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

by Michele Zurlo

  He kissed the tip of her nose. “I’ll plunder you.”

  “Please do, kind Sir.”

  The place where he buried his aggressions cracked open. “You call me that again, and I’ll ravish you right here on the plane.”

  She looked around. They’d chartered a private flight. “Go ahead.” She slid so that she straddled him. “I’m game. You won’t even have to kidnap me. I’ll be a pirate’s wench. Sir.”

  “Take your shirt off and kneel on the floor.”

  Knowing full well where his proclivities would take him, she did as he ordered. The soft light danced over her bare breasts and reflected from the sparkle in her blue eyes. She cupped her breasts in her hands, an offering because she knew how much he enjoyed them. “Please, Sir, ravish me in depraved and diverse ways.”

  It amused him that she’d done away with titles, yet she was the one who slipped up every now and again, calling him or Lex “Master” or “Sir.” He neither asked nor insisted, yet he treasured every utterance.

  His chuckle came out husky with desire. “It’s a little late for depraved and diverse.”

  She lowered her gaze demurely, but he wasn’t fooled. Amusement shook her shoulders. “You’re going to masturbate and ejaculate on my breasts. That’s depraved, though considering how often you like to do it, not especially diverse.”

  Lex stirred, a low laugh coming from his direction as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. “She’s got you there.”

  “Fine,” he said. “Stand up, Sammy, and take off your sweats.”

  Rocking forward, she stood in one graceful glide and left her sweats on the floor. “Bring it on, big boy.”

  Stef kicked his pants off and knelt on the ground in front of her. “You might want to hold onto something.” He lifted one of her legs and threw it over his shoulder.

  She arched and grabbed the back of the seat, tilting her deliciousness to give him better access. Little noises of pleasure sounded in the back of her throat. From the corner of his eye, he saw Lex standing next to her, and those noises grew louder. Much louder. Moisture flooded to her pussy, and he eased his face away.

  “Turn her,” he said to Lex. “She’s going to ride me and suck you.”

  Sammy cooperated as Lex guided her to kneel with her back to Stef. Stefano took over from there, scooting forward so that when she sat back, he skewered her with his cock. She sighed and leaned back against his chest.

  Alexei pushed his jeans down and pulled out his cock. Sammy sat forward and took it in her hands. She licked his length, and a shudder went through all three of them. Stefano liked watching them together. Lex was part of him, an extension of his soul, and Sammy was the woman who completed them.

  He held Sammy’s hips as he fucked her, slowly thrusting in and out. Lex gathered her hair around his hand so he could both control her pace and pull her hair. Wordlessly they both increased the pace. Stef reached around to make sure she had enough stimulation, though judging by the sounds she was making and the wild cant of her hips, she was already close.

  “Come for us, Sammy.”

  Her walls clamped around him, holding him prisoner and forcing him to release his climax. Sammy screamed around Lex’s cock, and Stefano managed to thrust into her several more times. She collapsed back against him, and Lex used a tissue to wipe her face.

  “Depraved and diverse enough for you?”

  She shrugged, so he pinched her nipple until she cried out in protest and slapped it away. “If I say yes, then what will you have to work toward?”

  “Even more diverse and depraved,” Lex supplied smoothly. He zipped his fly and flopped back down across the seats. “Maybe I’ll get you that electrified butt plug and see how diverse you find that.”

  Sammy lifted herself from Stefano. He winced at the separation, but he let her go. She frowned as she dressed. They’d never discussed electric play before. Truthfully, Stefano had never considered it.

  “Sammy? You don’t have to if you don’t want to. Lex and I always respect your limits.”

  “I know,” she said. “I’m not sure about it. I think we’ll have to experiment with external electronic stimulation before I’ll consent to it internally. We’ll see.”

  * * * *

  Lex closed his eyes and listened as Stefano spoke to Samantha. He was tired, and it had nothing to do with the late hour. It was like he couldn’t catch up on his sleep, not that what he’d been able to get had been particularly restful.

