Pleasing Her Racy Doms [Racy Nights 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Tara Rose

  “Please,” said Evan. “Black.”

  “Same here.”

  She poured them each a cup and then sat down to eat. “Was Dave calling about you guys not being there?”

  Thayer nodded as he chewed his food. “This is good. Thank you, Cherilyn.”

  “My pleasure. Is everything okay at the gym?”

  “Yes.”

  She sighed. “Oh good. I was hoping nothing else had happened.”

  “Not today.”

  “And we made a decision while you were fixing this delicious breakfast,” said Evan.

  “What is it?”

  “We’re going to let Dave handle the gym today. We want to take you somewhere.”

  She stared from one man to the other, afraid to believe what he’d just said was true. “Are you sure you can do that?”

  “Of course we can,” said Thayer. “We want to spend the day with you.”

  “Thank you. I don’t know what to say.”

  Evan grinned. “Say ‘yes,’ sub. Your Doms just made a request of you. And by the way, why have you not knelt before us this morning?”

  Cherilyn hopped off her stool and dropped to her knees, bowing her head. She hoped the gesture would hide the fact that she was trying not to laugh. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

  “We’ll forgive you. But from now on, we want you on your knees every morning, pledging your submission to us for the day. Is that understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Every morning? Did they plan on moving in here with her?

  “And I still owe you a punishment from yesterday,” said Thayer.

  Cherilyn bit back a moan at the tone in his voice.

  “Oh?” asked Evan, “What did she do?”

  “She told me she’s eaten the food from Nan’s Place several times lately.”

  “Um…” Evan’s tone had her raising her eyes to his face, and she struggled not to laugh at the sheepish grin on his face. “Yeah, so have I.”

  Thayer gave him a look of incredulity, and then he began to laugh. “Well, there goes that training experience. Stand up, Cherilyn. You’re off the hook for that one.”

  “Thank you, Sir. May I ask a question?”

  “Yes.”

  “Where are going today?”

  Thayer grinned. “It’s a surprise. Dress casual and comfortable.” He slid off his stool. “Evan and I need to run home and change, and then Evan will drive both of us since I can’t fit three people in my car.”

  Evan snorted. “Unless I drive it and you ride on the roof.”

  “Fuck you.”

  Cherilyn laughed as she gathered the breakfast dishes. She could get used to this. Very used to it.

  After she showered and dressed in jeans and a light sweater, Evan and Thayer arrived in Evan’s car, and they drove to downtown Indianapolis. She sat in the front with Evan and turned sideways in her seat so that she could talk to both of them at once.

  For the first twenty minutes of the trip, she kept trying to goad them into telling her where they were going, but after the third time Thayer told her that Evan would pull off the freeway and they’d take her into the woods and spank her with a switch from a tree if she didn’t stop, so she finally gave up.

  No one talked about Chuck or the recent events at the gym. Rather, she asked them about their favorite childhood memories, what they most remembered about being at Ball State, and how they’d ended up starting the gym in Racy.

  She learned that although they’d grown up on opposite sides of Racy, the two became friends in first grade and were inseparable from that point on. Thayer had spent a lot of time on the farm where Evan had grown up, and Evan loved going to Thayer’s house on Birch Lane for sleepovers, because he thought the house was so amazing. Birch Lane was where Maddox’s house stood now, although when Evan and Thayer were kids that lot was only woods.

  “How did your parents feel about Maddox building his house right down the street from them to start a BDSM club?” she asked Thayer.

  “I don’t think they were terribly interested one way or the other, to be honest. Evan and I were at school by then, so we missed all the local flak Maddox got.”

  “I remember it well. I’d already graduated with my degree and was working at City Hall. Bernie was only a councilman then, and he tried like crazy to block it.”

  Thayer and Evan both chuckled.

  “When did you both get into the lifestyle?”

