Between Two Doms [Club of Dominance 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (3 page)

“The trousers, too.”

Master Turner’s voice drew her back to her task. She undid her slacks, lowered the zipper, and pushed them from her hips. The two men watching her inhaled audibly, almost gasping when her panties were revealed. The lacy panties were feminine and sexy and practically see-through. There wasn’t much to them since they were a thong. She only hoped that Master Turner didn’t ask her to turn around again. The last thing she wanted was for him and Master Barry to see the cellulite and dimples that graced her backside and legs.

“Remove your shoes and slacks, sub, and then come here.”

Thank God I wore my slip-on sandals. At least I won’t have to bend over and give them a sneak peek of my ass.
But then Charlie realized that she was going to have to bend over after all. She needed to pick her slacks up off the floor. Otherwise they would end up wrinkled. Charlie did a quick bend and scooped her pants up with more speed than grace and straightened so fast she stumbled. After regaining her balance, she folded them carefully, giving the task more concentration than was necessary and keeping her eyes away from the two men watching her.

“What have you brought for Charlene to wear, Master Barry?” Master Turner asked.

Master Barry was such a big brute of a man, with muscles upon muscles, and he was really tall, too. His presence was just as commanding as Master Turner’s and he was big all over.
Why do they both have to be Masters with that aura of self-confidence?
He was nearly as bad as Master Turner, not quite as domineering as the club owner, just a hell of a lot bigger.

Charlie clutched her pants to her chest and finally lifted her gaze. Both the Masters were perusing her nearly naked body. When Master Barry looked into her eyes, she felt as if she was drowning in those blue pools of his. She was aware that he had returned with a bundle of fabric that he now placed on the bar, but she couldn’t look away from his face. Master Barry came so close to her she could feel the heat emanating from his body.

“Give me your pants, sub.”

He held his hand out and waited. Charlie hesitantly gave him her slacks. She was hesitant because once he had them she wouldn’t be able to use them to shield her body from view anymore and she wouldn’t be able to put them back on whenever she wanted. Charlie followed him with her eyes as he placed her trousers on the top of the bar and then came back to her, once again.

“Take off your underwear, Charlene,” Master Turner demanded, and Master Barry held out his hand, waiting for her to comply.

Charlie gulped and mentally cursed that the action had been audible. The two men would know how nervous they made her. Reaching up with trembling hands, she unhooked her bra and continued shrugging until the straps on her shoulders fell down her arms. Cupping her hands over her lace-covered breasts, moving her arms and shoulders again until the straps were drooping just below her elbows, she drew another deep breath, gathering her courage to meet Master Barry’s eyes. Finally she removed her hands and let the bra fall. She caught one of the straps in her fingers and then passed it over to him.

“You are a good little sub, Charlene. Now lose the panties,” Master Turner commanded.

Charlie had never felt so vulnerable in her life, nor had vulnerability ever come with so much arousal. She didn’t understand why she was turned on by Master Turner and Master Barry giving her orders. Charlie was used to being dependent on only herself and she was a strong, opinionated woman. So why did these two men giving her orders and taking her choices away from her stir her dormant desires? But asking her to remove her panties was just too much for her.

She crossed her arms over her breasts, turned her head, and stared into Master Turner’s green eyes. “No.”

Master Turner stared at her long and hard, but this time Charlie vowed not to back down. She was going to redress and leave. Surely something else would come her way. Charlie didn’t care what she did to earn money. As long as she could pay her bills and put food in her stomach she was happy, but she had morals too, and she wasn’t about to circumvent her standards just for employment.

She turned back to Master Barry and snatched her bra from his hand. With quick efficiency she put her bra on and then skirted around him to the bar. She snatched her trousers from Master Barry’s hand and pulled them on and then her shirt. As she buttoned up her blouse she walked back to her sandals and slipped her feet into them. She had expected Master Turner to kick up a fuss when she denied his last request, but he sat on the stool watching her stoically.

Charlie placed the last button into the hole and tucked her shirt into her pants and then walked toward Master Turner.

“I had heard that you were a good boss to work for, but I guess the rumors aren’t true.”

“Don’t you think so?” Again Master Turner tilted his head slightly when he asked that question. He was studying her intently, as if he could see into her soul.

“I show up for an interview and you make me strip!”

“I told you that had nothing to do with the job.” His attention strayed to the papers on the bar. “In fact…” He fell silent.

“In fact what?”

“About your attire,” he said. Charlie realized he was changing the subject, but he pressed on before she could ask him what he’d been about to say. “All of my staff are expected to dress for the club. What you have on is fine for an office but not here.” He indicated the pile of clothing Master Barry had brought. “You would be expected to wear a bustier or corset and a skirt which stops at mid-thigh.”

“Isn’t that sexist? Don’t you know that you could be courting a lawsuit?”

“You read the club’s rules. Anyone who enters the club must read and sign the forms. If you agree to stay and work here you will have to agree to sign the papers, too. As you are aware, this is not a normal place to work in. If,” he added, “you still want to work here.”

Now that Charlie had had a moment for it all to sink in, she didn’t feel as annoyed with Master Turner ordering her to undress, nor did the crazy dress code bother her as much. The fact that her bosses would be so, well, bossy was more difficult to unpack. Though Master Turner had ordered her to undress, no one had fought her when she refused to take off her panties. They seemed to recognize that she had limits. Knowing that she could trust their restraint made her want to give up control to them. Was that crazy?

Master Turner had admitted he enjoyed being in charge and it turned him on. That made him a Dom. She’d been ordered around and it turned her on, which ought to make her a sub. But she wasn’t submissive.

