The keening wail went on and on. Light flooded her eyelids, and she wasn’t sure whether they’d removed the blindfold or if the never ending climax had short circuited her vision. Lex and Stef said things to her—murmured encouragements, breaths of praise, shouts of enjoyment—but she processed nothing.
When she once again became aware of her limbs and where she was, her sensitive pussy still throbbed. “Thank you.” She mumbled without opening her eyes. The sheet covered her to her neck. She felt around for another body, but she found herself quite alone.
She opened her eyes and let them adjust to the gloomy room. It was empty. “Hello? Stef? Lex?”
The door opened, and Stefano rushed in. He climbed onto the bed and took her in his arms. “You’re awake. We really did a number on you.”
Grasping at his shirt, she snuggled even more into his arms. “You left me. You never leave me.”
He half-chuckled. “Honey, you’ve been out for ten hours. It’s eight at night.”
She lifted her head from his shoulder and stared at him in the pool of light spilling through the door from the main room. “Ten hours? Are you sure?”
“Yeah. Lex went out to get some dinner. You slept through lunch. We were going to wake you up for more sex, but you didn’t stir when we started kissing on you, so we let you be.”
A strand of hair fell over her cheek. She pushed it back. “I must have been tired.”
He traced a caress down her face. “The setting might have been a tropical vacation paradise, but you spent the last three days working your ass off. Of course you’re tired.”
“How’s Lex doing?” She’d asked every time they’d talked, but Stef hadn’t been too forthcoming with details.
“Great,” he said. “We washed our hands of the Resto deal. I called Lindsay to come up from Miami to handle closing out the loose ends. She called this afternoon to let me know that Morozov Industries has officially broken off negotiations and will not be resuming them. After Thanksgiving, Lex and I are going back to Miami to redistribute our duties. We’ll be overseeing the company, but we won’t be part of day-to-day operations anymore.”
Samantha felt like she’d been turned into a unicorn and a princess at the same time. With a squeal, she threw her arms around Stefano’s neck. “Thank you so much.”
He stroked his hands down her back, waking her up more with each pass. “We accomplished everything we set out to do with Morozov Industries, and now it’s time to set new goals.”
“Seventeen orgasms in one day?”
Stef chuckled, though from the sound of it, he wasn’t entirely sure she’d been joking. Neither was she. “How about you hop in the shower? Lex should be back soon. He’d love to see you wearing your pony tail and that new halter he bought for you.”
Sam scratched her nails over his still unshaven stubble. “We don’t have to do that now. I know how uncomfortable it makes you.”
Stefano shrugged. “Lex convinced me that you need to breed with a wilder stallion. That’s me. Do you need help with the tail?”
Scooting out of bed, Samantha bit her lip. Putting her tail in was a symbolic way to begin their play. The act of Lex inserting the plug into her took her to that special pony headspace. “I’ll wait for Lex. Maybe he doesn’t want to play tonight. I’d be okay with just hanging out with the two of you, snuggling on the sofa and listening to you tell me about spending three days with Ana.”
She wasn’t sure whether Stefano was pleased or relieved that she’d turned down pony play. Before she did that with him, they needed to sit down and have a talk. His opinions on that issue had been too strong to suddenly change.
* * * *
Alexei returned with a bag full of Chinese food to find Samantha swathed in a white bathrobe and sprawled on the couch. Her feet were in Stefano’s lap, and his brother was massaging them. The heavy scent of lavender hung in the air, and Lex guessed that Stefano had busted out the reflexology kit Ana had given him the night before last.
The sofa was across the room from the door, but Samantha had a clear view of him. The contented smile on her face turned gleeful. “Lex! I missed you.” She crossed the room in a graceful run and planted her lips on his. “Mmm. That smells good.”
Her stomach gurgled loudly. He broke the kiss and handed her the bag. “Eat. I can’t have you fainting from starvation.”
While she emptied the bag onto the small counter in the kitchenette, Stef joined them. “She woke up right after you left and called for us. She seemed a little panicked to wake up alone.”
Unless they were at home in their own beds, they’d never left her to awaken by herself. When she was with him, she always got up first. Alexei knew Stef had comforted her. “Let’s get some dinner in her.”
Samantha grabbed a mixing bowl and dumped items from various takeout containers into it. From the amount of food she took, he’d been right to order the extra portions. She glanced over her shoulder as she came to the end of the line. “Are you guys eating, or is this all for me?”
The dining table had been designed for two, so they took their plates and bowls into the living area. He and Stef settled on either end of the sofa. Samantha knelt on the floor between them. They rarely asked her to follow this kind of protocol anymore, but he liked that she’d done it without having to be told. Due to the amount of time they’d spent apart lately, these little submissive customs had gradually fallen by the wayside. It felt good to bring some of it back.
He confiscated her food. “Turn around and face us.”
Rather than being pissed that he’d taken her meal, she did as he directed, facing him with a shy smile. “I miss this,” she said, echoing what he felt in his heart.
The bowl contained a hodgepodge of flavors, though he saw that she had managed a cursory separation of sauces. He fed her a bite.
“How was Sanctuary?”
“It was great. We made some changes to the master plan that you might like.”
Stefano used his fork to scoop up another bite for their hungry girl. “Oh yeah? What kinds of changes?”
“We shrunk the resort, and we’re building a city. It’s going to be a green city, all natural energy and growing our own food and stuff.”
