“Daniel and I are going to take a quick shower. Put fresh sheets on our bed and then you can go to yours. Daniel will be along shortly to cuff your wrists since you have yet to prove you are to be trusted about keeping your hands away from my cunt.”
His words hit her like a bucket of cold water. She stared at him without moving. His brows furrowed as he looked down at her and she scrambled up, aware her face was red, aware her anger probably showed as well.
Trying not to flounce with rage, she left the bedroom, heading toward the hall linen closet where she knew piles of luxurious high-count cotton sheets waited. She returned with an armful of bedding, trying to block out the sound of the shower and the images that assailed her mind’s eye of the two of them lovingly soaping each other’s bodies while she performed maid service to clean up their mess.
She made the bed as quickly as she could, trying to fold the corners of the top sheet as Daniel had shown her, certain she wouldn’t do it right. She pulled the quilts up over the sheets, smoothing them down and plumping the pillows. Still the blasted shower water could be heard. Daniel was going to cuff her wrists in a minute. Well, maybe she’d just touch herself right now. They wouldn’t hear her, busy in their damn shower. At least it would take the edge off the ache in her clit. She’d earned at least that, hadn’t she? What kind of unnatural torture was it to expect her to watch them making love without being allowed so much as a kiss?
She dropped her hand to her cunt, certain she could bring herself off in less than a minute. Yet oddly, she stopped herself. She found she didn’t want to. Not like this. Daniel’s words drifted to her… What are you doing here? Why did you place that ad claiming to seek an honest submissive experience? Clearly that’s not what you’re after.
Would she prove him right yet again? No. She could control herself—she would control herself. She would wait until her Masters decided she had earned what she so desperately craved.
~*~
Daniel stood just inside Alex’s bedroom door, watching her sleep. Her hair had fallen over her face as usual and the top sheet was scrunched to her waist. The quilt had fallen to the floor. She was lying on her side, her arms still cuffed behind her back. He doubted she could be very comfortable. He knew from experience it was difficult to sleep well when bound like that, but eventually one adjusted.
The turn of the evening had surprised him. He hadn’t expected Liam to invite Alex into their bed, it being only their second night with her. At the time he’d hesitated, not sure he was ready to bring her in so close, so soon. Yet what had ended up happening had been perfect since in retrospect he should have known it would be. Liam never steered him wrong. They were connected on a visceral level. Even though Liam always encouraged him to talk things through, he sometimes wondered if they even needed words.
He hadn’t expected the strong reaction he’d experienced from having Alex watch their lovemaking. Naturally a rather private man, when he’d heard Liam instruct her to kneel and “watch and learn”, he’d experienced a moment’s embarrassment. Being penetrated by his Master was his favorite activity, but having someone else, especially a woman, watch, was another thing altogether.
Yet when he’d turned to look at her, he’d found he couldn’t look away. He was mesmerized by the expression of naked yearning that suffused her features. Those green-gold eyes were imploring—he knew she was longing to be on the bed with them, nearly desperate for their sensual touch. He felt at once sorry for her and superior to her. He was the chosen one, Liam’s beloved. She was merely a sex toy procured for their amusement.
Of course he knew even as this thought flitted through his mind that it was unworthy. She was a real person—a woman with her own desires and needs. Still, she couldn’t really expect to waltz into their lives and assume a central role. It was fun and different having her there, but who knew if after this week they would want to continue? It would be Liam’s decision, Daniel told himself. Yet he knew Liam wouldn’t take a decision like that lightly. He would involve Daniel on every level.
He kept his eyes locked on Alex’s as Liam pressed his way into his ass. As always, the first moment when the head of his thick cock slipped past the entrance hurt, though just for a second. Daniel knew his pain had been betrayed on his face as Alex had winced in sympathy. He kept his eyes on hers as long as he could, as if by keeping that contact, he could let her share just a little bit of the heaven he experienced when Liam made love to him.