Zurlo, Michele - Two Masters for Samantha [Awakenings 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (35 page)

Her eyes widened the tiniest bit, and her lips parted the same amount. She was struggling with wanting to believe him and wanting to keep her guard in place. Stefano didn’t say anything more. It wasn’t the right time to convince her that they belonged together. Besides, he needed to talk to Alexei about it. Stef was reasonably certain Lex felt the same way about their beautiful guest.

Stefano let his eyes drop to her breasts. He watched them quiver as her breathing became uneven. It was likely her nervousness over his reaction to her art was temporarily forgotten. He reveled in the fact that he could affect her with nothing more than a look.

He snapped his eyes to hers. His demeanor changed from that of the supportive boyfriend—he was already thinking of her as someone he wanted in his life—to that of a Dom. The transition was natural for him. The day he and Lex had found out about this lifestyle was the day a huge weight lifted from his shoulders. He didn’t want to be one of those sick bastards who controlled a woman. Stefano liked women. He liked talking to them and laughing with them. He liked looking at them and listening to them. They were sexy and sensual.

But this was a necessary part of his soul that he couldn’t deny. Finding a woman who was smart, strong, and independent, yet who was secure enough in her self-esteem and self-worth to cede control to him, this made him want to dance with joy.

Not now, though. Right now he had a sub quaking with need, waiting for him to take control.

“Sammy, go upstairs and put your dress away in your room. Find something soft and sexy in your dresser. I expect to find you kneeling in the center of my room in ten minutes.”

Her pupils widened and her nostrils flared. He waited for her to deal with her desire enough to comply with his command. The way she reacted to him now that she was openly submissive revealed her in a way nothing else could. Stefano treasured this precious gift. Even Samantha wasn’t aware of the enormity of what she’d given.

Finally, her eyes refocused. “Stefano, if it’s all the same to you, I’d rather not wear the hand-me-downs from your other submissives. Also, I don’t know which room is yours.”

They hadn’t given her a tour of the house. It was an oversight he’d remedy tonight. Her request, couched in polite terms as it was, made him smile. “Sammy, those outfits were purchased for you. Except for the furniture, everything in that room is new. We had it painted for you. The linens, the bedding, even the mattress is new.”

She regarded him with a mixture of curiosity and bewilderment. “Everything is white. Is it a purity theme? Did you want me to act like a virgin?”

Stefano shook his head. “I want you to be yourself. I’m not into role-playing. Lex has more patience for that kind of thing, though he’s not into virgins. Neither of us are. We never have been.” He stepped aside and gave her a shove toward the door. “My room is right past yours. Eight minutes, Sammy. Late slaves earn a punishment.”

She walked from the room with small, mincing steps that had him frowning until he remembered the Smart Balls he’d put inside her. Those would have to come out for the kind of things he had in mind for her.

Sammy wasted no time. She wanted whatever Stefano had planned. Taking her cue from their expectations at the hotels both times, Sammy didn’t knock at the closed door. The knob made no sound and neither did the door as she pushed it open.

The room was massive, much larger than the room they had assigned her. With a quick sweep of her eyes, she drank in the simple masculinity of the furniture. Like her room, the walls were painted stark white. It contrasted sharply with the Japanese-style lacquer furniture. The drapes leading to the balcony were open, and sunlight flooded the room.

Near the foot of the bed, Stefano sat sprawled in an upholstered chair, his arms resting on the black lacquer frame. He had removed his clothes, but he wore a red silk robe. The pattern on it was distinctly Japanese. It gaped open, baring a deep vee of muscles on his chest. The short robe fell almost to his knees. His legs were spread so that the robe was loose, prohibiting her from knowing if he already had an erection or if he was growing one watching her enter the room.

Sam wanted to pull away the silk cord holding it in place and taste every delicious inch of him. She wanted to inhale his masculine scent until she felt drunk on the promise of more to come.

He said nothing, watching silently as she knelt in front of him. The position hadn’t been specified, but she thought this occasion called for her to kneel up. Part of her wanted to hear his stern voice demand that she offer herself to him. Just thinking about it made her pussy weep.

Sammy knelt, knitted her fingers behind her neck, and focused on a spot on the floor at his feet. She waited in silence, wondering what he thought of the lingerie she had chosen. He had requested something soft and sexy.

Two distinct styles of clothing filled some of the drawers. The first style was similar to what Alexei had dressed her in the night before. Stiff corsets, bustiers in a variety of styles, and what she thought might be a chastity belt filled two drawers in the dresser. The third drawer contained soft bras, matching underwear, and teddies. She took the chance that the powder blue bra that barely covered her nipples and the matching lace thong were items Stefano had chosen for her.

The silence stretched, wearing on her nerves. Those little balls inside her had vibrated the entire time she scurried around her room, washing herself and dressing as quickly as she could. The washing seemed pointless now. She could smell the musky evidence of her desire that the balls didn’t let wane.

If he didn’t say something soon, she was going to die.

“Stand up, Sammy.”

She rose.

“Turn around, honey. Let me see all of you.”

Sammy obeyed, turning as slowly, sensuously, and gracefully as she could. This was more than just an inspection. This was a dance meant to entice him into action.

