Zurlo, Michele - Two Masters for Samantha [Awakenings 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (42 page)

He drew her to standing. The steel in his cobalt eyes triggered a gush of fluids that drenched her panties. “I’m not angry with you, Samantha, and I never need a reason to turn that luscious ass of yours pink. Don’t pretend you don’t want it.”

She shook her head. “No, Master. I want it.”

“Good girl.” A knock sounded at the door. Sam’s eyes darted past Alexei, wondering who the hell was at her door this late at night.

Alexei seemed to not have heard it. “I want you naked and kneeling in offering in your bedroom in five minutes.”

She protested, gesturing to the door. “Lex…”

He gave her a shove toward the bedroom door. “I’ll let Stefano in, slave. You’d better find those nipple clamps he gave you. He’s missed your breasts, and he’s going to need some relief after spending the evening with Dad.”

* * * *

Stefano wasn’t surprised to see Alexei when the door opened. If Lex had any kind of sense, Sammy was naked and tied to the bed.

“How is Dad?”

Stef snorted and rolled his eyes. While he had issues with their father, he’d never harbored as much hate and resentment against their father as Alexei. Unlike Lex, Stef listened to their father’s explanation of why he was so dictatorial where their mother was concerned. It didn’t exonerate everything, but it explained quite a bit. Lex wasn’t in the mood to listen to reason right then. “Dad is doing great. His lady friend is really nice, and they seem happy together. How is Sammy?”

He moved past Lex to look around. One glace was sufficient to cover the entirety of her apartment. The door opened to a narrow hall. A tiny kitchenette could be accessed with a sharp right. If he continued on, he would be inside her living room. It might have been adequate space for a couch and television set, but Sammy had packed it full with the supplies of her trade.

Stacks of canvases and enlarged photographs occupied every open bit of space against the walls. Drop cloths covered the majority of the carpet. In the far corner, two windows came together, and that’s where she had set up her easel. They’d already solicited bids to have their unused boat house converted to a studio for Sammy.

Lex gestured to a door off the living room. “She’s waiting for her spanking.”

“What did she do?” Stefano wasn’t too interested in whether or not she smarted off to Lex. Alexei could be domineering as well as dominating and that sometimes rubbed Sammy the wrong way. For the most part, their golden-haired beauty submitted to their wishes. Not once during the weekend had she chafed under their rule.

Instead, she went out of her way to be accommodating. She wanted to please them both. When they had taken her down to the playroom Saturday night, her only request was that she not wake up alone. And Alexei had lived up to his promise to make her see that having a Master wasn’t a bad thing.

She didn’t always use the title. “Sir” rolled from her tongue much more easily. She was still getting used to it. Stef noticed she used it whenever she felt truly submissive. As far as he was concerned, it was another way to gauge her mental state.

“She didn’t do anything,” Lex said. “I think she came close to orgasm just from me mentioning it.”

Stefano had left his jacket and tie in his car. He took one last look around her place. It was clean and full of her things, but the walls were bare and the place was not homey. This was a warehouse where Sammy parked her things between trips. This wasn’t her home.

When his eyes met Alexei’s, he knew they were thinking the same thing. Their slave deserved so much more than this hovel on the wrong side of the tracks.

He grinned at his brother. “Let’s push her tonight.”

Alexei nodded. Stef knew his brother knew exactly what he meant. The brow that was a mirror to his own furrowed. “No bindings?”

Stef shook his head, and the right side of his mouth quirked upward. “We’ll see how good she can be.”

“I didn’t bring a gag. She had neighbors and thin walls.”

Reaching out, he tugged on his brother’s tie. “One piece of silk, so many uses.”

“If it comes to that.” Alexei’s agreement was steeped in reluctance. “I like the sounds she makes, and she’s moving this weekend anyway.”

“She said yes?” Stefano thought Lex would have waited until they were both there to ask her something that important.

“Not yet, but she wants to.” Lex’s grin was the epitome of cocky.

Stefano entered the bedroom. A queen-sized bed was shoved against one wall. A dresser, flanked by more crates of canvases, took up space on the opposite side of the room. The focal point, a naked Sammy offering herself to them, absorbed his complete attention.

For a minute, he just looked at her, drinking in the sweetest sight in the world. Her back curved in a perfect arc, thrusting her breasts upward. Her golden hair cascaded down, reaching almost to where her hands grasped her ankles. The nipple clamps he had shoved into her suitcase at the airport were already in place. Her perfect, rosy nipples were suffused with evidence of her arousal, though the sweet musky scent permeating the room also gave her away.

His cock twitched, aching for the feel of her breasts around it. He wanted to squeeze and knead those perfect pale globes. He wanted to slap them until they were pink all over. Then he wanted to ejaculate all over those round mounds of joy.

She whimpered, and that jerked him from his reverie.

It had the same effect on Alexei. Stefano couldn’t remember a woman ever affecting either of them as profoundly as this beautiful slave. It made him doubt exactly who was in charge.

Without a thought for his brother, Stef twisted his hand in the hair at the base of her skull and held her still while he kissed her breathless. The muscles in her shoulders jerked as she struggled to maintain her position, fighting the urge to wrap her arms around him and hold him close.

