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  Two Masters for Alex - Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Two Loves for Alex - Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

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  Two Masters for Alex - Chapter 1

  “Here’s a possible one,” Liam said, pointing to the BDSM personal ad.

  “What does it say?” Daniel asked.

  “‘Seeking Master for an erotic exchange of power. Submissive masochist, eager to please the right man. I live in Danbury, Connecticut. Willing to relocate if the connection is real.’ There’s an email address—[email protected].”

  Daniel looked up at Liam with a shy smile. “I like that. Erotic exchange of power. I wonder if he’d be interested in two Masters for the price of one.”

  Liam laughed and gently cuffed Daniel’s head. Daniel, naked, was kneeling on the carpet in front of the sofa where his lover sat. The narrow silver cuffs at his wrists could have been mistaken for jewelry.

  Liam didn’t like using social media to get to know potential lovers—he’d found people too easily misrepresented themselves online, writing clever texts and emails that had little to do with who they really were, sometimes even posting pictures that weren’t of themselves.

  He preferred the old-fashioned way of doing things—meeting the person face-to-face. He wanted to be able to look in a man’s eyes. He could get a sense of his character by verbal and nonverbal cues and nuances that couldn’t be conveyed any other way.

  They had spent the last hour perusing the BDSM personals on the one site Liam was willing to frequent. There were no photos, no ads, no come-ons. Just a forum for likeminded folks to connect.

  The idea of inviting a third person into their D/s relationship had come about as a result of Liam’s desire to satisfy Daniel’s as yet unexplored dominant impulses. While he was completely submissive to Liam, Daniel was restless at times. He had admitted to fantasies of being at the other end of the whip, instead of the one to always taste its stinging kiss. He’d even had the balls to try to turn the tables a few times early on in their relationship, but Liam had put a quick stop to that.

  Lately, it had been Liam who brought up the idea of bringing another guy into their play. He loved Daniel, and wanted to keep him happy. Daniel was eager to find out if he had what it took to successfully dominate someone.

  At first, their discussion had been hypothetical. They talked about it extensively—the responsibility that went along with the power of being a Dom, as well as the potential complications that introducing a third person into the relationship could cause. As time passed, the talk became more specific. Liam had decided the time had come. He, too, had become interested in getting a “toy” for Daniel—one willing to submit to them both.

  Liam and Daniel lived together in a rambling old Victorian home in Westport, Connecticut, about fifty miles from New York City, where Liam went each day to practice law. At thirty-four, he’d already made partner in a small but very profitable firm that specialized in handling the assets of the extremely wealthy. As a result, he’d become rather well-off himself.

  Daniel, age thirty-one, had sold his landscape design company for a sizable sum in order to devote himself more fully to serving his Master. He still kept a finger in the small operation, acting as a consultant when they needed it. But primarily he stayed home, finding deep fulfillment in tending his gardens, cooking, cleaning and waiting naked on his knees each evening in the front hall for Liam’s return.

  As they reread the short ad, Daniel remarked, “Well, he can’t be any worse than the last one.”

  Liam laughed, if somewhat ruefully. They’d had two potential candidates to the house already. Alonso had seemed promising at first. He was tall and handsome with dark eyes and curling black hair. His manner was soft-spoken and polite. He seemed to be a genuine submissive, eager to serve one or both men at their pleasure.

  Liam had been about to suggest Alonso strip and submit to a light whipping, just to see how he handled both the command and the experience. Before he could suggest it, someone began banging loudly on the front door, demanding to be let in. When Liam looked through the small glass windowpane, he saw a large woman with frizzed hair, her face mottled with rage. She turned out to be Alonso’s wife and had been following him, expecting to catch him in the act with another woman.

  Then there was Brian, a burly man who worked in construction. He proudly informed them he could take a caning that would leave other men unconscious, and had stated that he got off on the sight of his own blood. He said if they took him on as a slave, he’d want to be tightly bound and caged whenever he was not being used.

  While Liam recognized this type of subjugation worked for some people, it wasn’t his style. Daniel and he were looking for a genuine third partner—someone they could connect with on many levels, not just for kinky play.

  “How about I shoot this guy an email?” Daniel suggested. “He doesn’t live that far away. Maybe he could even come by this weekend.”

  “You’re just itching to get your fingers on that whip, aren’t you?” Liam said, grinning. “I’m going to have to keep my eye on you. Heaven protect us from a sub turned Dom. They are the evilest of sadists.”

  Daniel flushed. “I would never be anything but submissive to you, Sir,” he said softly.

  “I know, baby,” Liam said, his heart surging with love.

  Daniel, still kneeling, leaned forward and brushed his lips over Liam’s bare leg, sending a trail of heat directly to his groin. He stood, permitting Daniel to unzip his shorts and slide them, along with his underwear, down his legs. He stepped out of them and remained standing as Daniel knelt up to worship his cock.

  Lovingly, Daniel’s hands cupped Liam’s balls as he licked in a circle around the head of his cock. Liam closed his eyes as Daniel parted his lips, taking his shaft gently into his mouth.

