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

by Michele Zurlo

  She struggled out of his grasp and fell on the floor. He pounced and landed on her back. Air whooshed from her lungs, so he eased up the pressure of his weight. She wiggled against him, so he ground his hips into her ass. “Oh, baby, that’s good. You’re a natural.”

  She froze. “Please leave me alone.”

  He smoothed strands of her blonde curls back from her face. “That’s not going to happen. I have special plans for a piece of ass as hot as you.”

  It took some doing—Sammy did not give up her fight—but he got her into the bedroom he’d selected. The rope was a good gauge for bondage. He tied her arms and wrists behind her back, and then he attended to her ankles and legs. The line dangling from her arms was long enough to reach the ceiling where a hook was located. He took the hurricane lamp down and secured her to the hook so that she was bent over with her arms extended up behind her. If she moved too much, it would hurt her rotator cuffs.

  He cut her clothes off with scissors he’d found in the kitchen. His shirt was the first casualty, and her bikini top was the second. He could have slid it down her body, but he was a little miffed that she’d taken his shirt after he’d told her that the clothing might not survive.

  She cursed at him, so he stuffed her bikini top into her mouth and tied it so that she couldn’t spit it out. He looped more rope around her torso above and below her breasts, and he secured that line to the same hook holding her arms up. That way she was being supported at multiple points.

  He spent some time inspecting the lines and making sure the rigging was correct. It had been a while since he’d engaged in makeshift bondage. At home, they had slings and swings permanently installed for anything like this.

  When he came around to her front, she glared at him. He fisted his hand in her hair and kissed her through the makeshift gag. “I’m going to spank you for being such an unpleasant bitch. You can scream all you want, but I’m not going to stop until I think you’ve learned your lesson.”

  Her eyes grew big and round, and he knew she was having a crisis of trust. When they’d first met, he and Lex had been quite harsh with Sammy. She’d taken what they’d dished out like a champion, but she’d eventually sat them down for a firm negotiation session and put a stop to methods they’d used on subs for years.

  He didn’t ignore her concern, but he didn’t react to it either. This was yet another chance to prove to her that he knew and respected their boundaries. He went around to her backside and admired the view. Sammy had a fantastic ass. It was shapely and firm, and she was committed to maintaining it that way. He wouldn’t mind seeing it grow a little, especially as she had children, but he’d never say that to her face.

  He cupped his palm over her cheek, loving the smoothness of skin stretched tight because she was bent over. Without warning, he smacked her, cupping his palm to deliver a blow that wouldn’t leave his hand stinging. Behind her gag, Sammy let out a muffled shriek of protest. He stepped up his game, delivering a series of spanks that had her squirming.

  Then he switched tactics. Her legs were bound together, but bent over like she was afforded him access to her clit. He slid his finger between her pussy lips and found the sensitive button hidden there. She was wet, primed and ready for action. He pressed and rotated, massaging her clit until she let loose with a whimper, and then he slid one finger deep into her hole. Her position made her so tight he couldn’t suppress a groan. She would feel heavenly around his cock.

  “You haven’t learned your lesson yet. You’re not even close.”

  Clamping a hand on her shoulder to hold her steady, he spanked her harder and longer, not stopping until her ass was as red as her face. He looked for evidence of tears, but he found none. He played with her clit for a while longer, enjoying the way she danced and squirmed. She resisted him, but some moments she forgot herself and pressed closer. He waited until she spent more time begging than resisting before he eased his aching cock into her tightness.

  “Fuck,” he whispered as he buried himself all the way. “I think I’m going to keep you captive for a long, long time. You may never see freedom again.”

  She wiggled her ass in protest, so he smacked her again, and she quieted. He withdrew slowly, finding it difficult to move fast in such confines. When he slid back in, her walls pulsed around him and her body shook. He recognized the signs of her climax. She hadn’t asked, but asking didn’t really fit with the theme of what they were doing.