  “In college,” said Evan. “There was an unofficial student BDSM organization, but a lot of members were simply curious and had no real experience or desire to get serious about it. We heard about Maddox’s club and contacted him to put us in touch with people in Muncie. Then when we graduated, we made plans to open the gym. Racy needed one, and neither of us wanted to leave the city. By then, we were driving back here on weekends anyway to go to Maddox’s club because we couldn’t find one we were comfortable in near the campus.”

  “The space where the gym is used to be storefronts, and then apartments. But when there was a fire and most of them were destroyed, the owners didn’t want to rebuild, so we were able to buy the land.” Thayer glanced at her with almost an apologetic grin. “My parents gave us the capital to start it. And they refuse to let me pay it back, although we now have more than enough money to do so.”

  “How sweet of them.”

  He shrugged. “That’s how they are. I’m an only child.”

  “That means he’s spoiled rotten.” Evan winked at her.

  “Evan is jealous of me.” Thayer’s grin and tone of voice were filled with humor. “Always has been. I got all the hot chicks in school, and he’s never forgiven me for it.”

  “Oh, right. Should I tell Cherilyn about batshit crazy Sandra Cain or do you want to?”

  “Fuck you, Evan.”

  Cherilyn laughed. “Oh, do tell. I can’t wait to hear this.”

  “Watch it, sub. I have a large collection of paddles.” Cherilyn squirmed in her seat as she imagined them.

  “Ignore him,” said Evan. “Sandra Cain was this girl in our Intro to Psych class. Thayer and I were freshman and, well, you know how it is when you go away from home for the first time. You do crazy stuff and get a bit carried away.”

  “Like Evan did.”

  “And you. Anyway…” Evan winked at Cherilyn again. “Sandra was cute and all, but it was soon apparent to both of us that she was also pretty weird. She was from some tiny town in western Ohio that no one had ever heard of, and would always make lame jokes that she’d applied to Ball State because she wanted to, you know, have a ball at college. Then she’d laugh like it was the funniest thing anyone had ever said.”

  “She wasn’t that bad.”

  Evan glanced in the rearview mirror. “Really? What about the time she burned the clothes she’d worn while on a date with you because she was trying to cast a spell to keep you?”

  “What?” Cherilyn stared at Thayer with her mouth open.

  He held up his hands. “I wasn’t there. I swear it. This is all secondhand knowledge. We don’t know anyone who actually saw her do this.”

  “Secondhand knowledge from ten reliable sources. She apparently was trying to prevent Thayer from breaking up with her, and she took her clothes out to the woods and burned them. Ten people saw her do it.”

  “Why did you ever break up with her? She sounds fascinating.”

  Thayer gave her a warning look, but the corners of his mouth turned up.

  “Because by then he’d finally used the brains in his head instead of his dick and realized she was fucking nuts.”

  “Did her spell work?” she asked, grinning at Thayer.

  He gave her a droll look. “Hysterical, Cherilyn. Absolutely hysterical. Your gorgeous ass won’t like it the next time I bend you over my knee.” The sudden look in his eyes made her moan softly. “Which will most definitely take place sometime today. That’s a promise.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Evan merged onto Interstate 465 and exited on West 38th S
treet then headed toward downtown Indianapolis. When he pulled onto the grounds of the Indianapolis Museum of Art, Cherilyn gawked at the manicured lawn and buildings. “This is awesome. Thanks, you guys.”

  “We thought you’d like to see the place that inspired Maddox and Ellis before they built their homes,” said Thayer.

  They parked the car, and then walked toward the Lilly House and Gardens. Cherilyn couldn’t believe how beautiful the magnificent old house was, or that they were actually going inside. “I can see the influence already.”

  “Ellis’s house is more similar to this one in exterior design than Maddox’s,” said Evan. “But soon you’ll see how many ideas from this house that Maddox used inside his.”

  The sweeping staircase in Stair Hall reminded her of the one in Maddox’s house, and when they entered the Game Room, Thayer whispered to her to remind him to have Maddox show her his library, as it closely resembled this room.

