Two Masters for Samantha 2: In Their Hearts [Awakenings 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Michele Zurlo

  “That’s awesome. Congratulations.” He gave her another hug, making sure her breasts came into close contact with his body. “I’m available to help you choose which ones you want to send if you want.”

  Alexei had a keen eye for art. While Stef appreciated and supported her talent, Lex often acted as a critique partner, giving feedback on her various works. She slipped her hand into Stef’s. “I’m not doing anything tonight.”

  He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her fingers. “Oh, Sammy, yes, you are.” He opened the passenger door to his car and ushered her inside. “Though we’ll let you lie down for most of it.”

  They arrived home to find Alexei in the kitchen tossing cooked angel hair pasta in a colander. Succulent scents, mostly garlic, drifted from shrimp sizzling in a pan on the stove. He set the colander down in the sink and scooped Samantha up in his arms. He kissed her so passionately she thought he might not stop until they were both sweaty and breathless.

  Behind them, Stef cleared his throat. “Did you want to burn that, or were you just going to cook it until it’s rubbery?”

  Alexei set her down and attended to the food in the pan. “Fuck off, Stef. You can stir as well as I can.” He snaked one arm around Samantha’s waist. “Welcome home, Samantha. I missed the hell out of you.”

  She snuggled her face into his arm. “I missed you, too. And I’m hungry. I didn’t realize how ravenous I am.”

  He grinned and released her from his hold. “Go ahead and get settled. Dinner will be ready in ten minutes. I want you at the table wearing something lacy and revealing.”

  “Yes, Lex.” She threw Stef a wink and ran off to do as ordered.

  Her drawers were full of lingerie they’d purchased for her. Lex had a special love for corsets, so she paired a half corset with stockings and a garter. No panties. That would please Stefano, as would the fact that the corset pushed her breasts up, presenting them as an offering he would definitely take.

  When she returned, the dining room had been darkened. Flameless candles down the center of the table and around the periphery provided a romantic flare. The table had been set with immaculate precision. Lex and Stef wore identical dark pants and white shirts. They’d both shed their ties, belts, and shoes, and their shirts were unbuttoned halfway to show a tantalizing amount of skin. They stood in front of the table, facing the doorway, chatting as they waited for her.

  She knelt in the threshold, her gaze lowered as she waited for permission. They both came closer, their powerful thighs blocking the light and casting her world into shadows. She felt a hand stroking her hair, and a sigh shuddered through her body.

  “Lex.” She breathed his name, a whisper of a caress. They’d tried to prohibit talking until they gave permission, and for the most part that order held true. But they both loved when she correctly identified them without looking, and so she was allowed to speak their names whenever she wasn’t gagged.

  Of course, they also liked when she was wrong, because that meant they owed her some sexual torture. They’d negotiated that caveat.

  Since she was rarely wrong, she didn’t worry about earning a consequence. This time proved no different.

  “Excellent, Samantha. Stand up and let us look at you.”

  She rose to her feet in one graceful motion, lifting her face so that she could watch them appreciate her body. She had an athletic build. Years of dance training had made her graceful and proud. She lacked dangerous curves, but she’d never felt inadequate.

  A lock of her gently curling blonde hair had caught on her shoulder. She wanted to brush it away, but she knew better than to move out of position before being given permission. As if he sensed her discomfort, Stef did the honors.

  She smiled up at him, though he wasn’t much taller than her. At five ten, men who made her have to tilt her head back were a rarity. Stef and Lex both measured six two, a height she now considered perfect.

  The tender expression on his face made her heart race. She loved when he looked at her like that, as if she were the most important thing in his life. Too often, she felt like an afterthought, and this more than made up for it.

  “Sit down, Sammy,” he said as Lex pulled out her chair. “Let’s get you fed.”

  By default, she sat at the head of the table. Both of her men wanted to be beside her, and this position put her in the center and was still conducive to conversation. Alexei sat to her left, and Stefano sat on her right.

