Daniel stroked one of the leather straps. “A chastity belt is good for the obvious reason of keeping your hands off our property. This particular belt has three locking points—one on either side of the waist and one at the crotch. The crotch strap is flared in both the front and the back. The leather codpiece fits over your pussy and is locked into place. Of course you won’t have the key—I will.” He lifted a gold chain from around his neck, a small key dangling at its center. Liam had the other key.
“In addition to preventing you from stealing orgasms a chastity belt reinforces your understanding of ownership in a very effective way. Obviously you can’t touch yourself. But beyond that you won’t be able to use the toilet without my express permission and assistance. You’ll appreciate on a very basic level your body is no longer your own.”
Alex’s eyes, always large, seemed to fill her face and her mouth had fallen open. “I have to ask you to pee?” she whispered, her voice wavering.
“Yep, among other things.” Daniel’s grin was wicked. Liam could see he was really enjoying himself. “Which brings me to this last point.” He picked up the anal plug that had come with the belt and waved it toward Alex.
“The flared leather codpiece that fits over your ass is designed to keep a butt plug firmly in place while you go about daily chores or whatever else I have planned for you. You’ll be used to it in no time and we can gradually increase the size until you’re ready to accommodate a man’s cock with ease.”
They had begun to train her the week before with plugs, and though she’d certainly made progress by the end of the week, she still wasn’t able to fully relax.
Alex took a step back, her hands fluttering up to her face as she stared at the black rubber plug.
“Back in position. Compose yourself,” Liam snapped, glaring until Alex dropped her arms to her sides and took several deep cleansing breaths.
Daniel continued. “Now we can train your ass while at same time reminding you of your status as our sex slave and personal property. Any questions before we strap this on?”
Alex’s face was scarlet. She pressed her lips together and sucked in air through her nose. She parted her lips and let the air out through her mouth. Liam waited for the protests and the reasons why she couldn’t possibly tolerate the chastity belt.
“Um…I think maybe I should pee?”
Daniel glanced at Liam, who nodded, unable to hide his grin. While Alex was out of the room Daniel put the belt beside the anal plug. “We should probably wait on the butt plug until later, since you have to leave in a minute. Should I just put on the belt for now?”
“Yeah. That sounds good. I want to see how it looks.” He moved to Daniel and took him into his arms. “I love you,” he whispered. “More than anything.” He licked Daniel’s lips in a slow, sensual glide before inserting his tongue into his lover’s mouth.
Daniel sighed and pressed his rigid cock against him. He kissed Daniel long and deep, folding his arousal for their new slave girl into his strong feelings for Daniel. He reveled in Daniel’s ardent response and the way he seemed to melt in his arms.
If only he didn’t have to go to work. He was tempted to cancel his appointments for the day but remembered an important probate hearing it was essential he attend. Sometimes he envied Daniel his self-imposed retirement to take care of the house and grounds.
Liam found himself wondering for the first time if maybe he too might scale back some in his law practice. He was a partner at a small but prestigious firm in the city and at thirty-four he’d already made enough money to retire and live off the income of his investments if he wanted to. Though he certainly wasn’t ready to retire, maybe he would pull back some, at least for a while. Things were too much fun at home to be out of the house five days a week.
He let Daniel go and they saw Alex standing there looking adorable and timid, twisting her hands nervously in front of her. Daniel picked up the belt again. “Come here. Take off your shirt. We’re going to wait on the plug for now. You can get used to the belt by itself first.”
Relief washed over Alex’s face. One never had to wonder what she was thinking, Liam grinned to himself. She pulled the tiny tank top over her head and shook her hair from her face.
Daniel fitted the strap between her legs, positioning the thick leather codpiece over her sex and sliding the back codpiece over the thin leather strip he fitted between her cheeks. He tightened the belt around her narrow waist and locked it into place above either hip. A third silver lock bumped provocatively against her leather-covered sex.
They both stood back, admiring how hot she looked. Liam turned to Daniel. “Maybe I should get one for you too, hmm?”
“If it pleases you, Sir,” Daniel said huskily. Though he knew Daniel far better than Alex, Daniel wasn’t nearly as easy to read. His cock was erect in his shorts but then his cock was almost always erect when Liam was around, a fact that pleased him enormously.
