Between Two Doms [Club of Dominance 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (9 page)

Master Turner spun around and looked at her. “Are you allowed to question a Dom, little sub?”

“No, Sir.”

“Good girl.” Master Turner then removed his T-shirt.

Charlie wanted to jump off the counter, go over to both men, and touch them. She wanted to run her hands all over them. She wanted to touch their hard bodies and warm skin, and she wanted to lick them all over.

“You’d better stop looking at us like that, Charlene. You are in no condition for any loving.”

Charlie perused Master Barry’s naked body. Moisture dripped from her pussy, and her internal muscles clenched. They were both such handsome and sexy men, Charlie was having a hard time concentrating with all that buff, bronze skin in front of her.

She drew in a gasp when Master Barry scooped her up into his arms and stepped into the tub. He had removed the rest of his clothes while she had been studying his gorgeous body, and as he sat down with her on his lap, Master Turner stepped into the tub and sat at their side.

“What…”

“Shh, little sub, just sit back and relax while we take care of you.” Master Turner picked up a sponge and squirted some bath gel onto it. He picked up her arm and began to wash her, while Master Barry held her still with an arm around her waist.

The more Master Turner attended to her, the more her libido stood up and took notice. Charlie’s breasts and nipples engorged, the peaks turning into hard tips. Her pussy clenched and released cream, begging to be filled. When Master Turner ran the sponge over her lower belly and then down to her sex, Charlie pushed her hips up involuntarily. The action had been so instinctive it was as if her body had taken over.

“Barry, sit on the edge and take her with you.”

Master Barry lifted her with ease so that they both sat on the edge of the tub. Her legs were over his, and when he splayed his thighs, hers were spread wide open. Then Master Turner was washing between her legs with the soap-slick sponge. He was gentle but thorough. Starting at the top of her slit, he lightly rubbed her clit and then down through her delicate folds.

“Hmm, you smell so sweet,” Master Turner said in a deeper voice than usual. “I can’t wait to make love with you again.”

“Ooh,” Charlie groaned as he washed around her pussy hole and then pushed until a tiny bit of the sponge edged just inside her.

“You like that, don’t you, baby? I have to have a taste of that sweet cream.”

The two men brought her back into the water and rinsed her off. Soon she was sitting on a towel, back on the edge of the tub with both men kneeling before her. Master Turner kept his gaze pinned on hers as he lowered his head. With the first swipe of his tongue through her moist labia, he growled against her flesh, sending vibrations running through her pussy and causing her clit to throb with need.

Master Barry reached up and took one of her nipples between his finger and thumb and pinched firmly while he got up onto his knees. He sucked the other nipple into his warm, wet mouth. Charlie sobbed and arched her chest and then her hips up for more of their touch.

Then Master Turner laved the tip of his tongue over her clit and rimmed her pussy hole. Charlie was so overwhelmed with pleasure she didn’t know whether to push them away or beg for more.

When Master Barry released her nipple with a pop, he then leaned up and covered her mouth with his own. He ate at her lips, sucking on her tongue and lips rapaciously. She cried out with pleasure as Master Turner thrust a finger up inside her pussy. Her muscles clamped down around his digit as he sucked her clit into his mouth. Charlie whimpered with frustration when he removed his finger from her body, but when he pushed two back into her sex, that whimper turned into a mewl of delight.

“Yes, that’s it, little sub. Give me your cream and let go.”

He pumped his fingers in and out of her pussy, passing the pads of his fingers over that sweet spot inside that she’d heard every woman had but had never discovered for herself. Master Barry weaned his lips from hers and kissed his way down her neck and chest. He flicked his tongue over the tip of her breast in time with Master Turner’s tongue rasping over her sensitive little pearl.

The dual sensations were enough to send her rocketing to the stratosphere. Charlie threw her head back and screamed. Her whole body shook with cataclysmic pleasure as wave upon wave of ecstasy swept over her. The two men didn’t stop touching her until the last quiver faded away, leaving her spent and so satiated that her eyelids were too heavy to keep open.

She let them slide closed and sighed when strong, muscular arms wrapped around her waist and she was lifted from the tub. Charlie floated in the zone between sleep and wakefulness until she was laid down on cool sheets and let her conscious mind drift away.

Turner snapped his eyes open and wondered what had pulled him from a deep sleep. Since he had served in the military and then security he had learned to be on alert in an instant. A slight breeze washed over his face, and he reached out to the middle of the mattress where Charlie should have been. The space was empty but still warm. His hand connected with Barry’s and he quickly pulled back again.

How did the little vixen get out of from between Barry and me without me feeling her move?

With a sigh Turner flung the covers aside and swung his legs over the side of the mattress and then sat up. Muted light was coming from under the door, and he wondered where Charlie was. He pulled his jeans on sans underwear and went in search of her.

The living room light was on, but Charlie’s clothes were gone from where he and Barry had left them on the floor. Checking the door to his rooms, he saw the lock had been disengaged. Charlene Seward had cut and run.

With another sigh, he headed toward the kitchen and the coffeepot. Just as he poured the hot, dark brew into a mug, Barry entered.

“She’s gone?”

“Yes. I didn’t wake up until it was too late. Fuck. What are we going to do?” Turner slammed his hand down on the counter.

“There’s not much we can do at the moment. What time is it?” Barry asked, picking up his mug and walking over to the table where he sat down. Turner followed him.

“It’s just after three.”

“Well, we’ll just have to make sure we spend as much time as we can with her. Maybe we scared her off by acting out a scene with her and the incident with Chad was just another catalyst.”

“Why would she be scared?” Turner scrubbed a hand over his face. “He’s an asshole and deserves everything he gets.”