  Names, numbers, and contract clauses invaded his dreams. Holding Samantha in his arms helped calm the worst of his restlessness, but he couldn’t insist on having her with him every night. Stefano deserved to have his time with her as well.

  If she suggested they all sleep in one large bed, he wouldn’t argue. But he couldn’t ask Stefano about it without raising some kind of alarm. Stef would likely pester him to see a doctor. He’d done that already. The doctor had advised him to work less and cut out caffeine. She hadn’t been too concerned. While he was down to one cup of coffee a day, he couldn’t, in all good conscience, work less. That would just mean Stefano would have to pick up the slack. Again, it put him in a position to be unfair to his brother, and Lex couldn’t do that. Stefano was his best friend and his constant companion. He and Samantha were everything to him.

  It had to be the result of not working out enough. Four years ago, when he’d met Samantha at Sabrina’s wedding, he’d been on a strict workout regimen. He lifted weights, jogged, and played a lot of basketball. Now he had time for none of those things. Starting tomorrow, he was going to make use of the gym in the hotel they liked to frequent. That would do the trick.

  * * * *

  “Yeah, Sophie. If you’re okay with it, I’m okay with it.” Samantha paced the small balcony connected to their hotel suite, her cell phone pressed to her ear. Compared to what they had on Sanctuary, they were now living in a box, a cold, cold box. Somehow she thought that was a line to a song, but she wasn’t sure where she’d heard it. Oh, well. It didn’t matter. The balcony provided some relief, but it was November in New York.

  Sophia, Drew, and Neal had stayed behind on Sanctuary only to have the exact same problems with the lead contractor that Samantha had. Tessa was sick of dealing with the man, and she was ready to jump ship. As she’d proven amenable to Samantha’s design ideas, not only listening to them, but also offering suggestions for improvement, Samantha didn’t want to lose the talented designer.

  Sophia sighed. “Actually, I prefer it. I had originally asked Evan to do this, but Alaina was pregnant, and he didn’t want to leave her side.”

  “Alaina had a baby?” Living in another state, Samantha was always the last to know. Truthfully, she was barely friends with Sophia, so it stood to reason that she wouldn’t share the goings-on in her brother’s life.

  “No, she miscarried. Keep it quiet, though. It’s still a very touchy subject for all of them. Anyway, I told him that he could take Alaina with him, and that I would manage Danny’s studio while they were gone. I even offered to let Zach stay with me, but she’s holding him even closer after this.”

  “I’m so sorry to hear that.” And she was. It always saddened her when people who had a ton of love to give to a child couldn’t have one. At least Alaina’s thirteen-year-old brother lived with them.

  “Anyway, I explained our situation, and they’re willing to go down there for a month while we look for another contractor. They’re going to homeschool Zach on the island. Evan said they can all use the break.”

  Samantha was glad they could provide a respite for the DiMarco-Carrico family, and doubly happy that they’d have a trustworthy person in charge. “As long as Ellen and Sabrina are okay with it, I think you should fire Morin and give the job to your brother-in-law. Oh, that didn’t sound very nice out loud, but you know what I mean.”

  Sophia laughed. “I do. How are you doing?”

  Two days in New York with her men, and she’d already noticed differences in their dynamic. It no
longer felt like she was visiting her relationship. Stefano had become a lot more dominant, and he found more to smile and laugh about. She liked his sense of humor. Even though they all had to sleep in one bed—the hotel hadn’t expected them back so soon, so they had to wait two more nights for a larger suite—Alexei seemed better rested.

  Earlier that day, Samantha had met with several realtors. One of them wore a collar around her neck, and Samantha had automatically felt more comfortable with her. She’d given the woman her must-have list and sent her off to find suitable apartments.

  With a smile, she answered Sophie’s question. “Great. They’re both at work, but I know what time they’ll be home. We’re going out to dinner tonight to celebrate four years of living together.”

  “Drew told me that they asked you to marry them.” Sophie’s tone took on a coy quality.

