Daniel jumped up. “I love you,” he whispered so softly Liam wasn’t sure he had spoken. He resisted his own impulse to respond in kind. Right now he was the stern taskmaster and it was a much easier role to bear than that of betrayed lover, and so he embraced it. “Do what you’re told,” he snapped, trying to ignore the hurt that washed over Daniel’s face.
The girl returned with the cock ring, a simple leather band with three snaps. They’d tried fancier, much more expensive rings but always went back to this one, which was easy to put on and remove and sexy as hell on Daniel’s gorgeous cock. She also had the snake, the single-tail whip that had marked her ass so nicely.
Daniel had positioned himself as ordered in front of the St. Andrew’s Cross. Liam secured the silver bracelets at his wrists to the hooks at the top of each side of the X. “Put on the ankle cuffs,” he ordered Alex, who had remained silent since he’d arrived home, he noticed. She handed him the cock ring and whip and knelt to obey.
Liam cupped Daniel’s balls in his hand, squeezing gently. “Whose cock is this?”
“Yours, Sir,” Daniel whispered.
“Did you forget that today?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir. I am.”
Liam could see the pain etched in Daniel’s face. He wasn’t simply mouthing the sexy words to a seductive ritual—he meant it. He was sorry. Liam was nearly overcome with the desire to release Daniel from the cross and take him to their bedroom—to hold him and kiss him and forget what he’d seen.
But he couldn’t forget. It wouldn’t be fair to Daniel to forget either. Daniel looked to him as his Master. If he failed to punish him now for such a flagrant infraction, it would harm his status in Daniel’s eyes, and in his own.
Setting the whip on the floor, he kept the ring in one hand while lightly gripping Daniel’s scrotal skin in the other. He pulled Daniel’s balls gently through the leather ring. Daniel’s penis, at first soft, began to stiffen in his fingers as he bent it down and pulled it through the ring. Liam held his cock, squeezing it as it rose and engorged, the blood trapped by the ring making the erection appear even larger than usual.
Liam looked at Alex standing uncertainly beside him, her eyes glued to Daniel’s sizable package. “You’re going to be punished too. Your punishment is
not
to watch. We’ll deal with you later. Right now you’re getting in the cage.” A plan sprung into his head as he said this. He went to the toy chest, rummaging a moment until he came up with what he was looking for.
“I don’t have a woman’s chastity belt, though if we keep you, it looks like I’m going to need to get one.” Instead he held up a small pair of latex shorts he’d acquired somewhere over the years. It was too small for Daniel, but would be perfect for the girl. “Put these on. And these.” He tossed a pair of leather wrist cuffs toward her, the clips dangling. She caught them.
Still she hadn’t uttered a word, which surprised him. He’d been expecting a barrage of protestations and pleas of innocence or misunderstanding. Instead, she pulled the shiny black shorts over her narrow hips and wrapped the cuffs around her wrists, closing the clips over the metal rings to hold them closed.
Liam appraised her. She looked sexy in the little black shorts, her breasts bare. He had an inspiration and returned to the chest. He came back to her with a pair of alligator-clip nipple clamps, the tips covered in matching shiny black. Alex’s eyes widened as he pulled her nipple taut and snapped the clamp down over it, compressing the tender bud in its teeth. He did the same to the second nipple. “Oh,” was all she said, but her face creased with pain. He knew she would adapt in a moment or two as the nerve endings were numbed from the compression.
As a final touch, he found a black sleep mask, which he slipped over her eyes. He clipped her cuffs behind her back and led her by the shoulders to the small cage. He pressed her shoulder and she knelt, crawling in and curling on her side before he’d even snapped the padlock into place.
He turned back to Daniel, almost forgetting the girl as he took in the sight of his handsome lover, arms and legs extended, his cock engorged and pointing toward the ceiling above its leather bind.
“Are you ready to suffer for me?” he whispered as he took up the snake, whipping the air with it to make his lover wince. Daniel nodded, closing his eyes.
“Ten strokes. You will count them for me.”