Liam glanced at his watch. “I have to go, damn it, or I’ll miss the train. I’ll try to get away early.” He kissed Daniel on the lips and leaned down to brush Alex’s cheek. They followed him from the kitchen to the front hall.
He lifted the briefcase Daniel had placed on the side table beside the door and stood still a moment, wavering. He very nearly gave in to his impulse to pull off his tailored suit and fine shirt with its cufflinks and hand-sewn tie, drop the briefcase filled with legal documents and spend the day fucking and torturing his two sexy subs.
If he were completely honest, his desire to stay home wasn’t entirely based on desire. There was another issue at play, one he knew he needed to address in his own mind and perhaps with Daniel as well.
Now that Daniel had this girl 24/7, was it possible she might begin to edge Liam out of Daniel’s affections? He was sure of Daniel’s love, but would his dominant impulses override that love, bringing him closer to Alex as her Master than he was as Liam’s sub? The relationship between a Dom and his sub was a powerful one, more powerful than any vanilla relationship Liam knew of. How would the dynamics shift now that Alex was with them fulltime? Was the relationship between the three doomed on its face to fail?
He shook away these thoughts as unworthy of himself and Daniel. Alex was a fun addition to their sex life, nothing more. They’d already hashed out these issues and agreed they could handle it. Why was he still obsessing? He quashed his worries.
Still, wouldn’t it be fun to stay home and watch Daniel put her through her paces? Mentally he shook his head. Ever the responsible one, he knew he wouldn’t do it—he wouldn’t let his client down that way. Forcing himself to be a grown-up, he said lightly, “I’ll see you two tonight. Be good,” and walked out the door.
“Excuse me, Daniel. I, um…I need to pee.”
Daniel, distracted with blending the egg yolks into the cheesecake batter, didn’t turn around. “You’ll have to wait. I need to get this in the oven now if it’s going to be ready in time for dessert. Go back to your chores. I’ll come find you in a minute.”
He folded in the heavy cream and bit of orange peel, dipped his finger into the batter and tasted it. Perfect. He was just pouring the mixture onto the shortbread crust he’d made in advance when his cell phone rang.
Since he was often naked or nearly so during the summer months in Liam’s house, Daniel had taken to keeping his phone on the kitchen counter beside the house phone. He put down the mixing bowl, wiped his hands on the back of his shorts and reached for the ringing phone.
“Daniel Spencer.”
“Hey, Dan, it’s Scott. How are you?”
Daniel swallowed his retort that his name wasn’t Dan. He didn’t like nicknames. He’d mentioned this several times to Scott, who had ignored him, so he just let it go.
Scott Jordan had purchased Daniel’s landscaping business six months before at a substantial profit to Daniel. As part of the agreement, Daniel remained on the books as a consultant, offering his expertise and connections in the business on some of the larger projects Scott brought in.
Since the age of sixteen he’d been involved in landscaping, which had started as an after-school job and moved to fulltime when he finished high school. He had deeply disappointed his parents with his decision not to attend college, ignoring his father’s dire warnings he’d end up working in a fast-food restaurant for the rest of his life.
Instead he ended up buying the business when the owner suddenly died and his widow wanted out from under. Even when Daniel owned the company and employed sometimes as many as twenty men he was always hands-on on every major project.
He loved working with the earth, clearing away entangled growth and weeds and planting beautiful things in their place. His strong suit turned out to be his eye for design. He could look at an undeveloped piece of land and envision the transformation to something special and then make it happen. It was this that made his small company stand out and why they kept his name on the business and kept him on as consultant once he sold it.
“Hey, Scott. How’s it going?”
“Going great. We have more business than we can handle. I’m thinking of adding two more fulltime guys. That’s why I’m calling, actually. We just got a big project and it’s right in your neck of the woods. Some muckety-muck from the city bought himself a six-million-dollar beachfront villa in Westport and his wife doesn’t like the landscaping that’s there now. She wants to tear up the place and give it her own unique stamp, her words. That’s where you come in, buddy. I’d appreciate it if you could meet with her, get a better idea of what it is she wants and work that magic of yours.”