  “They did, but I turned them down. Our relationship isn’t ready for that.” It hadn’t been. Samantha was sure she’d leap at the offer if they presented it again. She heard the keycard in the door to the hall. “Sophia, I’m going to let you go. Lex and Stef are home, and I like to be available to greet them.”

  After hanging up, she rushed into the room to find Stefano setting his briefcase on the floor next to the sofa. He glanced up at her, a huge smile on his face.

  “I like this,” he said. “Having you here makes a big difference, Sammy. I have a reason not to linger in a meeting or with the client.”

  She looked behind him, a question in her eyes.

  “Lex will be along shortly. He got a call in the lobby that he had to take.” He stroked the edge of his thumb up and down her arm. “I need you, honey. Right now.”

  She stripped off her jacket, shivering with residual chill and anticipation. Her shirt and skirt followed, but those she folded neatly over a chair. She had dressed for fine dining.

  With one hand on the back of her neck, Stef shoved her down over the sofa. She felt his cock nudge her entrance. She wasn’t quite wet, so the first thrust hurt, but after that, she was fine. He fucked her hard and fast.

  “You’re not allowed to come.” He ground out the command as he pumped himself into her. “Tighten around me.”

  She did, and that made it even more difficult to resist the siren’s call of her climax. Focusing on the ugly painting across the room, she controlled her breathing and managed to withstand his onslaught. The feel of his warm semen bathing her insides brought her enough fulfillment.

  He pulled away, and cool air stirred against the places that were warm from his touch. “Stay like that.”

  He rummaged through a drawer that contained their toys. She heard water run and the telltale wheeze of a lube bottle that was almost empty. Time for a run to the store. The silicone toy nudged her back entrance. She breathed out to let it in, and she ended up gasping. It was the widest one they owned, and her Doms rarely used it. The thing hurt going in, and it took her several minutes to adjust to it. She couldn’t walk or sit. Moving was usually too difficult. The toy ensured she was going to “stay like that.”

  The door opened again, but it was to her back. She trusted that if anybody was in the hallway, Stef would shield her naked body.

  “Hell-o,” Lex said. “What a nice surprise.”

  “You’re welcome,” Stefano said. “I’m going to jump in the shower.”

  “Sure.” Lex had already lost interest in his brother’s plans.

  Samantha wondered if they’d coordinated this, or if they were making it up as they went along. She felt his caress along her bare bottom, and then she heard the rustle of fabric that told her he was lowering his pants.

  “No coming,” he ordered.

  It wasn’t confirmation that they’d planned anything. Lex and Stef often did the same things to her, and she knew they had no idea how in sync they were with one another.

  “No coming,” she repeated. “Got it.”

  He also took her fast and hard, pounding into her with such vigor that sitting in the restaurant was going to be a challenge. Sometimes she took one of the circular blowup pillows to ease her discomfort.

  The plug added another dimension to the experience. Every time he surged forward, he shoved it deeper into her, fucking her doubly. It was easier for Samantha to hold off her orgasms with vaginal sex than anal, and when they were combined, she struggled not to come. Sharp tingles shot up her spine and her head grew dizzy, sure signs she was about to lose it. She breathed in short, harsh gasps, trying to stave off the inevitable.

  Lex climaxed before she lost control, thank goodness. As he came inside her, she sagged over the sofa in relief. That’s when he spanked her.

  He started off by punctuating his smacks with soft caresses of her thighs, butt, and lower back. The intensity of each blow varied, making it impossible to predict what was coming next. She braced her hands on the sofa cushion and held on for the ride. Her backside burned pleasantly, and when he centered the blow over the plug, it was too much.

  “Please,” she begged. “Not that. You’re making it so hard not to come.” When he didn’t alter his actions, she tried again. “Lex, please!”

  The smacks came harder and faster, and she knew they’d soon reach a crescendo. She also knew that Stef had returned, and he was responsible for at least half of the blows.

  “Stef, please! I want to be good.”