  “Hands behind your head,” Liam instructed.

  Daniel at once obeyed, his mouth still on Liam’s cock.

  Liam sighed with pleasure as Daniel licked and suckled him, using all his considerable skills to please him. Lust surged through his veins, not just because of the heavenly feel of Daniel’s mouth, but as a result of the power of his position.

  Daniel was his to command. At a word from him, Daniel would immediately stop what he was doing. By the same token, he would continue to please his Master with his mouth for hours, if that was what Liam decreed, and his own rock-hard erection would never flag.

  Over the past few months, Daniel had become so well trained that he could stop himself from ejaculating, even when teetering on the edge of climax. Conversely, he could come within seconds of Liam’s command. Liam rarely had to punish his slave boy, though they both knew what they called punishment
fed Daniel’s masochistic soul and thrilled them both.

  “Kneel up,” Liam commanded again.

  Daniel obeyed at once, letting Liam’s cock fall from his lips. His chest was heaving, his lips glistening, his eyes over-bright.

  “Open your mouth and stay very still. Don’t move.”

  Daniel’s eyes fluttered shut and his breathing slowed.

  Liam recognized the near-hypnotic state his lover was entering, a place Liam both envied and delighted in watching. Obediently, Daniel opened his mouth in a perfect O, waiting patiently, his hands still clasped behind his head.

  Liam thrust his hips forward, guiding his cock into Daniel’s mouth. He slid past the warm wetness, not stopping until he’d lodged himself at the back of Daniel’s throat.

  “Good boy,” Liam praised.

  When they’d first practiced this exercise, Daniel had sputtered and gagged repeatedly, his reflexes too sensitive to handle Liam’s cock so far back in his throat. Over time, he’d learned to relax his gag reflex. Now he could take Liam’s cock deep in his throat without a hint of discomfort.

  Liam pulled back slowly, moaning with pleasure as Daniel maintained suction against his shaft as he’d been taught. Carefully, he pushed forward again, savoring the exquisite warmth and press of Daniel’s mouth and throat as he moved slowly past Daniel’s soft palate. He knew Daniel couldn’t breathe, his windpipe blocked by the fat head of Liam’s shaft. He also knew Daniel would rather pass out than pull away.

  When he came, Daniel greedily sucked every last drop before releasing him.

  Liam reached down and pulled Daniel up into his arms. As they stretched together along the sofa, he could feel Daniel’s erection hard against him. He whispered, “Do you want to come now? Or wait until tonight after your whipping?”

  Daniel shivered, not with fear, Liam knew, but with anticipation. “Let me wait please, Sir. I want to ache for you,” he answered throatily.

  Liam smiled, well pleased.

  ~*~

  “We received an email response from Alex,” Daniel announced excitedly after dinner.

  While he would have asked for an advance photo if he’d been calling the shots, he had to admit Liam was probably right. Even if a guy was super hot, if the chemistry wasn’t there, it wasn’t there. And the only way to find out was to meet face-to-face.

  That’s how it had been with Liam, he thought with a smile. His heart had twisted with recognition before they’d even said a word to one another.

  Daniel had started out doing a landscaping job for Liam, which was how they’d met. From the first moment, he could already sense Liam’s power coiled beneath a calm, smiling exterior. Liam was tall with a head of thick, dark hair, the kind made to run fingers through. Daniel had been captivated by Liam’s large, dark eyes, the expression in them confident and sure—that of a man used to taking what he wanted.

  They’d clicked from the start, both as friends and lovers. A day of getting to know one another segued into a night of passion. They both identified as bisexual, with a preference for men.

  Daniel hadn’t confessed that first night about his submissive tendencies. Not entirely comfortable with them himself, he hadn’t wanted to scare Liam away. Daniel hadn’t been new to the scene, but he’d only played at it, from time to time meeting guys at BDSM clubs and sometimes going home with them.

  Nothing substantial ever came of those hookups. The men he’d found who claimed to be Doms were usually only interested in rough sex. Sometimes they would tie him up, if he felt safe enough with them to permit it. While the BDSM play could be exciting, it had never satisfied something deep within Daniel that he hadn’t entirely understood before Liam. Usually afterward, he was left feeling dissatisfied and more alone than before.

  It had taken Liam’s patience and love to help Daniel understand his desires were not simply a kink, but an essential part of his being that needed to be nurtured. Liam had helped him truly appreciate the power of a loving D/s relationship. He’d taught him to embrace his submission, to revel in it. Along with the love and genuine friendship they enjoyed as a part of their consensual Master-slave relationship, Daniel had found a peace with Liam he honestly hadn’t thought existed in this world.

  They’d been together a little over a year, and for the first six or seven months he’d been happy to be completely submissive to his lover. He’d thrilled to each new erotic torture and sensually submissive act.

