“It binds her to us even more. She wears our collar, but it’s not enough. She needs this, Lex. We need this if we’re going to convince her to move forward.”
Alexei checked his reflection. The last time he’d cut his hair too short, Samantha had asked him to grow it back out. Not too long, just enough so that she could run her fingers through it and give him sex hair. She liked the look of sex hair on him, which he understood because he loved when her wavy hair curled into a charming disarray, her sinfully erotogenic halo.
“Your hair looks fine. Let’s go. Heather says she’s overseeing the demolition. She doesn’t really need to do that.”
“We’re set for the scene?”
“No,” Stefano said. “If we set up for a scene, she’s going to think we came here for sex instead of to talk.”
Alexei had come for both. Keeping his hands off Samantha was extraordinarily difficult. “If she initiates it, I’m not going to say no.”
“You will if she’s using it to manipulate us.”
Samantha was one of the least manipulative people he’d ever met, which was why her power play had set off so many alarms with him and Stef.
“If she’s manipulating us with this, then she has multiple personality disorder or something. Samantha isn’t like that.”
“No, but she’s unhappy and feeling unloved. Anger can drive people to do things they wouldn’t normally do.”
She kept saying she wasn’t angry, but neither he nor Stef quite believed her. It was more plausible that she didn’t want to be angry.
They left the room and wandered over to the construction site. Samantha was easy to find. She was in the lobby, which had been stripped of all furniture and décor, and rows of bare studs attested to the fact that several walls were being removed. A woman dressed in violet, whose hair had been dipped in blue dye, stood next to her. Hovering behind them was a man wearing jeans, work boots, a hard hat, and no shirt.
He was ripped, and when he turned his head, he revealed a handsome face. He had dark hair and heavy stubble, the kind of look that made Samantha weak in the knees. When he and Stef had a few days off work, they both stopped shaving because their dark stubble drove Samantha crazy.
The man said something, and the three of them shared a laugh. Jealousy rose in Lex because he couldn’t remember the last time she’d indulged in a carefree expression of amusement around him.
Samantha was dressed in jean shorts and a baby blue fitted shirt that came down in a V in the front and back. As soon as she saw them standing across the lobby, her smile transformed to shock, and she looked like she was about to cry.
“Damn,” Lex exclaimed. “Not what we were going for.”
He and his brother hurried to close the distance, but Sam had them beat. She launched herself at them, flying across the lobby and tripping over a two-by-four. Stefano caught her, and she threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and laying an open-mouthed kiss on his lips.
It was so hot to watch, but more than that, it was balm to his soul. She still loved them. While he impatiently witnessed their reunion, she reached out and snagged his shirt to draw him closer. She transferred from Stef to him seamlessly, bestowing her enthusiastic affection on him.
“You came,” she said when she finally stopped kissing them. Tears wet her cheeks. “I can’t believe you came.”
He wiped under her eye with one thumb. “You thought we wouldn’t? Samantha, we miss you so much.”
“I know, but—” She broke off, biting her lip and turning her face away. She didn’t need to finish her sentence. He knew what she hadn’t said.
They always told her they missed her and loved her, but it had never led them to change their plans. They’d always known she was at home waiting for them.
She was tired of waiting.
He dried her other cheek. It killed him to see her this way, especially because he’d caused it. When she cried during a scene, that was different. It was beautiful and cathartic, not full of pain and sorrow.
“Sammy, don’t cry,” Stefano said. “We’re here now, and we’re not going anywhere without you.”
She tortured her lips some more, considering things he couldn’t guess. Finally she faced them, looking deep into his eyes and then Stef’s. “I need you. I need a scene so badly.”
Ever since she’d refused to let the concept of punishment into their scenes—they now talked about transgressions instead of meting out physical punishment—their scenes had been mostly fun expressions of love and kink. Lex could count on no hands the number of times she’d asked for a scene with that kind of desperation.
