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When Liam had secured her wrists, clipped her nipples and blindfolded her, she’d been grateful. Yes, grateful. He led her to the cage and she climbed in before he had to say a word. It was a relief to be bound and caged—she no longer had to be responsible for her actions. He’d said her punishment was “not to watch”—but in fact it was a reprieve.
For what Alex had realized as she stared up at Liam’s handsome, heartbroken face, and as she shifted beneath the gorgeous, sensual man lying atop her, his cock still nestled inside her, was that she was falling in love with them both. She tried to tell herself she wasn’t falling in love with the individual men per se but more with their lifestyle—with the utter devotion they felt toward one another.
When they finally came to let her out of the cage, she had actually fallen asleep. She was so stiff from curling her body up with her wrists chained behind her, she literally couldn’t move when Liam first opened the door. He had to pull her through it by the shoulders. She squinted into the light as he removed the sleep mask. Once he released the clips holding her cuffs together, he lifted her onto his lap, cradling her like a baby.
Daniel was waiting in their bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed wearing white shorts and a tentative smile. “You okay?” he asked her. She nodded, though in fact she wasn’t sure. Liam settled himself on the bed with her still in his arms.
Daniel leaned over her and touched one of the alligator clips that held her nipple in its firm grip. “I’m going to take these off now. It’s going to hurt a bit when the blood flow returns.”
A bit. Alex had been unable to control her scream as he released the springs and removed the clips from her tortured nipples. To her surprise Liam, who still held her in his arms, reached around and cupped each breast. The firm press of his palms against her tender nipples soothed the ache. She leaned back into him, silently grateful for his gentle touch.
Daniel next focused on the latex shorts she still wore. He peeled them from her body, which was soaked in sweat where the latex had covered her skin. Liam set her down between them on a soft towel Daniel laid out for the purpose. “You can shower and rest soon,” Liam said. “We need to talk first.”
Alex had thought then Liam was going to inform her in his kind, deep voice that things really just weren’t working out between them for obvious reasons. She prepared herself for a lecture on sluttish masochism versus true submission with herself firmly relegated to the former category. She half expected Daniel to throw in something about her manipulative feminine ways as an excuse for his own behavior.
Instead, Liam said, “Daniel and I have been talking. We think you have potential as a submissive but you’re definitely not there yet. You still need a lot of training and a very firm hand. Daniel’s willing to keep working with you if you’re willing to really try and obey him and stop trying to manipulate either of us with your, er, charms.”
“You mean,” Alex turned incredulous eyes toward him, “you’re not sending me away? Even though I made Daniel fuck me?”
The men stared at her a moment before they both burst out laughing. Alex’s face heated. She was aware how childish she must sound. She hadn’t made Daniel do anything. She hadn’t forced him to plunge his hard, thick cock into her. She pressed her thighs together at the memory. The guys were still laughing and she began to laugh too, from relief as much as anything.
She hadn’t been lying when she said, “Of course I want to stay, more than anything in the world.”
“Good,” Liam answered. “This is still so new for all of us. Let’s give ourselves until Saturday.”
They sent her away to shower and groom and whatever else she wanted to do. “We’re going to rest in here for a few hours. Consider it free time. No more chores today. We’ll be out in time for dinner. Perhaps we’ll go out to eat tonight. See how you handle submission in public.” Liam flashed an evil grin and Daniel smiled broadly. Then they sent her away.
It felt very lonely to be dismissed like that, but at least they’d only sent her from their bedroom for a few hours. Not from their home forever. She showered and made sure her sex was smooth and hairless before stepping from the bath.
Now she sat in the lovely alcove, nestled beneath the bay window with her laptop. She really couldn’t concentrate sufficiently to write. She was at once exhausted and exhilarated from the strange events of the afternoon. She continued to grapple with questions too serious for her sleepy mind to handle. Was she submissive or merely masochistic? Did they want her to stay because they saw her as a challenge? Or were they merely being polite by letting her finish out the week? Could they ever come to love her? Was she in fact falling in love with two men at once? Or was it just lust? Could she lead a life with two men, with two Masters?