  She dug into the bowl of shrimp and pasta, winding the long string on her fork.

  “I looked up Hunter Lipton,” Stefano said as he loaded his fork. “He’s a big deal in the west coast art world.”

  “I know,” Samantha said. That was the reason she’d spent the past six months courting him. “He introduced me to some other people, and I had a second showing at a smaller gallery in La Jolla.”

  Lex lifted a brow. “You barely mentioned the showing. Did you not want us to come?”

  She’d hoped that question wouldn’t come up. Chewing slowly, she took her time formulating a response. “I would have liked for you to be there, but I didn’t want to say too much ahead of time because I didn’t want you to have time to pull strings for me. I wanted to do this on my own.”

  Neither of them replied, probably because they were both thinking of the small things they would have done to ease the way for her—inviting powerful people, press releases that linked her to them, things like that. They were thoughtful gestures, but it would have made her question her success.

  “Sammy,” Stef said. “You know we’ll do anything you want.”

  She closed her hand around his. “I know, but if I’d told you not to do anything, you would have taken that as modesty and done something.”

  “Yeah,” Lex agreed. “We would have. We’re both so proud. You deserve this success. You’ve worked hard for it.”

  “Now tell us every detail of your trip,” Stefano said. “Where did you go, what did you see, who did you meet?”

  She laughed and regaled them with stories. When she got to the business details, she didn’t skimp. Talking to them about profit margins left them hanging onto every word she uttered. Both interrupted with questions and advice, but the longer she talked about what she considered the boring side of art, the more mesmerized they became.

  Finally, she couldn’t help it anymore. “You two are amazing. I’m talking about state and city taxes, and you’re both about to drop your pants.”

  Stef glanced at her corset. “It could be the way you’re dressed.”

  “Though I can’t deny that listening to you drop fiscal terms is hot,” Lex added, “I also blame your outfit. You’re not wearing underwear, and that’s even hotter.”

  “Ahhh. And here I thought you were actually listening to me.”

  “Oh, honey, we were,” Stef assured her. “But you’re winding down, and we’ve all had dinner. We haven’t seen you for over a week, and so naturally our thoughts are turning to dessert.”

  “Dessert?”

  Lex stacked the plates and disappeared into the kitchen.

  Stefano patted the table top. “Come on, Sammy. Time to feed us.”

  She moved the glasses to the middle of the long dining table. It was meant to seat twelve, so it was long. Then she slid her bottom onto the hard cherry surface. Stefano helped her lie back, and he took her seat at the head of the table.

  Alexei returned, and he helped Stef slide her into position and spread her legs open. Then he moved around the table until he was next to her head. She smiled up at him and welcomed his kiss. He made love to her with his lips, communicating tenderness and affection that left her breathless.

  While he distracted her with his kisses, Stefano licked long paths along her pussy. He stroked her clit gently with his thumb. She dug her fingers into Lex’s hair, and he broke away to pin her wrists above her head.

  “None of that now.” He slipped his other hand down her corset and squeezed her breast. He kneaded the globe and stro
ked her nipple until it stood up and begged for more. “Like that, Samantha?”

  Stefano sucked her clit into his mouth, rolling the sensitive bud between his teeth and tongue. Samantha meant to answer Lex’s question, but Stefano stole her ability to speak.

  “Hmmm. Not hard enough. I’ll take care of that.”

  Lex tugged her nipple, freeing her breast from the confines of the low-cut corset. His hot mouth closed around the bud, and he tortured it the same way Stef tortured her clit. Burning heat coiled through her body, connecting the twin points of stimulation. She writhed, fighting the pain until it morphed into something delightful. Hovering on the edge of something wonderful, she gasped. Her back arched, and she went utterly still.

  Stef and Lex lifted their mouths away at the same time, robbing her of a climax.

  She begged with a tiny, kittenish sound in the back of her throat.

  Alexei took Stef’s place between her legs. He stroked her with one finger, exploring her mons and her pink parts. She quivered and struggled not to shift her body.

