Zurlo, Michele - Two Masters for Samantha [Awakenings 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (17 page)

Stefano’s hot mouth closed over her nipple, sucking in hard, sharp bursts. The little moans in the back of her throat changed pitch. She yelped as the tiny pricks of pain sent spikes of sensation traveling across her chest. She squirmed, unable to decide whether she liked it or not. Her body was so sensitive from the things they had already done to her.

Strong hands held her immobile. Even though he wasn’t looking, Lex must have known what Stef was doing to her. Half his body covered hers, the rough denim of his pants and the cotton of his shirt a barrier preventing her from knowing what his skin felt like against hers. That bothered her more than not knowing if Stefano’s teeth on her nipple created more pleasure or more pain, or if there was truly a distinction between the two sensations.

Samantha admitted that she liked the kind of pain they dished out. It was sweet and stimulating, yet it kept her hungry and needing more. She feared it and she craved it. Now she understood why Doms tied up their subs. Sometimes, choices needed to be removed. Plus, after being forced to stay in the bent position they had chosen earlier, she could use the break. Her body was ready for more, but she didn’t know if her limbs were up to supporting her weight for much longer.

The mouth on her breast lifted, and Alexei released her from his imprisoning kiss.

Weight shifted. Samantha turned her attention to Stefano. She watched him shed his jeans.

On the other side of her, Alexei did the same thing.

Samantha watched in rapt silence, sitting up and pivoting her head so that she wouldn’t miss anything. They both had glorious bodies. She wanted to make them lay side by side naked so she could compare every inch. They looked so much alike, but there had to be more than the few subtle,
behavioral
, differences she found so far.

“Are you okay, Samantha? Where are we?”

Unlike before, she didn’t misunderstand the question. “Green. I’m ready for more.”

“Then why the frown?”

She bit her lip as she decided whether or not to reveal what she was thinking. They had asked for honesty, so she opted to give it to them. “I was wondering if you guys had any physical differences. I can’t seem to find them.”

Alexei frowned over her, directing his attention to Stefano. “Stef has a scar on his leg from a snowboarding accident.”

“Yeah,” Stefano said with a hint of laughter in his voice. “Lex has the same scar on the same leg from a waterskiing accident.”

The brothers enjoyed a chuckle over the shared memories. Alexei turned his attention back to Samantha. “Sorry, there’s no easy way to tell us apart.”

“But you don’t seem to have a problem with it, Sammy. How do you do it?”

She shrugged, knowing full well it frustrated them to not have an answer, otherwise they wouldn’t keep asking. “Intuition, so far. You have different personalities in a lot of ways, but they’re not big differences. Sometimes you act exactly alike.”

Alexei nodded, and those warm blue eyes rekindled her passion. If she wasn’t careful, she could get used to this. “Lie back down, Samantha.”

She did as he directed. Lex grabbed one arm and Stef grabbed the other. In seconds, she was tied to the bed with nylon straps she hadn’t noticed, but they must have been there the whole time. She pulled, jerking hard to see if she could break free. The lines didn’t even stretch.

Hands on her ankles spread her legs apart, and then those same nylon cuffs encircled where their hands had just been.

Alexei disappeared for a moment. Stefano lifted her head, removing the pillows from beneath. Alexei returned with something in his hand.

“Open your mouth, Sammy.”

She kept her eyes on Alexei, worried about what they had planned. Both men seemed so serious and reserved. The passion from moments ago was forgotten. Obediently, she opened her mouth.

“Wider,” Alexei commanded.

She obeyed, and he popped an oval, rubbery ball into her mouth. It was attached to a series of leather straps that reminded Samantha of a harness. Stefano lifted her head again. Alexei secured the straps.

It was a harness. No matter how she moved, she wouldn’t be able to spit out the ball.

“If we were in the playroom at home, this wouldn’t be necessary. I’d love nothing more than to hear you scream and beg and threaten. But since hotels have notoriously thin walls…” Alexei shrugged.

Stefano pressed a ball into her left hand. Sammy squeezed. It was bean-filled and covered in cloth. It reminded her of one of those sacks her brother used to kick around with his friends until she and Amanda got in on the game and humiliated them all with their superior talent.

“If you drop the ball, that’s our cue to stop.” Stefano pressed a quick kiss to her cheek. “Choices, Sammy. You always have choices.”

She stared at him. She was the one bound and gagged. Did she really have choices? She squeezed the ball in her hand again. Stefano’s attention went to it.

“Do you want one for your other hand?”

Without waiting for a response, he nodded to Alexei. Another ball pressed into her right hand. Samantha turned her head to study his face.

Alexei had a wicked gleam in his eyes, rendering them an even brighter blue. Bending down, he pressed a kiss to her other cheek. “If you drop either one, honey, everything stops. Do you understand?”

Two safety nets. They did make her feel safer, more secure. She trusted them to live up to their word. She nodded, the only form of communication she had left, and the world went black.

Stefano had blindfolded her.

It was very much like a spa mask. Gelled edging sealed the contour lines where snatches of light might have peeked through. It was comfortable and effective.