  Just like that, the blows ceased. Two sets of hands righted her. The room took a moment to come into focus as her blood returned to normal flow. They held her steady until she could stand on her own. Now her ass and thighs burned, and she felt wonderfully used.

  They stroked her, caressing her as a reward. Lex took her into the shower with him. She held up her hair and let him wash the sweat and the smell of sex from her body. He even took out the plug, laughing when he realized what Stef had done.

  “I think Stef is in a particularly sadistic mood tonight.”

  The redness on her ass bore witness to the fact that Lex was in the same mood. She was sore, incredibly horny, and she’d be walking funny for the next hour, but she didn’t mind. It had been a while since they’d played hard. Her soul rejoiced at the chance to serve them like this.

  She put her arms around Lex as they exited the shower, and she pulled him to her. “I love you, Alexei Morozov.”

  He kissed her tenderly, his earlier harshness erased by her declaration and submission.

  A brief knock on the door interrupted them. Lex reluctantly released her. “Do you have the device of which we spoke?” he asked in his best imitation of an evil scientist.

  Samantha turned to find Stefano holding a metal contraption. She recognized a chastity belt. This particular one had places to attach dildos that would occupy her front and rear entrances, and that’s exactly how Stefano put it on her.

  Lex rubbed her hip. “How does it feel?”

  “Cruel and unusual. I’m already horny as hell.” And they were locking her out of even being able to rub her thighs together to find some semblance of relief.

  “Good,” Stefano replied. “That’s close enough to depraved and diverse. By the end of the night, you’re going to be mindless with need.”

  Samantha sighed. “You’re evil. Both of you.”

  Alexei put his arms around her. “That’s exactly how you like us.”

  Yes, it was.

  The end of the night came after a long, slow dinner. The mood lighting and delicious food provided the atmosphere, and her men kept her occupied with conversation and flirting. Samantha sometimes liked to watch the other diners try to figure out which of the brothers she was with. This was one of the times when she ignored everybody but Lex and Stef.

  Afterward they took her to an off Broadway show.

  By the time they arrived back at the suite, it was late. She was exhausted, and so were they, though they did their damndest to try to hide it. She stood still while Stef removed the belt. Lex rubbed her down with his hands, the same way he had taken to doing as part of the grooming portio
n of pony play. She responded like a flower opening to his tender ministrations. Stefano joined in, and everything was perfect.

  “We’re going to have you, Sammy. You’re going to be ours.”

  “Yes,” she said, already under his spell. “Always.”

  His mouth closed over hers, halting the tide of her tiredness and reigniting her libido. They lifted her, taking her to their bed, and they made love to her until the three of them lay on their sides snuggled together for the night.

  Alexei turned out the light and pulled the blankets over them.

  “I chose a realtor,” she murmured as sleep overtook her. “I texted you the time and place to meet us—five o’clock at the Brightstar Grill.”

  “You texted the wrong time,” Stefano said as he stroked her hair away from her face. “We’ll swing by here and pick you up at two.”

  She frowned at him in the darkness before she remembered their other appointment. “Yes, two o’clock. I remember now.”

  Lex pressed a kiss to her nape. “Get some sleep, honey.”

  With one lover on either side providing plenty of warmth, she fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

  * * * *

  Alexei seethed. He sat in the waiting room with his fists clenched in his lap. He’d rushed to get everything done early so that he could spend the rest of the day with Samantha. Sure, they had to meet with the realtor this afternoon, but that wouldn’t take up too much time. He had plans for a leisurely dinner, and he’d arranged for Stefano to give them an hour alone. He’d return the favor by disappearing for an hour so that Stef could enjoy some quality time with their lovely submissive.

  Only that’s not how the afternoon was progressing. He found himself waiting to see one of the top doctors in the country. It wasn’t his regular physician, who practiced near their Miami home.

  Samantha put a tentative hand on his wrist. “Lex, please don’t be so mad. I’m worried about you.”

  He shot her a glare that she could never mistake for anything but fury. “You should have come to me. You shouldn’t have done this. I’ve already seen a doctor.”