  Stefano positioned himself to her right. He pressed a light kiss to her lips, her cue to clean her juices from his face. She licked his chin, cheeks, and lips, and then she plunged her tongue inside his mouth, sneaking a kiss as she did her duty.

  Just as she finished, Lex plunged his fingers into her channel. He scissored them open, stretching her with the fullness. She cried out, and Stef took over holding her wrists down. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, the one Lex had ignored. He was rougher than Lex, and it took a little longer for her to acclimate to the pain. In the meantime, he distracted her from the pressing need to come.

  They played with her for far too long, switching places whenever she came close to the edge. By the time Stef helped her sit up, every cell in her body ached with need. One more touch, and she would detonate.

  “We’re going to my room,” he said, his voice husky with need. They worked together to strip away her corset and stockings as she concentrated on walking. By the time they made it to Stef’s room, Stef and Lex had their hands all over her naked body. She lost track of who touched her where, and when Lex laid down across Stef’s bed, she climbed on without having to be told.

  Alexei guided himself into her, and she reveled in the fullness.

  “Yes, Lex. God, how I’ve missed you,” she murmured.

  He pulled her forward and thrust his tongue into her mouth.

  Behind her, the bed dipped. Stefano rubbed lubrication onto the tight muscle guarding her back entrance. She breathed out as he penetrated her with his wide cock. The fullness inside her increased exponentially. They took her over, mastering her body and her soul. She’d surrendered to them ages ago, and now she reveled in the way they sent her mind flying.

  “I’m going to come,” she said, hoping for permission. They all knew she couldn’t hold out for long once they were both inside her.

  Lex chuckled, but his laugh was strained. “Yes, my sweet lover, you are. Again and again and again, until you pass out.”

  They moved in tandem, sliding in and out to that familiar rhythm. The beat of her heart merged with theirs, a primal cadence that marched her off that cliff. She shouted, and her pussy spasmed around Lex, but they didn’t stop. The orgasm went on and on, pulsing so hard that it spread down her thighs and up her stomach. She felt it in her breasts and her toes. She was a limp thing between them, a rag doll made for carnal pleasure.

  Heat exploded inside her, a thousand rays warming her soul.

  When she woke the next morning, she found herself sandwiched between them. Stefano’s cheek was pressed to her breasts, and Lex’s body curved around her backside. She snuggled down and waited for Stefano to open his eyes. He was a morning person, just like her.

  A couple heaves of her chest, and it didn’t take long to rouse Stefano. His eyes opened, his dark lashes flickering over her skin. He moved slowly, tilting his face until his gaze met hers, and a huge smile spread over his lips.

  He pressed a kiss to her breast. “Want to shower with me?”

  It was an order couched as a request. As per their agreement, she wasn’t allowed to refuse, not that she wanted to. Showering with Stefano always turned out to be a fun adventure.

  They exited the room, quietly tiptoeing into the en suite bathroom. Stef turned on the water, and steam filled the glassed-in shower. He waited until she finished gargling before he shoved her against the counter and plastered his body to hers.

  He cradled her head in one hand and put his other hand around her throat. “Did I wish you a good morning yet?”

  A shiver ran through her. He’d put himself into a position of physical power over her, yet his question had been loving. It was times like this that made her forget all the times he wasn’t there. “No, Stef. You haven’t.”

  His member stirred against her thigh, and he stroked his thumb along her carotid. “Would you like me to?”

  She responded with a coy grin. “I always like when you wish me a good morning. You do it with such flair.”

  “Well then. You’d better wake me up.” He released her and got into the shower.

  She followed him into the large, glass-and-tile enclosure. Jets of water caressed her from three sides. Closing the door, she grabbed the soap. This was one of her favorite things to do. Washing Stefano always turned into a test of wills. He would try to hold out as long as possible, and she would wash him as sensuously as she could.

