Between Two Doms [Club of Dominance 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (6 page)

Charlie took two steps toward the doors, intending to return to the locker/dressing room, but Master Turner’s hard voice stopped her. “No. Come back here, Charlene.”

She glanced at him and then looked away quickly. He was pointing to the floor right in front of him. Charlie stood where he indicated. “Remove your underwear, sub. Right here.”

Charlie gasped and glared at him, but he just held her stare with an implacable look of his own. “I’m waiting. For every second you make me wait, you add to your punishment.”

Charlie’s pussy clenched and more juices leaked out. The image of being spanked flashed through her mind.
Will he put me over his lap or maybe one of those weird-looking benches?
As she watched him, his eyes changed from cool to heated. Her breathing sped up, as did her heartbeat. With deftness she didn’t feel, she slid a hand up beneath her skirt and hooked her thumb into the side of her undies. Tugging them down until they reached mid-thigh, she used her other hand to pull the other side down. Then she tugged them below her knees and finally off over her shoes. She quickly snagged them from the floor and bunched them up into her hand.

“Give them to me,” Master Barry demanded.

Charlie passed them over as heat filled her face. She wondered if she was as red as a tomato. Probably. She was about to lower her eyes again, but then she stared as Master Barry brought her panties up close to his nose and sniffed. Her face heated even more, but her body was turned on by the erotic, earthy display.

“Mmm, you smell delicious, sub. Her panties are drenched.”

“Good girl.” Master Turner threaded his fingers into her hair. He tugged slightly, tilting her head up and back. She didn’t have time to think before his mouth was covering hers. He slammed his mouth over hers with a kiss so wild and carnal another gush of her nectar seeped from her pussy to wet her inner thighs.

Charlie couldn’t believe how aroused she was at having an audience while Master Turner devoured her mouth. She whimpered as his tongue danced with hers and then he nipped her lower lip. That whimper turned to a gasp when he slid his hand up the front of her skirt and nudged her thighs wider. His caress roved higher and higher until he was just inches away from her pussy.

He lifted his mouth from hers and pinned her with his eyes as he pushed his hand up further and cupped her mound. Charlie sobbed with pleasure as he ground his palm over her labia and clit.

“You like being watched, don’t you, Charlene?” Master Turner moved his hand so that his fingers caressed up and down her slit.

She mewled with delight and thrust her pelvis forward, unconsciously begging for more of his touch. “Yes!”

Master Barry walked up behind her and wrapped one of his arms around her middle once more. He pulled her back to his front and held her against him tightly so she couldn’t move away.

Master Turner thrust a finger up into her sheath, making her cry out her pleasure. When he began to pump his digit in and out of her cunt, cream leaked from her body continuously, in copious amounts. She groaned as her internal walls tightened. She was on the verge of climax, but that groan turned to a sob of frustration when Master Turner removed his finger from her pussy hole.

“Such a sexy little sub,” Master Turner stated and then to her carnal fascination brought his finger up to his mouth and licked it clean. “Hmm, so sweet and musky. I can’t wait to eat you out, Charlene.”

“If you need any help, Master Turner, just let me know,” Master Tank stated from behind the bar.

Charlie whipped her head around and saw the heat in Master Tank’s eyes as he perused her from head to toe. Wow, she’d never had one man look at her like that before, let alone three. It did wonderful things for her ego.

“Same goes,” another Dom said.

“Me, too,” said another. “I would love to get my hands and mouth on that sexy body.”

“Sorry, gentlemen, this sub is taken,” Master Turner said in a cold, hard voice.

“Pity,” called out another Dom. “Is she as soft and sweet as she looks?”

“Even better,” Master Turner replied. “Let’s take this to the St. Andrew’s Cross.”