Liam was careful, aware the skin of his cock was far more delicate than Daniel’s ass. “One,” Daniel cried as the whip met its mark. The tip coiled around his cock, licking it with a fiery kiss Liam knew. “Two!” That stroke landed just below the first. Liam felt his own cock rise, hard and clamoring for attention, but he ignored it. He focused on his task, intent on striping his slave boy’s shaft with welts that wouldn’t fade until tomorrow. “Three! Four! Five!” Daniel was panting, his chest heaving, his face flushed. Liam wanted to kiss him, to stroke his cock with soothing fingers. Instead, he let the whip flick toward Daniel’s balls. Daniel screamed, “Six!” Liam delivered the last four strokes quickly, eager to release Daniel, worried for a moment he’d gone too far.
“Brave boy,” he whispered as he stoked Daniel’s smooth chest and leaned forward to kiss his mouth. Daniel responded ardently, straining forward to kiss him in return. Liam reached down to unsnap the ring. He released Daniel’s bracelets and knelt to unclip the cuffs at his ankles. Daniel’s cock was indeed striped with thin red lines, though the welts didn’t seem to affect his erection—on the contrary, Liam knew they only made it all the harder. Such was the perverse nature of a masochistic submissive, a fact that never ceased to delight Liam. He was the opposite side of Daniel’s coin, deriving a fierce erotic thrill from sensually torturing the man he adored above all else.
He pulled Daniel close, kissing him gently on the lips. Daniel kissed him back, his still erect and no doubt very sore cock mashed between them. They left the room arm in arm, the poor, bound and blindfolded girl in the cage all but forgotten.
* * * * *
They lay together in each other’s arms on top of the quilts, Liam still in his shorts and shirt, Daniel in nothing but his always-present silver cuffs. “You took your punishment well,” Liam remarked.
“Thank you, Sir,” Daniel said softly. Neither spoke for a time.
Finally, Liam said gently, “What happened back there? I mean, what really happened? Tell me honestly. I’ll understand.” He held his breath, his mind again hurtling toward a negative, dark place where Daniel confessed he’d fallen in love with a woman and it was all over between the two of them.
Daniel didn’t answer right away. Instead, he pulled away from Liam and sat up against the pillows. “What’s happening now between
us
?” he asked instead. “I know you, Liam. I’ve hurt you. And in a way I never intended. This isn’t about me stealing an orgasm, is it? It’s about us. You’re asking me about us—about you and me. You’re wondering if I’ve fallen in love with a female I’ve known for three days. You’re
questioning every moment of the last few days, wondering what else I’ve kept hidden from you.”
Liam didn’t deny it, though spelled out like that, he had to admit it sounded pretty foolish. Daniel had never once given him cause to question his love, at least not until he’d walked in on the love fest going on in the playroom. “Well, I saw what I saw,” he said lamely.
“You did. Things got out of hand. It was a spontaneous thing. Alex isn’t trained like I am. We’re working on it, but she’s only been here a few days, don’t forget. She wasn’t kidding when she said she was used to getting what she wanted with guys, Dom or otherwise. She’s used to controlling things with her pussy. By not permitting her to come, we’ve withheld the one thing most dear to her sluttish heart. I do think she has potential, really excellent potential as a properly trained submissive, if she wants that. Right now though, she’s still feeling her way. She hasn’t learned to harness her sexual energy and turn it in a different direction. She doesn’t yet appreciate the power of controlling her impulses or the intensity of the experience if she could really give herself over to someone else.
“I tried to help her by suggesting she exercise to work some of it out of her system. I was using the free weights. We had the music going, I had that nice buzz I get from working my muscles. I glanced over at her. She was flushed and sweating, panting, her bare breasts swaying…”
“Bare breasts?” Liam cocked his eyebrow.
Daniel flushed slightly but nodded. “I told her to take her shirt off while she was cycling. I wanted to see her breasts.” He glanced pointedly at Liam. “You did tell me while we were home alone she belonged to me. That I could do whatever I wanted. That I was the Master. I took you at your word. If you feel differently now, we should talk about that too. You can reestablish the rules so I understand them better.”
