Between Two Doms [Club of Dominance 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (10 page)

“Don’t worry about him, Charlie. He’d have to get past me to get to you and I can’t see that happening anytime soon.” Master Tank gave her an encouraging smile and she lowered her eyes to the floor.

“Thanks,” she replied and gave a weak smile. Her eyes slid over to Master Tank, who was perusing her with a hungry gaze. She looked away quickly, feeling a little uncomfortable with the masculine attention. Charlie walked toward the locker room to stow her purse, and when she came back out, Master Barry was leaning against the counter and staring at her.

“Charlene, please come here.”

The inner doors to the club opened as she took a step toward Master Barry. She stumbled when she met the cold stare of Master Turner.
Fuck, is he angry with me?
What did I do?

“I gave you an order, sub.” Master Barry’s deep voice drew her attention. He was pointing to a spot on the floor right in front of him.

Charlie lowered her eyes and took the necessary steps until she stood where he indicated, but instead of looking up and meeting his eyes, she kept hers lowered. She stiffened when she felt a frisson of awareness at the nape of her neck and then the heat of another body. She knew Master Turner had to be standing close behind her. A shiver of apprehension raced up her spine. She felt totally exposed with her hair up in a ponytail, the back of her neck on view to the club owner. Charlie had no idea why she felt that way, she just did. When fingers lightly caressed the side of her neck, she shuddered with awareness but still didn’t look up.

“Look at me, Charlene,” Master Barry ordered. Although she tried to ignore the directive, Charlie found herself complying.

Damn it! When will I find some backbone with these two men?

Charlie jerked when something slithered around her neck. She reached up to touch but her wrists were caught in Master Barry’s hands and he pulled her arms back down to her sides.

“What are—”

“Silence!” Master Turner’s cold voice snapped out from behind her. “You do not have permission to talk, sub.”

Charlie lowered her eyes quickly, hoping that Master Barry hadn’t seen how truly pissed off she was getting. She should have realized that hope was futile. These two Doms seemed to notice everything she did.

“Didn’t I tell you to look at me, Charlene?” Master Barry said in a deep, growly voice.

She was feeling a little rebellious, so she kept her eyes on the floor. “Yes.”

Smack.

Charlie wanted to rub her stinging butt where Master Turner had swatted her but refrained since she didn’t want to make the two men any angrier than they already seemed to be.

“Ow. What was…” She half turned as she began to speak.

Master Turner lifted his hands near her throat once more and then withdrew them. Charlie felt the leather necklace drop onto her skin. Then his hands were on her hips. He spun her around and placed a hand on her cheek, tilting her head up to meet his icy green eyes.

“I’ve had enough of your hiding and rebellion, little sub. You read the rules of this club, and we’ve been patient with you, but this is going to stop right now.”

“But I—”

“Enough!” Master Turner growled. He looked over at Master Tank. “Do you have any cuffs?”

Charlie glanced at Master Tank and then Aurora. Master Tank’s face was completely blank, but Aurora was looking at her with sympathy. Without a word, Master Tank handed over wide leather cuffs lined with fur. Before she could protest, Master Turner had her wrists restrained and linked together behind her back. Charlie tugged and pulled but gave up when she found no weakness.

What happened next left her breathless and filled with anxiety. Master Turner bent down, placed a shoulder at stomach level, and lifted her. She was slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and he was walking toward the internal club doors.

Even though she was nervous, wondering what he and Master Barry were going to do to her, her body was at war with her mind. Charlie’s breasts swelled so much they began to ache, and her nipples formed into hard little peaks just begging for attention. Cream leaked from her pussy onto her thighs, her sheath clamping and releasing as if begging to be filled. And her clit was throbbing so much she was scared she was going to orgasm right then and there.

Charlie struggled, but when another hard slap landed on her ass, she gave up. She could see other Doms and club members watching them curiously. Master Turner carried her toward the raised dais off to the side of the empty dance floor and then he went up the three steps. He carefully lowered her to her feet and made sure she was steady before releasing her. People around the club moved closer or stopped in their tracks to watch. Heat suffused her cheeks and she hoped she wasn’t as red as she felt. She saw Master Kenny and his brother Nate, as well as Masters Wayne and Warrick watching her closely, so she closed her eyes to shut them out. She had learned the names of a few Doms the previous night as she served them drinks. Although they were all handsome, brawny men, they didn’t hold a candle to her Masters.

Fuck, Charlie. They aren’t yours. Get that thought out of your head right now.

Master Barry stepped up onto the stage and held her cheeks between his very large, masculine hands. “You were told that all Doms in this club should be addressed as Master or Sir, were you not?”

Charlie looked off to the side and nodded.

“Do not ever look away from me again, Charlie. When Master Turner or I give you an order, we expect to be obeyed. Do you understand?”

“Yes,
Sir
.” Charlie put as much sarcasm as she could into the “Sir.”

Something brushed over her head and then covered her eyes, and all of a sudden Charlie was sightless.

“Hey!”

Smack.

“If you say one more word, Charlene, I am going to gag you,” Master Turner whispered against her ear. “You have racked up so many punishments that your ass is going to be too sore to sit down. Hook her up.”

Charlie clenched her teeth but stayed silent. She didn’t want to give him or Master Barry another reason to punish her.
Or do I?
Her pussy leaked more juices onto her thighs. Her body seemed to have other ideas about punishment.

The cuffs holding her wrists together behind her back were released, and then her arms were raised above her head. She heard a clank and a click, and the hands holding her arms up withdrew. Charlie pulled, gasping when she realized that her arms had been hooked up to the chains dangling from the ceiling. She tugged again, knowing she wouldn’t be able to escape but still compelled to try. Another set of hands landed around each of her ankles and then her legs were spread. Restraints were wrapped around her legs, and when she tried to close them, she couldn’t. There was something between her limbs keeping them open.

