by Simone Sinna
“Professional,” she said as she shook her head.
“Business and pleasure is often mixed,” said Jeremy. She couldn’t see his face, eyes in the shadow, but she could feel them undressing her, and his finger brushed her bare shoulder, sending a shiver down her spine.
“It would hardly make me impartial, now would it?” asked Samantha. “My brief is to do what’s best for High Camp and to help you both.”
“Then,” said Jeremy, leaning forward so she could see the edge of his lips twitching mischievously, “we could invite Mike, too.”
Samantha watched Mike’s startled look merge into a “really?” followed by a “why not?” grin.
“Only reasonable in the spirit of showing how well we want to be able to work together,” added Jeremy.
It was one of the few times in Samantha’s life that she was rendered speechless. Jeremy laughed, standing up, his hand trailing down her back as he leant forward and kissed her cheek. “Live dangerously,” he said. “I wouldn’t ever make you do something you didn’t want to do.”
Samantha’s panties were soaked instantly.
“You’re far too conservative,” her friend Tanya was forever telling her. “You have to stop going out with drippy-looking men.”
Samantha had never quite worked out why the drippy men kept finding her. Most men like Jeremy and Mike seemed to go for models with plastic smiles and no personality. Ballbreakers, which she seemed to have been classified as, were pinups for gay men and men who liked being bossed around. Like Russell. Another shiver went through her as she looked at Mike.
“Sweetheart,” he said, “I’ve no idea what he is up to but I’m up for it because seriously you are about as hot a woman I’ve ever seen.”
In the end it was his goofy sincerity that clinched it. Whatever Jeremy had in mind, Mike hadn’t been in on the planning.
“This would be totally separate from our work relationship,” Samantha said, knowing how lame it sounded, though she meant every word.
“Absolutely,” said Jeremy, taking her fingers into his mouth, his tongue circling each while still looking directly at her.
“Your word.”
“You have it.”
“Mine, too.”
* * * *
Jeremy hadn’t had any intentions of inviting Mike. He was increasingly becoming bewitched by Samantha and was no longer even motivated by having her on his side any way he could manage. The thoughts must have mellowed him to his brother, because not only was the invitation spontaneous, he didn’t regret it. Not if it meant he could have the delectable Samantha Coulton just the way he wanted her. He was used to ménages. Just hadn’t ever thought of one with his brother before. Mike’s acceptance was a bit of a surprise as he had always taken him to be very conservative. But Mike did, after all, have Sandford blood.
* * * *
Mike thought about Mae Lin and Half Moon and wondered what he had let himself in for. As usual Jeremy was probably leading him into something he’d regret—but not half as much as he’d regret saying no. Over dinner he could barely get a sentence out for the thoughts that had been crowding his mind every time he looked at Samantha. He loved how neatly she’d brought Monica down. While Monica was a dangerous woman to cross and he couldn’t afford to because of Thomas, this woman’s class really showed Monica up for the gold digging hussy she was. He loved Samantha’s mouth, the rich full lips he imagined going down over his cock. He loved her ass and how it wiggled. Hell, he loved everything about her. He just had to make sure that asshole brother of his didn’t hurt her, because if he did, Jeremy was going to have him to contend with. He’d sworn he was never going to fall hard again for a woman like he had Monica, but recognising the signs, it was already too late.
Chapter Seven
“So tell me what turns you on.”
You two was about all Samantha thought she could articulate, given that the question came while all three were sitting in the outdoor hot tub that was set into the veranda, naked apart from her G-string. The two men were sitting opposite her and each were licking a toe. She hadn’t ever considered she’d make it to heaven, but maybe she just had. With a bit of a panic she realised she didn’t even know what turned her on! Russell hadn’t even lasted long enough to find out what the sex was like, and before him there had only been two rather disastrous sexual forays which only left her certain what she didn’t like—men that roll over and snore straight afterwards, and men who seem to get more turned on by online porn than a woman in the flesh.
