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to the playroom and present yourself, kneeling down. We’ll be up in a minute.”
    Her heart fluttered with excitement as she left the table. She walked up the broad, curving staircase, stroking the shiny banister as she went. She entered the playroom and took off her bra and panties, leaving them neatly folded by the door.
    She knelt on a padded mat in the center of the room and lowered her head to the floor, crossing her arms behind her back. Just assuming the position was enough to send her to a submissive place. Her heart slowed, her breathing eased as she focused on emptying her mind.
    The week before Daniel had been working with her on stillness and patience, two virtues that still didn’t come naturally to her. She was by nature fidgety and restless, always moving, rarely still. She also, to quote Cheryl, had the patience of a gnat.
    She envied Daniel’s ability to remain perfectly still and calm while they were waiting in the foyer for Liam to come home. Or when Liam had his cock deep in Daniel’s throat and she knew there was no way he could breathe, somehow he’d keep his position, eyes focused lovingly on Liam’s face, his hands behind his back.
    She heard them coming down the hall and her pussy and nipples tingled with anticipation. In a moment she felt someone standing beside her but she didn’t move. The person squatted beside her and she knew by his scent—lime, leather and cedar—it was Liam.
    “Ass higher,” he commanded. She shifted to obey. A thick finger pressed its way into her wet pussy, catching her by surprise. Reflexively the muscles of her sex clamped on the welcome finger, though she stoutly resisted the urge to thrust back against it.
    The finger was withdrawn and ran roughly over her clit, rubbing for several seconds until, despite her best intentions, she wriggled against it, a soft moan wrenched from her lips.
    This earned her several very sharp slaps against her spread pussy. Alex, unprepared, squealed and fell out of position. Strong arms hauled her to a standing position.
    “Have you forgotten your lessons so soon?” Liam gripped her upper arm and yanked her toward the padded spanking stool. “Maybe a nice ass warming will remind you to control yourself.”
    Alex’s pussy was on fire, the sting of the slaps having transmuted, as it invariably did, into burning lust. Dutifully she draped herself over the stool, gripping the legs.
    “Spread your legs,” Liam ordered.
    She spread them as wide as she could, forced onto tiptoe to maintain her balance. She couldn’t help the tiny shudder when Liam’s fingers grazed her sex and silently hoped he hadn’t noticed.
    Daniel moved in front of her, locking her head between his bare thighs and placing his hands on her upper back to hold her steady. Liam, behind her, stroked the globes of her ass and gripped the flesh, sensitizing the skin.
    He reached lower, cupping her cunt and rubbing his palm against it. “Stay still, slut girl. Let me touch you but don’t react. Still as a statue, got it? When I tell you, you can move. But not before.”
    He ground his palm against her. Squeezing her eyes shut, Alex tried not to focus on what he was doing. She tried not to react to Daniel’s strong legs on either side of her head or imagine his erect cock just over her. For she knew he was naked too—neither of them was permitted clothing in the playroom when Liam was present.
    She did pretty well for a while, staying perfectly still though her pussy throbbed and she knew she must be soaking Liam’s palm. But when he moved his hand so the tips of his fingers danced over her clit, Alex, who hadn’t come for two days except the mini orgasm she’d stolen two days before, lost control.
    She tried to close her legs in a desperate effort to ward off the climax she could feel rising in her. Liam’s body blocked her from doing this. “Oh, oh, oh.” She began to pant, trying to wriggle away from the relentless onslaught of pleasure being wrested