward. She was showing very little control, which would make his work all the easier.

  He moved back up toward her clit, drawing slow, sensual patterns in a relentless swirl around it without quite touching it. He inserted two fingers into her slippery wetness. The muscles clamped down in a viselike grip and Alex cried out.

  “Oh. Oh, oh. No. I don’t…I can’t…” Her words were breathy, punctuated with gasps and sighs. “Please…” She moaned and shuddered.

  Power surged through Daniel’s veins, entwining with lust. If he’d been alone with Alex at that moment, he would have plunged himself into her, fucking her hard and furious.

  But he was not alone. He was submitting to his Master’s will. He was doing this to please Liam. Refocused, he flicked at her engorged clit, slipping the tip of his tongue beneath its pushed-back hood. He twisted his fingers inside her, curling and hooking them upward while he licked her.

  Alex jerked and trembled beneath him, gasping and moaning. He pushed a third finger into the velvet heat and Alex began to pant. The pant changed to a low, guttural moan that slowly rose up an octave until she was keening like an animal, her body twisting and shuddering, her head thrashing in Liam’s lap.

  Suddenly her hands were at Daniel’s head, pushing him off her with surprising strength. He moved back and she slammed her legs together, cupping her bare sex with one hand and moaning. Her body was rigid and her face was flushed, beads of sweat on her upper lip, her eyes squeezed shut.

  She stayed that way for several moments before finally relaxing her body. Both men watched her, fascinated as she moved from what almost seemed like a kind of agony into a drifting sort of peace, her muscles easing, her face smoothing into a dazed smile. She reminded Daniel of a small bird that had risen too high on a hot breeze and was now coasting back down toward the earth.

  He looked up at Liam, who met his eye and raised his eyebrows. “From the look of things, the score is Daniel two, Alex zero. Only…” Liam paused, slowly shaking his head, “there is the matter of your failure to follow the rules, slave boy.”

  Daniel’s sense of triumph faded rapidly. What had he done wrong? “What?” he blurted.

  “Your hands,” Liam calmly explained. “I said no hands.”

  “Oh,” Daniel said softly, realizing his error. In the heat of the moment, he’d completely forgotten that rule. Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

  “It’s okay.” Liam reached over the inert girl between them and ruffled Daniel’s hair. There was a devilish gleam in his eye that made Daniel’s heart skip a beat. “It just means now I get to punish you both.”

  Chapter 4

  A particularly persistent bird was chirping loudly outside the window, waking Alex even before the six o’clock alarm. Sunlight was streaming into the room when she opened her eyes.

  Her first conscious thought was, I’m not in their bed.

  Though Daniel had showed her to her old bedroom to unpack her things when she’d arrived the day before, somehow she had just presumed since accepting the silver bracelets that symbolized her erotic servitude she would now get to sleep in their huge bed, nestled snugly between the two sexy guys after a long night of lovemaking.

  Alex had been blindfolded and placed in the large steel animal cage they kept in the corner of the playroom, denied the chance to watch Daniel’s punishment, though she could hear it.

  Liam chose the snake, a tightly braided single cowhide whip with a knot at the end. That particular whip delivered an especially brutal sting as Alex knew from her own experience. She heard the whistle just before contact and then Daniel’s gasp and cry. She winced in sympathy.

  Like most masochists, just watching another sub be punished was thrilling in itself. Therein lay her true punishment. She lay curled on her side, locked in a cage like an animal, blindfolded, ignored and relegated to non-status while Daniel took his whipping.

  Afterward, she heard Liam’s muted sighs and groans of pleasure and knew Daniel was sucking his cock. She squirmed in her cage, her cunt reignited despite the incredible orgasm Daniel had given her
.

  Even then, she’d held out hope they’d release her and take her to bed with them. But when the cage was opened, only Daniel was there. He told her to go to bed and be ready for inspection by six thirty the next morning.

  She’d opened her mouth, very nearly begging to be allowed to sleep with them. A look from Daniel silenced the words before they were uttered. Glumly, she followed him out of the playroom and down the hall to her bedroom.

  Once alone, she stood before the large mirror on the outer door of the armoire and examined the long, flat stripes of pink still showing on her bottom. Though they would be gone by morning, she was pleased with these badges of submissive courage. Though she had to admit she hadn’t been particularly courageous at the time, squirming and yelping like an untrained novice.

  She lay now looking out the window at the sky, colored pale lavender with streaks of gold from the rising sun. She snuggled down into the comfortable bed, so much nicer than the lumpy mattress on which she slept in the garage apartment.

  She looked around the room with its antique mahogany bureau, matching armoire and the small writing desk that sat beneath the large window. She smiled at the vase of fresh flowers Daniel had placed there for her. Framed watercolors of garden scenes were hung on each wall against faded floral wallpaper. The room enchanted her, as it had from the moment she’d seen it.

  But she’d have given anything to be in the master bedroom with them.

  “Hey, you awake?”

  Alex turned toward her door, which was ajar. She was never to close any door on her Masters, not even the bathroom door when using the toilet. Nor was she to close her legs in their presence, or her lips.

  “I’m not late, am I?” Alex sat abruptly, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. Had she forgotten some new instruction?

  “No. No, you’re fine. I just wanted to see how you’re doing before I go down to start breakfast. It was a pretty intense first night back for you.”

  Daniel was wearing denim cutoffs and a red T-shirt that accented his strong, broad chest and shoulders. His hair was still wet from his shower and his eyes, an unusual silvery blue, were smiling at her.