Charlie wasn’t sure she wanted to know what that was, but when Master Barry spun her around, bent down, placed his shoulder into her stomach, and then stood back up with her over his shoulder, she knew she was going to find out. Excitement and trepidation warred inside her, but the excitement won out. She wanted this. Wanted to know if the taste of pleasure Master Turner and Master Barry had given her yesterday was a fluke or real.

She had been attracted to them both physically from the first moment she had laid eyes on them, and she felt as though she was beginning to understand Master Barry. Although she was very attracted to Master Turner, too, she still hadn’t worked him out. He praised her when she did what he ordered, but when she took her own time or disobeyed him—like wearing underwear—his eyes went ice cold and all expression left his face.

Charlie clung to Master Barry’s T-shirt, and then she let go as he slowly lowered her feet to the floor. She hadn’t been able to see where he was taking her as her hair had been all over her face, but as she pushed her hair back into some semblance of order, her eyes darted around the room.

She was standing in a room off the great room which had glass along one wall where people could stand and view what was happening inside. There was no door, so anyone could walk in at any time, if they wished. Charlie’s breathing escalated, and perspiration began to bead on her palms. She wiped her hands down the side of her skirt and took a step back from Master Barry, only to come to a halt when she bumped into Master Turner.

His breath caressed her ear as he leaned down and spoke to her. “Remove your corset, skirt, and shoes, Charlene.”

Charlie gasped when he caressed his hand over her ass and then gently gripped one cheek and then the other.

“But I’ll be—”

“Silence!” Master Turner barked out. “Do you want to use your safe word, Charlene? If you use the safe word ‘red,’ everything stops.”

Charlie thought about it, but she was so aroused and drawn to the two men looking at her that she decided to see where this thing she felt was between them could go. If she was honest with herself, the idea of them controlling her pleasure and having their hands and hopefully their mouths on her body fascinated her. There was a need deep down inside that was begging to be released and she had no idea what to do.

“No,” she finally answered. “I don’t want to use my safe word.”

Barry was so hard it was a wonder his cock hadn’t split his zipper open. He had enjoyed working behind the bar with his little sub, teaching her how their system operated and where everything was. Once she had become comfortable with how things worked, she had begun to talk to the other Doms. She didn’t flirt with the other men, but she was sassy and courteous, and she also had an almost sweet and innocent quality about her. And she had a body to die for, even if she didn’t agree with him. He and Turner were going to have to spend some time with their woman convincing her she was sexy and feminine and that she didn’t need to change anything about her.

But she didn’t know how to deal with two Doms yet.
Charlie was racking up the punishments tonight, and Barry was mentally rubbing his hands together. He couldn’t wait to get hold of that sensual little body, and from the way Turner’s cock was pushing against his jeans, neither could he.

Barry had watched Charlene avidly during the last few hours, hoping she would make some sort of infraction so he could punish her, but she hadn’t messed up once. He was glad when Turner had seen that she had been wearing panties and then ordered her to take them off in front of everyone. She had looked back at his business partner with such belligerence he knew Turner would add the attitude thing to her transgressions.

So far she had two punishments coming, and if she didn’t get her ass into gear and get her clothes off, she would add another to the list. She must have seen the determination in Turner’s eyes because all of a sudden she began working on the hooks and eyes down the front of the corset and released the closures one at a time. By the time the last hook was out, Barry was holding his breath, just waiting for another glimpse of her beautiful, bountiful breasts. With one hand she held the corset together over her breasts, but after taking a deep breath, she finally let one side go and pulled it from her body.

He nearly groaned out loud when he saw how hard her dusky, rose-colored nipples were. Her breasts looked swollen, and the turgid peaks looked like they were begging to be touched or sucked.

“Very good, little sub,” Turner praised. “Now the skirt.”

Barry took the corset from her hand and placed it on the chair near the door. He waited with bated breath for her to remove her skirt. This time he and Turner would get to see her pussy. Charlie had balked at removing her panties yesterday when she was being interviewed for the job, and rightly so. He didn’t want her doing anything she was too uncomfortable with and was glad that she had the backbone to let him or Turner know when she’d reached her limit. Her fingers fumbled with the zipper, but then she slowly began to lower it. When it was down as far as it would go, she pushed the fabric down over her hips and let the skirt pool on the floor.

