Zurlo, Michele - Two Masters for Samantha [Awakenings 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (22 page)

“Go into your kitchen and get a wooden spoon.”

She snagged the vibrator, but his directive had her dropping the plastic case on her bed. “What?”

“Do you have nipple clamps?”

Samantha frowned. She had seen nipple clamps before. Sabrina had several pair in one of the drawers of her jewelry box. Her sister-in-law had laughed when Samantha had held them up to study them. The little plastic claws looked so painful. The metal ones had caused her to shudder with revulsion. Sabrina had insisted that they were one of her favorite accessories, and Samantha had kept her opinion to herself.

“No, I don’t. Why do I need a wooden spoon? Stefano, I have a vibrator and a perfectly good hand, and I’m pretty good at talking dirty. If you think I’m going to do something gross with a kitchen utensil…”

His laughter cut short her tirade. “You are priceless, honey. I might be depraved and perverted, but I’m not that bad. Now, unless you have a paddle or a flogger stashed somewhere, go get the spoon. Don’t make me tell you again.”

The kitchen was a short walk. Her apartment was small and very utilitarian. It wasn’t a real home, just a place to crash when she was in the area.

“I have three spoons. Do you have a size preference?”

“Choose the spoon with the largest surface area. Got it?”

“Yes,” she said. Tendrils of nervousness didn’t override her curiosity. Though he and Alexei had repeatedly told her that she was in charge that night, the ropes binding her to the bed and the bodies holding her down didn’t make her feel like she had any control. It had been a safe risk and an incredible experience.

Neither brother had abused her trust.

“Take off your clothes, slave.”

Samantha closed her eyes. She knew language like that indicated a relationship, permanence. A pet was temporary. “Stefano, please don’t call me that.”

“All right, Sammy,” he said, his tone regretful but not contrite. He didn’t apologize. “Are you naked yet?”

She lost the shirt and panties. “I’m naked.”

“Still in the kitchen?”

“Yes.”

“Put the phone on speaker, Sammy. Set it on the counter and brace yourself.”

For what?
This wasn’t Samantha’s first experience with phone sex. She did as he directed. Only then did his intentions become clear. “You’re going to make me punish myself for teasing you.”

The huge grin on his face was evident in the timbre of his words. “I’m glad you know why you’re being punished. You’ve earned five lashes. Count them out. I want to hear you counting, and I want to hear the wood hitting your ass.”

Samantha stared at the spoon in her hand. This was absurd, wasn’t it? Then why was she so wet at the idea of the smooth wood smacking on her ass that it was uncomfortable to stand with her legs together?

Tentatively, she swung once, whacking her backside with all the force she could muster. Given the logistics involved, it didn’t come close to the force he had used with that paddle. It was a pale imitation of the real thing. Though it aroused her, it left her wanting more. Alexei’s caress. Stefano’s kiss. Resigned, Samantha counted out the strokes of her punishment.

When she finished, she threw the spoon on the counter and scooped up the phone, heading to the bedroom.

“Did it hurt, Sammy?” He sounded more curious than concerned.

“No,” she said with a sharpness to the word she didn’t intend.

“Sorry,” he said, and he meant it. “You’re going to need better equipment.”

Hell, yes, she thought, but she didn’t say it out loud. The equipment wasn’t the only problem. She needed him there to use it on her.

“Stand in front of a mirror, Sammy. Tell me what you see.”

His Dom voice was back. This time, it sent a thrill through Samantha. Still, she had no intention of giving him what he wanted. “I see a horny, naked woman. What are you wearing?”

“Samantha.”

The sharpness of the warning wasn’t what made her frown. “You never call me that, Stef. It doesn’t sound right when you say it.”

“I’m going to tie you to the spanking bench in my playroom and turn your ass bright red. I’m going to spank you until you’re close to coming, Sammy, then I’m going to stop. And when you beg me to fuck you, I’m going to do it, but in a way that will torment you even more.”

The vehemence in his promise and the picture he painted had her gasping for breath. Panting, she rubbed her finger across her clit. She flinched at the light touch before thrusting her hips forward. The woman in the mirror flushed pink with desire, the color Stefano and Alexei both seemed to like so much.

“Then I’m going to move you over to the penance table. Do you know what that is, Sammy?”

She didn’t, but he didn’t wait for a response. She pressed harder on her clit, flicking the tip of her finger across the hardened nub.

“It’s a table with extensions for strapping down the arms and legs of slaves. Your legs will be spread apart. Every inch of you will be open to me. I’ll put clamps on your nipples and your clit. I’ll fuck that luscious mouth of yours and come all over your breasts. I’ll tease you until you’ve learned your lesson.”

The entire time he talked, Samantha circled her clit. Now she rubbed lower, finding that place just outside her opening that drove her crazy. Delicious heat built.

“You won’t care what I call you then, Sammy. You’ll accept any name I choose to give you. Won’t you?”

“Yes,” she said. She had seen a penance table before, but she hadn’t known its name. The image of Stefano standing over her, his face contorted with passion as his semen shot out over her body, drove her to the edge. “Yes, Stefano, yes.”