“Um, what did you have in mind?” Consultant Class 301—when in doubt, reverse the question.
Jeremy looked at her with a wicked smile. Samantha’s stomach did a flip. “I have very broad tastes but specific interests.”
“Oh,” said Samantha with a gulp. “And you, Mike?”
“Specific tastes and broad interests.” Mike was clearly taking the piss out of his brother, but when he said “specific tastes,” the way he was eyeing her breasts suggested that she would fulfil that requirement more than adequately.
“I rather fancy,” said Jeremy, “seeing our ballbreaker under our control for a change.”
Mike grinned. “I wouldn’t say no to that. Something in the BDSM line?”
It wasn’t only Samantha that looked startled.
“Jeremy thinks I don’t know,” said Mike softly, “but I’m not as stupid as he thinks.”
“Knows what?”
“About his BDSM clubs. He’s well known at Half Moon as being the opposition.”
Jeremy’s startled look was now a gape of astonishment. But whatever Half Moon was, it was the least of Samantha’s concerns.
“BDSM?” asked Samantha faintly. “Whips and things, you mean?”
“No,” said Jeremy, moving from her toes and gently pulling her into his lap. Mike kept tickling and licking her feet while Jeremy caressed her breasts, teasing out the nipples. His tongue licked around the edge of her ear. “It’s about surrender and control, about using your imagination, trust, and most of all, about pleasure.”
“What about the pain bit?”
“No pain,” said Mike. “Only to the level that may be discomfort but then only if it heightens the level of subsequent pleasure.”
“Well, well, little brother,” murmured Jeremy, “you are full of surprises.”
“Do you think you could be a little more specific?” Samantha asked. “About just what surprises you have in store for me I mean.”
“But then,” said Jeremy, biting her ear, “they wouldn’t be surprises would they?” She felt his hands rubbing down over her lower abdomen and edging under the elastic of her G-string. “Why don’t you give it a try? Trust the experts and let them be the judge of your enjoyment. The ultimate power is yours. You need a word other than no…say it at any time and we stop, no questions.”
“What sort of word?”
“One you’ll remember and not one you’re likely to normally use at a level of, shall we say, excitement?”
Samantha grinned. “Would ballbreaker do?”
Both men laughed. “I think I’ll remember that,” said Jeremy. He eased her out of his lap and stood up, water dripping off his lean torso. His cock, semi-erect, was right at her eye level. He looked more delicious than any man she’d ever seen, let alone ended up in the hot tub with. When Mike also stood, torso and legs more muscular, and cock broader, he was however a rival for the title. This really had to be a dream, but if so she was happy to keep right on with it.
They held a hand out each, and accepting both, she stepped out of the spa. Jeremy grabbed a huge towel and together they dried her and themselves before leading her through the open French doors into Jeremy’s bedroom. Heavily scented candles flickered in the corners, sending shadows darting, the room done in deep red hues and dominated by a four-poster antique bed from which heavy, red velvet drapes hung.
“We might devote this session,” said Jeremy, pausing by the bed, “to just how much enjoyment you can ha
ve being our sub.”
“And to finding out just what it is you do like,” added Mike. He leant forward and kissed her, a hard kiss, tongue finding hers and then pulling back as abruptly as he had started. Samantha caught a glimpse between the brothers and rather fancied that Mike had just conveyed something more than his words suggested.
“What does being a sub entail exactly?”
“Doing as we tell you,” said Mike with a grin.
“And,” added Jeremy, “being punished if you don’t.” As he said the word “punish” his hand turned her head, and he kissed her, lingering longer than Mike had, a hand on her breast suddenly pinching her nipple hard.
“Ouch!” Almost as fast as she had protested, Mike leant forward and took the same nipple in his mouth, gently soothing and caressing it. Samantha felt her heart racing. Sandwiched between these men she was beginning to think just about anything might happen and probably would as they tried to outdo each other. It seemed like the beneficiary was going to be her, so right now she wasn’t going to complain.
