Between Two Doms [Club of Dominance 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (14 page)

Turner got onto the bed and lay down in the middle. He unselfconsciously spread his arms and legs so Barry could restrain him. There were cast iron rings on all four bedposts, and the wrist and ankle cuffs were always kept in the bedside drawer. Barry retrieved them and shackled his friend to the bed.

“Okay, sugar, he’s all yours. What would you like me to do?”

“Uh, hmm, maybe you could just sit off to the side for a bit.”

“Okay, sugar. Just let me know if you need anything.”

Barry sat down on the chaise lounge off to the side of the bed near the wall and waited to see what Charlie would do. He was in the perfect position to watch all the action as well as her face once she started. Barry wondered if their little sub would be able to go through with what she wanted. It hadn’t taken him long to work out that she was shy and introverted as well as inexperienced in regards to sex. But underneath all that was a tiger waiting to emerge. He would bet his last dollar that Charlene Seward was hot and wild in bed once she really let go. Of course he and Turner had had a taste of her passion, but Barry knew there was so much more that they hadn’t tapped into.

He had gotten to know her over the last couple of nights when he had worked alongside her, and he loved what he had learned about her. She had a wonderful sense of humor when she wasn’t feeling threatened and tense, and she wasn’t scared to talk with the members while she worked. Barry had seen how a few of the other Doms had eyed her speculatively. Without her knowing about what he was doing, he had stared the other men down and staked a claim. Turner had made claim, too, with the collar she had worn around her neck. He and Turner hadn’t taken the time to explain about the collar and made a mental note to talk about it later tonight.

She climbed onto the bed and then sat back on her heels and exhaled heavily. Was she going to chicken out, or did she have to the guts to stand up for what she believed in? Although he already knew the answer to that question with her show of defiance in the face of adversity earlier in the night, Barry still watched avidly, waiting to see what she would do first.

She surprised him when she leaned over Turner, her arms on either side of his shoulders, and bent down so she could kiss him. Barry had expected her to run her hands over Turner’s chest since she was such a tactile person. She hadn’t shown that side of herself to them as yet, but he had seen it in the way she touched or brushed up against him as they worked together in the bar, and when he or Turner touched her she would unconsciously arch or press into their touch.

The kiss Charlie bestowed on Turner started off slow. She just pressed her mouth to his and then brushed her lips back and forth. Turner clenched his hands into fists, and Barry knew his friend was having a hard time controlling his dominant tendencies. If and when it was his turn, he hoped he could just lie still and relax, but he was sure he would want to break out of the restraints and take over.

Turner groaned and opened his mouth when Charlie licked over his lips. She whimpered and then thrust her tongue in between Turner’s lips and teeth. The kiss turned hot, wet, wild, and carnal. Turner opened his hands and fisted the sheet beneath his body, obviously trying to find an anchor in the fierce storm of passion their little sub was creating.

When she finally pulled back, they were both breathing heavily. Barry was so aroused his cock was moving with every beat of his heart and he didn’t know how long he could stay off on the sidelines watching. He wanted to get on the bed, grab hold of Charlie’s hips, plunge his cock into her body, and fuck her hard and deep until they both screamed with pleasure.

But he couldn’t. They had given control to her, and if they wanted to have another chance with her he was going to have to rein in his libido. He palmed his dick and stroked his fist up and down slowly, trying to relieve the incessant ache, but it didn’t help. Moisture seeped from the top of his penis and he reached down to yank on his balls. He was in danger of shooting off and she wasn’t even touching him yet.

Then the little minx wiggled her way down the bed. Her ass cheeks flexed and rippled beneath the fabric of her skirt and he groaned with unquenched desire. Charlie turned her head and looked at him. She seemed mesmerized when he gripped his cock again and pumped his hand up and down his shaft. When she lifted her gaze to his, he let her see how hungry he was for her. Charlie turned back to Turner and with feminine grace straddled his thighs.