“Pick it up and give it to Master Barry and then remove your shoes.” Turner stood watching Charlie without any expression at all. She kept giving him furtive glances as if trying to gauge his emotions. Turner had perfected the Dom stance and look, but he had known Turner for so long he knew his friend was just as eager to get his hands on Charlie as he was. She would have been able to see he was eager if she looked down at Turner’s crotch, too, but she was more intent on watching his eyes.

When Charlie bent over, he drew in a ragged gasp as her ass muscles flexed and he saw the bare, glistening lips of her pussy. Her thighs were also shiny with her juices. Barry wanted to walk over to her, grip her hips, spread her thighs apart, and bury his face between her legs. His muscles tautened as he gathered his control. Turner was leading this scene, and he was to follow. He would eventually have his time of control, but for now he was taking his prompts from his friend.

“Good girl.” Turner moved closer to her and ran his hands down from her upper arms until he wrapped them around her wrists. He began walking backward and led her over to the St. Andrew’s Cross, which was a large padded X shape that also had four points where a sub could be restrained by ankles and wrist.

“Step up, honey.” Turner held her hands until she was on the small platform and then gently pushed her forward until her front was against the padded cushioning of the cross. He lifted one hand and attached the restraint around her wrist and then nodded to Barry to see to the other one. Barry clasped the restraint around her and then ran his finger under the cuff, making sure that it wasn’t too tight. The last thing they wanted to do was cause problems with her circulation or for the leather to cut into her skin. The wide cuffs were lined with lamb’s wool for a sub’s protection. Together they secured her ankles with her legs spread wide apart.

Barry noticed the slight tremble in her body and quickly stood, bending so his head was close to hers.

“Are you all right, Charlie?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to use your safe word?”

“No,” she breathed out.

Barry ran a hand over her hair, down her back, and up again. She shivered, and goose bumps rose up on her skin. “You are such a pretty little sub. We are going to make you feel so good, baby.”

Barry stepped away when Turner moved closer to Charlie. He had a leather dildo flogger in his hand. The handle was a black gel tubular dildo, and the leather straps that protruded from the fake cock could be used as a flogger. It was ingenious device as both ends had their use.

Turner ran the leather straps over Charlie’s back, letting her feel the toy before he began to wield it. Once Charlie began to relax, he removed the flogger from her back and then flicked his wrist. The slapping noise made Charlie jerk. Though she tugged against the restraints, Barry knew she hadn’t felt any pain, because his friend hadn’t put much force in the hit. With every flick, Turner added more strength until the flogger began to leave pink marks on their sub’s back. He worked his way down until he was flogging her ass. Until that moment, Charlie hadn’t made a sound other than her panting breaths, but now she began to moan as the strands of leather connected with her buttocks and she pushed her hips up into the blows.

Barry’s cock jerked and pulsed, and his balls ached. He wanted to walk up behind her, release his hard dick from his constricting jeans, and ram his penis into her hot, wet pussy with one shove. He adjusted his aching erection and glanced up to see Turner smiling at him. The urge to touch her was too much, so he moved around the cross until he was standing in front of her. Her face was flushed with desire, her lips were plump and swollen, her eyes closed, and tears were running down her face.

“Wait.” Barry held his hand up to stop Turner striking her again. “What’s wrong, baby? Is the pain too much?”

“No,” she moaned. “It feels so good. God help me but it’s not enough.”

Using his hands, Barry wiped the moisture from her cheeks and then walked back over to the door, where Turner had dropped his equipment bag as they had entered the room. He grabbed a few tissues and the bottle of water sitting on the floor next to the bag. Barry walked back over to Charlie and held the tissues to her nose.