“Lay on the bed,” Jeremy instructed, his expression difficult to read but then he turned to Mike. “Shall we tie her up?”
“That has a definite appeal.”
“Top, bottom, or side?”
Mike thought for a moment. “Top.”
Jeremy nodded, pulling the silky maroon sheets back and gently pushing Samantha onto them, grabbing her ankles. Red ropes with heavy tassels she noted were already in each corner, and the men soon put them to use, spreadeagling her on the bed. Though still able to move a little, she was certain she couldn’t escape. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She had to trust them. They wouldn’t do anything too outrageous—would they? There was always her word.
Mike leant next to her and kissed her again, this time more tenderly, his tongue licking around the edge of her mouth and then over her ears, thrusting warm and wet into its inner crevices. A hand caressed her breast, and his lips soon found her nipple. Unable to move she found there was no point in doing anything except focusing on the sensations that were rippling through her.
“I rather think she likes that,” said Jeremy. Samantha still had her eyes closed. She opened them and looked over Mike’s head, into Jeremy’s eyes. He was kneeling between her spread legs. She nodded.
“And this, too?”
Samantha felt his hands brush lightly up the inner parts of each thigh. Eyes still locked, she nodded again.
“A good sub,” said Jeremy, “would say yes, Master.”
The fire of rebellion flared through her and Jeremy saw it at once, laughing softly. His fingers now edged on either side of the small strip of material covering her pussy. He watched her response as one finger crept under the G-string and felt the fine hair around the rim of her lips. “Yes, please, Master?” he teased, pulling the fingers out when she said nothing.
Samantha bit her lip. Mike sucked hard on her nipple and she felt her juices gush, moaning involuntarily. Jeremy ran a finger over the G-string. “Soaked,” he confirmed, and not just from the spa. Mike smiled and kissed her again. As she savoured his taste, a mix of sweat and hard liquor, she felt Jeremy’s hands on either side of her G-string, and in one ripping motion he tore them right off her.
“Hey they cost me twenty dollars!” Samantha protested, struggling against Mike and her ties.
Mike sat up and looked at Jeremy. “I think that deserves punishment don’t you?”
“We definitely can’t put up with such insubordination,” Jeremy agreed gravely. “Are you offering or shall I?”
“I was rather looking forward to biting her nipples while she sucked my cock, what do you think?”
Jeremy and Mike both looked at her, though she knew they weren’t asking her the question. She looked at Mike’s cock, wider than either of the men she had been with before. In fact she hadn’t known cocks could be quite so big. It was already glistening, and though her mind was wondering what it would feel like deep inside her cunt, she was also wondering if his cock would taste as earthy and real as the man himself did. She nodded, nearly adding that she still wanted her twenty dollars but thought better of it. She’d see how she dealt with this punishment first.
Mike knelt at the end of the bed, and leaning forward, his cock was dangling over her mouth. Cautiously she tipped her head forward, licking the tip to Mike’s appreciative groan, and then moving her lips over the end, alternating between licking and sucking. He tasted sweeter than she expected, but there was still the salty taste of his skin that made her think of him astride his horse, all man.
Mike bent over and pulled her nipple into his mouth, first drawing it out, long and pink and soft. As she sucked hard, he bit with increasing force, but though it hurt, the immediate drawing back and sucking put her into a rhythm of uncertainty, and kept her on edge. Senses already overstimulated, Samantha then felt Jeremy’s fingers brush over her pussy lips and a shiver rippled through her. It normally took several chapters of an erotic book and half an hour with a vibrator to get her even close to where she felt she was now. When Jeremy’s fingers opened the lips and his tongue teased first her clit and then deeper, tasting her juices, she knew she was well beyond that stage and wondered if it was possible to come without him going any deeper. With the thought in mind, she sucked hard on Mike’s cock, Jeremy’s tongue also pushing harder as she did. Almost immediately she felt her muscles spasm and she climaxed suddenly and intensely.
