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“Yes, Sir,” Phillip answered in a soft, feminine voice that belied his muscular build.
Alex noticed the crowd had thinned out some. She scanned the room for Daniel but didn’t see him. Apparently of the same mind, Liam said, “Go see if Daniel’s in the kitchen. He’s trying to stay out of it but he just can’t resist getting involved with the food.”
His tone was affectionate though he added, “I may just whip that out of him. He’s supposed to be on display, not working behind the scenes. When you find him, come to the playroom. I think Matthew’s idea to get this party started is an excellent one.”
He pointed Alex toward the kitchen and patted her bottom. With a flurry of butterflies fluttering in her stomach she went in search of Daniel. Liam meanwhile went up the stairs with Matthew and Phillip behind him.
Liam was right—Alex found Daniel talking to one of the caterers, a tall man of about forty who was squirting whipped cream onto custard and fruit tarts artfully arranged on silver trays.
Alex’s heart caught in her throat as she looked at Daniel. He was so handsome with his tawny blond hair falling over his eyes and his tan, strong body offset by the white silk pants. She had a sudden fantasy of hurling herself into his arms and impaling herself on his perfect cock.
Instead she came to stand beside him. “Excuse me, Daniel. Liam wants us upstairs.”
They walked together up the stairs and down the hall to the playroom. Now Alex saw where the guests had disappeared to. The room was filled with people and mini-scenes were already going on all around the room.
A woman was strapped onto the medical exam table, her feet in the stirrups, her arms tied over her head. A man stood beside her dropping blobs of melted wax from a large candle onto her bare body. The droplets were bright and red as blood. The woman sighed and shuddered each time the burning wax made contact with her skin.
A man with his cock and balls cruelly bound with thin white rope was on his knees in front of two men in black leather chaps. They were both thrusting their erect shafts into his mouth at the same time while a third man stood behind him with a flogger, striking him as he did his best to suck both cocks at once.
A man with a black leather hood over his head was bound to the St. Andrew’s Cross, a woman in front of him hanging heavy lead weights from clamps that gripped his cock and balls. The head of his cock was pierced with a large silver ring that entered at the slit and emerged at the base of the crown.
Alex had been to BDSM clubs before and these sorts of scenes weren’t new to her, but something about them taking place in their playroom made them at once more intimate and more alien to her. It didn’t seem right somehow. It was like coming into her bedroom and finding strangers having sex in her bed.
She saw Liam standing beneath the huge eye hooks embedded in a thick beam in the ceiling. Chains were hanging from the hooks, two pairs of leather cuffs dangling and open at their ends. Matthew and Phillip were with him, Phillip on his knees with his head respectfully bowed.
Anthony came into the room, carrying a long dark green canvas bag. “Who is that?” Daniel murmured appreciatively as Anthony headed toward Liam.
“His name is Anthony Campos. He’s a friend of Matthew and Phillip’s. He’s a whip maker from Spain.” Alex was pleased to know something Daniel didn’t. “He’s going to give a demonstration of one of his new whips, apparently.”
“I’ve heard of him. His stuff is very expensive. I wonder who the lucky sub will be?” Alex watched as Anthony unzipped the large bag and removed a flogger with tightly braided strands of soft-looking leather dyed a deep crimson. Daniel was watching too, his strapped cock jutting provocatively against the white silk of his pants.
Liam looked toward them and gestured for them to come to him. As they headed over, Daniel whispered, “Kneel next to Phillip.”
Alex obeyed, lowering herself as he did in front of the three Doms, her eyes properly downcast.
Matthew and Liam took turns holding the beautiful flogger, commenting on its weighted handle and the skilled craftsmanship of the supple leather. “Don’t let the softness of the leather fool you. What makes this flogger special,” Anthony said, “are these knots at intervals along the braids. They leave lovely marks and sting every bit as a much as the cruelest whip.”
“Let’s try it.” Matthew was clearly eager. “Get up, slave. We’ll show the fine gentleman how well you take your punishment. Then you can suck my cock for your reward.”
