Zurlo, Michele - Two Masters for Samantha [Awakenings 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (29 page)

“Come for me, Sammy.”

She moved faster. Her skin pulsed. Her core pulsed, and now her vaginal walls throbbed, contracting hard around Stefano. Samantha’s rhythm faltered as she cried out her climax.

Stefano gripped her hips, moving her faster. “Oh, no, honey. I didn’t say stop.”

Sam looked down at him. Her head had fallen back when her back arched during her orgasm. She curved her lips in a predatory grin. These were the kinds of challenges she liked. She wondered how long he could last before he couldn’t hold back any longer.

Leaning forward, she braced herself to go the distance. She focused on pleasuring Stefano, on making him break before she ran out of steam. While she preferred a hard, grinding motion, she knew he liked more of an in-and-out, thrusting motion. Soon, he writhed beneath her, his body bucking to the rhythm she set.

It didn’t take too long before Stefano realized her strategy. His blue eyes locked onto hers, challenging and warning at the same time. He held his hand out toward Alexei. His brother knew what he needed without words. The egg buzzed to life. Stefano yanked her lips apart and pressed it to her clit.

It distracted her enough so that she didn’t notice Alexei until his hand pressed down on the back of her neck, forcing her flat against Stefano. A small bead penetrated the tight sphincter of her anus. Another followed, and another, each one larger than the last. Samantha counted six. When the last one was in, Alexei let her back up.

Sitting astride Stefano, she shot Lex the dirtiest look she could manage. With the egg vibrating against her clit and the beads stretching her ass, it was almost enough to send her over the edge. If she moved on Stefano, she would come.

Alexei’s answering smile was downright devilish. “I’m adding it all up, Samantha. Come for us.”

When she didn’t move, he swatted her on the ass. It wasn’t a playful tap, either. Her skin, sensitized from the whipping she received, responded with a violent heat. Samantha’s eyes rolled back into her head, blanking out the world, and she climaxed. A low, keening scream escaped her lips. Alexei smacked her again, and Stefano pressed the egg harder. Their actions combined to make the orgasm go on and on.

The beads in her anus moved. Each time one popped out, it sent more waves through her, prolonging the orgasm. When the last bead was out, languor stole over her as the orgasm waned at last. She shifted, squirming to get away from the egg. Her clit was too sensitive and the stimulation was becoming painful.

“Stef, please. It’s too much.”

He sat up, forcing it even harder against her sensitive places. His chest brushed against her nipples, and his thumb caressed her cheek. “Sammy, honey, I’ll say when it’s too much. Breathe through it. You’ll endure this.”

She tried to lift herself away from him, but he snaked an arm out, winding it around her waist to keep her there. She struggled. She pounded on his chest with her fists. Except for causing Lex to imprison her wrists behind her neck, it did nothing to help her cause.

“You’re both bastards, you know that?”

Stefano chuckled. “That’s ‘you’re both bastards,
Sir
,’ to you.”

He kissed her, not bothering with anything light to placate her or calm her down. Liquid heat spread from his lips and tongue, radiating through her body. Sam melted against Stef, acquiescing to his skillful demand. Self-preservation kicked in and the vibrations between her legs ceased sending signals to the rest of her body.

When Stef released her, Samantha’s chest heaved from lack of oxygen and from returning passion. She rested her forehead against Stefano’s. “It’s numb,
Sir
.” She flung his title at him like a baseball bat.

She thought he might engineer a punishment like the ones she had received from him thus far, but she was wrong. Without warning, Alexei plucked her from Stefano and threw her face-down on the bed. Five stinging blows rained across her ass and thighs before she quite knew what hit her.

Grabbing a fist full of hair, Lex jerked her to standing. Sam had no choice but to obey. “Explain the punishment.”

“Sarcasm will get me out of situations I don’t like?” She knew it was the wrong thing to say, but she couldn’t help it.

He forced her to her knees. Sam eyed the bulge in his jeans. She licked her lips in anticipation. She loved the taste of him and the way he felt in her mouth. Before this, she had never been excited about giving head. Now it was the only power they allowed her to have. That increased her desire for it exponentially.

Fire flashed, ice-cold in his eyes. “Samantha, you’re not being very good, especially considering how nice we’ve been to you.”

She couldn’t stop herself. Though she hadn’t particularly enjoyed being punished, she still couldn’t halt the impudent words that flowed from her. She met his gaze, not cowed by the power radiating from him. “Perhaps you aren’t as close to mastering me as you thought.”

The hand tangled in her hair let go. Stefano stood before her, naked and erect. Samantha’s attention shifted. Her lips parted, and she longed to lean forward and take him in her mouth, but she knew that kind of thing would push them both over the edge. She liked this dangerous air. She liked pissing Alexei off like this. His temper was so much more volatile than Stefano’s. He was so easy to set off. Of course, dismissing Stefano was a mistake she wasn’t going to make. She had the sense that his temper wouldn’t be as enjoyable as Lex’s.

“Offer yourself, Sammy.”

She lifted her eyes, wondering what brought on this step backward. Though she had bought herself some time, she hadn’t called a halt to the action. Wordlessly, she let her head drop back. Her back curved, forcing her breasts outward, and her hands landed on her ankles. She walked her knees farther apart.

