by Becca Van
“Thank you, gentlemen, I believe I have achieved my goal. Please feel free to return to whatever it is you were doing.”
The Doms began to leave, giving their sub lingering looks of desire and then turning away with sighs of resignation. Turner moved around in front of Charlie and looked her in the eyes. “You are the sexiest, most beautiful woman I have ever seen. If I hear you making derogatory comments about your body again, I will either tie you down and spank you or put you over my knee. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Now I believe since you were such a good little sub and behaved well, you should be rewarded. Don’t you think so, Master Barry?”
“Oh absolutely.” Barry slowly lowered Charlie’s arms, massaging her shoulders and upper arms.
Turner nodded to Barry, and his friend slid his hands down her arms and gently but firmly clasped her wrists behind her back. Bending down, Turner took her mouth with a hungry rapaciousness that even surprised him. Slanting his mouth this way and that, he tasted every inch of the interior of her mouth with his tongue.
Charlie whimpered, and he felt her body soften when she leaned back against Barry. He slowed the kiss until he was sipping at her lips, and then he began to lick and nibble his way down her neck and chest. When he reached one of her breasts, he sucked the turgid peak into his mouth and suckled firmly, and then he brought his free hand up and caressed through her slick folds.
Turner groaned at the copious amount of moisture he found, and he had to clamp down hard to control his own desires. He wanted to kneel down at her feet, shove his head between her legs, and lick and suck her to completion. But he was a Dom, and control was everything.
He crushed her nipple against roof of his mouth with his tongue, and his cock jerked against the zipper of his pants when she cried out. Releasing the peak with a pop, he shifted to her other breast, giving it the attention it craved and not wanting to neglect her needs. His fingers were soaked with her cream and he wanted to feel her heat. Turner slowly pushed a finger up inside her and then withdrew it to the tip. He imagined the feeling of thrusting into her pussy until he was balls-deep. The mental image made him feel needy, but first he wanted to taste her.
He licked his way down her torso to her softly curved belly and stopped to rim his tongue around her navel. The sounds coming from her mouth told him she enjoyed everything he was doing to her and that she was lost in her pleasure. Charlie was totally oblivious to the fact that they were still up on the stage for all to see.
Turner added another finger to her pussy and began to pump them in and out of her wet hole. She was so fucking tight he wanted in her body now, but still he held back. Bending even lower, he slid his tongue through her pussy lips and then laved over her clit. She bucked her hips forward, showing him how much she wanted his mouth and hands on her. He wanted her to come in his mouth, craved more of her cream, so he gently drew her clit between his lips and sucked, all the while thrusting his fingers in and out of her sheath.
Charlie’s internal walls trembled and rippled around his digits, and she screamed her orgasm. Her hips bucked, and she continued crying out as he ate her pussy and fucked her with his fingers. He slurped and drank down her cum until the last shudder of pleasure waned and she slumped in Barry’s hold. Turner kissed her inner thighs as he slowly withdrew his fingers, and then he kissed her mound before rising to his feet.
His little sub was a sex goddess. Her eyes were closed, and she looked totally boneless in Barry’s arms. Her lips were swollen and her cheeks were tinged a deep pink hue from her climax.
Barry swept her off her feet and transferred her into his arms. Turner held her close while his partner retrieved the blanket, and between them they wrapped it around her body. Charlie sighed and snuggled against him, the touch of her nose to the skin of his neck eliciting feelings he’d never had before. He looked down at Charlie with awe, hesitating midstride. He’d known from the beginning that she was right for them, her being a natural sub and having such a sweet personality, but he’d never expected his heart to become engaged.
Turner cared for her, and so did Barry. They’d both told her so, but he’d never thought to feel so full of emotion. The thought of her not being with him by his side and in his bed made pain rip through his chest. God, I’m in love with her. He’d heard of love at first sight, but being the arrogant, cynical Dominant that he was, he had been a skeptic. It seemed the writers, poets, and songwriters were right after all.
He glanced over his shoulder as he walked toward the keypad door and saw the same emotions in Barry’s eyes. Taking a deep breath, he waited while his partner keyed in the code and held the door open for him and he walked through.
Although he wanted to tie her up and spank her ass until it was a pretty pink, he needed to feel her hands and mouth on him. It looked like his dominant tendencies were going to take a backseat for a while. He needed to make love with their woman.
Chapter Eight
What is happening to me? Am I truly into all this kink?
She had just climaxed on a stage in the middle of the great room where all and sundry could watch. She wasn’t an extrovert, yet she had relished being the center of attention. Being watched by all those Doms had only cranked up her libido to a higher level. Feeling cherished as she snuggled into Master Turner was already mind blowing, but remembering what she had done made her heart pump hard all over again.
She’d read a lot of romance books over the years and even erotic romance novels from ménages to BDSM, and although she’d enjoyed them all, Charlie hadn’t ever thought she was a sexual deviant. But it looked like she was wrong, because she had been so turned on when Master Turner had kissed, touched, and licked her in a room full of people. The thought of him and Master Barry fucking her while others watched sent her arousal firing up from its satiated state.