Hands caressed her skin. They touched her everywhere. Samantha lost track of who was where. It bothered her for a minute because she knew that, even if they spoke, she wouldn’t be able to distinguish one from the other. Their voices were as identical as their faces, and the sensations they set loose in her body destroyed any concentration she might have had.

Fingers parted her pussy. A hand brushed her inner thigh as something slid into her vagina. A motor purred to life as someone turned on the vibrator. It was a different vibrator than the one they used before. This one had no controller attached with a line. Sam tried to frown, but the ball gag that held her mouth open prevented the expression from forming. It was a skinny, little thing, and they had turned it to a low setting. It was stimulating, but there was no way she could orgasm from this.

Something tickled up her leg, caressing in long, smooth strokes. It seemed like it was made up of dozens of scraps of fabric. Leather. This wasn’t the whip they had used on her before. She wondered if the increased number of falls would make it sting more or less.

She relaxed as the whip traced paths along her inner thigh and over her stomach, making its way across her breasts.

“I love a woman in pink.”

That had been Alexei.

Stefano chuckled in response. “We’ll make her pink.”

The caress of the whip changed. It no longer slid across her skin. Now it moved in a circular motion, rising and falling to slap her skin lightly.

At first, Samantha didn’t feel anything. It wasn’t pleasurable, painful, or annoying. Then another whip whistled through the air, stinging a path across her inner thigh. It was the cat, the same whip Stefano had used on her before. She didn’t know which brother wielded it this time. Samantha jumped, crying out in surprise and jerking against the straps that held her wrists and ankles. The gag muffled the sound.

A second lash didn’t follow the first. As the stinging subsided, Sammy relaxed. The soft whip resumed its motions, but when it came to the place that was still sensitive from the cat, it stung. A million miniscule nerve endings sent wild signals radiating in all directions. The moan originated deep in her chest. It was primal, not waiting for permission before it escaped.

The cat landed on her again, scalding a narrow path along her other thigh.

She cried out again, but her pussy responded with a fresh wave of moisture, lifting upward to offer itself as the next target.

The cat fell again, laying crisscross stripes on her stomach and breasts.

Samantha whimpered and squeezed the balls tighter in her palms. If they stopped now, she would die wanting more. She had felt sexual heat many times before, but this was different. Usually, the heat was inside her, building slowly or quickly as she edged her way toward orgasm.

This heat consumed her from the inside and the outside. Delicious tendrils of desire didn’t originate low in her abdomen. They covered her body, ravaging her like nothing she had ever felt before. Sounds came out of her, muted by the gag.

The vibrator hummed inside her weeping pussy. The soft whip whispered caresses everywhere the cat had been. Her pelvis thrust against nothing, begging with words the gag prohibited.

Finally, one of them took pity on her and turned the damn vibrator to high.

The soft whip continued its exquisite torture while the cat fell in an unpredictable rhythm. Sweet heat built inside her. She wanted friction against her pussy. She wanted one of them to touch her clit. One touch and she would come. She was so close.

The whipping stopped and light flooded her eyes. Samantha closed her eyes and moaned in protest.

“Sammy, look at me.”

She did as ordered, hoping obedience would get her what she wanted. Stefano peered down at her, a gleam lighting his blue eyes and a relaxed smile on his lips. He reached around her head, undid the buckles, and removed the gag.

“Can you understand me?”

It took a moment for his question to penetrate the haze of pleasure permeating her mind. Sam nodded her head.

“Where are we?”

“Green.”

Stefano’s smile widened.

The straps holding her ankles in place loosened and fell away. A tug, and the vibrator was gone, too.

Had she dropped a ball and not known it? Flexing her fingers, she squeezed each hand. They were still there. They couldn’t stop now, not when she was so close. Her body was on fire and the thin vibrator humming between her legs had been doing its job.

“Wait,” she said, shaking her head because her wrists were still bound and she couldn’t grab his arm. “I didn’t want you to stop.”

“We’re not stopping.” Alexei’s voice floated up from the foot of the bed.

She angled her head to see him. Her eyes searched his for signs he wasn’t telling the truth. She couldn’t handle it if he wasn’t telling the truth.

He swaggered to the side of the bed in his navy blue boxer shorts. The fabric stretched across his thigh, drawing her attention to the powerful ropes of muscle there. “We’re just getting started, Samantha. Don’t worry. That was just the warm-up.”

The bed dipped on the other side. Stefano ran his fingertips up her arm and loosened the tie holding her wrist. “Are you feeling warmed up, Sammy?”

She nodded, unsure what to say or if she should say anything at all.

Alexei loosened the last tie binding her to the bed.

Stefano bent his head and flicked his tongue across the sensitized skin on the underside of her breast.
Sparks
shot through Samantha. She gasped. The hand he had freed tangled in his hair, gripping him hard to keep him in place.

A shadow blotted out the light. She focused on Lex’s deep blue eyes, searching for a clue as to what her future held. The relaxed smile on his lips told her nothing.