“Sure. When did you have in mind?”
“Next Monday okay? Mrs. Carson says she’ll be available any time after that date. I could give you her number and you could work directly with her, if that’s okay.”
“Not a problem. Go ahead, I’m ready.”
Scott gave him the number, made some small talk and rang off. Daniel finished transferring the cheesecake batter into the springform pan and placed it carefully into the oven. He set the timer and stood back thinking about his next chore.
“Sir?”
He turned to see Alex standing in the kitchen door, her legs crossed, her hands pressed against the leather codpiece on her chastity belt. Damn, he’d forgotten all about her when the phone rang.
“Sorry. I got distracted. Let’s go.” He led her to the small bathroom off the front hall. Kneeling in front of her, he lifted the chain over his head and used the key to unlock the chastity belt. There was a red mark around her waist where the leather had been cinched. He made a mental note not to put in on quite so tight when she was done peeing.
She stood uncertainly, watching him. “What?” he asked.
“I have to pee.”
“I’m not stopping you. Go ahead.” Now he understood. She wanted him to leave. “I’m staying right here if that’s what you’re waiting for. You know better than that.”
Alex bit her lip and nodded. Daniel was amused as he watched her twisting and squirming her way toward the toilet.
On a sudden evil whim, he added, “Lift the seat. Then straddle the toilet so I can see you pissing. It’s a good lesson in letting go of your modesty.”
Alex’s cheeks suffused with blood but she obeyed him. After a few seconds the urine streamed down between her legs, splashing into the water. Still blushing, she reached for the toilet paper.
Daniel’s cock had hardened while he watched her pee. It wasn’t that he was into water sports. It was more the thrill of her vulnerability. She had been forced to commit this very private act in front of him as a gesture of her submission to him.
He intercepted her hand. “I’ll do it. Put your hands behind your head and stay over the toilet.” Daniel tore off some toilet paper and reached between her legs to wipe her shaven pussy. He dropped the tissue into the toilet and depressed the handle.
He was standing close enough to her to smell her perfume, something light, floral and very pleasing. On an impulse he dropped his hand to her still-spread cunt. He found the entrance and pressed a fingertip inside her. She was wet, as always. He moved farther inside her, pleased when she shivered and uttered a barely audible sigh.
He withdrew his finger and rubbed between the labia, drawing the finger over her clit and moving in a light circle over the hood. Alex shuddered and her eyes fluttered shut.
She was so easy—there was no other word for it. She was a sexual slut who could never get enough. Feeling especially sadistic, Daniel continued to stroke and tease her until Alex was moaning, her hips gyrating in time to his touch.
All at once he pulled away and stepped back. He could smell the alluring scent of her lust. “You’re about to come, aren’t you?”
Alex’s eyes opened though they didn’t seem focused. “Yes, please, Sir,” she whispered. The greedy girl had just come the night before, yet here she was, shuddering and gasping, begging for more.
“It’s good to want things.” His smile was cruel. “Now get over here so we can cover that greedy cunt before you get the idea you can come whenever it suits you. Don’t forget, you gave that body willingly to Liam and me. It’s not yours anymore. If and when you come, it’s because we say so.”
“Yes, Sir,” Alex breathed, her chest heaving, the nipples like stiff pink erasers at their tips. He saw the glitter in her eyes that he’d come to recognize as submissive desire. While she was truly suffering by the denial of her sexual release, ironically it was the same erotic suffering that thrilled her to her core. Daniel well understood this reaction as he too experienced it whenever Liam exerted his sensual power over him.
He secured her back into the leather harness, ignoring his erection—they still had work to do. He led her back into the kitchen and pointed toward the hook where one of her sundresses hung.
“Put that on and come sit down. Want some lemonade?” It was understood when Alex was permitted clothing she was also permitted to speak more freely. The same applied with him in front of Liam. At mealtimes they were generally dressed and the talk was less formalized and more just between friends. It was part of what Daniel loved about his relationship with Liam. While they were 24/7 Master and slave they were also 24/7 partners and best friends. He hoped to develop that easy kind of comfort in moving between roles with Alex.