Zurlo, Michele - Two Masters for Samantha [Awakenings 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (37 page)

A hand tangled in the hair at the base of her neck, tilting her face upward. Stefano’s face swam into view. She hadn’t realized how narrow her vision had become. “Sammy?”

She wanted him to kiss her, to lay her down on the mattress and thrust into her until they both came, screaming out their climaxes.

“Green, Sir.” The title came automatically. It was true and right. It defined who he was to her at that moment.

He released her hair, but he wasn’t finished with her. Those talented fingers parted the lips of her pussy. Sammy sighed and opened to him, widening her stance as much as she dared with those damn Smart Balls inside. Her vaginal walls clenched around them as they vibrated in response to her tiny movement. They moved faster when Stefano touched her.

Stefano’s hand didn’t stay there nearly long enough. He pulled her clitoris, subjecting it to the same twisting and pulling as her nipples. The chain dangling from her breasts was pulled downward. Sammy tried to glance down, but the stiff collar prevented her from seeing what he was doing.

When another clamp tightened on her clit, she knew why the chain seemed to have a pendant. Samantha whimpered as he connected her throbbing, weeping clit to her nipples. Now the slightest movement anywhere in her body sent waves of pleasure and pain to mingle and form alliances.

Her lips were dry and her throat was parched. “Why didn’t you do this to me for you?” The question both tumbled and stuttered from her tongue.

Stef straightened to standing, the wry ghost of a smile lighting his face. Desire clouded his eyes. “We put you through a lot last night, Sammy. And we’re going to put you through a lot again today. When I saw you standing on the beach this morning with the wind blowing your hair and your dress plastered to your body, I just...I wanted to talk to you. I wanted to spend time with you that didn’t involve sex or submission. I don’t regret the way we spent the morning, honey, and I’ll more than make up for it tonight.”

Sam’s breath caught. He had jettisoned his plans for her that morning in order to walk on the beach and look at her website. She didn’t know what to say. The bindings and clamps on her body prevented her mind from fully analyzing what he said and how he said it. She knew she would think of this later, when she was lying alone in her bed thinking of the way it felt to have his arms around her while watching the sun rise.

“This, my dear, is how Alexei asked me to dress you before I sent you to him.” He tweaked a nipple. “His door is past mine at the end of the hall.”

Samantha followed Stefano into the hall. “Should I knock?”

“No, honey. Make him wake up with a smile on his face.”

The slamming of the door had awoken Alexei, not that he could have slept for much longer. Though his head hadn’t hit the pillow until almost four in the morning, thoughts of Samantha doing her best to buck and grind against the fucking machine filled his dreams. The juices flowing from her pussy had been so thick he hadn’t needed to stop it and apply more lubricant. No matter how badly he wanted to be that machine, she needed to be taught a lesson. He knew the moment she submitted to that machine, and that machine was the embodiment of his will.

He woke with a painful hard-on and the hope that Stefano hadn’t said something stupid to piss off Samantha enough to make her leave. Stef could be stupid; there was no doubt about it. He often spoke without thinking, almost like he was verbally brainstorming.

And Samantha was quite a woman. She had spirit. He liked that in a woman. Alexei wondered what Stefano had done, but he wouldn’t ask. What he did with Samantha during his time with her was none of Alexei’s business, just as what Alexei did with her was none of Stefano’s concern.

They would wait until she left to compare notes.

He didn’t hear voices raised in anger, so he headed to the bathroom. A little while later, the sound of the doorknob turning and of light footsteps brought him back into the bedroom. There hadn’t been enough time for him to finish dressing. He wore jeans only, and those weren’t buttoned.

The sight that greeted him stole his breath and his ability to move. The drapes were still drawn, so the room was semi-dark. Sunlight streamed in around the edges. Alexei never minded the light. He could sleep under almost any conditions.

Slivers of sunlight filtered across Samantha, illuminating her golden hair and making her skin seem to glow. She was outfitted exactly the way he had asked Stefano to dress her. Though she was turned away from him and her arm was in the way, he knew she wore the nipple and clit clamps. His jeans grew uncomfortably tight as the erection he just relieved demanded the real thing.

She crept toward the bed. He realized her eyes hadn’t adjusted to the lack of light. Memories of the way she woke him in the hotel room surfaced.

He adjusted himself. “Are you looking for me?”

With a squeak, she jumped and turned to face him. He hadn’t meant to scare her, but he couldn’t keep the grin from his lips.

Two loud thumps sounded on the bare wood of his floor. Samantha’s shock morphed to frustration as she bent her head to try to look down. The stiff posture collar around her neck prevented that from happening. “Fuck!”

Alexei studied the floor between her legs and realized what happened. A gift from Stefano. The asshole had made her walk around with Smart Balls inside her vagina. The balls were supposed to be a parting gift, something she would take home with her and wear during designated times. The vibrations would tease her and the exercises would work the muscles in her vaginal walls, not that she lacked in that department. However, the more muscle control she had, the more she would enjoy future torture sessions.

They weren’t meant to be worn for long periods of time. He wondered if this was the reason the door had slammed.

She began with a large gesture, but she checked her movements immediately. Stefano wouldn’t have tightened the clamps too much, but she wasn’t used to wearing them. She would be extra-sensitive. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t supposed to happen. You startled me. I meant to wake you up in a much nicer way.”

