Michele Zurlo (21 page)

In the corner that had been cluttered with four kinds of spanking benches, a huge mattress stood on a raised platform. Eyehooks had been built into the frame every twelve inches, making it the perfect place for bondage activities. Because they were sunk into the wood, they didn’t get in the way if part of her was hanging off the bed.

They had kept one spanking bench. It was a simplistic one consisting of a two-by-ten piece of wood on legs that supported her hips. A four-by-four piece formed a chest support that didn’t interfere with access to her breasts. A final piece supported the other end. Nothing supported her head, which meant they had full access to her mouth.

Hooks and chains dangled from various places on the ceiling. Samantha knelt in the designated area in the center of the room, just below two heavy chains that connected to an exposed support beam.

Desire caused an ache between her legs, and she knew they would take their time seeing to it. Both of her Masters were sated for the moment. Since they loved to tease and touch her, she had no doubt she’d be begging in no time.

She folded her hands behind her back to resist the urge to touch herself and widened her knees so that she was spread wide. Masturbation and orgasms weren’t permitted without permission, which meant supervision. Even when they traveled for business, on those rare occasions she didn’t go with them, they wanted to watch her masturbate on video chat.

After an eternity, she heard them coming down the hall. The soundproofing worked two ways, but she’d left the door open. That was also protocol. She wasn’t allowed to close the door to the dungeon. She could open it, but only her Masters could close it.

Her breath hitched as she heard the door close and the telltale
snick
of the bolts as they locked it. They came to stand in front of her.

“Have you been a good submissive?” Stefano asked the question that started each of their scenes. Samantha’s first trip to the dungeon wasn’t her favorite. Stefano had forced her to call him “Master” when she hadn’t wanted to. She’d suppressed her anger until one day, about a year after she’d moved in, it had boiled over. That had been one hell of an argument. Stefano had apologized for days, and she had also admitted that she hated being called a slave. Since then they’d engaged in many conversations, gradually developing a protocol that worked for them all.

She couldn’t lie. Unless they called to say otherwise, she was supposed to meet them at the door, kneeling and naked. It was the one requirement on which they both insisted. “No, Master. I wasn’t at the door when you got home.”

Stef looked to Lex, one brow lifted as he silently asked his brother’s opinion. Perhaps he hadn’t expected her to answer that way.

Lex lifted her chin until her gaze met his. “You have been a little neglectful lately. We’ll discuss that later, after dinner. An appropriate punishment will be decided then.”

“Yes, Master.” They never failed to take care of her, but she’d failed six times in the past two weeks, and they had yet to punish her. That wasn’t a great track record for any of them.

Lex released her chin. She returned her gaze to the floor.

“Other than that, have you been a good submissive?” Stefano asked again.

She recognized the edge in his voice that betrayed his impatience. If she had broken any other rules, she had no doubt he would have been ruthless in his punishment, in part for ruining his plans tonight. Of the pair, Stefano was definitely the stricter disciplinarian. Good thing she’d spent the morning at the spa and the afternoon researching Elysium. It had kept her out of trouble. “Yes, Master. I have been good.”

“On your feet.” Lex pulled her up as he gave the order. He regarded her with a brilliant smile, and then he blocked her vision with a blindfold. She loved not being able to see anything. It seemed to magnify her other senses.

Her Masters loved using the blindfold because it was the only time she couldn’t tell them apart. Well, most of the time. Every now and again, one of them would say or do something to give it away. They liked playing the anonymous twin games, and she liked to let them have their fun.

A motor whirred to life. Since they hadn’t moved her, she guessed they were lowering the chains directly above her. A collar came around her neck. The soft, brushed leather caressed her skin, and the distinctive scent filled her nose, bringing with it the memory of multiple orgasms.

Each of her arms was lifted and cuffs were attached. A bar threaded through a ring on one cuff, continued through one on her collar, and ended after it passed through the ring on her other cuff. She heard the click of snaps locking into place and the whir of the motor pulling up the slack in the lines. Because it was hooked through her collar, they wouldn’t force her to stand on tiptoe. Its sole purpose was to provide stability and support, which she would need when they really got going.

Soft leather encircled both her ankles at the same time. A spreader bar was slid through the rings on those as well. Now she was locked in position with her arms and legs spread wide. Her body was a blank canvas on which they could work their magic.

Fingers slid between the cuffs and her skin, one final safety check before they began. Other than to give orders, neither of her Masters would say much from now until the blindfold was removed. Sometimes she could tell their voices apart. It wasn’t the sound so much as some of the subtle inflections or the way certain things were phrased. Still, they wouldn’t take unnecessary chances.

One of them gathered her hair and secured it out of the way. Two sets of hands roamed her body, caressing every surface and exploring every crevice. The invasiveness only served to remind her how completely she belonged to them and how powerless she was in this room.

Lips nibbled each earlobe, sending shivers down her spine and through her breasts. She moaned and arched her back, searching for more contact, but she found only air. The lips had gone as well.

She ran her tongue along her lower lip in an attempt to lure one of her Masters close for a kiss. Nobody bit.

She listened intently, and she was able to discern the sounds of one person moving through the room. That mean the other one had his eyes on her. They wouldn’t leave her alone bound like this, not after she informed them that having a closed circuit camera set up for viewing wasn’t the same thing. The first time they’d punished her in this room, they’d left her bound to a table with a machine forcing her to have orgasm after orgasm. That had been the same night Stef had forced her to use his title. It had been the last night they’d ever done something that reckless.

Not having been in long-term relationships before, neither of her Masters was well versed in setting limits and boundaries. Communication was one of the areas they were still working on.

When they had remodeled the media room, the cameras were removed.

