by Simone Sinna
“So what does our little ballbreaker fancy?” Jeremy whispered in her ear.
Samantha was aware of how very wet she was and couldn’t think beyond wanting the men to take her.
“Whatever my Master says,” she murmured.
“Very good,” said Jeremy softly as a finger dipped below her ass and into her cunt. “I might just let you undress Mike and lower yourself onto his cock. Does that appeal?”
Mike’s hand now went under her panties and to her clit. She moaned as a wave of pleasure made her juice even more.
“But you must not come,” said Jeremy as she helped Mike take his jeans off. “Or else we’ll have to punish you.”
Mike lay naked back in the hay, peeling on a condom as his eyes took every part of her in. But Jeremy made her stand up, still, as he pulled off her shirt and then slowly, from behind, eased down her panties, a finger trailing down between her butt cheeks.
“Sit astride him,” Jeremy ordered. Mike appeared more than happy enough with the direction his brother was taking things. Samantha put a knee on either side of his torso and rubbed her clit against the base of his balls. She felt a sharp sting as Jeremy slapped her butt.
“I didn’t tell you that you could do that did I?”
“You didn’t tell me I couldn’t either!” Samantha retorted.
Jeremy slapped her butt again, and just as he did, Mike’s hand went to her clit and rubbed hard. The sting of the slap and the pleasure from her clit merged and she gasped. Behind her she could hear Jeremy undressing as her eyes closed and she focused on the feeling of Mike’s fingers over her clit and between her pussy lips. She longed for them to enter her, and stifled a moan, wriggling her hips as she did.
“I rather think, dear brother, she might want to be taken,” said Mike, cock more than ready to do just that.
“Does she just?” asked Jeremy, now naked and a condom in place. He knelt next to her, finger dipping into her juices and moving to her asshole, circling firmly. “Do you think you can do that without coming, Samantha?”
Samantha nodded though she wasn’t at all sure she could.
“Say, ‘yes, Master.’”
“Yes, Master.”
“Then why don’t you fill yourself with Mike’s cock then?”
Samantha’s hands went to the base of Mike’s cock. It seemed far too large to be swallowed up by her. Stroking it, she watched Mike smile in appreciation, even more so as she let the tip glide over her pussy until it got to her opening. As she tentatively lowered herself, let him fill her, Jeremy pushed his finger harder into her ass. Her first reaction was to withdraw, unfamiliar with the feeling. Jeremy chewed on her ear and whispered, “Do as you’re told unless you want to be punished.”
She gritted her teeth and breathed. The feeling went from unfamiliar to uncomfortable, then suddenly she thought she was going to come. She gasped, muscles tense, finding she had to concentrate on holding back. She found herself starting to rock her hips, revelling in the feeling of Mike’s cock stretching her, and the added pleasure as well as the uncertainty of just what Jeremy was doing and what he might do next.
“Lean forward,” Jeremy ordered. Samantha did as instructed, and Mike drew her to him, kissing her, tongue in her mouth as she felt Jeremy’s fingers entering her from behind again and then his tongue over her ass. It felt above all naughty. Certainly a long way from any previous experience. There were sensations she had never had before. Jeremy was providing both a level of unknown pleasure as well as a feeling there was more to come. Mike, in her, was thrusting his hips gently upwards as she clasped harder over him, taking the full length of his cock. As she did she felt the surge of excitement.
“Naughty,” said Jeremy, slapping her butt again. The sting was followed by him running his mouth, hot and wet over the area, momentarily unbalancing her. “Brother dear, she seems in danger of coming.”
Mike pinched her nipple and Samantha gasped. “Can’t have that, can we?” he murmured in her ear before biting her earlobe lightly. He eased off from thrusting and Samantha wanted to cry out in frustration as her excitement eased down a level.
Jeremy stood up and repositioned himself behind her, kneeling in between Mike’s legs. Samantha felt him rubbing his cock against her. She felt herself trembling, part in fear as to whether or not she could cope with what he had in mind, and part in anticipation of being filled by both men.
“What do you think, Samantha?” asked Jeremy. “Do you think you can handle two of us?”
“Yes, Master,” Samantha managed to whisper.
“Louder, subordinate!”
“Yes, Master,” said Samantha through gritted teeth.
“In your ass?”
“Yes, Master.” As Samantha said the words she closed her eyes tight. Could she?
Jeremy’s hands went to either side of her hips, but before he thrust into her he slapped her hard. She gasped, first from the slap and then again as she felt Jeremy taking her, thrusting as his hands steadied her hips. At first she was afraid she might split in two, afraid that she wouldn’t cope, but just as she was about to call her safe word she bit her lip and held it in, aware that other sensations were taking over. She felt suddenly as one with them both, and the thought mixed with the intensity of the feelings that had her pelvis muscles rigid with tension. It was a delicious tension that at the same time she wanted to both hold onto and let go of.
Mike pushed from below and her muscles gripped him hard. Both men moaned, afraid she might come, and trying hard not to.
“Yes, baby,” said Mike, hands over her breasts, then mouth on hers.