“What just went through your mind, little sub?” Master Barry asked as Master Turner lowered her to the bed.
God, she’d been so caught up in her thoughts she hadn’t realized they were in the Doms’ suite of rooms, let alone the bedroom.
“Um, I was wondering what was happening to me,” she whispered and lowered her eyes to the floor. She was sitting on the side of the bed with her legs hanging over the edge. Charlie wanted to feel in control and moved so her feet were touching the floor.
“Look at me, Charlie,” Master Barry demanded. “You are submitting to us, baby. Don’t overthink what’s happening. Just think about how it makes you feel to give up control to us.”
“It’s freeing, isn’t it, baby?” Master Turner said from behind her. “Imagine how good you are going to feel once you let everything go. We won’t ever hurt you, Charlene, but we will push your boundaries to make you feel good. Now, look at Barry liked he asked, little sub.”
Once again Charlie found herself complying. She sighed with frustration at her obedience but looked at Master Barry. God, his eyes were beautiful. She felt as if she were drowning in the deep blue pools. His expression was blank, and Charlie was beginning to think she’d done something wrong. Then he smiled at her, and her breath caught in her throat. He was such a handsome man and was looking at her as if she were the only woman left on the planet. But underlying the sexual hunger was so much emotion that tears pricked the back of her eyes.
She let her attention slide to the side, only to connect with Master Turner’s gaze as he moved around in front of her. She gulped, trying to control her reaction to what she saw in his eyes.
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met, Charlie.” Master Turner knelt down so his face was almost level with hers. “Will you stay here tonight? We want to spend the rest of the evening making love with you.”
Charlie knew she should protest. She was supposed to be here to work. In the last two nights she hadn’t finished a shift out yet. But she also wanted to feel their hands and mouths on her body. She wanted to be able to touch them and taste them and show them how much they meant
to her. The last thing she wanted to do was drive home after the evening was over and climb into her lonely, cold bed. The need to be wrapped up in their arms was a yearning she couldn’t ignore.
“I—I…”
Oh God. I’m in love with them.
“What are you thinking about, Charlie?” Barry questioned.
Charlie didn’t want to answer that question. She didn’t want to come across as needy, and if she told the two Doms how she felt and they didn’t reciprocate her feelings, she was going to end up with a broken heart. The need to push them away became paramount so they wouldn’t know how much she cared.
“You two employed me to do a job. I think I should get to work. I can’t spend the hours here playing. I need to earn money to pay my way in life.”
“We will still pay you for the hours you are here, Charlene.”
Charlie flinched with indignation and then rose to her feet. She avoided looking at either Dom and looked around for her clothes, since she had seen Master Barry with them in his hands as Master Turner had carried her toward the internal door.
“Damn it, Charlie,” Master Turner said in a heated voice, slipping again and using her nickname. She hesitated as she remembered him also using her nickname when saying she was the most beautiful woman he had ever met. It was unusual for him to slip up, because he was usually so controlled, and the heat in his deep voice contrasted the almost cold quality it normally held. If he really cared for her he wouldn’t have said what he just did. “That didn’t come out right.”
“You’re telling me,” Charlie muttered and then walked out of the room. Before Master Turner had spoken she’d cherished every moment she had spent with them. After what he’d just said she wanted to crawl in a shower and scrub away the remembrance of their touch. She felt used and almost…dirty. Is that how they think of me?
Sighing with relief, she spied her skirt and corset on the sofa and hurried over to them. She had her skirt on and was trying to do up the corset when it was ripped from her.
Charlie turned and raised her arm to cover her breasts as she faced the two Doms. Master Turner had a look of contrition on his face but she also saw implacability, and his stance showed pure determination. Well, this time she wasn’t going to obey either of them. If they were going to say hurtful things, she wasn’t going to just go along with them, whatever they wanted from her. Pain throbbed in her chest, and although she wanted to rub over her heart, she wasn’t about to let them see how much she was hurting.
“I didn’t mean that I was paying for your services, little sub.” Master Turner scrubbed a hand over his face and then ran it through his hair. “All I meant was that you wouldn’t lose any pay for following our orders. We are the ones who have taken you away from your duties. You have to understand I’ve never done that before.”
Master Barry took the corset from Master Turner and stepped forward. She was appreciative when he wrapped it around her and began to hook it up. Charlie didn’t like feeling so vulnerable and naked after what the club owner had said. When Barry had fastened the last clasp, she stepped back.
“I’m sorry, Charlene. I never meant to hurt you or for my words to come out as derogatory. I just wanted you to know you wouldn’t be penalized in a monetary way for our actions.”
She saw the sincerity in his eyes and knew he meant what he’d said. He’d fucked up and now he was trying to make amends. Charlie had wanted to spend the night with them both, making love with them, but now she needed some time to get her head together. Every person she’d met in her life ended up hurting her, including her family. She didn’t need it from these two arrogant assholes, too.
“I accept your apology.” She thrust her chin out and placed her hands on her hips. “But I think it would be best if I got back to work.”