She felt more exposed than ever before, being up on the stage and unable to move or escape, but underlying the nervousness coursing through her body was desire. She was becoming so aroused that the trepidation she was feeling was being pushed back. Heat coursed through her at the knowledge that Master Barry and Master Turner could do whatever they wanted with her.

Charlie felt the numerous pairs of eyes on her and shifted slightly only to have another slap land on her cloth-covered ass. Thank God she still had her clothes on. No sooner had that thought crossed her mind than she flinched when she felt hands at the top of her breasts unhooking the first clasp of her new corset.

“What is your safe word, little sub?” asked Master Turner.

“Red,” Charlie panted.

Smack.

Shit.
That slap had hurt. Her left ass cheek, where the hard hand had landed, was hot and tingly, and that heat traveled to her pussy, causing more moisture to leak onto her thighs.

“What was that, sub?”

“Red, Sir.”

“Very nice,” Master Turner praised and ran a soothing hand over her ass. She could tell it was him behind her because of his unique masculine pine scent and his deep voice. Inhaling deeply, Charlie took that scent into her nostrils and involuntarily sighed.

The hands at her bodice belonged to Master Barry and he went back to unhooking her corset. His skin was warm, and as he brushed against her flesh, shivers traversed her spine. She tried to contain her body’s reaction but she wasn’t sure if she had managed it. The deep chuckle from in front of her told her she hadn’t.

“You can use the safe word anytime you want to stop this, Charlie.”

She gave Master Barry a nod to let him know she understood and then cried out as another slap landed on her other ass cheek.

“Yes, Master,” she squeaked quickly.

“Good girl.”

The corset fell away, exposing her body to anyone who cared to look. Cool air wafted over her skin, making her already-hard nipples form into tighter buds. Then her skirt was being removed, and she pulled against the restraints, wanting to prevent her rounded stomach from being uncovered, but of course she couldn’t.

Charlie didn’t want to use her safe word and wondered why she wasn’t screaming it out at the top of her lungs. It took her a few moments to realize that even though she didn’t like her body, deep down she liked being watched. It heightened her awareness and desire knowing she was standing up on a dais where anyone could see her. Maybe she was a closet exhibitionist. She didn’t want anyone else touching her other than Master Barry and Master Turner, though. Was she a pervert? The thought of someone else laying their hands on her body was repugnant.

“You are such a beautiful woman, Charlie. So damn sexy, I get hard every time you come near me.”

Charlie let out an inelegant snort which earned her another slap on her ass. This time there was no cloth barrier between her flesh and the smack. The tingling warmth she’d felt every time that hand landed on her butt was so much more intense, and more of her cream dribbled down her inner thighs.

Warm, moist breath caressed her ear, and then Master Turner’s hands were running up and down her back and sides. “Why did you take off last night, Charlene?”

Charlie didn’t want to answer that question, so she closed her mouth, pulling her lips in against her teeth.

“Our little sub is going to be stubborn,” Master Barry said.

“Yes, so I see,” Master Turner replied and then he whispered in her ear again. “You will tell us everything we want to know, little sub. Don’t think we are going to let you get away with not answering.”

Charlie heard rustling off to her right and then a low buzzing sound. Something soft rubbed over her body, starting on her belly and then slowly working its way up to her chest. She was so achy with arousal she arched her body into the touch.

“Yes, you like being touched and on display, don’t you, Charlene?”

She didn’t know if she was supposed to reply, so she stayed mute.

“Do you think we can’t see your arousal?” Master Barry asked. “Your sweet, sexy pussy is glistening with your juices and so are your thighs. Your nipples are hard little nubs just begging for our touch.”

Swish.

Charlie cried out with surprise and the heat and tingles swept over her belly. There were numerous impact points but when the thing hit her again, she realized that she was being flogged with hide straps. Was Master Turner whipping her with a flogger?

The buzzing she’d heard came closer and then her whole body jerked as that vibration lightly touched her clit.

Oh God. They have a vibrator.

Charlie was panting and straining forward for a firmer touch to her pussy. Just a few more swirls of that vibrator would be enough to send her over the edge into climax. Licking her dry lips, she thrust her hips out, eager for more.

Master Turner kept flogging her, making sure to spread his hits out over her body and ass. The dual sensation of pleasure and pain was so good. Charlie didn’t want it to ever end.

Just when she thought she was going to go over, they stopped. She cried out with frustration and pulled on the restraints.

“You don’t get to come until you answer our questions, little sub.” Master Turner tugged lightly on her ponytail. “Why did you leave last night?”

“I didn’t think you’d want me to stay,” Charlie said after carefully thinking about her response.

“We would never have brought you into our home if we hadn’t wanted you there, Charlie. Try again,” Master Barry said.

Shit. Aren’t I allowed to keep my deepest secrets and thoughts private?

Charlie yelped when the flogger connected with the back of her thighs and sobbed out with pleasure as the vibrator was slowly inserted into her pussy. The two men kept her desire so high that all she needed was one slight touch to her clit and she would explode. But they were Doms and weren’t about to let her have what she wanted until they had what they wanted.

How can I be so in tune with two men I have only just met? Why do I feel like I have known them my whole life? Why did it rip my heart out to leave last night? Why do they feel so right? Why am I so drawn to them?

Why? Why? Why?

“Why? Why? Why?”

Charlie was sobbing and chanting, and fear clutched at Turner’s heart.
Did we push her too far and too fast?