“Baby, why don’t you take your skirt and corset off first?” Turner suggested in a deep rumbling voice.

Charlie gave a nod and scrambled off the bed. Her hands were shaking when she reached for the first hook and eye on her top. It seemed to take forever for her to release the last clasp because he was eager to see her sexy naked body again. Her breasts spilled out and her dusky, rosy-colored nipples were so hard they were standing up in tight little buds. He knew what she tasted like and licked his lips as he remembered how sweet those hard little berries were.

She ran her hands over Turner’s chest and down his torso to his abs. Her fingertips followed the outline of his defined abdominal muscles and then traced through the narrow trail of hair which led to his groin. Barry had heard some of the subs in the club call the line of hair on a guy’s stomach a treasure trail. Since Turner’s cock was rock hard there was no way she could continue on that journey without reaching the treasure.

Charlie was just full of surprises tonight. She didn’t hesitate at all. She wrapped her hand around Turner’s cock and pumped it a few times. When she released him again, Turner groaned and thrust his hips up.

* * * *

Turner didn’t know how much more he could stand. He was so used to being in control he was having a hard time relaxing with restraints around his ankles and wrists. When Charlie palmed his cock, he had to grit his teeth because he was so close to coming his balls had drawn up. Her hand was so much smaller and softer than his, and her grip was much lighter than the one he used when he took himself in hand. But because he needed her touch, loved her, just a brush of her skin against his was enough to have him on edge.

Oh shit! I don’t know if I can hold off. I love her so much she has me on edge from just the touch of her hand. I can’t wait to feel her mouth on my cock. God, I want her living here with us. I want her in my bed permanently. Will she accept if I ask? Her hands are so soft and gentle, but I want her to sink down over my cock and make love to me, but what would satisfy me more is flipping her over and shoving my dick into her pussy so I can ride her hard and fast until we’re both screaming.

He wanted to escape the cuffs, grab hold of her, roll her onto her back, and pin her with his body and fuck her until neither of them could walk, but he had promised that tonight was all hers. Grinding his teeth so hard they ached, he started going through the multiplication tables so he wouldn’t embarrass himself.

He jolted when her little wet tongue slid over the top of his dick. He bucked his hips up for more. Whether she was answering his needs or seeing to her own he didn’t know, but he growled low in his throat as her lips closed around the head of his cock and sucked him in. As she withdrew, her teeth scraped over his flesh and the sensitive mushroom-shaped head. She laved the underside of his cock and the sensitive spot beneath, which had his erection pulsing in her mouth. She sucked him back in and took him almost to the back of her throat. His balls were an aching, roiling mass of cum just waiting to be shot out of the tip of his dick.

Turner didn’t know how much longer he was going to be able to hold off. His testicles drew up in his scrotum, and he knew he was about to lose his battle with his control. If his hands had been free he would have threaded his fingers into her hair and guided her bobbing head up and down over his cock, but he had no control whatsoever.

“Baby, if you don’t pull off now, you’re going to get a mouthful,” Turner panted.

His little sub surprised him. She cupped his balls in her hand and rolled them as she sucked him down as far as she could. Turner was lost. The muscles in his body were so taut it was a wonder they weren’t pushing out of his skin. His body quivered and he thrust his hips up. The tingle near the base of his spine spread around and coalesced at his groin. The warmth stole up his erection, and then he jerked as cum spewed up his shaft and out the end of his dick. He could hear Charlie gulping as she swallowed down every drop of his essence, and the climax seemed to last forever. When she drew her mouth back up over his cock, she licked him clean and then lifted her head.

He’d never seen her look so damn beautiful. Her lips were red and swollen and her eyes were glazed with passion. He wanted to wrap her up in his arms and never let go. When he tried to move he mentally cursed the restraints keeping him from the woman he loved and glanced over toward where Barry was sitting on the sofa stroking his own rock-hard cock.

