“Yes, Sir.”
“How many times?”
“Only the once, Sir. With Phillip.”
“You want to come again?”
“If it pleases you, Sir.”
Liam gripped the base of his shaft while he sucked. “And if it doesn’t?”
“Then I don’t want to, Sir. Only for you. I belong to you, Sir.”
Liam continued to tease him until he knew Daniel was on the very edge. He touched Daniel’s thigh. His boy was trembling with suppressed need.
“Come for me. Now.” He grabbed Daniel’s cock and pumped it.
Daniel immediately spurted into Liam’s waiting palm. He shuddered and reached for Liam’s shoulder to keep his balance. When he was done, he opened his eyes and smiled shyly down at Liam.
“Good boy.” Liam smiled back. He held out his palm. “Now clean up this mess you made.”
Daniel knelt in front of Liam and leaned toward his gooey palm. Liam lowered his hand and Daniel followed it until his head was nearly touching the floor, his sexy ass raised high. Liam’s cock hardened as Daniel licked his own spunk from Liam’s hand. When he was done, Liam stood and stared down at the sexy man at his feet.
Daniel looked up at him with submissive devotion. “Thank you, Sir,” he whispered.
“You’re welcome. Where’s Alex?”
“She’s in her room, Sir. Waiting for you.”
~*~
Alex stood at attention, her eyes on the pendulum clock by her door. She wanted to climb back into her warm, cozy bed, but didn’t dare.
Daniel had come in to wake her at what felt like the crack of dawn. She’d stumbled out of bed and into the shower, holding her face up to the warm water for several minutes before coming fully conscious.
She didn’t even remember getting into bed the night before. Her last coherent memory was watching a Dom with a pretty young woman facing outward on his lap. He had his arms around her and was tugging hard at the jewelry in her pierced nipples while another woman knelt between her thighs, licking her shaven cunt. It was hard to say if her cries were from pleasure or pain.
After the spanking, no one had scened with her. Either Liam or Daniel always hovered nearby but didn’t include her in anything fun. The spanking and teasing had left her hot and horny, but most people at the party were already with someone and too busy in their own play to take much notice of her.
She was both nervous and pleased when Anthony found her again. Liam and Daniel had disappeared into the playroom while she’d stayed down below.
“Alexandra.”
She turned to the sound of his sensual voice, her heart catching for a moment. He was so good-looking with his smooth olive-toned skin, shiny black hair and deep probing black eyes that seemed to penetrate her thoughts.
“Oh Anthony. Hi.”
He frowned. “Anthony? Do you call your Masters by their first names?”
Alex felt her cheeks heat. “Well, um. Yes, actually. They don’t mind. I—I call them Sir too.”
Anthony’s frown smoothed and he nodded thoughtfully. “I see. And how long have you been with Liam and his slave?”
“Daniel. He’s not really his slave. He’s submissive to Liam but they’re partners.” Lovers, she’d almost said, but something held her back.
“And you are submissive to them both?” As Alex nodded, he said, “A very curious arrangement.” He made a face. “Why would two gay men want a woman in their household? I mean for other than maid service.”
“They’re not gay,” Alex replied hotly.
“No? You could have fooled me.”
Alex found herself increasingly annoyed. Who the fuck was this Anthony to be questioning her relationship with Liam and Daniel? She made an effort to keep her voice calm, her tone properly submissive. “They’re bi, actually. And they—” She cut herself off. She’d been about to say they loved her too, but that wasn’t true. “They’re fond of me,” she finished lamely.
“I imagine they’d be fond of a pet dog too, if they had one.”
Unable to help it, Alex glared. She very nearly told Anthony where to go.
To her surprise he began to laugh. A rich, full-throated laugh, his teeth gleaming white, his eye crinkling merrily. He looked much nicer when he laughed, and in spite of herself, Alex began to laugh too.
Anthony led her toward a couch. He sat down, and when she started to sit beside him, he pulled her onto his lap.
“I’m sorry if I was rude.” His voice was kind now, even gentle. “I think I’m jealous those two men should have possession of the most beautiful woman in the room. Especially when it’s obvious to me they don’t appreciate what they have. If you were mine…” He touched her thigh and drew his finger along it until she shivered. Staring into her eyes, he continued. “If you were mine, I’d never let you attend a party like this. You would be too precious for me to hand off to any man or woman who took a fancy to you. No. You would be mine alone. You would know your worth because I would shower you with love and attention. You would never sleep alone.”