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

Stef. I’m very flexible.”
    Stefano leaned back to whisper in her ear. “Good, but I plan to test your limits anyway.”
    Maybe baiting him wasn’t a good idea. He didn’t think her remark implied consent, did he? Samantha meant to clear that up, but she was distracted by the Dom bending down like he was speaking to the submissive.
    “What’s he doing?” She dropped the question into the air, willing to accept an answer from anyone.
    Alexei tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “He’s checking to make sure she’s okay and she still wants to keep going. She’ll give him a signal. They’ll have worked out verbal cues and hand signals ahead of time. When she’s gagged, he’ll watch for the hand signals. Otherwise, he’ll stop every now and again to ask her how she is. If she wants him to stop or lighten up, she’ll use whatever word they’ve pre-arranged for that.”
    She must have looked shocked. She certainly was surprised that a Dom would care about what his sub wanted.
    “I told you, Samantha. This is her choice. This is what she wants.”
    The Dom stood behind the submissive, positioning the bulge in his pants directly behind her exposed rear end. “This is a good position for many, many things.” Titters moved through the crowd. His implication wasn’t lost on anyone. Samantha felt her pussy grow slick at the idea of Alexei or Stefano in that position while she waited, helpless and bound.
    “If you have toys to use, this is the perfect time to attach them. Though she has limited movement, she can see some of what you’re doing. If your submissive needs a punishment, make sure to keep the force light. It’s easy to topple anyone in this position, especially while whipping the buttocks or genitalia.”
    “Of course, if you have two Doms, one of them can hold you up while the other whips you,” Stefano muttered under his breath as if he were speaking to himself.
    Sam gasped. It wasn’t shock at the picture he painted, it was shock at the fact she wanted it to happen. Somewhere between the talk of attaching toys and pussy whipping, she stopped denying that the idea of all of this appealed to her. She didn’t understand why. It just did. Moist heat rushed between her legs and made her squirm.
    Alexei mistook her reaction. “We’d only punish you if you deserved it, Samantha. For purposes of sex play, we’d only hurt you in ways you like.”
    He held her gaze until she nodded her acceptance of his assurance.
    “We wanted to show you the inverted position as well, but it’s not safe to set the rack up on this dais without bolting it down.” The Dom directed the audience’s attention to the area directly behind Samantha’s table.
    She twisted in her chair. Two men, dressed in
midnight
black, appeared from the shadows. They tugged a curtain aside to reveal a ladderlike contraption. It looked as if someone had crafted four ladders with two-by-fours and bolted them into a square shape. Additional two-by-four posts angled to provide more support and stability. Everything was bolted to a heavy base.
    The Dom and his sub appeared in front of it. Though the sub had been released from her bonds, her wrists were bound together and the leather cuffs still encircled her ankles. Now that she was closer, Sam noticed the chain around her neck. It wasn’t a run-of-the-mill collar. Someone had taken the time to find something special. It no doubt had an inscription on it somewhere. Sam knew what it meant. The pair were romantically involved.
    She turned toward him and he wrapped a rope around her waist. He wound it so that it went around her thighs, over her shoulders, and under her arms. He placed knots at strategic locations. When he finished, he stepped back.
    “You can purchase harnesses, but my slave prefers the homemade kind. I’m holding a class next month to show you how to wind a safe harness. Do not try this without proper training. There’s nothing wrong with using the pre-made kind. It’s