Charlie patted him on the thigh and then gave him a soft caress. She moved up the bed and flopped down beside him. When her delectable little body draped over his, he sighed with contentment. He wanted to keep her at his side for the rest of his life and to ask her to marry him, but he knew he and Barry had quite a bit of work to do before he could ask her that all-important question.

“Are you going to release me now, baby?”

She sat up quickly, reached for one of the cuffs, undid it, and then glanced over at Barry. “Could you please help me, Mas—Barry?”

“Sure thing, darlin’.” Barry helped Charlie undo all the cuffs on his limbs, and as soon as he was free, he pulled her up against his body and held her tight. “Thank you, Charlene.”

She giggled. “Shouldn’t it be me thanking you? You let me tie you up.”

Turner released her and moved back so he could see her face, and then he reached up and held her by placing his hands on both her cheeks. “I would do anything for you, Charlene.”

“Really?” she asked breathily.

“Yes, baby. Really.” He leaned forward and kissed her nose. “Now, what would you like to do with Barry?”

“Umm, I’m not sure.” She tilted her head in contemplation.

“Do you trust me, Charlene?” Turner asked. “Do you believe me when I say I never meant to hurt or humiliate you or make disparaging comments about you?”

“Yes,” she finally answered with a sigh. “I know you didn’t mean to make me feel bad, but what you said hurt me.”

Turner drew her back into his arms and kissed her head. “I know, baby, and I will always regret that I spoke without thinking over what I said first. Please believe me when I say I will never intentionally hurt you. Not ever.”

“I do.”

“Good. Now will you let Barry and I take over again?”

“Yes!” The tension left Charlie’s shoulders. She was obviously relieved to give control back to them.

“Good little sub. Lie down in the middle of the bed on your back,” Turner ordered. His woman moved without hesitation and did as she was told.

“Spread those legs, darlin’,” Barry demanded as he rose to his feet and walked toward the bed.

Charlie complied with the directive, and then he and Barry secured the cuffs, testing that they weren’t too tight by running a finger beneath the lined leather. Turner got on the bed beside her and lay on his side. He cupped her cheek and turned her face toward him and then lowered his head. Turner groaned with appreciation as she opened to him and her sweet feminine flavor of mint and her own unique taste exploded on his taste buds. He swept her mouth with his tongue and explored every nook and cranny he could reach. Her tongue slid along his and she mewled as she arched her chest up, begging for his touch.

Turner withdrew his mouth from hers and caressed his hand up her belly, over her torso, and up to her breasts. He cupped one of her fleshy globes, testing the weight in his palm, and then he bent over and took one of her turgid nipples into his mouth. Since his eyes were open, he was aware of Barry climbing onto the end of the bed and settling between her splayed thighs. He suckled on her nipple strongly as Barry made himself comfortable on his stomach and lowered his head toward her pussy. Her juices were glistening on her thighs and the lips of her pussy. It was Barry’s turn with their woman, but Turner wanted to get between her legs and lap up her juices. More than that, he wanted to love her with his best friend. He wanted to have her sandwiched between them as they made love together.

He hoped to get his wish before the night ended, but first they would give their little sub some much-needed attention.

Barry licked through her labia and moaned as he tasted her cream. Turner knew just how she tasted, all spicy and sweet at the same time. He reached over with his free hand and squeezed the nipple of her other breast between his thumb and finger as he sucked on her other peak. She arched up so high she nearly threw him off.

Barry lifted his head. “Hold her down.”

He shifted his hand from her breast to her stomach and applied pressure but made sure he didn’t hurt her. She cried out with need and frustration when Barry pushed down on her pubic bone and wrapped his arm around one of her thighs. Then he licked her from asshole to clit. Charlie moaned and tried to surge up into their touch, but they held her down.

“Oh God. Please. I need you to touch me. I need more.”

“Shh, baby. We’ll give you what you need.” Turner nipped her earlobe and then licked his way down her throat to the sensitive bit of skin where her shoulder and neck met.