  “You’re having an orgasm. You must like being my fuck toy.” Reaching around her, he loosened her gag and pulled the fabric from her mouth. “I’m going to make you come again, and I want to hear you this time.”

  “Fuck you, you bastard. I’ll never like this!”

  He found a rhythm that hit her sweet spot every time. Nothing changed a woman’s tune like perfect aim. She moaned and made those little oh-oh-oh noises that grew progressively louder as she approached her climax.

  “That’s it, baby. There you go. I’m going to make you an addict. You’re going to beg for this.”

  “No! No! I won’t.” So close was her orgasm that she was barely coherent. He pulled out and watched as his semen spurted on her ass. It dripped down her crack and ran in rivulets down her legs.

  Her chest heaved, and he knew she was pissed that he’d cheated her out of what could have been a spectacular orgasm. He tucked his cock back into his pants and smacked her ass just because it was there.

  She squealed at him. “You’re a sick son of a bitch.”

  He untied her arms from the ceiling and massaged her shoulders, but he didn’t completely untie her. As his prisoner, she was still a flight risk. When her muscles had loosened up enough, he pushed her facedown onto the bed.

  She squirmed until he straddled her thighs, and then she had nowhere to go. He untied her arms and turned her over, and then he retied her arms above her head.

  “I’m going to untie your legs, and if you’re not a good captive, I’m going to be very mean to you.”

  She stopped moving while he unwound the rope from her knees and ankles, but as soon as she was free, all bets were off. She kicked him, coming dangerously close to the family jewels.

  “Whoa there, sweet cheeks. Now I’m going to be very mean.”

  “You’ve already been mean,” she sneered.

  He laughed because he knew she was talking about the scenario, but it worked well to express her frustration at being denied an orgasm. Capturing one ankle, he rigged it with a knot that wouldn’t tighten when she pulled on it. Lacking anything to secure her to, he threaded the rope under the bed and tied it to her other ankle.

  Then he settled between her legs with his face at her pussy. He swiped at her thick juices. “I’m going to be even meaner.”

  And he did. He licked, sucked, and finger fucked, but he didn’t let her come. Every time she got close, he backed off. With her impressive stamina, she held out for over an hour. Finally, she begged, her voice husky and ragged with need.

  “Please, Sir. Please let me come.”

  “You like being my fuck toy?”

  “Yes. Oh, yes.” She breathed the affirmation, and it came from the heart. His Sammy was no longer role-playing.

  He shed his jeans. They were much too tight anyway. He’d been uncomfortable for almost a half hour. She let out a desperate sob when he entered her, so he drew his thumb along her temple. “I’m here, Sammy. I’ve got you. You’re going to come for me.”

  The mist cleared from her eyes, and she understood that their game was over. He slid into her pussy and loved her tenderly. Tears streamed from her eyes, and she came so hard her entire body convulsed.

  “I love you, Sammy.” He said the words over and over as he thrust into her. His goal was another orgasm, but he failed. She was too far gone, and she pulsed around him too hard. One more thrust, and he came as hard as she had.

  His last conscious act was to untie her arms. She held him to her as they both trembled.

  “I love you, too, Stef
. Always.”

  Chapter Eight

  The beer had been cold an hour ago when he’d brought it to the beach. The glow of the sun was growing ever dimmer as the minutes ticked past. While he understood how important it was for Stefano to have time alone with Samantha—he relished his turn tomorrow—he couldn’t banish the pangs of jealousy that came with waking up alone and knowing he wouldn’t see her for the entire day.

  It hadn’t been a wholly wasted day. He’d made some phone calls and sent some emails, and he’d spent some time online doing research. And then he’d taken a nap.

  He set the bottle on the sand next to his lounger and washed his hand over his face. Being on a resort island when it was closed meant it wasn’t quite a vacation. This was the place Samantha had said she was moving. Without them.

  They were breaking her heart, and it killed him to remember the hurt expression she’d worn far too often lately.

  “Penny for your thoughts?”

