Zurlo, Michele - Two Masters for Samantha [Awakenings 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Michele Zurlo Page A

thigh under the table. The touch both excited her and calmed her down.
    “You’re getting awfully nervous,” Alexei said. “We can fix that for you.”
    “How?” The word came out as a croak, but she didn’t reach for her water.
    He spread his fingers over her cheeks, sliding them until he cradled her head in his hands. His lips feathered across hers in a caress as light as his touch.
    Though he didn’t do much more than brush his lips against hers, he left her breathless and wanting more. When he released her, she turned her gaze away, giving her attention to the pair on the platform. The simple act had calmed her nerves, just as Lex said he could.
    Stefano’s questing hand slid down far enough to find out that her shorts ended just above her knee. She sucked a deep breath when his skin made contact with hers, and she hoped he didn’t notice.
    The woman knelt at her master’s feet. Her bottom rested on her heels and her hands were clasped behind her neck, forcing her breasts to thrust forward. Her eyes focused on her master’s feet.
    “She has great posture,” Alexei purred into her ear. “Her back is straight and her breasts are well presented. And look at the way her knees are spread. If she were naked, no part of her body would be hidden from his view. He’s very pleased with her right now.”
    Samantha tore her gaze from the sub and focused on the Dom. He smiled down at his charge with fondness, affection, and pride. As she watched, the sub rocked back and rose without moving her hands. It was a flowing, graceful movement. Next to her, both Alexei and Stefano sucked air.
    “That was hot.”
    She didn’t turn her head to acknowledge Stefano’s remark. She thought it was crude to say something like that when they were openly hitting on her.
    “Yeah,” Alexei agreed. “Not many people can do that without losing their balance.”
    Between them, Samantha snorted. She’d danced for enough years to know that the motion was deceptively difficult. It required strong thighs and iron abs. She hadn’t executed a move like that in a few years, but Sam was relatively certain she could still do it.
    She felt Stefano staring at her, and she did her best to ignore him.
    On stage, the Dom lifted what looked like a metal rod. The sub spread her legs as her master knelt before her. He secured the bar to either of her ankles with leather cuffs. He spoke as he buckled the straps, giving instructions about how far to spread a sub’s legs and how tight to make the buckles.
    With a tiny movement of his hand, he motioned his sub to bend forward at the waist. As he tied her wrists to her ankles, he talked about flexibility. His sub was a yoga practitioner and very flexible. He moved her around to show variations on the knee positioning and slack in the rope for less flexible submissives.
    Samantha was impressed as she listened to him address issues with joints and tendons. Across the table, Ellen sat in rapt attention, so focused on the demonstration that she ignored the crowd, just as she feared she would. Sam hazarded quick glances at the men on either side of her. Both Alexei and Stefano listened intently, seeming to absorb every word coming from the Dom. They nodded as they listened. Their eyes moved over the sub, but not with sexual interest. With a jolt, she realized how much they cared about the safety of the submissive.
    She knew Jonas loved Sabrina and Ellen loved Ryan, but she never before realized the lengths to which they went to protect their submissive. Ellen’s words about the tension between Sabrina and Jonas came back to Sam. Jonas was going to do everything in his power to protect Sabrina whether or not she liked it. The Dom on the dais emphasized safety and responsibility.
    Alexei’s hand lazily stroked her hair. Under the tablecloth, Stefano’s hand touched her knee, stroking it the same way the Dom touched his sub.
    Giving in to an impish impulse, Samantha leaned closer to Stefano. “Don’t worry,