Her last sentiment made up for the fact she blamed him for losing her balls. Alexei laughed at the situation and his thought. It was a short chuckle. She was in full bondage gear and she had forgotten her manners. Samantha had earned a punishment. He would make sure it left her begging for more.

“Sir,” he said, prompting her to remember how to address him. He sauntered across the room, closing the empty space between them. He stopped just short of the point of physical contact. “You’re sorry, Sir.”

She swallowed and licked her lips, all the while staring at his. He knew she wanted to be kissed, but he was going to make her ask for it. Today was the day Samantha would admit what she wanted. She would own it, ask for it, beg for it.

“I’m sorry, Sir. Will you punish me?”

Alexei nodded. “Pick them up and hand them to me.”

She bent slowly, gingerly stretching her arm down to grasp the evidence of her downfall. The posture collar prevented her from angling her head to direct her aim. A surge of pride brought a smile to Alexei’s face as he watched her deliberate, graceful movements and her perfect posture. He realized she did this on purpose. She maintained elegant poise because she knew he liked it.

He reached down and, with a steadying hand on her elbow, helped her rise.

She smiled up at him, a sparkle lighting her cornflower eyes. “Thank you, Sir.”

Alexei wanted to kiss her. His need to hear her ask for it was still greater. “Clear the bedding. Fold everything neatly and put it on the credenza.” Without waiting to watch, he turned and headed back to the bathroom, where he rinsed the balls and dug out the alcohol wipes. He would rather not punish her for this, but Stefano had obviously warned her it would happen.

Thinking of Stef brought a frown to Alexei’s face. Samantha didn’t have a single mark on her. No redness or soreness indicated that he had done anything with her. He couldn’t imagine Stef passing up an opportunity to clamp, bind, and whip breasts as ripe and lovely as Samantha’s. They were perfect globes with deep pink areolas. They were Stefano’s idea of the ideal breasts. He had certainly talked about them enough over the past several weeks.

Had Stefano lost interest in Samantha? Was the strong, beautiful submissive in the next room suffering from neglect? Not for long. Stefano might have failed her, but Alexei would not. He caught a glimpse of his face in the mirror as he rinsed the balls again. His dark brows were drawn together and his eyes were darkly menacing.

It wouldn’t be good for Samantha to see him this way. He wasn’t angry with her. He was sorely displeased with Stefano, and that wasn’t her fault.

He reconfigured his expression before rejoining her in the bedroom.

She had done exactly as he directed. The coverlet and the top sheet were neatly folded. Samantha knelt at attention at the foot of the bed. The black straps crossing her body emphasized her submissiveness. The chain connecting her nipples to her clit pulled at all three of her sensitive nubs. Since her hands were folded neatly behind her neck, each breath she took increased that pressure.

Alexei crossed the room, coming to a stop just out of Samantha’s reach. Her eyes, which had been glued to the floor, came up to stare at the place where his jeans were not buttoned. Her pink tongue darted out to moisten those lush, kissable lips.

“Did you have a good morning?” He wasn’t supposed to ask, but he couldn’t help it. Samantha didn’t look as if she’d been satisfied in any way. Her long, blonde hair wasn’t puffy from time spent rolling around in bed, and her body bore no marks that she had received pleasure.

But he couldn’t miss the catlike grin that pulled her lips into a wide smile, and he couldn’t miss the glimmer of satisfaction in her eyes. “Yes, Sir.”

“Then why did you slam your door?” Damn! It was another question that overstepped his authority. Well, too bad. A Master was entitled to know these things.

Samantha either recognized his authority, or she didn’t mind answering the question. “I got mad at Stefano.”

“Did he punish you for this?” Was that why she was wearing the Smart Balls? It wasn’t like Stef to pass off a punishment to anyone else.

“No, Sir.”

“Did he promise to discipline you later?”

“No, Sir.”

Stefano must have been in the wrong. He would never punish Samantha for being angry. Slamming the door would garner a punishment only if she had done it maliciously, like if she had wanted to prolong the fight.

“Are you still mad at Stef?”

“No, Sir. We talked before I came in here.”

Her eyes hadn’t left the place where his cock strained against his jeans.

“Would you like me to take care of that for you, Sir?”

Alexei captured the hand that had darted forward to touch him through the soft denim of his jeans. “Stand up, Samantha.” He helped her up, though he knew she didn’t need the assistance. “Turn around so I can see all of you.”

She turned slowly, seeming to savor the caress of his gaze on her skin. He was right. No marks decorated her smooth skin. By the time she faced him again, her breaths came faster and her chest was flushed.

He stared at her until she fidgeted.

“Are you going to punish me, Sir?”

“No,” he said. If Stefano hadn’t determined a punishment necessary, Alexei wasn’t going to impose one. “I’m going to tie you to my bed and torture you until you beg me to fuck you.”

Samantha frowned. “But I lost the Smart Balls.”

Alexei reached out and tweaked her nipple. The way her arms would have had to stretch while she removed and folded the bedding would have pulled painfully at her nipples and clit. “I think you’ve had your punishment.”

She nodded in agreement and palpable relief. She hadn’t liked the last time he punished her. “Would you like me to lie on the bed?”