He pulled her close and guided her head to his shoulder. Over her head, his gaze met Stef’s, and they had a silent conversation about how to proceed. Samantha was in a bad place. They had to see to her needs first. Stef nodded his agreement. As one unit, they turned toward the exit.
“Come on, honey. Let’s go. Tell us what you need to happen.”
“Strict restraint,” she breathed, her cheek still on his shoulder as they slowly ambled back to their rooms. “A thorough flogging, probably more. I want you to make me cry.”
“You’re already crying,” Stef pointed out. He put his hand on her lower back, a gesture she usually found soothing.
She put her other arm around Stef’s shoulders, pulling him closer. “Then flog me until I stop.”
Back at the suite, they pushed the furniture in the living room out of the way. Samantha watched them wordlessly, her eyes growing large when Stef got on a chair and cut into the drywall. Stefano exposed a rafter, and they looped a rope around it. Lex cleaned up the debris and dumped it in the trash.
One look was all it took for her to strip out of her clothes. She stood under the rope and cooperated to help them strap spreader bars between her ankles and wrists. Lex lifted her bound arms above her head so that Stef could secure the bar with the rope.
Stefano disappeared into the bedroom and returned with their bag of toys. He fished a blindfold from inside. It was leather, made for sensory deprivation. She would see absolutely nothing, not even a stray glow of light. This blindfold would allow her to focus on what she felt and heard. They had no plans for a gag. Even if the resort was open, it was the kind of place where a sub’s screams were welcomed and celebrated.
Samantha sighed as Stef covered her eyes and secured the strap tightly around her head. “No gag,” he whispered as he nibbled at her earlobe. “And no ear coverings. I want you to hear every movement we make, every swish of the flogger, every snap of the crop.”
Her breath caught. “You brought the riding crop?”
“Yes, Sammy. Do you want it?”
She started to nod, but then she stalled. “I might need it harder than normal.”
Samantha loved subspace, but she had her limits where pain was concerned. He and Stef had spent years finding the delicate balance between enough and too much. They’d found that it often depended on her mood. Sometimes it depended on her hormonal cycle, and that was damned difficult to gauge because asking about it often made her more emotional.
Lex dragged his fingertips between her breasts and down her stomach. “We’ll get you there, honey. Remember, use your safe word if you need it.”
She took a quavering breath. “If I need it.”
Over the years, she’d used it several times. They didn’t play games with words. “No” meant no, and “stop” meant stop. They’d added “wait” for when she needed a moment to compose herself or ask for them to adjust something.
They started off by touching her all over, waking up her nerve endings and fulfilling a need for physical contact. Alexei ran his fingers and palms over every inch of her front side, even exploring the inside of her mouth. He touched her teeth and gums, and he pressed down on her tongue. She sucked his finger dry, and he fought the urge to put his lips and tongue everywhere his hands had been.
Behind her, Stefano touched her backside. They switched places and repeated the pro
cess. By the time they finished, she was a trembling mass of nerves. Juices ran down her inner thighs. He wiped those away because he planned to flog her there as well.
He started on her back and let Stefano have the front. His brother got a special thrill from flogging her breasts. The first round of hits was light. He used a windmill motion to sensitize her skin and get her endorphins flowing. Stef started off the same way.
After she settled into the rhythm and stopped trying to fight it, he and Stef both grabbed a second flogger switched to a Florentine pattern. Her tanned skin took on a ruddy tone, and he increased the intensity of his strokes. This was the time when she tended to go into subspace. He exchanged a quick look with Stefano, but he shook his head. She wasn’t there yet.
He dropped his floggers on a table and rooted through the bag looking for the crop. She’d said she would need more, and she had been right.
Stefano dropped his floggers on top of Lex’s and went to the bag while Lex tended to Samantha. He only ever used the crop on her ass and thighs. The flap of it was a lot more versatile, but the rod part wasn’t, not where Samantha’s preferences and limits were concerned.
