Zurlo, Michele - Two Masters for Samantha [Awakenings 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (30 page)

That tingling feeling grew at the sound of his voice. His order pushed her almost to the edge. Deep down, she wanted to please him. Her body tried to lift, to meet the next blow, but she couldn’t move. She came during the fifth lick of the whip, crying out Lex’s name at the top of her lungs. The sixth caress prolonged the pleasure.

Stefano disappeared. She felt his hands on her hips. The latex-covered tip of his cock circled her entrance. The light touch wrung a ragged gasp from deep inside. He impaled her before the gasp finished.

Alexei took Stefano’s place near her ear. “This body belongs to us, Samantha. We give pleasure and pain. You don’t get a say in how much of each, my lovely slave. You’ll take what we give you and you’ll thank us for it. You’ll cry and scream and beg for more. You’ll beg for something only your Masters can give to you.”

The scorching, wet heat of Stefano’s mouth closed over her nipple and he pumped himself into her. He wasn’t gentle or patient. The selfish way he fucked her made Samantha realize how generous he had been up until now. His goal was his own pleasure, and he didn’t care whether she climaxed or not.

And yet that insistent pressure built inside Samantha. Alexei had only stimulated her from the outside. By the time Stefano cried out his release and let go of her nipple, the need inside Sam had grown uncomfortably. If she could move, she would have leapt onto Alexei and rode him hard. She entertained brief fantasies of tying them both down so she could alternate riding their mouths and dicks.

Lex’s breath brushed her neck again. “How are you doing, Samantha?”

She knew they were going to dish out much more punishment before they were finished with her. Part of her looked forward to it and part of her wanted to cry and beg now. He hadn’t asked for a status report, but that was all she was willing to give him. “Green.”

He kissed her temple and nibbled a path down her jaw. At last, he latched onto her earlobe. His teeth scraped, sending shivers straight to her pussy. “Are you ready to admit you belong to us?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said. Hadn’t she already assured him that she was his for the weekend? Dinner seemed so long ago. She couldn’t believe this was her first night with them. “I belong to you for the weekend.”

Something large pushed at the slick and dripping lips of her pussy, stretching her hole wide. It was harder and larger than any cock. Sam gasped and tried to wiggle away. It was too big to be comfortable.

Alexei stroked her hair and kissed her temple. She tried to turn her head away from him, but the restrains attached to her collar held her in place.

Unable to move, she gulped air. “It’s too big, Sir.”

He rose to stand over her. She watched his face as he watched Stefano force that thing into her. The furrow in his brow eased as the pressure between her legs increased. He smiled down at her. “It’s in, slave. That thing is going to be your new best friend for the night.”

“For the night?” Samantha reeled. They planned to leave her like this, tied down with an oversized dildo stuffed inside her vagina. On a purely reactive level, she wanted this. She wanted to show them she could endure anything they dished out. And she wanted to know if there was anything to the little thrill she got whenever Lex called her his slave. How could that happen when she had such strenuous objections to the use of that word?

Alexei kissed her forehead, and then he disappeared. A motor started and the huge dildo moved, pumping in and out slowly. The click of another switch sent periodic pulses through it as well.

Except for the hum of the motor, the room was silent.

Samantha closed her eyes. She wished they had blindfolded her. She wished she didn’t know they had left her alone, tied to a table and unable to escape a fucking machine. It didn’t take long for her body to become accustomed to the size. Though it was larger than anything she had previously experienced, it wasn’t too big. The size proved to be an asset. It stretched her insides so far that every inch of her vaginal walls felt the delicious slide.

The need with which Stefano had left her grew. A low moan filled the room. It was hers and she was alone. Alexei and Stefano weren’t there to appreciate the fruits of their punishment.

Samantha wanted to move her hips. The size of the dildo meant she didn’t have to undulate to make it reach all the spots she wanted stimulated, but it didn’t stop the primal need she had to move, to participate in the making of this orgasm. No, the position in which they had left her forced Sam to be completely passive.

She fought it. The pleasure built. She wanted to control it. She wanted to own it. She wanted to submit to Alexei and to Stefano, not to a machine. The muscles in her shoulders and thighs jerked. She tried to raise her hips, which were not tied to the table, but she couldn’t manage enough leverage.

The agonizingly measured thrusts were relentless. She couldn’t stop the climax that was equally as slow and relentless. The machine didn’t notice what it had done to her. It didn’t stop or slow. She thought Alexei and Stefano might have been watching through a camera or a one-sided window, but nobody came to stop it. The orgasm went on and on, prolonged by the untiring lover between her legs.

Samantha lost count of the number of times she came. Post-coital languor was never able to gain a foothold. The valleys disappeared. Sammy bounced from peak to peak like an addict in heaven. Tension left her muscles and every part of her became jelly. She submitted completely to this punishment, to this machine.

They had been right. They owned her body. They owned her pleasure and the sweet pain they dished out that she knew she would crave for the rest of her life.

The sound of the motor ceased, but the absence of anything between her legs barely registered. Skin tickled against hers and the straps binding her to the table, which had become pointless when she lost the ability to move, fell away.

She felt herself lifted. Her head was cradled against a shoulder and a familiar masculine scent filled her senses.