Reluctantly, he broke the kiss and stared into her cornflower blue eyes. “Where are we, slave?”

“I missed you.”

He ran his fingertips along her hairline. “I missed you, too. Let’s not do this again, okay? We’ll pack your things this weekend and you’ll move in with us.”

She nodded and finally answered his question. “Green, Master. I’m so fucking green I could scream.”

“We’ll take care of that for you.”

She sighed, a contented smile lifting the corners of her mouth. “I know you will.”

When Stefano undressed and straddled her chest, Sam wasn’t sure what to expect. This was not a good position for a blowjob. His hard cock rested between her breasts. Unless he let her move or he taught his cock to do party tricks, it wasn’t going to reach her mouth.

First, he tugged on the chain between the nipple clamps. She had secured them so tight they brought tears to her eyes. Shards of pleasure shot electric heat through every part of her breasts. It radiated outward, pulsing through her pussy and her ass.

“Lex, you put these on really tight.”

An amused chuckle came from a few feet to her right. “I didn’t put them on her.”

He tugged again, and Samantha moaned at the exquisiteness of the sensation. “My masochist. I can’t believe you told us you weren’t into pain.” Fire exploded against the side of her left breast.

She was so close to orgasm and he hadn’t even touched her pussy. When she could control her breathing enough to speak, she didn’t keep the words inside even though she knew he wasn’t looking for a response. “I was mistaken.”

Something that vibrated touched a sensitive place on the inside of her knee. It moved, tracing a slow path up her thigh. Samantha shivered at the delicate touch and she quivered as Stefano delivered another blow to her breast.

A dim remembrance came back to her. Alexei had mentioned that Stefano would want to come all over her chest. The comment had faded to the background because he hadn’t shown the single-minded interest in her boobs that Alexei had described. She relaxed into the next slap, knowing this excited him just as much as it excited her. Sam was beginning to think it was possible to orgasm just from having her breasts spanked.

Of course, Lex was between her legs. The toy—it wasn’t large enough to be a vibrator—didn’t touch her pussy. It stimulated her thighs, her hips, her stomach. He even pressed it close to her back entrance, never coming close enough to touch where it counted the most.

A stinging slap to her ass was probably meant to stop her hips from thrusting closer to Alexei, but it had the opposite effect. Sam gasped. “I’m going to come.”

The vibrating torture toy lifted from her skin. Stefano’s slaps stopped.

“No, you’re not. You don’t have permission.”

She didn’t bother to figure out who said that. “Please, Masters. I need to come.”

The clamps on her nipples eased and slid away. She whimpered at the loss and seriously considered having her nipples pierced. Stefano rubbed a cool gel in the valley between her breasts.

“A slave needs to learn control and restraint, Sammy. You’re a good little slave, but you have much to learn. You’ll come when we say you can come and not a moment sooner.”

That cocky edict came from between her legs. As much as Samantha loved Alexei, his high-handed ways did get on her nerves, especially when they were stretched this taut. Other than the occasional affectionate caress, he had been all business that evening. Yes, her website looked much better, but the ache between her legs was proportionally worse.

“Then you’d better not touch me.”

“I brought the paddle, Samantha.”

That killed her impending orgasm. She loved the feel of the whip. She loved the feel of their hands on her skin, no matter what they were doing. She hated that paddle.

“You’re going to have to earn the right to come, Samantha.”

Sam loved the way he said her name except when he used it to reprimand her. “You’re going to get yours on Boxing Day, Alexei.”

Stefano pressed her breasts around his cock and thrust back and forth slowly, openly savoring the feel of her against him and the fact that she couldn’t come.

Alexei chuckled. “Americans don’t celebrate Boxing Day.”

“But we will,” she said. Her fingernails dug into her ankles as the sounds of Stef’s pleasure grew louder and more frantic. She wanted to taste him. She wanted to feel him inside her. She wanted to take an active role in making him come. “And when the roles are reversed, I’m going to torture you just like this. I’m not going to let you touch me, and I’m not going to let you come.”

Stefano pinched and twisted her nipple hard. Air sucked from her lungs and tears pricked her eyes. He cut off anything else she might have said, but cream gushed between her legs as that elusive orgasm pulsed through her empty pussy. “Sammy, shut up. Good slaves don’t complain, and they don’t threaten their Masters or disturb their Master’s pleasure.”

“Sorry, Master. Thank you, Master.”

He resumed fucking her breasts, thrusting between them until, with a loud cry, he came. Semen spurted up her chest, spattering over her neck and onto her face. She licked at the salty drops that landed on her lips, moaning in delight and wanting more.

Stefano moved, abandoning his position over her. Samantha made no move to wipe away the way he marked her. “Good girl, Sammy.”

Alexei’s shadow loomed over her. “Nope, not a good girl. She came before you did.” He wrapped his hands around her upper arms and hauled her to her feet. “Bend over the foot of the bed, slave. You’ll take twenty-five.”

Samantha gasped. She couldn’t handle twenty last time. What made him think she could take even more now? Fear tasted metallic in her mouth even as warmth rushed between her legs, but she didn’t protest. She had heard Stefano when he told Alexei they wanted to challenge her. Besides, she could always use the safe word if it became too much. “Yes, Master.”