When she faced him again, the flame of his desire left his face looking sharp and hungry. He beckoned her closer.

“Spread your legs, Sammy. Let me have the Smart Balls.”

He held his hand under her pussy, just out of reach. She entertained a brief vision of lowering her body and grinding against it. Breathing deeply, she closed her eyes and concentrated. She had been wearing them for a half hour by her calculation. They were a pain in the ass to keep from slipping and sliding, but it was more difficult to release them than she thought it would be.

Without too much of a wait, they fell from her body into his hand. He held them out in front of him, studying them for a reason unfathomable to Samantha. Then he lifted them to his mouth and popped them both inside. She watched his cheeks bulge and hollow as he moved them around, sucking them clean. He closed his eyes, appearing to savor the flavors. After far too long, one emerged from between his lush lips. The other followed in short order. He set them on the round table next to the chair that Sam had failed to notice until that moment.

“Come sit on my lap, Sammy. I want a kiss.”

She slid onto his lap. His arms opened to welcome her, and he held her close. She stared at his lips for a full second before she realized he expected her to kiss him. Only too glad to comply, she bent her head and brushed her lips against his, feathering across them in a teasing caress. She wondered how much he would let her get away with before he threw her to the bed, spanked her ass, and rode her hard.

The myriad punishments presenting themselves destroyed her panties. It also ruined any plans she had for teasing him to frenzy. She was losing control of her desires. Her tongue wanted to be inside his mouth, tasting and licking until they were both breathless.

He opened to her. One hand twined in the thick mass of her hair and the other slid up the inside of her thigh. She parted for him. There was no way she would even consider denying him access to what was his.

He played with her, running his knuckle over the drenched panties and teasing her sensitive mound. While she wasn’t shaven, she had trimmed it short. All sensations there intensified. She moaned, and he captured the vibration in his mouth. Possession of the kiss reversed. Stefano was master.

As if he sensed the moment of her surrender, he gently pulled aside the crotch to her thong. His long, thick fingers parted her lips. Sammy let her legs fall open to give him full access. He circled her clit with his thumb while two fingers explored the inside of her sopping channel.

Sammy thrust toward his hand, wanting him harder and faster. Belatedly, she hoped he wouldn’t pull away as punishment for her wantonness.

She moaned as he did exactly what she wanted. Pressure built low in her abdomen until it burst. Pleasant relief washed through her bloodstream.

He patted her on the hip. “Get up, Sammy.”

Sam jumped to her feet, stumbling because her knees were weak and her legs were shaky. Stefano caught her easily. He didn’t release her until she regained her balance.

“I’m sorry,” she said, the words rushing from her mouth.

“That’s okay.” He smiled and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’d rather you didn’t break your ankle.”

The apology hadn’t been for her lack of coordination. That was his fault, anyway. She risked direct eye contact. “I meant for coming without permission.”

He tugged at the tie holding his robe together. The soft silk parted, whispering promises. She searched his expression for evidence he was disappointed or upset, but she found only arrogance and hunger. Taking her hand, he led her to the bed. With the roll of his shoulders, he released the silk and let it slide to the floor.

Sam watched as he settled in the center of the bed, reclining back on the pillows. He put one hand under his head and gazed at her, his eyes heavy-lidded with naked desire. He held his other hand out to Samantha. “C’mere, Sammy. I want you to touch me.”

Kneeling on the bed next to him, she started with her hands on his chest. He was warm and hard under her fingertips. His skin was like the silk he so carelessly dropped to the floor. Sammy savored the feel of him. His muscles jumped and flexed. The hitch in his breathing told her that he liked what she was doing.

She expanded the area of her exploration, running her hands along his arms and legs. When she nudged his hip, he turned over to let her access his back. He groaned when she added her lips. “God, Sammy. I love the way you use your mouth.”

This was different from the way she thought he would be. Their first time together, Stefano had been the rougher of the pair. Now he reveled in the gentleness of this encounter. She added her tongue to her arsenal. Stefano held out for far longer than the groans and gasps coming from him indicated he’d be able to withstand her onslaught.

When he turned and grabbed her arms to draw her closer, he was tender, almost reverent in the way he handled her. His fingertips glided over her flesh, spreading more than desire through her body. Her lingerie fell away, and he continued caressing her with his hands and his lips until she lay beneath him, trembling with need and with the enormity of the moment.

Stefano was making love to her. Samantha hadn’t expected this, but she couldn’t find strength or reason to refuse this from him. He didn’t say the words, showing her with actions only. He slid inside her, dominant only in his control of the situation. In all other respects, they were equals, each giving as much as they took.

He held her hands as they raced toward the ultimate climax. Fingers entwined and eyes locked together, Sam and Stef fell over the precipice together.

Afterward, he held her close and stroked her hair.

He broke the silence much too soon. His hand stilled in her hair, mid-stroke. “Lex will be up soon. I need to prepare you for him.”

It was the last thing Samantha expected him to say. After the morning they spent together, after his declaration of...Well, he hadn’t actually declared anything.

Emotions churned inside Samantha. It seemed to her that she and Stefano had taken their relationship to the next level. Where, exactly, did that leave her with Alexei? She hadn’t walked on the beach with him. She hadn’t discussed art or shown him her website. He hadn’t made love to her.