That didn’t sound too profitable, but Alexei reserved judgment. Samantha had never been in this to make money. Stefano commented first. “That sounds nice. Why did you do that?”
“I was talking to Evan—he’s Sophia’s brother-in-law that we brought in to be the general contractor—and he lives in a triad. So does Sophia. Really Sabrina is the only one not doing it, but whatever. I don’t have another brother, and I can’t see Jonas sharing her with anybody.”
They took turns feeding her, so it was a few minutes until he realized she was nowhere close to answering Stefano’s question. “What about those changes, honey?”
“We thought the island might be a place more people want to visit if part of it is family friendly. Evan gave us the idea. He wanted to bring Danny and Alaina there to be with him while he works, which we said was fine, but they have a kid, Zach, who is twelve. The resort isn’t exactly a place you want to take children.” Excitement shone in her eyes. “Lex, it’s going to be what I want—a sanctuary for people living the polyamourous lifestyle. We don’t go around having sex in public and flaunting our kinky lifestyle, so we figured that the resort could stand to be smaller. It’ll have all the amenities, but people can live there and visit the different parts. Like if we wanted to use the stable for pony play, we could do that. But the city side of it would be completely normal and polyamorous.”
Lex scratched the stubble on his chin. Neither he nor Stef had shaved since yesterday morning. They knew how much she’d enjoy their prickly faces. “So you’d sell memberships?”
“Yep. That was Ellen’s idea. I think I’m explaining this badly, but it looks great on paper. Lex, we hired an architect to work with Evan. We’re going to build a house down there. I want to do that and buy an apartment in New Yor
k, okay? We wouldn’t live in any one place year-round.”
If Samantha wanted to build a house for them on her island, he couldn’t see a reason she shouldn’t. They would need to get hurricane insurance, but they carried that on their Miami home anyway.
He exchanged a glance with Stefano, one of the ones where they had an entire conversation in ten significant seconds. When it concluded, he looked down at Samantha to find her gaze submissively lowered as she waited for their verdict.
He touched her cheek. It was petal-soft and golden from hours spent in the sun. “Build your house, honey. Make sure you have a practice ring and an art studio in the design.”
“More than one studio,” Stefano said. “I’ve always wanted to paint. Now that I’m retired, I want to devote some time to improving my skill.”
Samantha’s eyes widened. “We can share. I would love to have you working near me.” Then her expression turned flirtatious. “Of course, I may suddenly develop an interest in painting nudes.”
Stefano reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black box. They’d been carrying the same one around for a month. From the look on her face, Samantha recognized it.
“Sammy, will you do us the honor of becoming our wife?”
Tears spilled down her cheeks. She opened her mouth to speak, but a choking sound came out. Finally she settled for nodding vigorously. Lex set her bowl on the coffee table and picked her up in his arms. She clung to him with one arm and pulled Stef close with the other.
She sniffled and wiped her cheeks on her robe. “Yes, Stef. Yes, Lex. I want very much to be your wife. You’re my heart and soul. I want to live with you, love you, submit to you, have your children, and grow old with you. Can we do that?”
Laughter bubbled from Lex, and he felt more relaxed than he had in years. This was pure ecstasy. Alexei and Stefano held her tightly until she dropped her hands to their laps and rubbed suggestively. “I say we mark this occasion with fireworks.”
His relief at her acceptance changed to something more forceful and fun. “Multiple sets of fireworks coming up, honey.”
“Wait,” Stefano said. “Let’s play Spank the Fiancée first.”
Samantha shrieked and leaped to her feet. “You’ll have to catch me.”
She took off for the bedroom, and they followed. Stefano dove across the bed and snagged her around the waist. Lex pushed her forward, positioning her despite her half-hearted attempts to wiggle away.
He met his brother’s gaze across Samantha’s beautiful backside. “How many?”
“Let’s start with twenty and keep going until she begs us to fuck her.”
Samantha kicked her feet in a paltry protest. “I’ve already asked!”
“Begged, honey,” Lex reiterated. “We want to hear you beg.”
“After you spank me,” she said, throwing a sultry look over her shoulder. “Then I’ll beg.”
He and Stef took turns marking the occasion. They gave her an erotic spanking, stopping frequently to play with her pussy, but they didn’t let her come until she begged.
Later, the three of them lay together in a post-coital near coma. Lex couldn’t remember a time in his life when he’d felt so happy and content. The years he’d spent with Samantha had been blissful, but now everything was falling into place. His life had profoundly changed—all of their lives had profoundly changed—and the future had never looked so bright.
Tomorrow, they’d tell Samantha about their visit with Ana and the time they spent with their father. She’d want to hug them when they talked about visiting their mother’s grave, and then he wanted details about her upcoming gallery showing in New York, these salsa lessons she was going to take with Stef, and what else was going on with the resort.
Then he and Stef would breed their pony—together, as they were meant to do.
THE END
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I’m Michele Zurlo, author of over 20 romance novels. I write contemporary and paranormal, BDSM and mainstream—whatever it takes to give my characters the happy endings they deserve.
I’m not half as interesting as my characters. My childhood dreams tended to stretch no further than the next book in my to-be-read pile, and I aspired to be a librarian so I could read all day. I ended up teaching middle school, so that fulfilled part of my dream. Some words of wisdom from an inspiring lady had me tapping out stories on my first laptop, so in the evenings, romantic tales flow from my fingertips.
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