  He opened his eyes to find Samantha on the lounger next to him. She wore a pair of light gray sweats and a fitted blue cotton shirt. She’d rolled the sweats so that they hung low on her hips. A strip of her stomach showed in the gap between her clothes.

  She grinned, no doubt loving that she’d snuck up on him.

  A smile spread across his face and settled in his soul. “I was thinking about you.”

  In two moves, she got up from her lounger and straddled him. “I was thinking about you, too.”

  He rested his hands on her hips and gave her his flirtiest look. “Were you?”

  “Yes. I was wondering if you missed me.”

  “Hell, yes.”

  She leaned forward and brushed a kiss across his lips. “I missed you, too. I wanted to wake you up before we left to say good-bye, but Stef said to let you sleep.”

  Alexei hadn’t been getting much rest this past week. The stress of work was nothing compared to knowing that the woman who possessed his heart wasn’t happy. He’d slept until almost ten-thirty.

  He ran his hands up and down her back. “I needed it. You wore me out last night.”

  Her laugh tinkled across the smooth expanse of sand. “I’m insatiable.”

  He couldn’t argue with that claim. It came in handy considering she had two lovers to keep satisfied.

  “Take today for instance.” She nibbled at his lower lip. “I was kidnapped and cruelly used by a handsome pirate, and now all I can think about is having you inside me.”

  His cock must have been reading her mind because it was already raring to go. “Handsome? How handsome?”

  She moved her nibbles to his chin and jaw. “Exceptionally so. He could be your twin.” Her hand moved between them, stopping when it cupped his shaft. “There were some key differences, of course.”

  “Such as?” The fact that she never mixed them up fascinated Alexei. He welcomed any information that could shed further light on her impossible feat.

  She slipped her hand into his shorts, and her cooler flesh soothed his heat. “Spoilers, darling. I wouldn’t want to ruin this feminine mystique I’ve worked so hard to cultivate.”

  He groaned and threaded his fingers into her hair. “You’re going to have to tell me one day.” Fisting her blonde locks in his hand caused her to gasp. “A sub should never keep secrets from her Dom.” He pulled her head back and licked the long column of her throat. “Take your sweats off. Now. I need to be inside you.”

  She had a hard time complying because he refused to release his hold on her hair, but she got the job done, and then she helped him shove his shorts down.

  “Mmm,” she purred as she settled onto his cock. “You saved all that for me?”

  “Ride hard, honey. You have at most two minutes, and I want to see you come.”

  She lifted a brow and rolled her hips forward. “A race? Well, I’d better giddy up.”

  He loved her competitive spirit. She rode him like a champion, and she made it to the finish line a second after he did.

  Afterward he thought she might snuggle on top of him, but she lifted herself off and fixed their clothes. He scooted over on the lounger so they could share it. She settled into the crook of his arm.

  “Lex? You looked sad when I first came up, and you said you’d been thinking about me. What’s wrong?”

  He rubbed his cheek against her silky locks. “I told you—I was missing you. And I’m planning tomorrow. I was going to take you horseback riding, but the stables are closed.”

  With her fingertip, she followed the light sprinkling of hair from his navel to his shorts. It thickened before it disappeared, and she seemed fascinated by the pattern. “I get to spend the day with you, Lex. I don’t care what we do. We can take a picnic on the trails if you’d like. The carts work just fine.”

  The golf carts were made for pavement. The trails had some difficult terrain. “I was thinking that maybe instead of riding a horse, you wanted to be a horse.”

  Her foray came to a halt. “You’re interested in pony play?”

  He picked up a strand of curls that had come free from her ponytail. “I’ve always found it fascinating, but I’ve never tried it. We’ll have to work out the kinks as we go along because we’ll both be learning together.”

  “Stef thought I was kidding.”

  At the time, Lex hadn’t thought she was too serious, but the more he thought about the dreamy expression in her eyes as she talked about it, he realized she wanted it more than she knew. “That kind of stuff doesn’t appeal to Stef.”

  “But it does to you?” She wasn’t going to let that point drop.