Liam nodded. He wasn’t being fair. “You’re right,” he said. “I said you were in total control. I guess I just didn’t expect—” He cut himself off, not wanting to say it aloud, to bring the image alive with words.
Daniel turned toward him and reached out, stroking his cheek with a compassionate expression on his face. “Liam, please,” he said gently. “Don’t you know me better than that? I love you. You! I don’t just love being your sub boy, I love
you
! Yes, I fucked the girl,” he went on relentlessly as Liam tried not to wince. “But it was an impulse. I realized she was masturbating against the bike seat and I pulled her off it and set her down on the ground. I demanded to know what she thought she was doing and instead of answering, she pulled off her shorts, gripped me by the neck and pulled me down, begging to be fucked. I didn’t plan it. Imagine it, Liam. A naked, nearly desperate girl, begging you to fuck her, pleading with you. Maybe I’m more het than I realize, I don’t know. I just went with it. The scene turned me on.
“The thing I did wrong, the thing you punished me for, and properly so,” he stroked his welted cock, and this time it was his turn to wince, “was coming without
your permission. I want you to know I’ve never done that before.
Never
. But then, I haven’t had my cock in a woman’s pussy since we’ve been together.” He laughed ruefully. “You try it, why don’t you? It feels so damn good it’s hard to stop once you’ve started!”
Liam laughed in spite of himself. Daniel was so endearing with his earnest protestations and explanations. Liam realized he’d been crazy to worry this wonderful, sexy man didn’t love him anymore or was ready to run off with the young blonde beauty. He’d only been guilty, as he rightly said, of a simple infraction, which had been dealt with.
“I’m sorry for doubting you. I’ve been acting like an idiot because I do know better. I love you, Daniel. When I saw you there in her arms, all I could think of was that you wanted to be there more than with me. It was stupid of me. I hope you can forgive me for not trusting you, for not trusting what we have.”
“If there’s anything to forgive, of course I do! You’re the most wonderful thing that’s ever happened to me. My life is so full and satisfying. I love belonging to you. If you hadn’t punished me today, I would have felt cheated,” he grinned. “And letting me have this girl toy has added a whole new layer of adventure to our lives.” Gently he kissed Liam’s lips. “I’m so, so sorry I hurt you today. I promise it won’t happen again.”
“I’m sorry I reacted so badly,” Liam rejoined. “It’s hard to believe we’ve only had her here three days. Shall we keep her a while longer, do you think?”
“Yes,” Daniel said emphatically, and despite himself, Liam felt a stab of jealousy. “But right now we really should let the poor thing out of the cage!”
Chapter Eleven
Amy tried to get more comfortable on the floor of the cage
,
but it was difficult as her arms were bound behind her back
.
She was blindfolded but that didn
’
t stop her from hearing the whistle of the whip cutting the air or the sharp snap as it made contact with Dave
’
s cock
,
forced erect by the black leather cock ring secured at its base
…
Alex realized she had stopped writing, losing herself in the memory of the event she was fictionalizing for use in her latest BDSM erotic romance. She needed time to process what had gone on earlier that afternoon. So much had happened in the last three days it was hard to believe that was all it had been.
When Liam had appeared in the doorway of the playroom, Alex thought for sure she would be sent home that very afternoon. The look of utter disbelief and betrayal was so stark in his face she wanted to weep for him even though he had it all wrong! Daniel was no more in love with Alex than he would be with a sex toy or some new kind of flower for his garden. She was an object—something to do. Not someone he would ever consider falling in love with.
The thought saddened her, which also confused her, as she had assured Cheryl and as she had told herself a thousand times before, she wasn’t looking for love. And if she had been, the house of two committed gay lovers was most certainly not the place to find it!
Well, she had to admit the term “gay” really wasn’t accurate. She closed her laptop, abandoning any further pretense of writing. She’d really lost it when he’d pulled her from the exercise bike. She was
that
close to coming, her clit grinding against the hard seat with each rotation of the pedals. She needed it so badly she didn’t care if he realized what she was doing or not.