Two Masters for Alex (4 page)

When Alex excused herself to use the bathroom, Liam turned to Daniel. “What do you think? Should we give her a try?”

“I like her. She’s funny and she’s sexy. Whether she’s submissive or not remains to be seen.”

“Agreed. You’re in the unique position of a switch. You’ll probably sense, even better than I could, if she’s being sincere in her reaction or just playing us to get what she wants. Let’s give her a few tests and if she passes, we could invite her for a week’s stay, if you still want to.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Daniel said, grinning. “And, Liam, thank you for this. I know you’re doing it for me.”

“I’m doing it for us,” Liam answered.

When Alex returned, they moved back into the living room, Liam and Daniel again side by side with Alex across from them. Liam noted Alex was no longer nervously perched on the edge of her seat but sat back, her legs curled beneath her, her little sandals on the floor by the chair.

“If you’re serious about what we offer, you need to understand this isn’t an invitation for some quick sex with strangers. Daniel and I are partners. We’re both bisexual. Our goal in inviting a third person into our lives isn’t to have an excuse to have sex with someone new. Really, it’s a way of extending our lovemaking, of deepening it by adding a new dimension.” He glanced at Daniel, who nodded. “Daniel has dominant impulses. He’s ready to explore these impulses in a meaningful way. If we choose you, you will be expected to submit to both of us with the understanding that Daniel belongs to me, and my word is of course the final one.

“We’ve never done anything like this before so we’d be feeling our way along with you. There are no hard and fast rules except the cardinal rule that you obey each of us in every respect. We in turn would promise to keep you safe, never asking you to do something that could cause you harm. If we all agree, you’d be invited here to live on a trial basis, let’s say a period of a week. You’d be here as our guest. You’d have your own bedroom. I’d expect you not to leave the premises as you’d be expected to devote yourself fully to serving us in every possible respect. We’d train you in obedience, grace and sexual service. By grace I mean the ability to submit to erotic torture, including the whip, the cane, bondage, anal penetration and whatever else comes to my sadistic mind.” He grinned, pleased to see by the flush on her skin and her wide eyes that he had her complete attention.

“I work outside the home during the week. Daniel will have complete control over you while I’m gone. You will think of him as an extension of me. Of course, this is all theory at this point, but I want you to understand our intentions before we continue.”

“What’s the catch?” Alex grinned.

“What do you mean?”

“Two gorgeous men, this incredible house,” she waved her hand around the elegantly appointed room, “the chance to be trained in obedience, grace and sexual service—were those the words you used?” As Liam nodded, she continued. “There’s got to be a catch, right? In order to get to be your submissive sex slave do I have to
promise my firstborn child to you? Give over my inheritance from my great-aunt, that is, if I had an inheritance from my great-aunt?”

Liam smiled. “No catch, except I want to ask you some questions and give you a few exercises to determine your suitability.”

Alex nodded, repeating softly, “Exercises.” Liam noticed she was clenching her small hands into fists in her lap. She saw him looking and slowly her fingers uncurled. She took a deep breath and met his eyes with hers, her expression part eager, part afraid.

“Stand up.”

“Excuse me?”

“Stand up. I want to have a look at you.” Slowly Alex stood, bringing her hands in front of her in a protective gesture. “Drop your hands to your sides. Look straight ahead.” Alex obeyed, a flush creeping over her cheeks. Her nipples now clearly showed against the silk of her dress. “Take off your dress and again stand at attention,” Liam said, his voice low and soft.

Alex inhaled sharply and started to speak. Liam cut her off. “I didn’t tell you to speak. If you can’t obey the simplest of requests, this meeting should end now. You’re applying for the position of ‘submissive sex slave’ to quote you, are you not?” He smiled to soften his words. As she gave the tiniest of nods, he continued. “If you are to belong to us, you mustn’t hesitate, not for a fraction of a second, when either of us gives you a direct command. Take off your dress, Alex. If you can’t do that, thank you for coming and goodbye.”

