Two Sirs for Sasha [Club Esoteria 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Cooper McKenzie

  “Yes, Sir,” Sasha answered. Her juices overflowed her pussy and soaked her panties as she looked this man over.

  Like Peyton, he was tall, broad shouldered, and had muscles everywhere. His auburn hair was curly and worn longer than current style dictated. Looking into his holly-green eyes had her sighing. His face was rounder, his features softer than the man holding her, his lips thinner but turned up in a slight smile that turned the temperature of her need a few degrees higher.

  When Peyton removed his arms from her body, she froze, afraid to move. He took her left hand in his right one and laced their fingers together as if they had a relationship instead of being strangers who had just met and shared one kick-ass kiss. What were they going to do to her now?

  Turning to the exit, he pulled her along as he left the men’s room with Master Gavin close on their heels. Once in the hallway, Master Peyton headed into the club’s main room with a long, confident, easy stride. Sasha had to hurry to keep up with him, pressing closer against his tall, broad-shouldered body like a scared rabbit.

  She had been in this room a total of three times, including the time she had made her presentation to Jenna and Taurus. Sweet Delights Catering had finalized the contract to supply the club with sandwiches, finger foods, and desserts just the week before, and here she was about to be fired because she had not been able to keep her sexual curiosity under control. Earlier, she had focused all her attention on making the buffet tables as visually appealing as they were tasty.

  As she crossed the main club room between the two big men whose aura of power and authority wrapped around her and took away any will to disagree with them, Sasha looked around the room. Though she had always been curious about the BDSM lifestyle and especially the Dominant/submissive relationship, she was not sure if she was brave enough. To satisfy that curiosity with these two men would take a woman stronger and braver than she was. She would also prefer to wait until she had a shower and clean clothes instead of the ones she had been cooking in since four o’clock this morning.

  “Mistress Jenna, where is your slave boy?” Peyton asked once they reached the bar. Gavin stepped up to her other side so she was surrounded by great-looking, delicious-smelling men. She, on the other hand, just smelled.

  Jenna looked up, a curious expression on her face. “Which one? Or have you forgotten now that Antony’s back I once again have two men in my harem?”

  Peyton chuckled then positioned Sasha so she stood in front of him. Her eyes widened when he pulled her back so the sizeable bulge filling the front of his jeans pressed against the small of her back. When she tried to shift forward to put some space between them, he rested a hand on each shoulder and pulled her back, forcing her to back against him. “No, I hadn’t forgotten. We need to speak with Antony. He apparently knows something about why I found this sweet thing hanging a sign in the men’s room.”

  “Sasha? What the hell were you—” Jenna broke off and stood from her barstool. Grabbing a microphone from behind the bar, she punched several buttons before speaking into it. “Antony, you have two minutes to get your ass to the bar or you won’t be able to sit down for the next week.” She glanced at the clock on the wall over the front door as she spoke in a calm, controlled, oh-so-authoritative voice that filled the room from hidden speakers.

  Returning the microphone to its stand behind the bar, she turned and stared at Sasha. “Would you mind telling me what you were doing?”

  Sasha shifted her gaze to look over Jenna’s shoulder. Her gaze fell on a large wooden cross she identified from her reading as a St. Andrew’s Cross. Her eyes flitted away to the next station where chains hung from the wall and ceiling. For an instant, she saw herself dangling as a stranger spanked her naked ass. Her pussy pulsed once again with the need that had been building up in her for more than a year.

  Swallowing hard, she returned her gaze to the Domme who owned half the sex club. “Uh, not really,” she answered honestly.

  Gavin stepped forward. “Seems our little innocent was posting a sign advertising for a Dom.”

  Jenna looked from Gavin to Peyton before returning her full attention to Sasha. Before she could say a word, a door at the back of the room flew open with a slam. Antony raced into sight and did not stop until he reached Jenna’s side where he fell to his knees and bent forward to rest his forehead on the carpet.