“You and I know that, but it was Charlie’s first night working for us. She’s submissive down to the bone and has a poor self-image. To have to confront Chad must have been hard for her, and then to find out he was banned would make her feel culpable.”

“Yes, you’re right. Damn it, normally I understand exactly how a sub’s mind works. Why is it that we are reversing our roles here?”

Barry leaned back in his chair. “Because we both know that she is the right woman for us
.
”

“I don’t follow.”

“Charlie’s exposed our own fears as much as she’s shown hers
. I’m a little afraid of pushing her too quickly emotionally and you…you are worried that if she sees what an arrogant, controlling bastard you are that she will turn tail and run.”
He paused. “I mean that in the nicest way possible.”

“She turned tail and ran anyway,” Turner said with a frown.

“Charlie’s not running from us. She’s running from herself.”

Turner mulled over that statement and realized that Barry was right. Charlene Seward was scared of what they made her feel. He and Barry were going to have to set up a scene and try to get into her mind. If they could work out what she was running from and why she was so scared of what she was feeling, then maybe they would be able to move ahead and have a relationship with her.

“I think you’re right. Who do we have coming in tomorrow night as dungeon monitors?”

“Let me think.” Barry pondered. “Tank as usual. And I think Wayne and his brother Warrick as well as Kenny and Nate. Why?”

“I want to keep at least one of them watching our sub when we play with her. You know as much as I do that when we’re in the moment we can miss things. Plus one of the others can help Tank work the bar while we are otherwise occupied.”

“Hmm, what do you have in mind?”

“I think we should do a scene on the stage near the dance floor.” Turner rubbed his chin. He was getting an idea of what she needed. He and Barry spent over an hour talking and planning. Once done they headed back to their own beds to try to get a few more hours’ sleep.

As Turner lay on his back staring at nothing in particular, he tried to figure out why Charlie was afraid of her feelings. He wanted to know everything about her, including her family and previous boyfriends. There was usually a reason for a woman to run. She had obviously been hurt before and didn’t want to commit on an emotional level, but he and Barry weren’t about to let her get away with that. He realized how deeply he already felt for Charlie and he knew he and Barry could have something really special with her, if she’d open up with them. Turner had learned to watch subs very closely, but with Charlie it was different. When he watched her he picked up every little nuance of emotion, expression, and body language she portrayed. And because he was so attracted to her, felt more intimately tethered to her, he was able to read her more clearly than anyone else he knew besides his longtime buddy. They wanted everything from her and they were just the men to take it.

* * * *

Charlie once again found herself looking in the mirror, perusing her plump body and the way the new outfit she’d bought that afternoon fit over her round hips and full breasts.

God, why do I bother? All I ever see is cellulite.

She turned away and slid her feet into the black three-inch heels and hoped her feet wouldn’t ache too much. Though she was used to wearing heels all the time, she still felt the effects by the end of the evening.

Tonight she was wearing a dark purple corset and midthigh-length black leather skirt. The clothes were so different from what she usually wore, but the change made her feel almost sexy. Maybe when she looked in the mirror she didn’t actually see reality. Maybe her mother and sister had been wrong about how she looked. She closed her eyes a moment and took a deep breath. When she opened them again she tried to look at herself from a stranger’s point of view. For a moment she almost believed that she was pretty and only slightly overweight, but then the same image she usually saw stared back at her. She felt really uncomfortable and vulnerable wearing something so out of the norm to what she usually dressed in. Tugging at the top of the corset didn’t make any difference. The tops of her breasts still bulged up and out. And pulling on the leather skirt didn’t make it any longer either. As far as she was concerned she had way too much flesh on display. No, make that way too much flesh on her body, period. With a sigh she reminded herself that she couldn’t change the way she looked or the extra twenty pounds she’d carried since she could remember. She snagged her keys and purse and headed for the door.

As she drove she thought about the previous night with Master Turner and Master Barry.

Why did I let them touch me? I am so weak when it comes to those two men? God, what the hell am I going to do? I can’t have a relationship with two men! What do they see in me?

When she had woken in the early hours of the night she hadn’t known what she was supposed to do. She wasn’t experienced enough to know what men expected from her after spending the night with them. Or part of the night, anyway. Would they have been horrified to wake up and find her still in their bed? She didn’t want to come across as too clingy or needy, so she had very carefully crawled to the bottom of the bed and snuck into the living room, dressed, and left.

How the hell am I going to face them after what happened last night?
She didn’t know what they expected from her and she had no clue as to what they wanted with her.
Oh well, Charlie. What else is new? You’ve never been good with men, so why would this be any different?
She gave herself a mental shake and pushed her thoughts aside.

Charlie looked around and realized she was sitting in her car in the parking lot of Club of Dominance with the engine idling.

Shit, girl, you could have had an accident zoning out like that. Thank God I seem to be able to drive on automatic pilot.

Charlie turned off the ignition, got out of the car, and locked the door. She wasn’t eager to see Master Turner and Master Barry, so she slowly made her way to the front entrance. Master Tank and Aurora were in the entrance, greeting clients and signing them in. Master Turner insisted that all staff and patrons sign in each time they entered the club, apparently for safety reasons. It had something to do with making sure only members were allowed in as well as giving a head count in case of an emergency.

“Charlie.” Aurora smiled and bounced up and down. The young woman was so full of energy she was never still. “You look hot, girl.” The smile faded from Aurora’s face. “That asshole Chad was here asking about you, but Master Tank kicked him out.”

Charlie felt fear skitter up her spine and shuddered. Master Tank must have seen her trepidation.