  He took a breath. “It kind of does. I never thought about it too much because when we’ve talked about it, Stef has rejected it outright. But, yeah. It does have some appeal, enough for me to want to explore it further.”

  She nibbled at his shoulder, pinching small amounts of skin with her teeth. “Horses bite.”

  “Horses who bite need correction. Training you could be very fun.”

  She sank her teeth into his shoulder. He flipped her over and pinned her down with his entire weight. Her grin was a cross between pleased and sly. “Trainers don’t have sex with their horses.”

  “That’s what you think.” He paid her back by biting both of her shoulders, and then he moved down to torture her breasts. He ignored her screeches and screams, not stopping until her noises became moans, and she canted her hips upward. “I’ve planned a breeding program. It might be unconventional, but you’ll be hobbled, so you won’t be able to protest.”

  At that, she whimpered, and he knew she wanted it badly. He slipped his hand down her sweats, but she halted him with a hand on his wrist.

  “Lex? Can I be a unicorn instead?”

  That question had been unexpected. He blinked at her, and it took him a few seconds to respond. “Okay, but you’ll have to earn your horn.”

  * * * *

  Seeing as how Stefano was an early riser like her, Samantha didn’t have a problem waking him up for a roll in the hay before she showered for her date with Alexei. He’d spent the previous evening trying to get Lex to spill what they were doing, but Lex would only shrug and say he was still working on the details. He played fair and didn’t ask her, though the pointed looks he gave her communicated that he knew she knew something and wasn’t divulging.

  For her part, Samantha was looking forward to her day with Alexei. She would miss Stefano, of course, but she did like spending time with them separately.

  She crept into Alexei’s room and woke him by whinnying softly in his ear. Then she nipped at his neck until he slapped her ass.

  “Suck my dick, horny pony,” he said without opening his eyes.

  She giggled and dragged her teeth down his neck. “Are you sure about that? Ponies bite.”

  He cracked one eye open and regarded her with the dark blue orb. “Good morning, Samantha, my darling submissive. Be a good girl and suck my dick.”

  Orders didn’t have to be gruff, but when he spoke t
o her in that authoritative tone, his voice husky with sleep, she had to obey. What he wanted her to do became what she needed to do. She tore away the sheet covering his awesome manliness. He was already hard, probably from the way she’d awakened him. She took his cock in her mouth and used her considerable skills to make him come.

  They were out of the hotel by eight. Alexei had packed everything they’d need in two backpacks, one of which he strapped onto her back. At his direction, she wore khakis and a sports bra under her shirt. No dressing for sex today. It looked like Lex had a hard, physical day planned.

  A cart waited outside of their hotel. He drove her to the edge of the resort, where he parked.

  “We’re walking from here.”

  Samantha eyed the beginning of the trail with some trepidation. She hadn’t been down them, but Sabrina and Drew had both told her of their experiences. The trails were beautiful, and there was a stream several miles inland that was perfect for swimming and picnicking. She wished the stables weren’t closed.

  “Are you sure about this?” She took his hand. “I haven’t been hiking in a couple of years, and I don’t think you’ve ever been.”

  He rolled his eyes and tugged her toward the path. “Don’t wimp out on me. It can’t be harder than walking through sand, and this isn’t a wet heat like we have in Florida. There’s water in the backpacks. We’ll be fine.”

  No guide or resort-sanctioned excursion party meant no working bathrooms. Samantha sighed, but she followed Lex. As long as he didn’t turn her into a pack horse and make her carry everything, she was fine with hiking.

  “You’re such a drama queen.” He laughed. “Maybe your pony name will be Drama Queen.”

  Samantha shook her head. “Sounds like a gay pony. That’s misleading.”

  He thought while they went deeper into the jungle. Okay, calling it a jungle might be stretching the truth a lot, but it sounded more adventurous. “Sam.”

  She looked at him curiously, waiting for him to continue. He never shortened her name.

  “No, that’s your pony name. When I call you ‘Sam,’ that’s your signal to get into pony mode.”