  Sasha’s shock ratcheted up another notch when she saw that all her uncle wore was a teeny-weeny navy-blue thong, black leather cuffs around his wrists and ankles, and what looked like a dog collar around his neck.

  “Yes, Mistress?” he panted.

  “Master Peyton and Master Gavin caught Sasha in the men’s restroom posting a sign advertising for a Dom. They’re under the impression that you have something to do with it.” Bending down, Jenna grabbed the short hairs at the back of his neck and pulled, forcing the man to scramble to his feet.

  “Sasha was curious about the lifestyle, and I agreed to help her find a Dom who could teach her about Domination and submission,” Antony said, gazing into his mistress’s eyes. He did not acknowledge Sasha or the two men with her as if they had disappeared and he was alone with his Mistress.

  “And exactly what is it she wants to learn?”

  “I think this will answer that question,” Gavin said, pulling her notice from his back pocket and handing it to Jenna.

  Jenna read the notice with a blank expression. Once she was finished, she returned it to Gavin. Then she looked at Sasha.

  “Do you realize how dangerous what you did could have been? Though we screen our members, we have had a few problems in the past. If you wanted to learn about the lifestyle, why didn’t you come to me?”

  Sasha blinked several times, hoping to keep tears of embarrassed frustration under control. Then she dropped her gaze to the shoes again. Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she forced her eyes up to once again meet the Domme’s. “I was afraid to. I didn’t think you would help me. Please don’t punish Antony. He didn’t want me to do it. I talked him into it and agreed that he could screen the men who expressed interest before I met them.”

  Jenna studied her for a long moment, before looking to the men on either side of her. “So, gentlemen, are you offering to take this innocent lamb under command and teach her the ways of Domination and submission?”

  Sasha tilted her head first to the left and then the right to see both men nod.

  “And, Sasha, are you willing to have Master Peyton and Master Gavin train you?”

  Sasha blinked, amazed that Jenna was offering her a choice. “Both of them?”

  Jenna nodded.

  A shiver ran through her at the thought of having two men. She looked to her nearly naked uncle, who was grinning broadly. “Antony? What do you think?”

  Antony looked to his mistress, who nodded. Then he glanced at each of the big men before looking at her. “I think that these are the perfect men for you to learn from. Allow them to work with you this evening, and then we’ll talk and you can decide whether or not you wish to continue under their command.”

  That sounded reasonable, so Sasha looked at Jenna, “Yes, Ma’am, I’ll spend the evening under their control, if that’s what they wish.”

  “Very well then,” Jenna said with a small smile. Then she looked at the men, and the smile vanished. “There will be no intercourse tonight since we don’t have Sasha’s medical paperwork on file. Beyond that, I would appreciate that you keep your activities confined to the main room tonight.”

  “Agreed,” the men answered in unison.

  “Very well, then, carry on,” Jenna dismissed them but grabbed Antony by the bulge filling the front of his thong and pulled him close. “Later on, you and I will have a long discussion about your punishment for overstepping your bounds as my slave.”

  Sasha did not hear his response as each man reached down and claimed a hand. Then Peyton led the way across the bar to a curtained doorway. She followed docilely, not sure where they were g
oing until they were through the curtains and she found they were in the front lobby. Peyton walked them over to the far corner of the room and released her hand. Gavin did the same then moved to stand beside him, shielding her with their bodies from the rest of the room.

  She looked from one to the other, nerves jangling at what she suspected was about to happen. She expected Peyton to continue leading the way, and it took a moment to sink in when instead Gavin said, “Strip.”

  Chapter 3

  “Excuse me?” The words popped out before Sasha could filter what she was saying.

  Both men frowned at her response, amping her nervousness up to fear. She stepped back, only to find herself pinned into the corner with nowhere to run to.

  Gavin leaned down until they were nose to nose. “The only words I want to hear from you, little lamb, are ‘Yes, Sir’ unless you are calling red, at which point we will return you to Jenna and our time together will be finished. Do you understand?”

