Zurlo, Michele - Two Masters for Samantha [Awakenings 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (15 page)

“Yes.” Her smile grew. “But not as much as you do, Stef.”

He trailed a finger down her cheek. “I’m going to ejaculate all over your breasts. What do you think about that?”

This was a test. Alexei remained silent, watching for her reaction. So many women disliked this part of Stefano, the part that needed to mark them this way. They didn’t seem to mind semen in their mouths, but many drew the line about having it on their bodies.

“I think I like watching your face when you come. Just don’t ask me to call you ‘master’ and we’re fine.”

Stefano smiled and kissed her again, long and slow. “I like hearing you say my name. It amazes me that you never seem to confuse us.”

A faint blush stained her cheeks. “It took me a minute to figure out who was who when I woke up the other morning. I figured you were the one with your face in my chest.”

Alexei couldn’t resist. “Why is that?”

Samantha nailed him with a sweet, knowing smile that went straight to his dick and made it twitch. “Stef is a breast man. I haven’t figured you out yet. You seem to have an equal appreciation for all parts.”

Stefano laughed. “He’s into posture.”

That smile turned to a frown as her back straightened, pulling away from Stefano’s embrace. “Posture?”

“Yeah.” Alexei crooked his finger at her. “Come here and I’ll show you.”

She planted one last kiss on Stefano’s cheek before abandoning him to stand in front of Alexei.

Alexei repositioned himself to lean against the back of the sofa. “Straddle me.”

Samantha planted her knees on either side of his thighs, but she didn’t sit down. Her hands hung at her sides as she waited for instructions.

“Put your hands on your ankles and let your head hang back.”

Her movements were quick and graceful. Golden hair streamed loosely, almost brushing the soles of her sandals. She kept her back and elbows straight, thrusting her breasts high. She was a perfect triangle.

Reaching behind her, Alexei removed her shoes. “You have dance training, don’t you?”

“Yes, but I haven’t danced in years.”

But it still reflected in the beauty and grace of her movements. “You’ll dance for us, but not tonight.”

Did she stiffen?

“Let’s not talk about more than just tonight.”

Yes, he hadn’t imagined it. “Why not?”

She held the pose while she spoke, impressing him even though he didn’t like what she said. “You live in
Florida
. I live here. I’m not under the impression this is going to lead to anything more than multiple orgasms.”

He let his hand explore her body instead of answering. The fact that she was right didn’t help set the mood. He met Stef’s gaze over the top of Samantha’s body. Silently, they agreed to table the topic.

She moaned when he pressed the heel of his hand between her legs. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”

Alexei lifted his brow, but the gesture went unnoticed. Her chest rose and fell in rapid pants, and she pushed her pelvis against his hand. He pressed harder. “If you come, I’ll whip this naughty pussy until you beg and scream.”

Samantha’s breaths came harder. He couldn’t tell whether she was working to stave off her climax or achieve it. “My God, Lex. It might be worth it.”

When she thrust against him, it settled the question for Alexei. He tugged at the fabric around the button on her shorts, jerking it free. She sighed as he unzipped, probably thinking he meant to give her relief. As much as he wanted to bury his face between her legs, he couldn’t reward her greedy behavior.

He slid the shorts down to expose her delicate lacy panties, pink to match her shirt, her nail polish, and her lip gloss. He noticed these details. He liked that she took the time to do these things even though she hadn’t expected to see him or Stef.

Lifting her, he repositioned her body so that she lay, stomach-down, across one of his legs. He lifted his other leg, bringing it down across the back of her thighs where he had pushed her shorts and panties to expose her ass. Stefano moved closer. He captured her wrists and pressed them to the sofa cushion above her head. Confused, she lifted her head to look up at Stefano. There were questions in her eyes that didn’t make it past her lips.

That was something they would have to work on with her. If she had questions, she needed to ask them.

Alexei planted a hand on the small of her back. “I’m going to spank you, Samantha. Do you know why?”

As expected, she squirmed. This would be the last time she let them maneuver her into this kind of position unchallenged. Alexei looked forward to the struggle. He preferred a spirited submissive. Perhaps that was why he was so drawn to her. She would fight him each time.

“I didn’t come!”

“No, but you were trying to, even after I specifically told you not to.”

“Lex.” It was a plea. She was too perceptive. She had learned what it did to him when she called him by the nickname reserved for close friends and family. “Maybe you want a blowjob instead.”

He laughed at her attempt to bargain her way out of her punishment. “That’s not a punishment. You like giving them.” She tried to say more, but he swung, delivering the first blow. It was hard enough to sting, but not enough to drive her away. Whatever she had been about to say turned into a yelp.

She went still, and he paused to let her process the sensation and the emotion. Some punishments were meant to be painful deterrents. This one was meant to reprimand and help her hold off the orgasm. From the way her panties were drenched, Alexei knew she needed the distraction badly.

When he saw her arms tense with the effort to break Stefano’s hold, he knew she was ready for more. “Count them out, Samantha. That was one. You’ll take ten.”

