Read Zurlo, Michele - Two Masters for Samantha [Awakenings 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Online
Authors: Michele Zurlo
Zurlo, Michele - Two Masters for Samantha [Awakenings 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (4 page)
Alexei’s hands were no less strong, but they were on the move, following the breeze up her legs to the place where she now dripped.
She felt his lips press against her mound. His hands pushed her legs apart, forcing Samantha to lean her weight against Stefano or lose her balance. Stefano locked one arm around her waist.
Stefano’s kiss broke off suddenly. His breaths came rapidly, fanning against her face and flexing the muscles that pressed against her back. “You want this, don’t you, Sammy? You want Lex to lick your pussy while I hold you, while I keep you from falling.”
Did she want it? She was going to die if she didn’t get it.
Her nod was brief, but it was all the permission the brothers seemed to need. Stefano pressed her head against his shoulder and his lips against her forehead at the same moment Alexei’s thumbs parted the lips of her labia and his hot tongue invaded the folds of her pussy.
He licked her the same way he kissed. His tongue wrestled for dominance against no real opposition. His lips were strong, closing around her clit to suck and nip. Fingers rubbed against the slick skin around her vaginal opening, but he did not penetrate her, not with his fingers and not with his tongue.
It was a kiss only, a taste of what he offered, of what they both offered. Samantha understood this.
Alexei sucked her faster and harder. His fingers settled into a rhythmic path that made Sam pump her pussy into his mouth, demanding more.
Stefano’s grip tightened on her hips, holding them still. “None of that, sweetheart.”
In the back of her mind, it registered that they were both dominant. Samantha understood how this worked. They would give her what they wanted to give her as long as she behaved according to their rules. If she wanted the same things as them, then there wasn’t a problem.
She wondered if they would discipline her for misbehaving.
Those thoughts were brief and gone before Samantha could judge them, act or react. She whimpered, arching against Stefano. She needed a kiss, a caress, something more. She wanted to raise her head, to beg for another kiss, but she knew he wouldn’t give it to her.
Stefano’s free hand slid into the bodice of her dress. He gripped her breast, kneading it until her nipple hardened. He pinched the peak he created.
Sammy moaned. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips.
“Like that, sweetheart?”
She nodded, and he tugged harder. Between her legs, Alexei increased the tempo of his rhythm. The sensations combined. Heat flooded her veins. She felt her climax approaching.
“I’m going to come,” she said, gasping and arching anew.
The friction Alexei generated between his fingers and mouth and her pussy lessened.
“Not yet,” Stefano said. “You don’t get to decide that, sweetheart.”
Samantha wanted to come. She needed to come. Damn men and their predilections. “Please?”
His laugh rumbled against her once again. “You don’t have to beg this time, Sammy. You did something good. This is your reward.”
She whimpered and buried her face in his neck. The subtle, spicy scent of his aftershave invaded her senses. “Then why won’t you let me come?”
The hand that had teased her nipple caressed the hair away from her temple. “It’s not time, Sammy. I’ll tell you when it’s time. You must trust me to do that.”
For some reason, she did trust him to tell her when to come. She trusted that they wouldn’t tease her and withhold orgasm. She wasn’t naïve enough to think they were above doing that to make her do what they wanted, but she believed them when they said this was a reward.
She nodded and relaxed, giving herself over to the Morozov brothers and trusting that they would deliver on their promise.
It must have been the surrender for which they had waited. Immediately, Alexei’s pace picked up. She didn’t know how he knew, hiding under her full-length skirt like he was, but he did. His lips locked around her clit and those magic fingers rubbed faster.
Samantha moaned and thrashed her head, using all her willpower to hold off the pressing urge to come.
At last, Stefano’s low voice whispered a command. “Come for us, Sammy.”
She did. Stefano’s mouth closed over hers, muffling the scream whose volume she couldn’t control.
Stefano held Sammy’s limp body in his arms. Her long skirt rustled, the tangerine and pink colors appearing to swirl in the soft outdoor lighting, and Alexei emerged from beneath.
Lex licked his lips and his fingers, a satisfied smile curving his lips and lighting his eyes. He withdrew a linen handkerchief from his jacket pocket and wiped away the rest of the cream coating his face.
Without words, his brother used one look to let Stefano know he wanted more from this woman. Silently, Stefano agreed. It wasn’t good form to have a discussion like this in front of the submissive. Thankfully, the two of them had always been able to communicate without using words or obvious gestures.
She stirred, shifting her center of gravity from where she leaned against his chest to her feet.
Stefano pulled her to him, tightening his hold. He was careful to keep her away from his cock, which was hard and pulsing, begging to be inside her. “Relax, Sammy. Let us take care of you.”
“You have to be tired of holding me up.” From the way she formed the words, he could tell without looking that she smiled as she spoke.
“If that happens,” Lex said, “I’m here.”
Lex stood before her. Leaning in, he brushed a soft kiss across her lips. The simple act of affection was designed both to praise her for submitting to them and to imprint the mingled taste of her scent on Lex’s breath.