  Sasha’s eyes went so wide she was afraid they would pop out of her head. Swallowing hard, she nodded quickly.

  “Not good enough, cupcake. You must use your words to answer questions,” Peyton said, his voice dropping even lower than it had been before.

  “Yes, Sir. I understand,” Sasha whispered.

  “Then do as you’re told,” Gavin said as he straightened and crossed thick arms over his chest.

  “Yes, Sir,” Sasha said softly.

  As she toed off her shoes, she wished she had put on prettier underwear. Hell, she wished she owned prettier underwear. Everything in her wardrobe was sturdy, functional, but hardly erection inspiring.

  Her fingers fumbled at the waistband of her jeans, but the button finally slipped through the hole. After easing the zipper down, she wiggled out of her jeans. She took her time folding them, but was unsure what to do with them until Peyton held out his hand. She handed them over and then hesitated a long moment before pulling her shirt over her head to expose her plain white bra and utilitarian white granny panties.

  Would they refuse her now that they had seen her ugly underwear?

  After folding the shirt, she laid it on top of her jeans. Wrapping her arms around her middle, she hoped to ease the nervous knot developing in her gut as the two men looked her up and down. They did not immediately demand she continue her striptease. Instead, they looked her up and down with unreadable expressions.

  Her eyes flitted from one to the other, waiting, expecting, almost hoping they would hand her clothes back and walk away. She was stunned when they both began to smile.

  Before either could speak, an arm slid between them holding a deep-blue scrap of silk and lace. “Excuse me, Sirs, but Mistress Jenna said you might need this as tonight is Lingerie Night.”

  The men shifted to the side, half-turning to acknowledge Antony. As Gavin took the whatever-it-was from the slave, Antony caught sight of her.

  “Damn girl, that is some fugly shit you’re wearing,” he blurted out. “We have got to go shopping and get you some appropriate club wear.”

  Her face burning with embarrassment, Sasha spun around and tried to become one with the corner. Though she did not see their reaction, she could tell by their voices that her two Doms were not pleased.

  “Tell your mistress we thank her for her thoughtfulness,” Gavin’s deep voice said.

  Then Peyton said, “Also tell her you that you insulted our sub and require attention for your loose lips.”

  “Yes, Sirs. I am so sorry. Please forgive me, Sirs.” Antony said, his voice growing softer as if he were quickly backing up.

  Sasha closed her eyes and rested her forehead against the walls, wondering if she would ever live down this night. Or if she would survive it. She jumped as a large hand slid under her bra strap. Two racing heartbeats later, the band loosened around her chest. Other hands brushed the straps off her shoulders and down her arms to where her elbows stopped their descent.

  “Turn around,” a deep voice whispered into her ear.

  She sucked a breath and froze as hot fingertips stroked up the backs of her arms and across the top of her shoulders. Her will was no longer her own but now belonged to these two men. Taking a deep breath, Sasha turned to face them but kept her focus far away from their faces.

  That allowed her to see both men had large, thick erections pushing at the front of their jeans. As she watched, Peyton’s twitched and seemed to grow even bigger. Gavin’s disappeared for a moment behind a hand that stroked it before shifting it to a more comfortable position. She closed her eyes and focused on keeping her own hands from touching nipples, clit, or cunt, all of which were demanding some serious attention.

  But even with her eyes closed, she could imagine what their cocks looked like. Her body responded to the mental vision with another gush of fluids from her pussy. Her already-soaked panties overflowed, and her juices began to run down her upper thighs.

  “Look up here, little lamb,” Gavin demanded in a gentle voice.

  Raising her gaze took effort, but she did it. When she licked her suddenly parched lips, both men groaned in response. “Yes, Sir?”

  “Finish. Once you’re dressed appropriately, we’ll go back inside and talk over a drink before we test out exactly how submissive you are,” Peyton said.