He spoke praises into her ear. “You’re doing wonderfully, honey. Your skin is the most beautiful shade of red. It’s hot to the touch. Tell me how you’re feeling.”
“Good,” she said. “My head is starting to float.”
Her tears had long since dried. The blindfold and the ropes had calmed her, and now she needed a push to get where she needed to go. “I’m going to use the crop next. You’re going to have a few welts, and we’re going to make you come.”
“Thank you, Lex,” she said.
It never ceased to amaze him when she got his name right under circumstances like this. She was so attuned to them that she could tell them apart blindfolded and buzzed from a flogging. He pressed a kiss to her neck. “You’re welcome, honey.”
Stef eased him out of the way so he could affix clamps to her nipples. They were connected by a chain that would tighten the clamps whenever they yanked on it. The delicate silver chain also looped through a third clamp that he attached to her clit.
She moaned and whimpered as Stef tightened and adjusted the trio of clamps. She wouldn’t orgasm with them on, but the second they were removed, she would explode. They all knew what was coming.
When he finished, Stef twisted his fist in her hair, yanked her head back, and delved into her mouth with his tongue. He licked her neck and sucked on her nipples, clamps and all. She cried out, and that’s when Lex hit her across the butt with the crop. Her cry turned to a scream.
She screamed with each one, but she didn’t cry. Though he spaced them out, he counted fifteen strokes before Stef signaled for him to stop. Her head had slumped forward, and sobs shook her shoulders. Stefano removed the clamps, and her body jerked. She cried out, a long, ear-piercing series of shrieks, and he realized she was fighting the orgasm.
That wouldn’t do. She needed to surrender, to find the peace only achieved through total submission.
Stefano held her while Lex untied the rope. They loosened the cuffs attached to the spreader bars and removed them. After prompting her to drink some water, they took her into the bedroom she’d chosen. It was a two-bedroom suite, so they figured they would take turns sleeping in the bed with Samantha while they were there.
The bed had a wrought iron frame, which proved functional as well as decorative. Lex bound her arms above her head, and Stef looped rigger knots around her lower thighs. He tossed the lines to Lex, who secured them to the frame. Now she was bound with her legs spread open, and the light depravation blindfold still covered her eyes. Though it had done a lot, the flogging hadn’t quite pushed her to where she wanted to be.
By silent agreement, he and Stefano had decided she needed to climax until she broke down. In the state she was in, they could probably cane her, something she’d forbidden, and it wouldn’t help her deal with her emotions.
Stefano went first, by virtue of being closer. He settled on his stomach and licked the wet tissues between her legs. She exhaled hard, a desperate sound, and tried to wiggle away.
“No, Samantha. Be still.”
“Lex, please, I–It’s sore from the clamp.”
“Stef will take that into consideration.”
Of the pair, Stefano was the rougher lover. Lex flew off the handle a heck of a lot easier, but Stef loved to pound his cock into Samantha’s holes. He occasionally tried to rein himself in, but Samantha always admonished him for it.
Stefano must have taken it into consideration, though that meant he tormented her poor, swollen bud, and she was soon lost in the throes of passion. Lex squeezed and kneaded her breasts, teasing the heated globes as she arched into his hands.
“Please,” she panted. “Let me come.”
“Yes,” he crooned. “Come for us, honey.”
With a short cry, she did. They switched positions, and Lex took his turn drinking her sweet, musky flavor. He moaned as he slurped and fucked her with his tongue. Out of courtesy, he left her clit alone for the first part. When he brought it into play, she let out a series of high-pitched squeaks. Looking up, he saw his brother’s head bent over her breast. Though he couldn’t see exactly what Stef was doing, he knew she was enjoying it.
He inserted two fingers in her channel and found her sweet spot. She writhed and begged. “Please,” she said, “Lex, oh, please let me come.”
