Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 123533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 494(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 494(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
He’d never had a full-fledged D/s relationship with a woman. The few women he’d dated when experimenting with his het side weren’t into the scene, or if they were, he didn’t know about it and made no effort to find out. He’d discovered BDSM at an underground gay club a friend took him to and had never looked back.
Alex was the first woman he’d actively controlled in a D/s context. He loved the differences in how she reacted versus Daniel or other men. She was so sensitive to his touch, trembling when his fingers invaded her sex, emitting those sweet breathy sighs when she came.
Liam still hadn’t looked at his paperwork. His cock was snaking past the waist of his bikini underwear, demanding attention. He slipped his hand into his pants and massaged it briefly, wondering how far along Alex was in her chores.
He forced himself to concentrate on a document that needed some changes and then he checked his email. He distracted himself for a while with this and then checked his bank account and his investment accounts. He glanced at his watch. Surely, she was almost done by now.
There was a light knock at his open door and there she was, looking so fragile and hesitant, her large green gold eyes brushing over him before she looked down.
“Present yourself,” he ordered.
She pulled her dress over her head and entered the room. Gracefully she sank to her knees in front of him, kneeling back on her heels, her head bowed, her hands palm up on her thighs.
“Show me your cunt,” he commanded, thrilling as he always did to his absolute power. Alex spread her knees and lifted her hips, arching forward so he could see her shaven cunt, the pretty dark pink labia visible.
He looked at her face, amused and aroused by the flush of pink spreading over her cheeks. Even after all she’d been through with them, she was still shy about displaying her body.
Again he had the urge to take her then and there—to push her back against the carpet and fuck her without preamble. He shook the thought away, remembering his feelings when Daniel had done that. He would not fuck Alex, not without Daniel present. Not that he couldn’t if he wanted to—wasn’t he after all the Master? But he chose not to. The action was too intimate, too much like lovers, and that he would save for when the three of them were together.
“Here’s what we’re going to do. After I inspect your work, we’ll have a session in the playroom. After lunch you can do your afternoon chores. Let’s go.” He stood and walked out of the study, leaving the girl to scramble after him.
Upstairs, he lifted the quilts to check the sheet corners. He couldn’t find fault—the beds were made as well as if Daniel had made them. Next the bathrooms. He made the usual inspection. The bathtub and showers were spotless and the floors were clean enough to eat off. As an afterthought he took a cotton swab and ran it just under the rim of the toilet bowl. It came up rust-stained.
He held the swab toward her, secretly pleased to have found something. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
“Oh! I cleaned the toilets. I promise. I guess the brush didn’t reach up under there.”
“I guess not. Would Daniel tolerate this?” Again he waved the swab toward her.
“No, Sir,” she whispered, looking miserable.
“What happens when you fail in your duties, slave?”
“I’m p-punished, Sir.”
“Yes. Go into the playroom and lie over the spanking bench. I’ll be there in a moment.” He watched her go, smiling to himself. Daniel almost never gave him reason for punishment. Not that he needed a reason, but it was fun to actually have one for a change.
He entered the room a moment later. Her pert small ass was offered up invitingly. He selected a single-tail whip from the wall and moved toward her. “Daniel tells me you would like to be marked each morning, the way he is. Is that true?”
“Yes, Sir,” came the muffled reply.
“It hurts. I mark him with a single tail or a cane. One stroke across his ass to remind him what he is and who he belongs to. Would you like that?”
“Yes, Sir. Please, Sir.”
“Tomorrow morning then, when I come in to inspect you, I’ll mark you as well. Meanwhile, I’m going to punish you. Instead of one stroke, you’ll take five. Don’t you dare move out of position or I’ll tie you down. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” This time it was a whisper. She was curling her toes and clenching her hands into small fists, already anticipating the lash.
He knelt beside her and put his hand lightly on her lower back. “Relax. When you tense your body like that it’s a direct insult to your Master. You’re withholding when you do that. You’re resisting. I don’t like that.”