  Sasha’s fear had pulled so tight she heard it go sproing as it broke, flipping around and transforming into intense excitement about what was to come.

  * * * *

  Though Gavin had to agree with Antony that their little submissive’s bra and panties were fucking ugly, his cock did not give a shit. Her baggy clothes hid a lush, curvy body that was, to him, the perfect example of sexy femininity. By her response to undressing in public, she obviously did not agree. When she met his eyes, he saw arousal as well as a hunger for the knowledge he and Peyton were more than willing to share with her.

  He could not wait to test how submissive she really was, and how much pleasure they could give each other. Or would she call red during the challenge? From past experience, he and Peyton could become nearly insatiable, each feeding off the other’s need in a way that could keep them playing with a shared submissive for days. Or at least until the woman begged for a reprieve.

  Spending the evening confined to the main room of the club and not being able to fuck this cute little sub would be no problem for him. He knew Peyton would not mind either. There were lots of things to teach her about being submissive and gaining pleasure from just foreplay without having sex. Problem was, from her reactions so far, she would be hesitant to put on a show for anyone who might happen to stop and watch them. And he was not certain he wanted anyone to see her in action.

  With a deep breath, she dropped her bra to the floor then pushed her panties down over her hips until gravity took over and they hit the ground. He gasped as pre-cum spurted from the head of his cock as she straightened. She was perfect. Absolutely perfect.

  Her breasts were large and stood out proudly, almost too big for the rest of her full and curvy body. They were capped with soft pink areolas with erect, deeper rose-colored nipples that he could not wait to taste.

  Dropping his gaze, he saw a mat of fur covering her mound several shades darker than the strawberry-blond hair on her head. For a moment he debated whether he wanted to just trim that hair or shave her bald. He and Peyton would have to discuss that, if they decided to keep her for more than just the evening.

  Sliding a look to his left, he saw that Peyton was just as enthralled with the naked woman as he was. If she proved properly submissive and easily trained, maybe they had found the woman they had been looking for since they had moved back to New Bern three years earlier.

  The door to the parking lot opened, and several people walked in laughing about something. Suddenly he wanted her covered up so no one else could see what a prize he and Peyton had caught.

  “You’re beautiful, little lamb,” he said, looking deep into her eyes. “Now put this on.” He held out the slinky whatever-it-was that
Antony had brought them.

  She blinked and smiled in grateful response. “Thank you, Sir.”

  She took the silk and lace from his hand, and held it up between them as she tried to figure out what it was. It took a moment, but finally she slipped it over her head and smoothed it down her body to her mid-thighs. The slip chemise hugged her, lovingly clinging to her curves though it fit tighter across her chest. He had to swallow hard to keep from groaning in appreciation as she adjusted her breasts behind their lacy covering.

  Before Gavin could give in to a sudden urge to unzip and have her suck off his painfully hard cock, Peyton stepped in and took over.

  After handing their woman back her clothes, Peyton said, “After you pick up and fold the rest of your things, you will check them in under my name and then join us at the bar…if you are really interested in continuing. Otherwise you can go into the locker room, dress, and go home right now.”

  “Take your time and think about it,” Gavin said. “But don’t take too long, little one.”

  Chapter 4

  Sasha watched in wide-eyed silence as the two men turned and walked away. She continued watching until they entered the bar. Only then did she take a deep breath, which she held for several seconds before releasing it in a rush.

  They had given her an out and left the final decision in her hands. She could either turn her clothes over to the man behind the counter across the lobby, and join them for what would undoubtedly be an educational evening, or…

  The alternative of changing back into her own clothes and going home was not acceptable. She would never have an opportunity like this again. But was she brave enough?

  Her ex-husband had criticized, degraded, and verbally abused her during their entire three-year marriage. Over time, she had become convinced that she would never be good enough. How could she trust that these men, these two strangers, would not do the same thing?