He swung again and her body jerked. They had a good hold on her. She wasn’t going anywhere. She didn’t count, so he swung again and again. Now she fought with her whole body, but she didn’t tell him to stop.

“They don’t count if you don’t count them out,” Stefano warned. “When Lex gets tired, I’ll take over. And, Sammy? I’m not as gentle.”

She froze and lifted her head, a defiant glint in her eye. “It’s okay,” she said. “If he keeps doing this, I’m going to come anyway.”

Alexei bit his lip to hold back a chuckle. He was being too considerate of her newbie status, centering the blows so that they stimulated her as well as stung the flesh. He wanted to train her body to equate the pleasure with the pain, but it looked as if she was already there. He centered the next blow so that it hit only one cheek.

The sharp sound that escaped her wasn’t voluntary. That defiant glint morphed into a murderous glare. “You suck.”

Stefano turned his head away to hide his amusement. If they weren’t careful, this could degenerate quickly.

Alexei managed to keep it together. He smacked her again, concentrating the force in the same spot. She yelped and bucked against him. “Count them out.”

“Two.”

She spat venom with each number, but she didn’t ask him to stop. When he finished, he caressed the angry red handprint on her left cheek and wondered how long it would take to fade. He glanced at the clock. They needed to know this about her body. If she had sensitive skin, the punishments would need to be lighter. If not, they might have to use heavier hands to achieve the desired results.

She drew a sharp intake of breath at the contact, but she didn’t fight him and she didn’t try to pull away.

“Still feel like coming?”

“Yes.”

Thank goodness. She had denied her ability to find pleasure this way so convincingly. “Still feel like you’re going to come?”

“No.”

Stefano released her wrists and Alexei released her legs from beneath his. With slow, careful movements that were no less graceful, Samantha knelt up. She didn’t move from between his legs, but she did stare at him with a curious expression on her face. He hadn’t pulled her panties or her shorts back up, and neither had she. Sam’s golden strip of hair glistened with evidence of her desire. Her posture was ramrod straight and his cock ached to echo the position.

“If you have a question, Samantha, you need to ask it.”

“I’m allowed to just ask questions?”

“Yes.” While he and Stef normally forbade their submissives from speaking without permission, something inside him didn’t want to extend this rule to Samantha.

She nodded thoughtfully. “I don’t think you can answer it.”

“Not if you don’t ask it.”

She tilted her head to the side. “I was wondering if it was actually possible to come just from being spanked.”

Alexei grinned. “It is, but you won’t be coming that way tonight. Stef and I have other plans for you.”

Stefano sat on the sofa next to Alexei. He had moved the coffee table from the center of the furniture grouping so that now it sat off to the side. The items on the table were accessible, but not in the way.

“Yeah,” Stefano said. “Stand up and strip for us, Sammy. I like watching you undress.”

With a grin, she rose to stand on those long legs. Stefano might be a breast man, but he was indiscriminant about size and shape. Alexei was finding out that he had a distinct preference for Samantha’s shapely legs. He wanted to see them splayed and tied to his bedposts.

She dropped her jean shorts first. They slid to the floor when she stood, taking her panties with them.

The shirt disappeared second, revealing that she was wearing a strapless bra. Alexei liked that. He understood the necessity of wearing a bra, especially for a woman with nice-sized breasts like Samantha, but he thought it was tacky to let the strap show.

Her hand crept up her back slowly, twisting to unhook her bra. Her eyes met Stefano’s as she crossed her arms over her chest, holding the cups of the bra over her breasts with her hands. A sultry smile settled on her lips as she held the pose.

Knowing she held Stefano in her thrall, Alexei found his voice. “Drop the bra, Samantha.”

Her hands fell away, and the delicate pink scrap of lacy silk fluttered to the floor, landing next to her shirt.

Silence. She stood, proud and naked, in the center of the room, watching them as they studied her body.

Stefano pointed to the wingback chair he had vacated. “Sit there, Sammy.”

She glanced at the chair and then back at Alexei, uncertainty hovering beneath an unasked question. Alexei said nothing. She needed to follow instructions from both of them. At last, she sat down.

“Spread your legs,” Stefano said. His tone was an octave higher than it had been a minute ago.

Those long, long legs moved apart. Alexei wanted to kneel before her. He was reasonably certain Stef had the same thought, but he wasn’t willing to tear his eyes from Samantha to find out.

“Touch yourself, Sammy,” Stefano said. “But don’t come until we tell you to.”

With a smile that was entirely too confident, Samantha lifted one leg and dropped it over the arm of the chair, opening her pussy to their view. With one hand, she spread the lips of her pussy. Alexei watched her fingers play over her glistening folds.

This part was instructional for both him and Stefano. While they had both pleasured her before, they had done so on their terms. This was the part that told them exactly how she liked to be touched. It had been unnecessary before, but it was crucial now that they planned to spend a lot of time teasing and torturing. Distancing himself from her erotic display, he watched where she put her fingers and what kind of pressure she used. He noted where she teased and where she created the most friction.