He and Stef both mumbled consent without lifting their mouths from her body. Cream gushed between her legs as she came in his mouth. He couldn’t hold out any longer. They’d been apart for too long, and he’d missed her too much. Rising to his knees, he shoved his shorts down and kicked them away.
A shudder ran through her body as he entered her, and her pleased sigh welcomed him home. He perched his weight on his arms as he thrust into her pussy. Her moans and exclamations made it difficult to hold out, but it was imperative that she climax again. Her vaginal walls pulsed around his cock from her last orgasm, and when she squeezed him impossibly hard, his balls drew up and he shot his load.
He fell away from her and watched as Stefano took his place. From the expression on his brother’s face, she was having the same effect on him.
“Fuck, Sammy. You feel too good. I can’t—” Stef’s eyes rolled skyward, and he came. Lex had held out for longer. The thrill of winning a competition didn’t assuage the guilt over neither of them having made her climax again.
He scrambled off the bed and got a vibrator from the bag in the living room. It was clean, but he washed it again anyway. In retrospect, they should have set up for the scene. When he returned to the room, Stef was pumping two fingers into her cunt. A sheen of sweat coated her body, making the marks of the crop and floggers even more vivid.
He handed his brother the vibrator. Stef slid it home and turned it on. Samantha’s body jerked as he fucked her with it, and Lex decided it wasn’t enough. He got the crop and used the flap to pepper her inner thighs, stomach, and breasts with light taps. She came hard, her entire body contracting to a small point before going completely stiff. She didn’t make a sound, but when her muscles worked again, she trembled and shook. Tears leaked out from behind her blindfold. He removed it as Stefano untied her.
They held her between them as she sobbed in their arms. It broke his heart to see her like this. Lex wanted so badly to make it stop, but he knew she needed to let loose all the poison bottled up inside her.
Stefano crooned assurances and petted her, but Alexei could only hold her tightly. They desperately needed to talk, but now wasn’t the time. Now they needed to revitalize their physical connection.
* * * *
Sam listened to Stefano’s murmurings and reveled in Lex’s strength. The burning pain in her heart had eased a lot. The flow of her tears had halted, but she couldn’t stop trembling. That had happened before after an intense scene.
Alexei kissed her, a wealth of tenderness in his strong lips. He car
essed her cheek with his fingertips and deepened the kiss. She wrapped her hand around his wrist, taking comfort from his solidity. He pulled her on top of him, guiding his cock into her pussy. Stefano knelt between her legs, and she felt the warmth of lubricant against her back entrance.
She rested her head on Lex’s chest—he was still wearing his shirt, which she found odd—and let them love her. Reverent caresses combined with murmured phrases of affection. The sensations washed over her as the soothing waves of her climax sent her soaring.
Chapter Six
She woke up alone. The scents of Lex and Stef suffused the bedding, and she heard their voices coming from the living room. She couldn’t make out what they were saying. With a sigh, she rolled from bed and freshened up in the bathroom.
Her skin was mostly clear. A few red patches on her chest and thighs were left over from the flogging, and she had two small welts on her ass. She threw a loose dress over her head and went out to see her lovers.
They were in the kitchenette swapping food from plate to plate. Room service had delivered, and now they were dumping all the broccoli on her plate and stealing her glazed pineapples. While she liked broccoli, there was no way in hell she was eating three servings. They were welcome to the pineapple, though. It was one fruit Samantha couldn’t stand.
“Hey,” Stef said, his mouth quirking up on one side in a sated smile. “I was just about to come get you.” He handed her the plate with way too many vegetables and no pineapple slices.
She took it. “Thanks. Are you sure you want me to eat this much broccoli? It’s your turn to sleep with me.”
Stefano took her plate, dumped half the green stuff, and gave it back. “Better?”
She kissed his cheek, and then she did the same with Alexei. “Everything’s better now that you’re here.” That wasn’t to say the issues had been resolved, but she’d hovered on the edge of desolation without them.
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