“Naughty, naughty,” said Jeremy, “though as I hadn’t forbidden you to I won’t punish you this time. Shall we see if you can do that again?”
Samantha wasn’t going to bother telling him that she’d never managed to have multiple orgasms. When a few minutes later she felt her body relaxing into the rhythm of him lapping at her juices, she really didn’t care whether she did or not, but she certainly didn’t want him to stop. Still enjoying Mike’s increasing arousal, and aware that his biting of her nipples was now harder but somehow intensifying the sensation in her groin, she found much to her surprise that she did come again, less intense, but longer, a gentle rippling through her muscles like a shudder.
“Our turn now I think,” said Jeremy, sliding off the bed and pulling a condom out of the top drawer of the bedside cabinet. “And a third for you if you’re good.”
He knelt back between her legs, his cock long and hard, teasing at the entrance to her cunt. He opened her lips with his fingers, circling them around in her juices, before putting the tip of his penis at the entrance of her pussy. She closed her eyes, feeling him there and wriggling her pelvis, desperate to be filled, despite the fact that she had already come twice. Sucking Mike’s cock she was in no position to say “yes please Master,” but had she been she knew she would have said it. She wanted them both in her, both taking her, to be one with them for however brief a moment it might be. Just when she thought she couldn’t wait a moment longer, he pushed into her hard, her pelvic muscles drawing him into her as far as they could take.
Jeremy thrust with hands on either side of her pelvis, pulling her toward him. Samantha’s pelvis rocked in time. As she and Jeremy escalated toward climax, she could feel Mike’s body shuddering and he leant forward, warm sticky cum shooting between her breasts as Jeremy too released and she felt her body ripple with a final third climax, leaving her body exhausted in a magnificent celebration of ecstasy.
* * * *
Jeremy was restless. He lay looking at the canopy over his bed long after he’d taken Samantha back to her room and Mike had retired to his. He wasn’t used to being surprised and wasn’t sure he liked it, yet if he was honest with himself the experience had been unlike any other with a first-time sub. And it was the first time with another Dom, which was what had surprised him the most. He and Mike had never worked well together on anything. There had always been a brotherly love at the base of their relationship, but most of the time rivalry and one-upmanship had dominated all else. At school it had been his A levels versus Mike’s sports team win
s and captaincies. Then it had been who could score the prettiest, smartest, sassiest girlfriend. Always they had both wanted their father’s approval and love, and neither had ever felt that they’d ever won that competition. Right through to his bloody will.
Deciding if he wasn’t going to sleep he may as well do his emails, Jeremy got up, put on a robe, poured himself a cognac, and went to the study. The inbox was flooded with the usual rubbish, most of which he deleted. One however caught his eye. The subject line said ‘Something you should know about the Coultons.’ Clicking it open he saw it had an attachment and no message, and was from a hotmail account he didn’t recognise. The sort of stuff that screamed “virus.” But in the end his virus checker was happy, and curiosity won. The attachment was a photo. He stared at it in disbelief. Shit. He was being played for a fool. He’d been right the first time when he’d presumed she was a ballbreaker.
Chapter Eight
Samantha was finding concentration difficult. She had been serious that she meant to keep her business and private life completely separate, but the document was full of legal speak and it was hard to stop her mind drifting to the previous evening. She half wondered if it was a dream, but Mike’s goofy expression over breakfast, and her surreptitious check out of his profile that revealed him to be as every bit a hunk as he had seemed, confirmed her recollections were entirely accurate. While the memory made her blush, this didn’t stop her hoping that maybe there could be another instalment in her education in the not-too-distant future.
She dragged herself back to the document. Jeremy had outdone himself in trying to make the agreement unintelligible. She wondered if this was for her benefit or Mike’s. She’d have to check the figures which would take days, but they were impressive. What she wasn’t so sure how she was going to check was the possible influences of PETA. What if they convinced the big designers to take an ethical stance?