Zurlo, Michele - Two Masters for Samantha [Awakenings 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (14 page)

“I didn’t come with them. I didn’t even know they’d be here.” And now she was trying to get herself together. Even if Lex and Stef hadn’t been here, the demonstration had been incredibly erotic. She ached to be tied up. She ached to feel their hands touching every part of her. She even ached to know what the sting of the lash felt like. Stefano had seemed so sure she would like it.

The door opened and closed. Ellen leaned against it and pressed a dramatic hand to her forehead. “Was it something I said?”

Samantha ignored Ellen’s attempt to lighten her mood. “You lied to me.”

With a heavy sigh, Ellen flopped onto one of the sofas. “It was for your own good. Sammy, you should have seen your face. You wanted to be that sub.”

“No, I didn’t. There’s no way I would ever let a man parade me in front of a crowd of people and do the things he did to her.”

Ellen laughed until she choked and it turned into a coughing spasm. She pounded on her chest until it passed. “Okay, you wanted to be her in a private room with Alexei and Stefano Morozov.”

“My God,” the plump brunette said. “I think every sub in the room wanted that.”

Ellen spread a hand in the direction of the woman. “Kathryn, I’m glad you could make it tonight. Samantha, this is one of my newer Dominatrixes. Kathryn replaced Sophia. Kathryn, Sammy is an old friend of mine. Can you give us some time alone?”

“Sure.” Kathryn touched Samantha on the shoulder. “Everybody has a first time. It’s okay to be scared.”

Samantha watched the heavy door swing closed behind the woman. Ellen patted the sofa next to her. Samantha leaned her rear against the counter, crossed her arms, and shook her head.

“Sammy, don’t be mad at me. I thought you might realize a few things about yourself.”

Air hissed from between Samantha’s teeth, mostly because she had learned a few things about herself.

“Remember when you told me that none of your lovers can keep up with you? The last one said you were too high-maintenance.”

He’d also said she had an unnaturally high libido. Sleeping with two men had certainly satisfied her the way a single lover couldn’t. “That doesn’t mean I’m a submissive.”

Ellen leveled one of those looks at Samantha that dared her to argue. “It means something is missing. Most men would be happy to be with a woman who wants to get laid every day.”

If Samantha had things her way, she would have sex several times a day. She could see the merits of having multiple lovers. Sleeping around was never an appealing alternative. Samantha didn’t like casual sexual relationships and dishonesty. Having a one-night stand with Alexei and Stefano had been her first foray into meaningless sex. She had to wonder if she wanted to sleep with them again because then it would seem more like a relationship.

Sam bit her lip and glared at the floor. She thought about her brother’s ex-wife. “Helene once told me that Jonas used to whip her until she bled, then he would pour buckets of icy water over her head until she stopped sobbing. She showed me some of the scars. And Ryan has one, too, from you. It’s on his arm. He said you cut him because he misbehaved.”

Ellen’s mouth dropped open. She stared at Samantha for a full minute in stunned silence. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

Samantha nodded. Though she had never completely believed Helene, there was a reason she had lived around this lifestyle for so long and never tried it. The scars on Helene’s back had come from a whipping, whether or not Jonas had delivered it. “I love you both, but I promised myself that I would never be in a position for somebody to hurt me like that.”

Alexei’s voice echoed through her head.
We’d never hurt you.
She wanted to believe that was true.

Ellen pulled herself to her feet. She was a few inches shorter than Sam, but she managed to appear much larger. She stuck her chin in the air. “I can’t believe you’d think Jonas was capable of doing such a thing. For the record, Helene was the one who pushed for the more violent punishments. Jonas is willing to do only so much. That was one of the reasons they fought all the time. She found other men who did those kinds of things to her. How do you think he found out she was cheating? He doesn’t have the stomach for something that would draw blood or leave scars. Sabrina is pouting her ass off because he won’t even spank her while she’s pregnant.”

Guilt seeped through. Ellen’s explanation made much more sense. Sam knew her brother better than that. Helene had been a bitch, and she had broken Jonas’s heart.

“And that scar on Ryan’s arm was a kitchen accident. I tripped, and he caught me. I happened to be carrying a large knife to the sink. He was kidding around when he said I did it on purpose. My God, Sam. Have you been carrying around these misunderstandings all this time? Is that why you stayed away from what you want?”

Samantha knew Ellen wouldn’t throw this in her face. It was one of the things she loved about her brother’s best friend. Ellen wasn’t petty or small-minded. “I’m sorry. I should have known better.”

A soft smile lifted Ellen’s lips and put a sparkle in her eye. “I just want you to be happy, Sammy. You’re a wonderful woman, and I hate to see you denying yourself what you need to be truly fulfilled. I think you’ll feel better after you get laid. Stefano and Alexei are waiting for you. I’m not saying they’re your soul mates or anything, but I checked them out after the wedding. They both have reputations for pleasing their submissives.”

The heat from another blush crept up Sam’s neck. They had pleased her greatly last time, and they had dominated her then, too.

Ellen held out a keycard. “They told me you’d know what to do with this.”

* * * *

Alexei had finally found peace. He had no doubt that Samantha would show up at their door. Ellen was right in her assessment that Samantha was ripe, and tonight was the night they would pluck her from that tree.