Taking a deep breath, Alex gripped the hem of her short dress and pulled it over her head. She wore no bra. Her breasts were firm and quite lovely, the nipples the same dark pink as her lips, erect beneath the gaze of the two men. Her body was lean, curving in to a narrow waist and flaring gently at the hips. Her legs were strong, the legs of a runner, Liam thought. She was wearing white cotton bikini panties edged with lace.

“Hands behind your head,” Liam said. Alex obeyed, her cheeks now nearly as pink as her nipples, her lips pressed in a tight line. “Relax,” Liam ordered. “Turn around.” She turned, revealing the swell of her ass, the globes full and round, perfect for spanking.

“She’ll do, won’t she?” Liam said softly to Daniel beside him.

“Let’s see her naked,” Daniel replied. “Put her through her paces. Let’s see how she handles that.” Liam looked at his lover, noting his bright-eyed stare and parted lips. He glanced down at Daniel’s lap, pleased to see the erection in his shorts. Daniel’s initial reaction upon finding a woman on his doorstep had worried Liam a bit. He’d had sudden doubts about Daniel’s claim of being bisexual. Now that doubt had waned considerably.

Turning to Alex, who still stood facing away from them, he said, “You’re doing very well, Alex. We’re nearly done for today. I have one last request. Take off your
panties and bend over, grasping your ankles. Stay perfectly still. I’m going to touch you, but I don’t want you to move. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” came a whisper. Daniel smiled at Liam and mouthed the word, “Sir”. As they watched, Alex pushed her panties down slender thighs, her fingers trembling slightly. She squared her shoulders a moment as if gathering courage and slowly bent in a graceful movement, her legs straight as she leaned down to grip her ankles.

Liam stood, feeling his own erection hard in his pants. “Spread your legs,” he said. Alex obeyed. Her pussy peeped from between her legs and they could see she was shaven, her labia revealed like the petals of an orchid. He moved closer to her, reaching out to place a hand on her shapely ass. Alex jumped slightly but otherwise remained still.

Lightly holding her hip to keep her steady, Liam dropped a hand to her bared pussy. Delicately he ran a finger over the smooth lips, drawing a shudder from her. He cupped her entire sex for a moment before letting one finger slide toward her entrance. He couldn’t help the small chuckle as he touched her—she was sopping wet. As he pressed a finger inside her, Alex moaned softly, pushing back against his hand. “Don’t move!” he ordered, and she stilled at once. Again he moved his finger inside her, feeling the clench of her vaginal muscles. After a few moments he withdrew and slid up to her clit, rubbing lightly over the little nubbin. Her breath quickened and he could feel the tremble in her loins as she struggled to stay still.

Using several fingers, he began to rub and tease her clit, moving in sensual circles around and over it, occasionally sliding a slick finger into her tight tunnel. Alex began to gasp, her body trembling uncontrollably as he drew her inexorably toward orgasm. “Oh god,” she suddenly cried. “I’m going to come.”

At once Liam withdrew his hand and said, “No, you’re not. You’ll have to earn that orgasm. Stand up and turn around.”

Alex remained as she was, her ass lewdly thrust out toward them, her cunt red and glistening with her juices. “Please,” she begged breathily. “Please…”

Liam smacked her ass with his cupped palm. Alex stumbled forward, losing her grip on her ankles. Quickly she righted herself and turned toward them. She was breathing hard, her hair a wild tumble of yellow and gold falling into her face, her chest heaving, her nipples hard as pebbles at her breasts.

Liam suppressed a smile. He could see they would have a lot of work to do to get her into proper submissive shape. He glanced toward Daniel, who was scowling slightly at the naked young woman before them. “Not much self-control, has she?” he commented.

“Very little,” Liam agreed. “Is she worth bothering with, do you think?”

“I’m sorry!” Alex gasped. “Don’t send me away! I’ll do better! I swear!”

“What do you think, Daniel? It’s your call. Do you want her? Or shall we send this little slut packing?”

Alex stared with wide eyes at Daniel, her expression pleading, though to her credit she didn’t continue to beg. Daniel tilted his head and looked her over slowly, his eyes raking her body as if he couldn’t quite make up his mind. Finally, he said, “I guess we can give her a try. If it pleases you, that is, Sir.”

Liam nodded, finding it pleased him very much.