  As Cherilyn listened to their guide describe the history of the home and the family who built it, she watched Thayer and Evan from under her lashes. She never would have believed the two would take her someplace like this. Almost every other man she knew would be bored to tears at an historical home like this.

  They spent a long time on the second floor, studying various exhibits on the landscape architecture and interior design. “Did you two actually design The Fit Bod? Is that why this interests you so much?”

  Evan nodded. “We did. I almost considered changing my major during my sophomore year, or at least adding a second one. But my parents convinced me to stick with the business degree, and by then Thayer and I were making plans to open the gym, so I also pursued my MBA.”

  “It’s still pretty damn impressive, you know. I mean that for both of you.”

  “Thank you.” Evan looked embarrassed. It still amazed her how humble they each were. Other than Thayer’s Porsche and its infamous license plate, they didn’t show off their business sense or their money. She’d never expected them to be so down-to-earth.

  After they left the museum, Evan drove downtown and parked down the street from a building that would have looked more in place in New Orleans than Indianapolis. They got out of the car, and walked inside. “Welcome to the Bourbon Street Grill,” he said.

  “Ah, now I get it.”

  “I love this place. And don’t think you have to eat a salad. The food here is really great, so I want you to enjoy some of it.”

  “Again? Are you guys trying to stuff me like a turkey or something?”

  They were shown to their table, and Cherilyn admired the brick walls and fireplace at one end. It was cozy and comfortable, and the air smelled spicy and pungent.

  “We’ll stuff you,” muttered Thayer, picking up a plastic menu. “And work off this food at the same time.”

  “Oh, I see what the grand plan is this weekend.”

  “Took you long enough.” Thayer winked at her, and it sent a fresh flood of wetness to her pussy.

  “I take it you two have been here before?”

  “We discovered it by accident one day. Evan and I went to New Orleans with a group of friends for spring break one year and fell in love with it. When we found this place we were so excited. Granted, it’s not the same as being in The Big Easy, but it’s closer than Louisiana.”

  “I’ve never been to New Orleans.”

  “We’ll take you.”

  Cherilyn smiled, assuming it was one of those things people said, like “I’ll call you and we’ll do lunch,” but it was still nice that Thayer had said it. They decided to share nachos, Cajun smothered chicken, and shrimp diablo among the three of them. The food was incredible, and Cherilyn laughed at the way both men tried to do outdo each other with tales of their more embarrassing moments from high school and college.

  “You see, I missed all that. I went to Ivy Tech Community College in Lafayette. I lived at home and hung out with Melinda, but she was already dating Michael, so I usually only saw her during the week.”

  “When did you and Chuck start dating?” asked Thayer.

  “The year I graduated. He already had a BS in information systems and cyber security, but was only doing basic IT stuff for the city, and he was bored out of his mind. When he found out he could join the Army and was qualified to be a signals intelligence analyst, he jumped on it.”

  Thayer’s gaze turned thoughtful. “So he wasn’t killed in combat?”

  She shook her head. “No. He and his team were on the base in a support position only. A jeep got bombed and he and a few of the others inside ran outside to see what was going on, and to make sure none of the troops were injured. There were snipers hiding in the trees and Chuck was hit in the head. He never regained consciousness. The Army told me he died almost instantly.”

  Thayer took her hands. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.”

  “No, it’s all right. I can talk about it now. For a long time I couldn’t. It was such a senseless thing to have happened, but then again, so is all war, you know?”

  As they drove back to Racy, Cherilyn allowed herself to relive the moments after she found out about Chuck’s death, the chaos afterward, and the funeral. But that was it. She let the memories fill her senses, gave over to the emotions, and then pushed it all back down into the black hole where she kept everything locked away. She even visualized putting the key on a hook by the door, the way Julie had taught her to.

