Alex and Daniel stood side by side, their arms at their sides, their eyes straight ahead. Alex was wearing a silky top that hugged the curves of her high, full breasts and cascaded in pretty folds from her perking nipples. Her panties barely covered her shaven mons, thin straps of lace along her hips holding the white silk and disappearing into the crack of her shapely ass.
Daniel was wearing white silk lounge pants that fit loosely over his muscular ass and legs. His cock and balls were bound in a white cotton strap that separated his balls and forced his cock into a pleasing erection beneath the silk. His bronzed muscular chest was bare.
Liam was wearing very soft black leather pants and square-toed boots. His shirt was also of silk and at Daniel's suggestion he'd left it unbuttoned.
The caterers had arrived an hour before, busily setting up the trays of food and getting the open bar ready. A large cooler of ice was filled with chilled bottles of champagne.
Liam took one of the bottles and popped the cork. He poured three glasses and handed one to each of his sexy subs. He had teased them unmercifully all day, interrupting them in whatever they were doing to fondle and arouse them, stopping just before he took them too far. He hadn't permitted himself to come either, enjoying the steady slow burn of desire along with them.
“Daniel, you know the fun you're in for and, Alex, you're about to find out.” He raised his glass. “To a great party.” While they sipped the dry bubbly wine he addressed Alex. “Remember you are to obey everyone wearing black in the room. They all know the limits and rules, the primary ones being no intercourse, no scat or water sports and no blood.
“If you feel you just can't obey something someone has asked come find me or Daniel and let us know. But think long and hard before you do that. Your job tonight is to please my guests. This isn't about your pleasure or gratification, though I do hope you have fun and I think you will.
“But your primary goal tonight should be to please any Dom, male or female, who wishes to use you. You're my property and my possession so your behavior reflects directly on me. Do your very best to please my guests and I promise the rewards will be tenfold.
“Situations can get a little intense sometimes. A list of safewords will be posted in the playroom. Yours is…?”
“Butterfly, Sir,” Alex supplied. She'd never had to use her safeword with them. Liam didn't believe in pushing a slave so far they panicked. He liked taking them to the edge and perhaps just a little beyond. But in his experience safewords weren't necessary between people who knew and trusted each other. He was able to read his subs' cues and body language. He instinctively knew when it was time to back off and had yet to push anyone he'd played with over the years to that limit.
“Good. I don't expect you to need it but if you really feel you can't tolerate what's being asked of you and you can't make yourself understood in any other way, use your safeword. If you're gagged open and close your fists three times in succession. That will be the universal signal tonight for every sub.”
The color had risen to Alex's cheeks. On an impulse Liam cupped her crotch. Her panties were wet. “Slut.” He grinned, watching her flush deepen. “She's wet, Daniel. Our sub girl is soaking wet at the thought of servicing our guests.”
Daniel started to respond but closed his mouth. Liam realized he was in full sub mode, and because Liam hadn't asked a direct question he had no cause to speak. Liam moved in front of him and cradled his restrained balls through the silk. With his other hand he stroked Daniel's rapidly rising shaft.
“And you,” he whispered. “I want you hard all night. Show them how you burn for me.” He leaned down and kissed Daniel's mouth. Daniel's lips parted, his tongue moving out to meet Liam's. He never tired of Daniel's kiss, of his supple lips and eager tongue. He forgot about the party, about the girl standing next to them, about everything but the man he owned and loved.
A tiny sound, like a kitten's plaintive mewling cry distracted him. Liam pulled away from Daniel to look at Alex, not sure if he'd imagined the sound. She was standing still as a statue, her eyes straight ahead but her hands, he saw, were clenched into fists.
She wants to be kissed.
The thought slipped into his mind and as soon as it did he knew it was true. He had kissed Alex once or twice while fucking her but it had been an afterthought. Unlike when he consciously kissed Daniel, with Alex it was more of a gut response--something to do with his mouth while his cock was inside her. He'd never kissed her with intent, with a focus on her as a lover. She wasn't their lover, after all. She was their girl toy.
Until that moment he'd believed she was perfectly happy in that role.
Maybe he had imagined the sound. Or maybe he was reading more into it than was there. Still the seed once planted began to grow. What would it be like to kiss Alex without the distraction of sex?
He looked at her lips, plump and rosy, the lower lip pouty above her small pointy chin. Why had he never noticed how lovely her mouth was? He imagined lightly biting those lips, licking along the curve of her mouth, feeling the flicker of her tongue against his.
He moved from Daniel to stand in front of her. She was easily a foot shorter than he while Daniel was only a few inches shorter. He would lift her into his arms and taste her lips. It was his right--she belonged to him. He reached for her and leaned down to kiss her, his cock stiff with desire.
The doorbell rang, distracting Liam. “Our first guests.” He glanced at his watch. It was seven fifty-five. “Five minutes early. I bet it's Mistress Jade. She loves to arrive unfashionably early.”
He grinned toward Daniel for confirmation and was confused by the flash of silent reproach he saw in his lover's eyes. But when he looked again it was gone. |