  Yet, over time, a different part of his sexual nature began to emerge. He found himself eager to discover the potential power of dominating someone. He’d close his eyes and imagine it was he who held the whip. He fantasized binding someone by wrist and ankle to the St. Andrew’s Cross they had in their playroom. He could see himself dragging the leather thongs of Liam’s flogger over the slave’s naked flesh in the moment before he struck.

  Once after they’d made love, he made the mistake of straddling Liam, pinning his wrists suddenly over his head with one hand and gripping his throat with the other in a primal display of dominance. If push came to shove, though Liam was the taller of the two, Daniel was definitely the stronger.

  As quickly as his aggressive behavior had flared, it sputtered out. Without needing to say a word, Liam had caught him in a fiery gaze, compelling Daniel to loosen his hold and relinquish any idea of control.

  Yet, these occasional dominant urges had not subsided. Daniel had admitted to his growing compulsion to dominate another person. He knew it couldn’t be Liam, and after that first tentative attempt, knew he didn’t want it to be Liam. They’d talked about bringing someone home from a club for casual play, but both knew how unsatisfying that usually turned out to be.

  Liam was the one who suggested they do a search and find someone to bring home on a trial basis, not just for an overnight romp, but to serve them both. Daniel was thrilled at Liam’s interest.

  Now, Daniel stood at the door of Liam’s study, bouncing eagerly on the balls of his feet. “Liam?”

  Liam looked up from his work. “I’m sorry. Did you say something?”

  Daniel walked into Liam’s den and sat on the leather chair in front of his desk, unable to hide his grin. “Alex will be here tomorrow at eleven thirty.”

  Liam smiled back. “Excellent. Let’s hope the third time’s the charm.”

  Daniel awoke early the next morning, despite intending to sleep in. It was mid-June and the sun was already bright in a sky the color of robin’s eggs. He went out back to check on his koi pond and the flower gardens.

  After doing a bit of weeding, he picked a large bunch of purple irises for the house. Once inside, he showered and shaved, not neglecting his pubic area. Liam expected him to be clean-shaven and smooth at all times. He liked it as well—it made him feel more submissive—to be that much more naked and accessible for his Master. Once showered, he pulled on white shorts, leaving his torso bare since Liam enjoyed seeing him shirtless.

  He had just put homemade cinnamon rolls in the oven when Liam came ambling into the kitchen, his thick, dark hair tussled, his face still marked with sleep. Daniel poured coffee into his mug. Liam touched the top of his hand. “You’ve been up a while?”

  “Yeah. I couldn’t sleep.” Daniel grinned, ducking his head.

  Liam gave a knowing smile. “Don’t worry, eleven thirty will be here before you know it. Just don’t get your hopes too high. If this guy doesn’t fit the bill, we’ll just keep looking.”

  Liam had been right—though the morning had dragged out for weeks—suddenly it was eleven twenty-five. Liam was sitting calmly in the living room doing something on his iPad. He was dressed casually in jeans and a red shirt. Daniel had put on a black T-shirt. He touched his silver slave cuffs and tried to keep his nerves at bay.

  They heard a car crunching up the gravel of the driveway. Liam glanced up but didn’t move. Daniel resisted the urge to run to the window and peer out. The doorbell rang. After a beat, Liam looked up again, smiling. “You want to get that?

  Danie
l jumped up. Without even glancing through the peep window, he pulled the door open, eager to meet Alex Stewart.

  He stared, confused. The person standing there was slight, not much over five feet, slender as a willow switch with silky blond hair and green-gold eyes above a pert nose and wide, generous mouth.

  “Hi,” she said brightly, “I’m Alex.”

  Chapter 2

  Alex, known as Alexandra Stewart on her driver’s license, looked up at the very handsome guy standing in the doorway. He was staring intently at her, his mouth slightly open, making her suddenly self-conscious. Did she have something on her face? Had she, like in those horrible dreams one sometimes had, forgotten to put on her clothes before leaving the house?

  “Um, are you Daniel? I’m Alex,” she finally ventured.

  “You’re Alex? Alex Stewart?”

  “Yes. Is something wrong?” She clutched her duffel bag, in which she’d packed a change of clothing and fresh underwear just in case things went well. Alex was nothing if not prepared. If the other guy was anywhere near as good-looking as this one, she certainly hoped things would work out. But something was clearly wrong. Daniel was behaving as if she had two heads, as if he expected someone completely different.

  Suddenly the coin dropped. “Shit,” she said softly.

  When she’d received the email from Daniel, he’d said she would be expected to submit to two men. She assumed then they might be gay or at least bisexual, which had been fine with her. It would be interesting, if nothing else—a new experience.

  “You thought I was a man,” she said, a smile threatening at the side of her mouth at the ridiculousness of the situation.

  “Daniel? Is everything all right?” She heard a deep, masculine voice from behind Daniel.

  He stepped back, pulling the door wide. Another very handsome man, taller and a bit older, with dark hair and brooding dark eyes set in a pale face appeared beside Daniel. He seemed to take in the situation more quickly than Daniel had. “You must be Alex,” he said with a gracious smile. “Please come in.”