Mike moaned, and no longer able to contain himself, thrust harder as he released. Samantha let her muscles move in a rhythm that played him out, holding back until Jeremy gave her permission to also come becoming increasingly difficult. The feeling was exquisite but even as her body seemed to vibrate with the pleasure, she was aware Jeremy was holding back. Exhausted, she fell onto Mike’s chest, only to have him pinch her nipples and Jeremy slap her backside.
“We haven’t finished with you yet,” said Jeremy, now thrusting harder.
The discomfort from the slap and nipples, one now tightly in Mike’s teeth, instantly had Samantha tense, but the tension then gave way to her muscles clamping again. Mike’s cock, now spent, was no longer the focus and she was unsettled by the feeling of Jeremy in her and the odd experience of the thrusts filling and stretching in a way she wasn’t used to.
“Give in to it,” whispered Mike, and she did. In doing so, waves of pleasure again rippled through her as Jeremy climaxed with her.
Lying between them in the hay afterwards, Samantha decided maybe cowboys and sheep farms were her thing after all. That was until Mike suddenly sat up and said, “Do either of you smell smoke?”
Chapter Ten
The barn was already well alight by the time they half jumped, half fell down the ladder.
“Call the fire brigade,” yelled Mike at Samantha as he and Jeremy raced for the hoses.
After making the phone call, Samantha, along with the cook and one of the hands, rushed out to help. Snape and Leonard followed them, barking. The flames were already leaping over the roof and she could hear the heat crackling in the eaves. They had both hoses on the fire and Samantha started a bucket chain, though it seemed to be making little impression.
Fortunately the brigade didn’t have far to come. The local crew were there in fifteen minutes, fast enough that they were able to stop the fire spreading, but the dry hay had lit up quickly, and though the Sandfords had worked hard and were covered in ash and sweat, there was little left of the barn by the time the fire crew was finished. Samantha grabbed Snape, who was in danger of being flattened by the fire truck, and surveyed the remains.
“You were lucky,” said the fire chief. “How did it start?”
“That,” said Jeremy, “I have a feeling had nothing to do with luck.”
The investigator who took away the evidence to analyse agreed
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* * * *
Jeremy was decidedly unsettled that his plans had been torpedoed by Mike taking the lead and heading them off to the barn, but in the end decided his could wait until the next opportunity. But he was now even more perturbed by the fire. There was no way it could have been an accident. They weren’t smokers and no lightning had struck. The electrical circuits had been checked only a month ago. He thought about Mike being worried about the gates, about PETA, and then his email. He needed to do something quickly. It looked increasingly like she might be dangerous.
Samantha was going to be around all week so he had to wait for the right moment. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t enjoyed the romp in the hay. And he was having increasing difficulties stopping himself from admiring the two-timing bitch. No one ever got the better of him, and she most certainly wasn’t going to be the first. But she had balls thinking she could outsmart them both.
Which brought him to the other thing that was unsettling him. Mike. He was clearly besotted. That wasn’t the problem—what was though, was that Jeremy was feeling he needed to tell his brother the truth about her. In which case he would lose his chance to use his knowledge against her, to get what he wanted. His brother was a grown up, maybe it was his problem. But no matter how much Jeremy told himself this, he was still left feeling uncomfortable. And the weirdest thing was, the sex, against all odds, was brilliant. For the first time ever, he actually felt he could work with Mike rather than against him. He just couldn’t let it cloud his judgement in the rest of his life.
* * * *
Samantha spent most of the next day checking through Jeremy’s plan. Mike had gone into Melbourne to see Stan, so she’d talk to the consultant tomorrow and look at Mike’s plan then. Jeremy hadn’t made it easy for her, and clearly underlying though not averted, his plan was that he wanted to buy Mike out. She thought of Mike on his horse and how he and the land were as one, his passion. He would never leave High Camp voluntarily.
Bored with figures, she took to the internet and searched for PETA. The first thing that came up was a front page article in the local paper. Jeremy was waving his arms and looking angry. The spokesperson labelled him an “inhumane bastard.” There had been a local paper article on them a few months earlier. Samantha thought it would be worth trying to talk to the journalist and managed to get him on the first attempt.
“Jackson Cutter.”
Samantha explained her interest.
“Seems like the recent episode had people hot and bothered,” said Jackson.
“Meaning?”
“Just that you’re the second person today to ring me about this.”
“Really?” Samantha frowned. She didn’t believe in coincidences, but then it was probably PETA trying for more publicity.
“Guy suggested there was a lot of local support to ban mulesing,” Jackson continued.
Samantha wasn’t so sure of that. “What’s your take on the international trend? Will they stop taking Australian wool?”
“Some places like GAP Inc. already have,” said Jackson. “But there’s a problem with ethics.”
“What’s that?”
“It costs,” said Jackson. “My info suggests that the Chinese will get the contract to sort the wool and then PETA will be out of the game unless they can sabotage factories in China.”
From what Samantha knew about politics and freedom of speech in China this didn’t seem likely. “What do you mean they’ll sort the wool?”
“It’s expensive to sort wool into grades, which is demanded of the top level wool importers. Cheapest way is to have all wool go to one place and have it done there. China is cheap.”