“God, Sammy, I love the way you sound right now. You’re close, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” The word hissed through her clenched teeth.

“Stop touching yourself.”

Her hand stopped moving at his command, not bothering to pay attention to the way the rest of her body screamed for the release that had been so close. “Damn it, Stefano. Why?”

“It’s not time yet. Kneel on your bed with your knees spread two feet apart.” His voice came through the phone breathy and faint.

Samantha did as he said, but she frowned at the phone. “You came, didn’t you?”

“With those incredibly sexy sounds you were making?” He chuckled. “Hell, yes.”

Her jaw dropped. “Son of a bitch.”

Stefano’s groan vibrated through the phone’s speaker. “If I was there with you, I’d do something about that mouth of yours.”

“I bet you would,” she said. “Would you fill it with your cock or your tongue?”

“Rub your vibrator against your clit without turning it on.” Sam took solace from the fact that Stef had a hard time grunting out that command.

The thick wetness between her legs meant she didn’t need lubricant. She abandoned her attempts to wrestle control of the conversation away from Stefano. Positioning the tapered head of her translucent blue vibrator against her clit, she did as he instructed.

“Turn it on the lowest setting”

Vibrations hammered her clit. Samantha whimpered. “Let me put it inside. Please let me come.”

On the other end, Stefano’s voice was tight. “Do it, Sammy. Put it inside and turn it up as high as you like it. Tell me what it feels like.”

She slid the slick silicone into her pussy. The circumference stretched her. The steady vibrations stimulated every straining nerve in her vagina. Still on her knees, she tilted her hips, pressing the point against her g-spot. Leaning back on one hand, she undulated. The only thing missing was the feel of a warm body beneath her.

“Sammy,” he prompted.

“It’s big, Stefano, almost as big around as you. I’m riding it and pretending it’s you.”

He groaned, long and low, swearing mildly. “I want to hear you come. Come for me, Sam. Come for me now.”

She did. She thought it would take longer, but the moment he gave the command, her body rushed to obey. She cried out her release.

“Don’t stop,” he said. “I want another one. Ride it harder.”

This was going to be a problem. Her knees shook, threatening collapse. “Stefano, I—I don’t know if I can.”

“None of that,” he said in a tone that brooked no argument. “Don’t stop until I tell you to stop.”

Samantha thrust against the toy. The remnants of her orgasm pulsed through her pussy, making everything extra sensitive, but she didn’t stop. Stefano’s voice, rough with passion, praised and encouraged her. Soon, the strength of the ripples increased. Her vaginal walls contracted. Cream rushed to her pussy and she came hard.

She didn’t know what kinds of sound she made, but when she came down, her room was curiously silent. Weakly, she twisted, groping for the phone.

“Stef? Still there?”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“That was incredible.”

“Yeah, it was.”

Samantha closed her eyes. “It doesn’t change my mind.”

“I didn’t expect it to,” he said.

She heard his disappointment. “I won’t wear a collar, not ever, and I won’t have sex or expose myself in public.”

“Those are hard boundaries, then. We can respect that. Sammy, you have final say in everything that happens to you. We won’t do anything without your permission. That’s one of our hard boundaries. You can stop the action at any time. We’ll give you verbal and hand signals. We’re not out to damage you. We want to hurt you in pleasurable ways. You said it yourself: You’re a masochist. We’re sadists. Perfect compatibility.”

Samantha sighed. “You’re Doms, and I’m not a sub.”

“Sammy,” he began.

“No, Stefano, really. I might like being tied up and whipped, but I’m not submissive. I’m not looking to have someone else calling the shots in my life.” The more she thought about it, the more questions she had about her brother’s relationship with his wife and about Ellen’s relationship with Ryan. She knew Jonas was an exhibitionist and that Sabrina, as his submissive, went along with that kind of thing. She knew it was common for Doms to play with their subs in public at parties. She knew Ellen and Ryan did it every now and again. She couldn’t see herself ever being comfortable with that kind of exposure.

He was silent for several heartbeats. Sam didn’t know if he was angry or thinking. Finally, he exhaled. “Think about it, Sammy. You can call me at this number, text, or email me. I’ll text you my email address. Lex’s, too. Let us know what you decide. When you’re ready, we’ll have a ticket waiting for you at the nearest airport.”

He was taking it for granted that she would agree to what he asked, and that irked her. Though her body still hadn’t cooled, she managed to keep her tone neutral. “I’ll think about it. That’s all I promise.”

The
Kentucky
sun beat down on the beach, showing no mercy to the mortals gathered for worship. Samantha surveyed the crowded area, wondering how it was possible to make so much sand completely disappear. She picked her way through the baking bodies, not bothering to apologize for dripping on anyone.

They probably welcomed the brief change in temperature.

Once she reached the grassy area, the crowd thinned considerably, probably because it was private property. The cabin her parents rented was becoming too small to accommodate them all, especially now that both Sabrina and Amanda planned to add to their numbers. Still, it was close to the lake.