“You did well.” Lex followed up the physical praise with verbal.
This time, Stefano didn’t stop her when she shifted, pulling away from him to stand on her own.
A half step put her where she could see both of them. She looked from Lex to him and back. She laughed, a small, amused, and somewhat embarrassed sound.
“I think it’s you who did well. I really didn’t do anything.”
Not many inexperienced submissives, which she clearly was, had the control Sammy seemed to have mastered. She had breathed through the urge to orgasm, holding it off until she had permission.
Stefano caressed her cheek. Her skin was soft, silk beneath his fingertips. “We want you.”
Her mouth opened and closed.
Could she truly be surprised? He had been careful to keep his arousal from pressing against her. He didn’t want her thinking about anything but what Alexei was doing to her. The goal was to create a need in her that only they could fulfill. However, Stefano knew the look on his face must mirror the stark desire written across his brother’s features.
“Let me get this straight. You are proposing I have sex with the two of you. Consecutively.” She pressed a hand to her forehead briefly before lowering it to her heart.
Alexei grinned, a rakish slant to his mouth. Stefano wasn’t nearly as good at affecting that expression. It bothered him because women seemed to fall for it so easily. Of course, he had other expressions he used, some of them more effectively than Alexei.
“We do concurrently, too.”
She stared at Lex. Stefano had no doubt the wheels in her brain were churning. From what Lex had told Stef about the conversation he had with Sammy while they danced, he knew she was aware of the dynamic they proposed.
“I suppose you’ll want to tie me up and discipline me, too.”
It was a question, a concern that must be addressed. Stefano nodded. “We’ve already restrained you, Sammy, and you’ve responded very well to discipline.”
Her eyes narrowed. “I’m not ignorant, Stefano. I know what kind of discipline Doms deal out, and I know you don’t need a reason to do it.”
Alexei’s eyes nearly glowed. “No, Samantha, we don’t need a reason. But we can promise you’ll enjoy it.”
She looked away from them. Stefano and Alexei had both been careful to not touch her. She had to make this decision without being influenced by their proximity or their physicality. She had to come to them of her own free will. Neither he nor Lex had a taste for forced surrenders.
* * * *
Looking at either of them for too long was difficult. She wanted more. More kissing. They both kissed exceptionally well.
More touching. Less clothes.
The longer she filled her eyes with a double dose of their sexy brand, the greater the danger she would agree to something she would regret.
This kind of thing had been on the periphery of her life since she was too young to fully understand what it was and what it meant. Though it appealed to her, Samantha had always refrained from exploring the submissive side of her nature. She knew it was a lifestyle some people craved full time. She was not one of them.
Samantha enjoyed her freedom. As a travel tester and an artist, she spent much of her time visiting places around the country. Barren fields held the same charm for her as a bustling city. She was working on a collection of sunsets and sunrises, both photographed and painted.
But these two were only in town for a little while. They weren’t talking about forever.
Stefano held out a keycard. His smile radiated confidence. “This is our room key. We’ll be expecting you fifteen minutes after the bride and groom depart.”
Samantha stared at the card. “I’m not sure I want to do this.”
Lex’s mouth twitched. Sam couldn’t tell whether he was amused or upset. “We use a safe word, Samantha.”
She shook her head. “I’m not into the kinds of things you propose. I like sex, but the binding and the pain do absolutely nothing for me.”
Well, that was sort of the truth. While it did appeal to her, she didn’t know either of the men well enough to tell them what she really wanted. To be fair, she didn’t know what she really wanted. For starters, she’d take a man who had enough stamina to really satisfy her. Maybe having two men was the answer.
“We don’t have to do any of that,” Stefano said. “You enjoyed what we did to you out here, right?”
Samantha nodded.
“We can’t change the fact that we’re Doms, but we can respect that some things don’t turn you on. You’ll be safe with us, Sammy. Nothing will happen that you don’t want to happen.”
She looked to Alexei to see if he agreed with his brother. Alexei nodded.
Air took on the consistency of water. Time slowed, as it seemed to do with all momentous occasions. Her hand reached out and took the keycard from Stefano. She stared at the card. Their room number was neatly printed on the paper cover in blue ink.
“I have to get back.” The words were quiet. Samantha barely heard them. They weren’t much more than the vibrations she felt in her throat. This wasn’t the first time she had been approached by a Dom, though she would be the first to admit it didn’t happen very often. Jonas was well-respected in the BDSM community, and that meant people steered clear of his little sister whether or not he articulated a warning. He had once mentioned to Sam that he hadn’t put restrictions on her availability, but he had told people who asked that Samantha wasn’t into the scene.
She wasn’t. She hadn’t been. She wasn’t sure she wanted to be. Parts of the lifestyle appealed to her, but she wasn’t willing to embrace a completely submissive existence. She liked wearing clothes.
Turning, she fled back through the heavy door into the safety of the reception with its hundreds of guests to buffer her from the Morozov brothers and this spell they cast over her.