Charlie hesitated as her hand landed on the doorknob. She looked back over her shoulder to the two men. “I think we should keep things between us platonic. This would never have worked.”
She wanted to prove that she meant it. They could read between her words so well that she feared they’d know how her heart cried out against walking away. She looked down, trying to think of a way to show she meant it, and noticed the leather collar they’d given her.
She’d seen other subs wearing collars in the club. From what she understood, it meant the sub was off-limits to other Doms. She didn’t want any other Doms to touch her, but she didn’t care for Turner and Barry to do so either.
Releasing the doorknob, she undid the collar from around her neck and dropped it on the floor.
She left the suite of rooms and headed back down the hall. Taking a deep breath, she opened the entrance door to the club and hurried across to the bar. Master Tank and Master Thomas were working there and gave her quizzical looks when she began filling orders. She ignored them.
* * * *
“Damn it, Turner. You just made a huge mistake,” Barry snarled as he faced his friend.
“You think I don’t know that?” Turner spun away and then back again. “Fuck! How could I have been so stupid? I’ve never been so out of control in my life.”
“We have to get her back. Shit.” Barry began to pace. “I love that woman so damn much there is no way I can live without her.”
“I know that. I feel the same. God, I’ve pushed her away and that wasn’t what I intended. I hurt her so damn much and just when we were beginning to make her feel good about herself. She’s been wearing our fucking collar, for Christ’s sake. If she thinks she can just walk away from what we have, she has another thing coming.”
“So what are we going to do to get her back?” Barry stopped his pacing and pinned Turner with his eyes.
“God, I don’t fucking know. I have no clue when it comes to Charlene. She has me tied up so much inside I feel like my gut is one large ball of string.”
“We can’t let her leave tonight. Not with how upset she is.”
Turner sighed and strode toward the door, glancing back toward him as he tugged on the door handle. “We are going to go and sit at that bar and try and get back into her good graces. If she is still standoffish by the time her shift ends, then she stays here with us.”
“You can’t make her stay if she doesn’t want to, Turner. God, you can be such an arrogant asshole.”
Turner flipped him off and then his shoulders slumped as he sighed again. “I know I can’t, but if I tell her she is going to stay she will comply. Haven’t you noticed she obeys our every command?”
“Of course I have. What sort of Dom would I be if I didn’t take note of how she reacts to us? That beautiful woman is so close to letting go, and we are the only ones who are going to be near her when it happens. Charlie has only given us a glimpse of her submissive nature. You and I both know there is so much more to her. She is a sexy, passionate woman. I can’t wait until she is living here with us.”
“Me, too.” Turner pulled the door open and walked down the hall. Barry followed him, hoping that Charlie would be willing to accept Turner’s apology and forgive and forget. As far as he was concerned, once a tiff was over it was finished. But what was most important right now was getting her to talk to them first.
* * * *
Charlie was facing away from the bar as she read off the recipe card of the exotic drink she was making when the back of her neck prickled in warning. Glancing up into the mirror on the wall, she saw Master Turner and Master Barry approaching. She mentally cursed as her cheeks heated and she saw that her skin was flushed. Charlie hated that every emotion showed up on her pale skin. Quickly lowering her gaze back to what she was doing, she tried to concentrate and prayed they would go away. As she poured the orange juice into the glass her eyes snagged on the mirror once more. The two Doms were staring at her, and she knew she wasn’t going to get away with avoiding them.
When she spun around, her eyes on the glass in her hand, she walked to the other end of the mahogany bar and placed the drink in front of the Dom who had ordered it. “Thank y
ou, little sub.”
Charlie scowled but quickly looked away when she realized it was a dangerous thing to do to such a dominant man. When he chuckled, her tense muscles released and she began taking orders from the patrons close by. She was hoping to stay down this end of the bar, away from Masters Turner and Barry so she wouldn’t have to speak to them.
Master Tank met her in the middle and nudged her gently with his hip to get her attention. Charlie didn’t want advice, but the look on Master Tank’s face said he was going to butt in whether she wanted his words of wisdom or not.
“I don’t know what has you so sad, Charlie, but you need to talk to them about it. They aren’t going to let you keep on avoiding them.”
Charlie felt tears prick the back of her eyes, Master Turner’s words still ringing in her ears. She sighed and blinked a few times to dispel the moisture in her eyes. There was nothing she could do about the ache in her chest or the beating her pride had taken not so long ago, but she wasn’t about to let herself be pushed around by anyone else. They all thought she was submissive. Though she wanted to refute that claim, she wasn’t about to waste her breath. But she wasn’t going to let herself be pushed around any longer. Spinning around to face Master Tank and placing her hands on her hips, she glared up at the big brute of a man.
“I don’t need you or anyone else telling me what to do. So back the fuck off, now.”
Master Tank’s concerned gaze flashed from warm to cold in an instant. His muscles rippled and hardened as he crossed his arms over his chest and thrust his hips forward in an aggressive move.
Uh-oh, what have I done? Charlie lowered her eyes and took a quick step back. She was about to take another when Master Tank’s hard voice stopped her.
“You will not back away from me, Charlie, but you will apologize.”