Something soft tickled across the back of her calf. It wasn’t substantial enough to be the falls of a flogger or the flap of a crop. It moved up to the back of her knee. Samantha was ticklish there. Her knee involuntarily jerked, trying to escape the feeling, and she giggled. The tickle changed to a scratch, as if he was dragging the edge of a broken paintbrush over her skin.

The soft tickling alternated with scratching as the sensation explored around her thighs and ass, up her back, and down her front. He even stroked the soft thing over her freshly waxed pussy lips, something else that had occupied her time that morning at the spa. Thank goodness she healed quickly.

Because no pattern was followed with the stroking and scratching, she never knew what to expect. Every contact sent her nerves rioting. Breathing became difficult because she kept sucking in her breath. Cream seeped from her pussy with every caress.

Abruptly the instrument changed. The sound of falls swishing through the air was her only warning. They fell hard against the left side of her ass. She thought her nerves were on edge before, but now she knew they’d tricked her body. The next blow sailed through the air, but she was ready for the sting. Only it never came. The falls were softer than a tap, another caress when she expected pain.

They established a pattern this time. Soft blows alternated with sharp stings. Her body tingled. Her breasts swelled and her pussy wept. She needed more. They moved around her, aiming with strategy and care. The deerskin stroked her abdomen and breasts while the tougher leather caught her pussy and thighs.

Just when she thought she couldn’t stand it anymore, she felt the press of bare skin along her back, ass, and thighs. A hard cock lodged against the curve of her ass, and a hand massaged lubrication into her anus. She guessed Stefano, but she had no way of knowing until he started fucking. Stef tended to be a little rougher, not that she was complaining. She liked it rough. She liked it gentle. She liked it fast or slow. Her Masters were good at pretty much everything.

He placed his cockhead against her tight ring of muscle, and then he gripped her hips with both hands. It was all the warning she was going to get. He thrust hard, burying his cock completely. She exhaled at exactly the right time, relaxing enough to avoid injury. His actions confirmed her assessment. Lex liked to ease his way in. Stef went balls out from the start.

“Stef.” His name came out as a sigh, a sensual caress that revealed her heart.

He growled against the nape of her neck. “Vixen.”

Behind his growl, she heard his smile. He liked that she knew him so well, that no matter how often he tried to act like he was half of a pair, she saw him as an individual.

His powerful thighs flexed behind hers as he withdrew and thrust again. In front of her, Lex continued alternating the floggers that caressed and stung, though he was careful to center his action on her breasts. Typical Lex, but it also made sure he didn’t accidentally hit Stefano. While her lovers could take a few hits, they didn’t enjoy it the way Sam did.

A kaleidoscope opened in the darkness behind the blindfold as they worked their magic. Colors burst as heat traveled through her system, but it wasn’t enough. She needed more.

“Lex.” Another sigh, but this time it was wrapped in a plea. She needed him.

Stefano halted as the floggers fell away. Soon Alexei’s belly pressed against hers. He guided his cock into her tight pussy, and she finally felt complete. Both of her Masters had claimed her. Sandwiched between them, connected to both her lovers, bliss washed over her and she lost any semblance of control.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Please love me.”

As they began to move in tandem, Lex pressed a kiss to her lips. “Always, Sammy. Always.”

Stars exploded. She cried out with the first orgasm and they showed no sign of slowing down.

Later as she lay in the big soaker tub with her Masters on either side of her, each exploring her body with lazy caresses, Stef brought up the matter of her research.

“Samantha, what were you looking up so intently that you forgot we were coming home?”

He didn’t sound upset, though he certainly had that right. Not only did both of them send her a text when they left the office, their secretaries each sent texts when the men actually left the building. Four texts should have been warning enough. It left her time to shower away the paint splatters that inevitably ended up on at least her hands, arms, and face.

She snuggled into his shoulder and pressed a kiss on his pectoral muscle where it stuck out above the water line. It was too enticing to resist. “Ellen called. Do you remember that place, Elysium, that you guys took me to last year?”

Stef nodded.

Lex rubbed her thigh, working his way closer to her pussy. “You want to go back? We can arrange some time off. It might only be a weekend, but I think we can manage.”

She took a deep breath. “I want to buy it.”

They both sat up and swiveled to look down at her, twin expressions of confusion marring their identical brows. Their handsomeness made her nipples perk up, which was amazing. After they’d taken her down from the chains, they’d moved her to the bed where they’d taken turns holding her down while the other one fucked her.

Stefano broke the stunned silence first. “You want to run a business?”

“It’s not for sale. Last I heard, the Mehlbergs were in the middle of a nasty divorce.” Lex frowned. She’d never once shown an interest in wanting to own anything, so his confusion was warranted.

She sat up and bit her lower lip. Her stance on that hadn’t changed. She didn’t want to be responsible for anything but seeing to her Masters’ pleasure and painting to her heart’s content. She had a perfect life, and nothing could induce her to tamper with that. “Let me rephrase. I want you to buy it. Ellen has talked to Sophie and Drew about investing already. She’s on board. I think that’s what Jonas was calling you about, so I assume he and Sabrina want to buy it as well. If we all invest, then we’ll each own a quarter share.”

Wheels turned as both men studied her. Finally Stefano cocked his head to one side. “Like Lex said, it’s not for sale. Why does Ellen think they’re suddenly going to change their minds?”

“Apparently they’ve stopped all cash flow to the island. The manager there can’t even pay her workers. Ellen thinks the Mehlbergs are getting ready to sell at a very cheap price. They live in California, so they’d have to split the assets evenly. Ellen thinks Mr. Mehlberg is trying to devalue it so he doesn’t have to pay his wife so much.”