  This morning, their ritual went a little differently. He took the soap from her hands and turned her body to face away. Enclosing her in his arms, he lathered the soap and put it back on the shelf. Then he slicked his hands over her front side, pausing to play liberally with her breasts. He washed her front to back, turning her around to reach her different parts. Every touch was a caress, a promise for one hell of a good morning.

  At one point, he worked his sudsy finger into her ass. “Is this where you want me, Sammy?”

  “I’ll take you where I can get you,” she panted.

  He withdrew his finger and washed it with the soap he’d kept nearby. Then he grabbed the bottle of lubricant they kept in the shower. “Brace yourself, my love. You know how rough I can get.”

  She spread her hands on the wall and planted her feet shoulder-width apart. In seconds, she felt him nudge her back entrance. She breathed out to ease his path, and he sank all the way inside. He rode her hard, and when he was close, he reached around to rub her clit, making sure her climax followed his.

  Afterward he collapsed against her, pinning her between his body and the shower wall. “Good morning, Sammy.”

  She smiled bigger. “Good morning, Stef. Want some breakfast?”

  He chuckled. “Give me a minute to recover first, and then I’d like one clit overeasy and two breasts, Sammy side up.”

  Chapter Two

  Three days later, Alexei woke to the sounds of the ocean crashing on the rocky section of beach in front of the house. Samantha was asleep in his arms. He lived for these nights, the ones where he got Samantha to himself. While he loved sharing with his brother—he couldn’t imagine living any other way—he cherished the time he spent alone with his lover.

  It was rare to find all three of them sleeping in the same bed, and it tended to happen when the three were traveling together, or when they’d been apart. Any other time, Samantha alternated where she slept. Stef had taken the second night home, which suited Lex because he’d still been exhausted from the trip, and last night had belonged to Lex.

  Lately, it seemed like they’d been apart more than they’d been together, and the stress was taking a toll on their relationship. He could tell that Samantha was unhappy with the way things had been, but once this deal was done, he and Stef would have loads more time to spend with her. She just needed to be patient for a few more weeks.

  These three days of attention and submission had restored a smile to her face and the glow in her eyes. It was amazing to think that before him and Stef, she had nev
er submitted to anybody. Tapping into this vital part of her gave her an air of peaceful grace that was breathtaking to witness.

  She’d fallen asleep with leather cuffs still around her wrists. He used snaps to secure her arms above her head, and then he nudged her legs apart. By the time he’d massaged lube into his cock, she had begun to stir. Any second, and she would be awake.

  It was rare for him to rise before her. Samantha and Stefano were morning people, the kind who smiled and laughed and were full of energy. Alexei was the opposite, but he appreciated being surrounded by positivity. This morning, he was going to make sure she woke up experiencing the same joy she brought to him.

  He slipped inside her. She opened her eyes and tried to bring her arms down, no doubt to touch or hold him, but the restraints did their job. Understanding her position, she lifted her knees and planted her feet on the mattress. She canted her hips and met him thrust for thrust. Soon her pussy tightened around him.

  “Lex,” she begged, “please let me come.”

  With his own climax closing in, he was unable to speak, so he gave a jerky nod. Her body arched, and she cried out her pleasure. He slammed home one more time, and his seed pulsed into her warmth.

  He rolled to the side, taking her with him. Her arms got in the way, so he reached up and released the snaps. They stayed like that, with her limp body molded to his, for quite some time. Eventually his cock stirred again, and she climbed on top of him. He took her to orgasm again, and then he ordered her to join him in the shower.

  She washed him, her gentle hands moving over his skin. He watched her as she worked, and his heart swelled to see the gleam in her eyes.

  “Happy?” he asked. He had to hear it from her lips.

  “Yes,” she said. “I love this, Lex. Taking care of you makes me very happy.”

  He wasn’t sure if he picked up on the censure in her tone or if guilt was creeping up his spine. Either way, he ignored it. Guilt was an unproductive emotion. The business deal was coming to a head, and he had to fly back to New York. He would make it up to her later. It was a good thing she was so forgiving.