Michele Zurlo (20 page)

If he was surprised by her easy acquiescence or her reluctance, it didn’t show on his face. “Spread your legs.”

His fingers were inside her before she could widen her stance. She grabbed his shoulders for balance while he fucked her that way. Cream rushed to lubricate her walls, and he found her sweet spot. The ice had done its job, and her pussy was no longer swollen or sore. But it was still a little tender, which just made it more receptive to pleasure. She threw her head back and struggled to spread her legs.

She thrust against his hand, chasing that delicious release. Just when she felt the first stirrings of a climax, he withdrew his fingers and licked them clean, savoring every drop of her juices. He’d never hid his enjoyment from her, and she still found it fascinating how much he loved her taste.

He produced a small bullet vibrator. Its diminutive size didn’t fool her. She knew how much power it packed. He inserted it halfway. “Clench, honey.”

Holding it was easier said than done. Luckily she only had to keep it until he had the belt in place. For something that was supposed to ensure she didn’t receive sexual stimulation, the thing so far had only been used to tease and torment. She might welcome an afternoon employing it for its intended use.

“This will add another dimension to your punishment. You came without permission four times this afternoon, and then you were rude to Mistress Hera. For that, you will remain on your knees for the remainder of the evening. This will remind you of your position.” He traced his thumb over her collarbone as if the words he’d spoken had been loving and tender.

Sabrina gaped at him in astonishment. He’d forced her to climax all those times. She’d asked, but he kept refusing permission. Being bound, having the plug in her ass, and his finesse as a lover had been more than she could resist.

“Shocked the argument right out of you, haven’t I?” He grinned, gloating even further.

“You bastard.” She whispered the word, which was the most she could manage right now.

He wove one hand into the hair above the nape of her neck and squeezed. She winced at this unexpected violence, and her juices went into overdrive. He knew how to push her buttons too well.

Pulling down, he forced her head back. Tears pricked behind her eyes, and he bit her neck just below the black leather collar, sucking the skin there into his mouth. She cried out in pain as the bruise formed that marked her as his. She dug her fingers into his arms, no doubt leaving fingerprint bruises, but the action was in vain. It didn’t counteract the sting and it didn’t make him stop.

While it hurt, she wasn’t tempted to call her safe word. He’d been like this only a handful of times before. Each time he put her through hell and sent her to the heavens. In moments, the force of his bite tapered off, and he released her neck with a loud slurp.

He lifted his head and studied his handiwork. The pressure of the fist in her hair eased. “Yep. I’m a bastard. Now get on your knees and crawl to the kitchen. You’ll keep me company while I make dinner.”

The rumble of deep voices coming from the direction of the front door penetrated Samantha’s state of total concentration. Dropping everything, she ran from her studio overlooking the ocean to the front door of a house she considered obscenely large. Three people did not need this much space.

She skidded to a stop at the edge of the rug, suddenly remembering that she was dressed. Her oversized painting shirt was stained with a multitude of colors, and her washed-out jeans weren’t much better. If she was going to greet her Masters wearing clothing, which was technically against the rules, she was of the firm opinion that it should be the sexy kind. Looking like an escapee from a painting crew didn’t make her list of styles most likely to cause her men to drool.

“Remember when we used to have this wonderful submissive who greeted us at the door each day on her knees, wearing nothing but a smile?” Lex set his briefcase on a round table in the foyer whose only purpose was to hold flower arrangements. His back was to her as he spoke to his brother. “Long blonde hair, wide blue eyes, lips so luscious you had a hard time deciding whether to kiss or fuck them.”

Sam heard the amusement in his tone, but it still stung. She took great pride in her submissive role in their relationship. Once again, she’d let them both down.

Stefano placed his case next to Lex’s. He tugged at his tie. “You know how she gets when she’s in the middle of something.”

When her Masters were at work, which was most of the time, Samantha was free to do what she wanted. She could work on a painting or lay on the beach. The time belonged to her. When either one or the both of them were home, which didn’t happen as often as she liked, her time belonged to them. She belonged to them.

“Sorry,” she said, interrupting and drawing attention to her presence. She leaned against the doorway, gauging their reactions before she decided on the best course of action. “I was researching.”

Lex turned toward the sound of her voice, moving in a way that gave her a clear view of both her men. They were tall, a couple inches over six feet, which she loved. Being a tall woman who was also submissive, she liked a larger, stronger man who could overpower her to exert his will.

Both had thick, black hair and startling blue eyes that could change from tender and loving to hard and demanding faster than she could process the transformation. She spent hours studying the way light played over the planes of their sharp cheekbones and the angles of their jaws. Their matching jackets hung deliciously from their broad shoulders. She loved how their bodies tapered to trim waists before flaring into powerful thighs.

Mouthwateringly handsome, charismatic, dominant, and sexy, they were identical in every way, save one. Being mirror images of each other, Alexei was left-handed and Stefano was right-handed. Almost nobody could tell them apart, but Samantha never confused them, not even when they were asleep. When she looked at her men, she saw the subtle differences, like the way Lex’s gaze always lingered on her breasts or the way Stef defended her when he should have been preparing to punish her.

Stefano’s eyes lit up when he saw her. He shed his suit jacket, throwing it on the table with his briefcase. “What were you researching?”

Lex also threw his jacket on the table, but he folded it first. “Painting I can excuse. Was the research related to painting? Were you looking up anatomy pictures? I told you I’d pose naked for you.”

Laughing, Samantha shook her head. Though she had made somewhat of a name with her paintings of sunsets and sunrises, she had recently begun diversifying her subject matter. “It’s nothing that can’t wait until I take care of my Masters. We can talk about it later.”