“Should I set these out in one of the bedrooms or in the living room?” Stefano held up an opaque plastic bag. When he had disappeared in the convention center, he had gone to pick up some items he thought they would need.

Alexei rubbed his jaw with his hand as he considered the dilemma. “I think we should set them out here and let her pick what she wants us to use. We’ll take those into the bedroom with us. Whose room did you want to use?”

“Mine,” Stef said. “It only borders one wall that isn’t in this suite. Your room borders two. Sammy is a private woman.”

“I was going to gag her. I think she’ll be more comfortable that way.”

Stefano nodded. “We’ll have to go light on her. This is her first time.”

That fact made Alexei even harder. He shifted his stance to ease the pressure in his jeans. “I’m not sure how long I can hold out.”

“Lex, we can’t touch her until negotiations are over. You know we can’t influence her decisions.”

The sound of a keycard sliding in the door halted the conversation. The door opened slowly. Samantha wore bleached white denim shorts and a pale pink halter. The shorts fell to mid-thigh, but they didn’t hide the fact that her legs went on forever. The halter hung from thin straps that would take all of his willpower to refrain from ripping. The neckline followed the curve of her breasts, dipping between them to show a little more, but not enough to satisfy Alexei.

She stood in the doorway with one hand on the handle of the door, letting the white painted wood frame her sexy body. She seemed completely unaware that she had stolen his breath.

Stefano recovered first. “Are you going to come in?”

She stepped forward and closed the door behind her. Alexei could tell by the stiff way she stood and the way she glanced between them that she was nervous. He wanted to take her in his arms and kiss her until her fears disappeared, but he knew he couldn’t, not yet.

With a sweep of his hand, he indicated the couch. “Have a seat, Samantha. There are some things we must discuss first.”

Her nod was brief, both accepting the order and agreeing with the need for a discussion. She settled in the center of the sofa, no doubt expecting them to sit on either side of her. Eventually, they would crowd her personal space, but not now. The decisions she made tonight had to be completely hers.

Stefano selected one of the wingback chairs directly across from Samantha. Alexei chose the couch situated perpendicular to where Samantha sat. A rectangular coffee table stood as a barrier, and they left her a clear escape route to the door.

He rested one arm casually across the back of the sofa. “What do you want to happen tonight, Samantha?”

She had been staring at the array of toys and accessories Stefano had arranged on the coffee table. They were all new toys, but there was nothing on the table the brothers hadn’t used before. Alexei wasn’t surprised with Stefano’s selections. Samantha’s eyes skipped over the two vibrators and the thick butt plug to land on the cat-o-nine tails, the riding crop, and the heater. The padded Velcro restraints were already connected to Stef’s bed.

Her eyes lifted to meet his. “I’m not afraid of being tied up. I’ve never done it before, but I trust you both. I honestly can’t tell you what I like and what I don’t like because I’m new to all of this. One hard boundary I have to set is no broken skin and no scars. While I don’t know what I like, I can tell you what I don’t want.”

Hard boundary.
She did know the vocabulary. Hard boundaries or hard limits were non-negotiable. Breaking one of those was tantamount to betrayal of the worse proportions.

“What about soft limits?” he asked, shifting forward to rest his elbows on his thighs. “Do you have any of those?”

She glanced at the accessories on the table. “If I don’t like it, will you stop?”

“If you tell us to stop, Sammy, we’ll stop.”

Her eyes lifted to Stefano. She studied him intently. Alexei wondered what she saw in Stefano that was different from what she saw in him. She had never once confused them, and she spoke to Stefano differently from the way she spoke to him. It was like she knew Stefano tended to be blunt and Alexei tended to hold back his thoughts.

“If I ask you to stop, does that mean you won’t sleep with me?”

There was no way she was going to walk out of their suite without that happening. At the end of the day, they both wanted Samantha, with or without this kind of sex play. Alexei fielded this one. “No. If you decide you don’t like this, then we’ll revert back to the rules we used our first time together. Those rules still apply.”

Samantha ran a nervous hand through her hair and nodded her head once. “No coming without permission. I should warn you I’m already close. Sitting in there with the two of you is enough to drive any woman to the brink.”

Yes, well, if she weren’t new to all of this, she’d be naked and on all fours servicing both of them right now. Her kittenish moans would vibrate against the dick in her mouth as another impaled her from behind until they all climaxed.

“Shall I take off my clothes? I know how much you like watching me undress.”

Stefano laughed and lifted a hand, curling his fingers at her. “Come here, Sammy.”

She rose and rounded the table. When she slid her hand into his, Stef pulled her onto his lap. She braced her hands on his shoulders, her fingers moving slowly down Stef’s arms to caress his biceps. Stefano’s hand skated up her back until it landed at the base of her skull. He pulled her closer for a kiss.

Alexei watched Samantha respond to his brother. She melted into him, parting her lips to let him deepen the kiss. Her eyes closed and tiny sounds of contentment and arousal escaped.

Stefano’s free hand roamed her body. He caressed her leg and thigh. He traveled higher to palm her breast in his hand. Was Samantha smiling into the lingering kiss?

Stef broke the kiss, but he didn’t move his lips more than a quarter inch away. “Like that, Sammy?”