  She and Julie had worked for a long time on that neat little trick. Cherilyn had asked if hiding the memories away in an actual hole that she visualized was healthy, and Julie had assured her that it was healthier to take them out, examine them, allow them to produce emotions, and then place them back inside the blackness than it was to totally deny that they existed at all, and never work through them. She told Cherilyn that over time, the emotions would become less and less intense, until one day she no longer needed to take them out at all.

  “You’re very quiet.” Evan glanced at her with concern on his handsome face.

  She forced a smile. “I’m fine. Just tired. Thank you both for this. I had a perfect day.”

  “We hope it’s not over yet, Cherilyn.” He took one hand off the steering wheel and brushed it across her arm.

  “It’s not. I’m not that tired.”

  “Damn right it’s not,” said Thayer. “I owe you a spanking for your endless questions earlier.”

  Cherilyn turned around in her seat and gave him a big grin. “How do you do that?”

  “Do what?”

  “Make me tingle all over with just one sentence.”

  He leaned forward in his seat and rested his forehead against hers. “I’m magical.”

  “Okay, Magic Man. One of us is trying to drive here.”

  “Then maybe Cherilyn needs to come back here with me so you can chauffeur us?” Thayer winked at her, and Cherilyn couldn’t help but laugh.

  “Laugh now,” said Evan. “But remember this. Thayer isn’t the only one with a collection of toys that he’ll use on you.” His grin forced a soft moan from her throat.

  “Ah, now we have her attention.”

  “I can never tell if you two are working together or just know each other so well that you feed off one another.”

  “And we’ll never tell you,” said Evan. He pulled off the freeway and headed toward Racy. “So, where are we headed? My place? Yours? Cherilyn’s?”

  “Cherilyn has no toys.” Thayer glanced at her. “Do you?”

  Did her vibrator count? She shook her head, hardly able to contain her excitement. She was in for another night with both men. It was almost too good to be true.

  “Do you need to stop by your place for anything, Cherilyn?”

  “No.”

  “Then let’s go to my place. Evan can get whatever he needs from his and then come over. Evan and I live in the same complex, three condos away.”

  She smiled. “What? You couldn’t get side-by-side units?”

  “That comment just earned
you extra swats, sub.”

  When they arrived at Thayer’s condo, she got out with him and Evan told them he’d be over in about ten minutes. Thayer’s condo was exactly as she’d pictured it. Expensive-looking furniture and art on the walls, but he’d managed to make it appear homey and comfortable. It smelled like he did—a combination of musk and sage. “This is really nice.”

  He lit the gas fireplace. “Thank you. Would you like some wine?”

  “Yes, please.” She followed him into the kitchen and admired the stainless steel appliances and neat countertops. “Do you do much cooking?”

  “Sure do. It’s easier to eat healthy that way.” He flashed her a quick grin as he opened a bottle of Pinot Grigio. “Although we’ve all fucked that up during the past two days.”

  “Like you said, once in a while isn’t going to derail everything.” She took the glass he offered and sipped. “This is good. Thank you.”

  Evan came in, carrying a black bag. He accepted a glass of wine from Thayer and the three went into the living room. Cherilyn took a seat on the sofa and watched them. Her pulse raced and the wine glass felt slippery, but she knew that was only from her suddenly sweaty palms. “Thank you again for today.”

  “You’re very welcome,” said Thayer. “I’ll be right back.”

  She watched him walk up the stairs, and then gazed into Evan’s eyes as he sat next to her. “I hope I’m doing well.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “At this. The sub thing. I’m clueless, Evan. I feel like I’m learning how to ride a bike or something, you know? At first it’s scary, and then once you’re moving you realize it’s not so bad and that it’s a lot of fun, but the first time you fall it hurts like hell and you’re afraid to get back on again.”

  He frowned slightly. “Have we frightened you in some way?”

  “No. No, you haven’t. Bad analogy. What I mean is that I thought I had it all figured out last night, but right now I’m wondering what to do, and whether you two are happy with me.”