“I still don’t see why that means PETA can’t campaign against mulesing,” said Samantha.
“They can,” agreed Jackson. “Just won’t do them any good. Because once all the wool is one spot, they won’t know which wool goes where. China won’t tell them, and nor will our wool producers. They’d have to do some major illegal espionage to find out, and then they’d be put in gaol.”
So, it looked like Jeremy would win. Samantha felt sorry for Mike. She wondered if she could bring animal ethics into making a decision? If Jackson was right then the best financial outcome for High Camp was Jeremy’s deal. But Mike still had the best ethical solution.
“So mulesing will continue?” Samantha asked, more to herself than the journalist.
“Maybe not,” Jackson replied, somewhat to her surprise. “I talked to some researchers who were doing some work with genetics when I did my article. Maybe they’ll find the solution.”
Genetics? Samantha had failed biology at school. This call was starting to give her a headache. Jackson couldn’t tell her much more, but gave her the name of the person he’d talked to. It was probably worth following up.
“One last thing,” said Samantha. “Do you think the group would be so, well, desperate to do other things to sabotage the sheep farmers?”
“Like?”
“Letting sheep loose, lighting fires maybe?”
There was silence before he said, “I’ve been looking into this for a few weeks. Do you want to tell me more?”
* * * *
‘I don’t believe you.” Mike folded his arms and glared at his brother.
Jeremy brought the photo up on his computer.
“It’s been doctored.”
“I’ve had my PI check her out,” said Jeremy, wondering why on earth he just wasn’t using this information to bribe the ballbreaker into siding with him. He must have taken leave of his senses. “Coulton & Co.’s secretary confirms he’s the boyfriend.”
Mike looked devastated. Shit. He really had fallen hard. Jeremy was more used to women being untrustworthy. It didn’t decrease her attractions any, just meant she would have to be a now-and-not-forever plaything. Poor Mike wasn’t as pragmatic.
“Maybe they’ve broken up.”
Jeremy didn’t bother replying. “So,” he said, “here’s the plan.”
* * * *
The Skype call came through at 6:30 p.m. Samantha had suggested Skype because if a lot of explanation was needed she felt seeing the man would help. He might take pity on her blank looks. Pen and paper in hand, she hit the connect button and the screen came up with Cory Patton. She hadn’t recognised the name but as soon as the bearded scientist was visible, she knew they had met.
“You’re Russell’s friend!”
Cory frowned. “Oh yes, we had lunch?”
Not one of Russell’s more romantic attempts, but at least he had brought his wallet. Cory hadn’t been able to do any other time and he was an “old school friend.” What could she do? She’d smiled and left early.
“I was wondering if you could tell me about the research you’re doing.” Samantha got down to business.
“Sure,” said Cory. “But Russell could tell you.”
Russell? “Um, we aren’t seeing each other anymore.”
Cory didn’t seem fussed and gave her a quick summary of his company’s latest research findings, the ones he had discussed with Jackson Cutter.
“So,” said Samantha, “how well known is this?”
“Still considered experimental,” admitted Cory. “We’re looking for a breeder to try it on a bigger scale.”
“Any interest?”
Cory looked flustered. “Maybe,” he finally said. “Nothing signed yet.”
“What if I had another player who put a bid in?”
When Samantha hung up her mind was racing. She was sure she had the solution. This was perfect. Would she discuss it with the boys tonight? No, Jeremy had been very clear tonight was for fun and he was organising. It could wait until tomorrow.
Chapter Eleven
There was something definitely odd about them both. Mike was up and down from the table constantly finding things that weren’t needed and she hadn’t asked for, and wouldn’t hold her gaze longer than a few seconds—was he having regrets? Jeremy on the other hand was being obnoxiously slimy
. He kept running his hand up and down her arm and looking at her as if he was going to cover her in champagne or cream before she was served up for his delectation. Samantha was on such a high about her phone call she paid her instincts less attention than she should have. Later she would tell herself she had forgotten Consultant Class 401—never let your guard down because the bastards will get you.
It was a hot evening and the hum of the ceiling fans droned in the background. It was too hot to be hungry, but Samantha enjoyed the first gin and tonic and was soon onto her second. Trying to avoid taking in too much alcohol on an empty stomach, she put her glass down and went over to the piano. It had been a long time. Ever since her mother had died. She let her fingers brush over the keys. In tune as far as she could tell.
“Do you play?” Jeremy asked.
“I did.”
“Did?” Mike was in the doorway.
“Yes. Wanted to be a concert pianist when I was young.”
“What happened?”
“That turned me into a ballbreaker instead?”
Neither of the men answered her and she wasn’t looking at them. To her surprise she found her eyes filling with tears. Taking a breath she sniffed and moved away from the piano. “Life,” she said, “has a bad habit of intervening and sending you in directions you don’t want to go.”
She caught a glance between the brothers. Did they think she was having second thoughts about after-dinner entertainment?
“Dinner,” said Mike stiffly.
Determined to put her melancholic moment behind her, Samantha talked almost nonstop through the meal. The gin, she decided, had gone straight to her head. She felt a little giddy and giggly when the main course was over and Jeremy suggested they adjourned somewhere cooler.