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)
Was it possible for three people to be in love? Did he have room in his heart for Alex? Did Liam? Once he would have completely dismissed the idea out of hand, but now, holding the sweet feisty girl in his arms, he was no longer so sure. D/s was by its nature a certain kind of love. But was it enough?
He waited for Alex to continue, to force the issue to the forefront, but all she said was, “Nothing. Never mind.”
Chapter 7
Alex sat in the alcove off the living room in her favorite spot for writing, her laptop perched on her bare thighs. It was hard to believe it was already Friday. She hadn’t written much since she’d been back, too busy living out her real-life fantasies to write about them.
She’d had four novels published, each one featuring heroines who more or less fell into a D/s situation and found true love in the process. Her last novel had been pure fantasy, featuring a beautiful but sheltered young princess who was captured during a battle between powerful warlords and forced into sexual servitude that somehow evolved into true love.
The current work in progress was set in the present day. It was about a young woman who tries her hand as the sexual submissive to two men. Alex was having great fun writing it, though in her story the heroine was tall with long, rippling red hair and flashing eyes, and the two heroes were straight, both vying for her love.
Even if she couldn’t script this particular adventure she was living, she had to admit she was having the time of her life. She felt more alive than she’d ever felt. Each moment was erotically charged. She was constantly on fire and they let her come more often than not. Even when they denied her this only served to stoke her masochistic fires.
Mundane chores like polishing the oak stairs and dusting the baseboards had taken on an erotic aspect. Any chore not completed with perfection was met with Daniel’s hard, sexy hand on her ass. She did her best to please him but he always found at least one area for improvement each day. She couldn’t help but notice his erection when he spanked her. He got off as much as she did on the so-called punishments he meted out before Liam came home each day.
Daniel was out at his favorite seafood market picking up fresh lobster for the bisque he planned to make that evening. He’d told her after she finished putting clean sheets on the all the beds, she could have free time.
Too bad he’d put on the chastity belt before he left. She’d been teased and sexually tortured unmercifully yesterday and not permitted to come. Daniel no doubt knew the temptation to let her fingers stray would be too much for her. She cupped the leather codpiece that kept her from touching herself.
She found if she pressed her thighs together in a certain way, she could exert enough pressure on her clit to ease some of the ache though not enough to actually climax. She did this now, rocking back and forth, the image of Liam fucking Daniel in her mind’s eye. She loved watching the two hard-bodied beautiful men moving together in that perfect erotic ballet, Liam’s long cock sliding in and out of Daniel’s firm ass.
Because they were longtime lovers, they didn’t use condoms with each other. When she had arrived for the initial week of training, she’d produced a clean bill of sexual health, courtesy of the local clinic. They’d produced their current lab results as well. Yet, for some reason, they still used condoms with her the few times they’d fucked her, even though she’d assured them she was on birth control.
She hated condoms. More than that though, she, right or wrong, saw their use of condoms with her as a way of maintaining a distance they didn’t keep with each other. She knew she should be grateful for what she got, and in fact she was. She was lucky they took her into their bed as often as they did.
A few times after extensive training sessions, they had made love to her. Afterward, however, she was always sent to her room to sleep. Sometimes it took every ounce of control not to beg to be permitted to stay with them all night. She didn’t, though. Not because of pride or obedience but because she wouldn’t be able to bear the feeling of utter rejection when they refused.
Better to focus on the positive. Like the upcoming play party. As the day approached, it had become a major topic of conversation at the dinner table with Daniel and Liam discussing the guest list at length as well as details of the party planning.
They were having it catered and staffed by servers so Daniel wasn’t distracted from his primary task as Liam’s sub. They were going to use a small company they’d used in the past, the owner of which was heavily into the scene and happy to dress his waiters, who were also his personal slaves, in suitable slave gear. Since the fare would be an assortment of appetizers Daniel was less particular than if they’d been catering a sit-down meal.