She tugged her shirt over her head and let it fall to the floor. Her bra and jeans followed. She hadn’t been wearing panties. Stefano had shredded her last pair, and she hadn’t been shopping since then. After sliding to her knees, she arched her back until her hands gripped her ankles. She was completely open to them, an offering of her body and her submission.

“I’m not sure, Lex. I think I might prefer watching the striptease to missing it.” Stefano’s shadow loomed over her, but she knew better than to move. “Sammy? Was your research related to the reason Jonas called us at the office today?”

Her brother had called her after he failed to get either Lex or Stef on the phone. He’d only asked if she knew where they were or when they planned to be home. Ellen’s call had come afterward, and that had led to the bout of research.

“I don’t know Master. Jonas only asked when you’d be home. I told him to call back after seven.” She couldn’t resist a tiny smile. She knew they were scheduled to be home by five.

Lex promptly reminded her of that fact. “Samantha, did you lie to your brother?”

“No, Master. I didn’t think you’d want to talk to him the moment you arrived home. I simply told him to call when he had the best chance of reaching you when you weren’t busy.” That time might put the call smack in the middle of dinner, but she didn’t worry about that.

A hand closed over her breast. Lex had moved from the visual to the tactile. He squeezed the stretched mound before pinching her nipple between his fingers. She gasped as the small pain brought a tingle of pleasure.

“Am I going to be busy?”

Another hand treated her untouched nipple to the same torture. Stefano wasn’t as sadistic as Lex when it came to her breasts, but he did know the exact pressure that made her pussy clench.

“If you wish, Master.” The words stumbled from between her lips as Lex’s mouth closed around her throbbing nipple.

Stefano slid his hand up her neck to cup her cheek. “What do you wish, Sammy?”

Even at this angle, she didn’t mistake the glint in his eyes. “I wish to please you, Master, however you want.”

Lex trailed his mouth down her stomach, scorching her skin with his hot lips. He rimmed her navel with his tongue. She gasped as his hand traveled lower, lingering on her bare mons, inches from her anxious pussy.

Stef’s tender caress disappeared. He removed his belt and unbuttoned his pants. She licked her lips as he pulled his erection free and shoved his boxers down his legs. They pooled around his ankles with his pants.

Though she couldn’t see what he was doing, it sounded like Lex was doing the same thing.

“Kneel up. You’re going to need both hands.”

Being upright meant she got to see them both at the same time, which she liked very much. Lex stood next to Stef, and she could see that he’d discarded his pants completely. Two erections pointed at her, and her two men regarded her with expectant expressions.

This was better than painting. She wrapped a hand around the base of each man’s cock. Last time, she’d started with Stef, so this time she licked the purpled crown of Lex’s cock first. When it was wet enough, she prepared Stef the same way. Back and forth, she sucked one cock and then the other. It wasn’t enough to bring either of her Masters to orgasm, but they both liked sharing her in this manner. It was foreplay. With enough practice, she was confident she could learn to coordinate her hands and mouth well enough to make them both climax at the same time.

When it got to be too much, they lifted her together, communicating almost telepathically to synchronize the timing. Lex had insisted the front living room have many ottomans of different sizes and shapes. They carried her to a rectangular one long enough to support her from ass to neck.

Her head dangled from one end. Stef positioned himself here. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, accepting the passive role he required just now. He thrust his cock deep, but not enough to choke her. She swallowed as much as she could and hollowed her cheeks to maintain suction.

Lex straddled her chest. He pushed her breasts together, sandwiching his cock between them. Though they didn’t need to, they thrust in tandem. Stef withdrew as Lex thrust forward, rocking her body into the natural rhythm of their pleasure. Before long, Stefano bathed the back of her throat with his semen. She swallowed convulsively, sucking even as he withdrew completely.

She didn’t know whether the friction wasn’t as great on her chest or if Lex drew it out because he loved to fuck her breasts, but he didn’t appear close to finishing.

Stef kissed her, gently and reverently. “I love you, Sammy.”

Tears wet her eyes as tender feelings welled in her heart. “I love you, too, Master.”

With a shout, Lex finished. His ejaculate shot out in three spasms, thankfully missing her face. She was fine with him coming anywhere on or in her body but her face. Knowing it drove him crazy, she smeared it over her entire chest. The spark behind his eyes made her pussy clench.

“Dungeon,” he said. “Now.”

Different rooms in the house had different rules. Her art studio and her bedroom were off-limits. They could only enter at her invitation and everything happened on her terms. Lex was the only Master in his bedroom, as was Stef when they were in his room. In the rest of the house, they shared dominion over Sam, and they tended to just have wild sex.

In the dungeon, they played hard. Bondage was expected, as was the use of floggers, paddles, various toys, and other kinds of whips. Samantha liked moderate amounts of pain as long as it ended with orgasm. Lex and Stef were often in the mood to oblige. After all, they were the ones who introduced her to that need. They should be the ones who fulfilled it.

This was a reward. Even though she hadn’t been at the door to greet them when they arrived home, both Masters were pleased with her.

She peeled herself from the leather ottoman and headed toward the stairs that led to the lower level. Lex and Stef would follow, but not immediately.

After punching in the code to unlock the door, she opened it up and turned on the lights. The dungeon looked a lot different than it had the first time they’d brought her down. For starters, she’d redecorated. The walls had been soundproofed, and the mahogany floor was now littered with soft mats. Kneeling on hardwood all the time was hell on the knees. It was great for a kitchen floor, but it didn’t work for her as an option in the dungeon.

The attached bathroom had been completely remodeled. It now had a tub large enough for three and a shower in which they could all fit.

She’d also managed to have most of the equipment she hadn’t liked replaced with things she enjoyed far more. The Y-table, which was one of her favorite pieces as long as she wasn’t being punished on it, occupied one corner. A large St. Andrew’s cross—she found it romantic—was mounted to another wall.