Bunny and the Beast(Divine Creek Ranch 22)(64)

Samson paused and moved close enough to whisper to her, and she let her head fall back. A slow, ecstatic smile spread across her lips, and the expression on the woman’s face looked as if she had just been made love to and achieved a major orgasm.

The sub was quivering, but her muscles were loose, and she nodded and smiled at Samson and chuckled softly at something he said. Bunny heard the deep rumble of his laughter as he stroked her hair and then went about setting her loose from the shackles.

He was careful that she didn’t lose her balance as he wrapped a lightweight blanket around her, assisted her to sit, and handed her a bottle of water. His focus was completely on the sub and his work as he cleaned up the equipment and then checked on her.

Letting out a deep breath, he stretched his neck and broad shoulders, and then his arms. Looking around, he grinned when he noticed Joseph and Bunny and beckoned them over. He whispered to the sub as he gathered her gently into his lap, and she nodded, laid her cheek against his wide chest, and seemed to drift off as he pulled the blanket around to cover her completely.

“Join me?” Samson said, gesturing at the other love seat.

Bunny did as directed when Joseph motioned her to sit on a thick cushion at his feet and began conversing with Samson, but Bunny kept her eye on the other sub, whose face was completely hidden. Bunny heard the water bottle creak from the confines of the blanket, and then the woman wrapped up in Samson’s arms slowly went limp. She was able to sleep with conversations and rather loud and boisterous play going on around her?

A voice broke through her thoughts, and she looked up at Joseph as he said, “You’re biting your lip, and you look concerned, Bunny. Do you have a question?”

She studied Samson, and even though he sat there holding someone he’d just been busy whipping, he looked so at ease about it, so casual. “Should we leave you alone so she can rest or so you can talk or…whatever you would do for aftercare in this…situation—Sir?” she remembered to add at the last second.

Samson grinned at her. “You’re a fast learner, little girl. Victoria is resting, and she has already assured me she just needs to be held securely for a while.” Samson smiled tenderly at her and looked at Joseph. “She’s had several hard days at work. I may just sit here and let her sleep now that she’s able.”

Joseph nodded when she looked up at him, and she felt a mixture of relief and pride she’d remembered to check, and he said, “You can speak freely with Samson, Bunny. He’s a friend. Thank you for asking first.”

“What does she do?”

“Cardiac surgeon, pediatric specialist, I think.”

She remembered Joseph had said that, in the interest of privacy, the members limited the information they shared with each other in Hazelle House.

Bunny pointed at his whip. “And what you did helped her?”

Samson nodded. “I think so. She was thanking me the whole time. I hope it did.”

He didn’t do what he’d just done for his kicks only. He’d done it to help someone else, too? This world was so new and confusing.

Changing the subject, Samson glanced at what she had on and said, “Cute costume tonight, little girl. You have nice posture.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“I like your bows.”

She smiled and looked up at Joseph. “I wanted to see Master Joseph smile this evening.”

Did I just say that?

Judging by the steely gaze trained on her, Joseph had heard her, too.

Oh boy. She could just hear his deep, raspy voice now. We’ll be discussing that later tonight, fiammetta.

Samson chuckled but said nothing about their nonverbal exchange, probably having the same mind-reading skill Joseph possessed. He grinned at Joseph and said, “I’ve heard Hector and Juno brought a friend with them.”

Joseph spoke quietly to a waitress, placing an order for beverages, and then nodded at Samson. “Yes, a friend of Juno’s. Hector called and asked if Juno might bring a friend, and I didn’t have a problem with it. If he’s vouching for her, I’m sure she is fine. Attractive blonde. She seemed nice enough.”

“Sub?”

“I’m not sure of her story, but I would imagine she is. They arrived earlier, and Hector was most concerned about getting Juno to the suite so she could lie down, so we haven’t had much of a chance to talk yet. I’m sure he’ll fill us in on her status later.”

“Think he’s matchmaking for you?” Samson asked, and she glanced up to find he was watching her with keen blue eyes.

She redirected her gaze as she attempted to slow her racing heart with deep, rhythmic breathing. Eyes on her hands, resting palm down on her drawn-together knees, fingers sliding on the slick pink satin covering the stretchy garters.