* * * *

Alexei glanced down at Samantha. He had asked her where they were before he untied her, but she hadn’t answered. His question hadn’t registered. The machine had done its job. Samantha had submitted completely. If she woke while he cleaned her up, he had no doubt he would be able to coax her into calling him Master and admitting that she was his slave. However, he didn’t want a senseless declaration. He wanted her to come to that conclusion when she had her wits about her. He had planted the seeds, now he would watch them grow.

He carried her up the stairs and to her room. Stefano waited in the bathroom. He would make sure the water wasn’t too warm or too cool. Their goal wasn’t to rouse Samantha. They only wanted to clean her up before they put her to bed for the night.

Stef was naked and setting out the towels when he entered. They had taken turns watching Samantha, making sure she didn’t panic at their absence. Leaving a slave alone was always a gamble, especially one as inexperienced as Samantha. She had handled it beautifully.

He and Stefano hadn’t fared so well. Though they had both masturbated to the sights and sounds of Samantha’s orgasms, it wasn’t enough. If she had been awake, they would both be on her now, fucking her until the three of them fell into oblivion.

But they needed to be patient. They had a day and a half left to convince her that she belonged with them.

Stef looked up from his task. “Is she completely out?”

“Yeah. She hasn’t responded to anything.”

He handed her to Stefano and shed his clothes. Bathing her without waking her was a two person job. The shower was large enough to fit them all. He slid open the beveled glass door. Stefano went inside first, taking Samantha with him.

“I’m not sure I like that thing.”

Alexei grabbed the nearest shower head and brought it closer to Samantha’s body. Stefano didn’t have to explain his statement because Alexei wasn’t sure he liked that thing, either. “It did the job, Stef. She has to understand on her most basic, primal level that we control her pleasure. I think she took to the pain parts quite well. She submitted to us. But then, when it came to the sex, she was no longer submitting.”

The whip marks that heated her skin and sent her to subspace had long ago faded. Stef moved his arm so that Alexei could wash under her breasts. “She doesn’t have to submit all the time, you know. I liked our first time with her.”

“Yeah,” Alexei agreed. “But she must submit in the playroom, Stef. She has to be able to do that.”

Samantha woke alone in that big white room. The first fingers of dawn lit the gossamer curtains that covered the sliding glass doors to the balcony. Judging by the clean feel of her skin and the familiar scent of her lotion, Sam figured out that they had bathed her before putting her to bed.

Nobody had remembered to close the drapes, but that was okay.
Sunrise
was minutes away. It would come up over the ocean, and she had no intention of missing it. The frown that pinched her brows at having wondered why neither of them had slept in the bed with her faded. If they were here now, the sounds of her morning toilette would likely wake one or both and then she wouldn’t be allowed to watch the sun rise.

She didn’t doubt they had both been left wanting last night. After all, she was the one who had been subjected to multiple orgasm machine, not them. Once they woke up, they would beat down her door seeking satisfaction.

The sundress she had worn the day before hung over the towel rack in her bathroom, forgotten in light of their other activities. Samantha smiled as she realized Alexei and Stefano had been just as excited about their first private night together as she had been. She slipped it on.

They were good men, and if it had been an overcast morning, she would have explored the other rooms down the hall to make sure each of her lovers had a good morning. Though she was a little sore, she discounted the amount it would affect her ability to enjoy her men.

Sam wandered down the long hall to the foyer. They hadn’t shown her the house last night. Though it was large, the layout made sense. The sleeping areas were at one end of the house and the social areas were at the other end. Because the back of the house faced the ocean, the most used rooms were located in the rear. The kitchen and breakfast nook sported floor-to-ceiling windows that had a breathtaking view.

Sam could have watched the sun rise without leaving the house, but she wanted to be closer. She wanted to hear the sound of the waves breaking on the shore and to feel the wind in her face. The sensory detail would make a huge difference when she painted this scene—and she would paint this scene, if only to commemorate a defining moment in her life.

The Morozov brothers offered a freedom Samantha hadn’t found anywhere else. Like the sun rise, what they had done to her was blindingly beautiful. It stole her breath and her will. It touched her like nothing else ever had.

Was she a slave, as Alexei tried to suggest when she was most vulnerable? Perhaps, but not in the way he wanted her to be one. She couldn’t see living like this all the time. She couldn’t see giving anyone a voice in every little detail of her life, and that was what Alexei wanted. He wanted someone who would wander around the house naked and await his beck and call. That person wasn’t Samantha.

Yes, she liked what they did in the playroom. She liked the way he had handled her beforehand, in her room. Even though the punishment had sucked, she knew he had only done it to make sure she would always be safe.

Now that the experience was behind her, Samantha could see where the things they had done could have become dangerous if she had developed a habit of not answering them. When Lex had put those bindings on her, the sight and the act had robbed her muscles of strength. When they whipped her, the same thing happened. Then, when they bound her to the penance table, she had been unable to control the bliss that came from being completely and utterly at their mercy.

The pinks and oranges had already begun to make their appearance. A wall of heat greeted her as she stepped onto the balcony, but she didn’t let that deter her. She skipped down the steps and crossed the grass to stand on the private stretch of sandy beach. Tilting back her head, she let the experience wash over her.