* * * * *

“No way! You’re really serious? You’re going to spend a week with two gay guys as their personal sex slave? Have you lost what little is left of your mind?” Cheryl, Alex’s best friend and confidante since fifth grade, squealed into the phone.

“They aren’t gay, they’re bi. And you know this is something I’ve wanted forever.”

“You’ve wanted to submit to someone, yeah. I know all that. But two guys? Isn’t love complicated enough when there’s just one of them involved?”

“This isn’t about love. You know I’m not looking for that right now. It’s about D/s. About the potential of erotic submission. About tapping into that deep-seated part of my nature I’ve never properly nurtured or explored.”

“Sounds like psycho mumbo jumbo to me, no offense,” Cheryl retorted. “What if these guys are ax murderers or something?”

“Liam Rutherford is a member in good standing with the New York Bar Association. He’s a partner in a hoity-toity law firm in the city. He’s also drop-dead gorgeous. It was all I could do to keep from running my hands through his thick, brown hair. And his submissive lover Daniel is even better-looking with a hard body you just want to lick from head to toe.” She giggled. “From the sounds of things, I get to spend my days with him and my nights with Liam. And because they’re committed to each other, I don’t have to run the risk of one of them falling in love with me!”

“Yeah, god forbid someone should love you,” Cheryl said.

“Don’t start,” Alex responded. Cheryl was married to her college sweetheart Greg. She lamented over Alex’s continued single status, assuming she was single not by choice but because she was “too afraid to commit”, in Cheryl’s words.

“The minute a guy says the dreaded L word, you’re out the door,” she had claimed on more than one occasion as Alex broke up with yet another boyfriend. Alex hated to admit Cheryl might be right, but to date she hadn’t found the man of her dreams, nowhere near it. This latest idea of an erotic exchange of power without requiring love as an underlying base had, she thought, great potential. She could truly learn about the art of submission without things getting all screwed up by love.

“Cheryl, I didn’t call to get your permission or approval,” she said, though there was affection in her tone. “I just wanted to let you know where I’ll be for the next week. I’m to report back on Monday morning. I’m really excited about this, don’t ruin it for me.”

“You’ll be in Westport? What if there’s an emergency? How will I reach you? Will you be allowed to communicate with the outside world? What if they lock you up or something? I don’t know about this whole thing, Alex.”

“Relax. I’ll have my cell. It’s not like they’re going to keep me in a cage, for god’s sake! This is completely consensual. Liam told me this first week is a trial period. For all of us. He said during this week I can question things. If something doesn’t feel right, he wants me to tell them. He’s really cool, Cheryl. You’d like him. He’s very calm and exudes this sort of sexy authority. Very Dom. You want to obey him. He says a good Dom always listens to his sub and that it’s absolutely imperative I let him or Daniel know if something isn’t right for me.”

“What if the whole thing isn’t right for you?”

“Then I’ll leave. It’s possible too, that they won’t like me. That I won’t fit in with their plans. He warned me of that too, though he put it more diplomatically. It’s a trial period for all three of us. I arrive Monday and stay through the following Saturday.”

“So let’s say you all make it through this ‘trial’ period of yours. What then?”

“I’m not sure. Either they ask me to stay on and I agree or we part hopefully as friends. Or maybe I’ll just visit them from time to time. I really don’t have a crystal ball on this. It’s an exciting new adventure. If nothing else, it’ll give me some great ideas for my next book!”

Cheryl laughed. “Yeah, typical Alex, always looking for ideas for your next book! Okay, if you’re determined to do this, I hope you have fun. Will you be allowed to call me?”

“I don’t see why not. This isn’t boot camp after all.”

“No, it’s only submissive slave training camp with two total strangers who live twenty-five miles away no big deal!” Cheryl snorted.

Alex laughed, ignoring the sudden butterflies in her stomach. After they hung up, she sat for a long time, staring out the single window of her one-room apartment as she thought about what she was about to do. She’d told her mother she was going to stay with a girlfriend in Westport to help her house-sit for her parents while they went on a cruise. Cheryl knew not to tell a soul where she was, except of course Greg, who already thought she was insane.