Am I?

Turner eyed Charlene speculatively. This had to be the most interesting interview he’d conducted in his life, though he was no longer certain what he was interviewing Charlene for.
She looked at him with her pretty brown eyes, a frown forming in the middle of her forehead, and finally asked the question he had been waiting for.

“What were you trying to prove by making me strip? It doesn’t prove that I’m submissive.” She hastily added, “Which I’m not.”

“Aren’t you, Charlene?” Turner asked and stepped closer to her. He heard her indrawn breath, and when she would have stepped back, he reached out and clasped her wrist.

“So when I commanded you to remove your clothes, you didn’t become excited? Your nipples didn’t harden and your pussy didn’t become wet?”

Turner watched as she struggled to find a way to answer him, probably hoping to avoid the question. Charlene Seward wasn’t very tall, standing at around five foot three, but she was quite pretty. Her blonde wavy hair framed her heart-shaped face and hung loosely down around her shoulders. The body she tried to hide was voluptuous and curvy with just the right amount of padding so that a man wouldn’t be scared to give her some rough loving if he so desired. And desire her he did.

She was a natural submissive but she also had some backbone, which was just what he and Barry were looking for. They didn’t want a woman kowtowing to them, or a slave twenty-four seven. No, they wanted a woman who had a mind of her own, who could think for herself and stand up to them when pushed too far. But the bedroom was another story. The bedroom was where he and Barry would have total control.

He glanced toward Barry and could see his co-owner was just as enthralled with the little sub as he was. Barry, along with Master Tank, was part owner of Club of Dominance, but Barry didn’t like anybody knowing he was in partnership with him. Although Barry was just as domineering as he was, his longtime friend liked to keep his personal business just that, personal. Barry didn’t want to be known as an owner like Turner was. He had wanted to earn respect from the Doms and subs that used the club, rather than automatically receive it because of his position or wealth. That sort of thing had never bothered Turner, although after they had first started Club of Dominance and he had seen how in awe of him some or their members were, especially some of the subs, he could understand Barry’s reticence.

Turner had met Barry while they both worked for a security company and had become fast friends. They had known straight away that they were both dominant and had worked for another few years saving their hard-earned cash, with plans to one day open their own business. That dream had come to fruition ten years ago and neither of them had looked back since.

The club fulfilled the deep-seated desire they both craved for control and they were happy to have met so many nice people. They had made lifelong friends whom Turner knew he could call upon if the need ever arose, just as he and Barry expected them to call for help if they were in need.

But they needed a woman of their own. They had loved spending time with subs, training and disciplining them, but over the last twelve months they both had come to feel something was lacking. Turner had finally figured out that they were bored with different women and had stopped playing. Turner had just turned thirty-five and Barry was thirty-three. Both felt it was time that they started looking for a woman to settle down with. Someone they could both love and cherish and maybe start a family with.

Could Charlene be that woman?
If she decided to stay and tend bar, he and Barry were going to want to explore her submissive side. She was a beautiful woman and he wanted to be able to act on the attraction he felt for her. He wasn’t sure he wanted her as an employee though. Much though they needed a bartender, and as well qualified as Charlene was, it would only muddy the waters if she worked for them.

When she opened her mouth to finally answer him, Turner cut her off. “Don’t try and lie to me, Charlene. I know an aroused woman when I see one.”

“Just because my body reacted doesn’t mean I’m submissive. You and Barry are very handsome, muscular men. What woman wouldn’t be a little turned on by such masculinity?”

Turner hid the smile trying to form on his mouth and stepped away from her again. He nodded to Barry to do the same and they both sat on the barstools once more.

“Come here, Charlene,” Barry instructed and pointed to the spot between his spread thighs.

Charlene moved immediately and then scowled up at Barry when she realized what she had done.

“You are definitely a sub, baby.” Barry reached up and threaded his fingers through Charlene’s hair, tilting her head back and fisting her tresses in a firm grip. “Just look at the way you respond to my commands. Look at the way your body reacts.”

Turner studied her body’s reaction. Her nipples were hard little points, visible beneath the material of her shirt, and she pressed her thighs together as if trying to relieve the ache between her legs. Blood rushed to her face and tinted the skin on her cheeks a pink hue. When Barry lowered his head toward her, bringing his lips closer to hers, Charlene’s parted as if waiting for his kiss. Her breath panted from between those lush cupid bows and her eyelids began to slide closed.

Oh yes, she was absolutely perfect, and if she stayed he and Barry were going to do their damnedest to get her into their bed. But first they would need to introduce her to their dominant side. There was no way in hell he was going to deceive her. She needed to know up front who and what she was dealing with.

Barry finally brushed his lips over hers and Turner heard the small feminine whimper she tried to hold back, but she didn’t stand a chance against two very experienced Doms. His friend deepened the kiss and opened his mouth over hers, bringing his tongue into play. Turner watched their tongues dancing and tangling together, and the sexual tension in the room was so thick he could virtually see it. Watching Barry have his first taste of Charlene made his cock fill rapidly with blood until it was so engorged it was painful. His balls were aching and hard, wanting release so bad he was afraid for the first time in years that he might come in his pants.

Barry gripped Charlene’s hips and slowly walked her toward Turner while keeping her mouth occupied. When her back bumped against Turner’s knee, his friend finally slowed the kiss and then stopped. Charlene was panting for breath, as was Barry.

Normally Turner was the type of man who took what he wanted and damn the consequences, but this time he was going to have to be careful not to push their little sub too far or they would send her running. Turner knew that, if she would allow it, the three of them could have something very special. But as with all good things, they were going to have to work for what they wanted.