Nobody touched her.

The last two times she had assumed this pose, they had run their hands over her skin. They had caressed her, fawned over her. This time, nothing happened.

It dawned on Samantha that her infractions had been more serious than she thought. She had wanted to distract them, to give her clit some relief and to show them that she wasn’t going to be mastered so easily. They moved out of her field of vision. Cold and metallic, fear coursed through her veins. Maybe challenging them like this wasn’t the best decision she’d ever made.

She knew better than to move or to speak. The tension inside grew as she waited. She heard them doing something not far from her. They conversed in low tones, neither of them completing a full sentence. She had no idea what they were doing, but at least they weren’t telling her to stand up and get dressed. Rejection would be the worst punishment they could devise.

At last, Stefano came to stand beside her. He had pulled on his boxer shorts. Evidence that his arousal hadn’t diminished was difficult to miss. Samantha knew better than to speak. Her pussy forgot all about everything that had already happened. Though she couldn’t see his expression, she was sure it was firm. She dripped in anticipation.

“Stand up, Sammy.”

He didn’t move to help her. Using her thighs and her ab muscles, she pushed herself to standing without righting herself first. Her movements were graceful and erotic, and she knew the way it would affect them. She vividly remembered their appreciation of the submissive at the demonstration. She would show them she was every bit as good as that woman.

Standing proud, she met Stefano’s eyes. If he was impressed, he didn’t show it. She turned to Alexei. He didn’t seem to have noticed her feat. Before a pout could form, Alexei crooked a finger at her.

“Get on the penance table, Samantha.”

She crossed the short distance to Lex and glanced down at the table in front of him. The base of it rose to just below hip level. It had a short, flat surface covered in plastic like an exam table in a doctor’s office. Her upper body would fit on it, but nothing else. Slim, flat surfaces extended from the sides and from the bottom, places for her arms and legs.

If the name wasn’t ominous enough, the realization that they were going to strap her to the table and do things to her
as punishment
filled that void. She flung herself at Alexei.

“Lex, I’m sorry. Please don’t be angry with me. I won’t do it again.” She chewed her bottom lip and grasped at his shoulders before adding a hasty, “Sir.”

He hadn’t caught her in quite the way she intended. He had taken a half-step back to brace himself for the impact and his hands gripped her waist, but he set her away from him before she finished speaking.

He shoved her toward the table. “You need to be taught manners, Samantha. The submissive at the demonstration earned respect because she was very well-behaved, not because of anything special she could do.”

Lifting to her toes, she slid onto the table. She paused, sitting for a moment and throwing a silent appeal to Stefano.

His hands rested on his hips, a relaxed pose she didn’t think he should have been able to assume given the fact he hadn’t had an orgasm. “Respect is earned, Sammy. You don’t respect us, and we aim to change that.”

Swallowing, she settled back on the table. It was narrower than it appeared. The edges barely extended the width of her shoulders. Alexei’s strong hands grasped her ankles to slide her body down, positioning her so that her head was at the top.

Stefano buckled the first leather strap across her abdomen. Alexei secured her ankle cuffs to the table and locked more straps just above her knees.

At the head of the table, Stefano did something similar to her arms. He lifted her hair out of the way. The click of metal on metal told her he had secured the collar around her neck to the table. She didn’t need to test the bonds to know she couldn’t move any part of her body.

The extensions where her legs were tied moved apart. Stefano was near her head, so she knew Alexei was the one exposing her pussy to the room. She couldn’t lift her head for visual confirmation. Instead of feeling helpless, peace and excitement coursed through her. Cream rushed to her pussy. The edges of her vision began to fade, and she felt herself going to that place they sent her when they whipped her. Bliss was seconds away and they didn’t even have to touch her.

“Breathe, Sammy.”

She took a breath, but it didn’t change anything. Stefano seemed so far away. His handsome face loomed large, blocking the ceiling and anything else she might be inclined to look at. She focused on his blue eyes, the hue of which seemed to shift as she watched. That was okay. The smile she gave him was of the drunken variety. She was sure it didn’t look quite right, but there was nothing she could do about it.

He stroked her hair. “Sammy, where are we right now?”

She tried to lift her hand, to run her finger along the line of his jaw and slip it past his lips, but she couldn’t move. “Green.” The word slid along her tongue and spilled from her lips, feeling foreign. “I feel like I’m floating, Stef.”

Fire exploded in her pussy, bringing her back to earth.

She blinked, her brain finally processing Stefano’s face. The floating feeling dissipated. “Green, Sir.” This time, her voice was strong and sure. She heard the difference in her response.

The fire exploded again, and she realized that Alexei was whipping between her legs. It hurt, and it felt so good. There wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it either way. All this time, she thought “pussy-whipped” was a term used to describe men who did whatever their wives wanted.

The whip hit again and tears pricked Samantha’s eyes. It hurt like hell, but she didn’t want him to stop. The other feeling, the one tingling behind the sharp sting of the whip, promised an orgasm she wouldn’t forget.

“Is it still numb?”

Stefano had moved from her field of vision. His words and his breath whispered against her neck.

“No, Sir.” Her body was so relaxed that speaking was a challenge.

“Good.” He stroked her hair near her temple. “Lex is going to deliver three more, Sammy. You will come for him.”