Between Two Doms [Club of Dominance 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (4 page)

He watched her in the mirror behind and off the side of the bar, which gave him a great view of her face, since her back was to him. Charlene reached up and touched the tips of her fingers to her lips and stared at Barry as if he had two heads. Turner would have loved to know what was going through her pretty little head right at that moment. When she moved again and bumped into his knee, she seemed to remember that he was there watching.
Was she so wrapped up in Barry she forgot about me?

“Sorry,” she mumbled and tried to step around him.

Turner wasn’t going to allow that. He wanted a taste of that sweet mouth, too. Leaning close, he wrapped and arm around her middle and lifted her from the floor. She gave a squeak of startled surprise which immediately stopped when he plopped her ass down on his lap. He shifted her so that she was sitting across him with both her legs dangling over one of his. His arm still around her waist to prevent her from moving, he slid a hand beneath her hair to cup the back of her neck.

“What are you—”

Turner slammed his mouth over hers, cutting her off. He groaned at the first contact of their lips and sweetness of her mouth. She tasted so damn fresh and innocent. He knew he would never get enough. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and swept it around, tasting everything she had to give. Removing his hands from her middle and neck, he smoothed them down her arms and brought her wrists together behind her back. He gently shackled them into one of his large hands and gripped her hip with the other. She moaned into his mouth and arched her chest forward until her breasts were pillowed against his chest.

Oh yes! Abso-fucking-lutely perfect.

Turner wound the kiss down and then sipped at her lips a few times until she gave a breathy sigh and he lifted his head. Her eyes were glazed with passion, her eyelids heavy as if weighted, and her cheeks flushed. Yes, she was definitely worth pursuing. He gently released her wrists and rubbed his hands up and down her arms.

Charlene stiffened in his arms and sat straighter on his lap. She placed her palms against his chest and pushed. Turner let her go and didn’t try to stop her when she slid off his legs. She stumbled slightly as her feet landed on the ground, and Barry quickly reached out to steady her. She spun away from his touch and walked a few steps from the bar, putting a little distance between them before turning back to glare at both of them.

She crossed her arms over her chest defensively but contradicted that action by thrusting her beautiful little chin in the air and scowling.

“Why the hell did you do that?”

“Because you are so damn sexy and we couldn’t resist,” Barry answered with a smile and then winked, which only made her scowl all the more.

“Are you playing with me?”

“No,” Turner replied, drawing her attention. “You are an innate submissive, Charlene, and such a stunning woman. What dominant man could resist taking a taste of those sweet lips?”

Charlene didn’t seem to have anything to say to that.

“Do you want the job, Charlene?”

Her scowl faded and Turner could see her weighing the pros and cons.

“Yes, I want the job,” she said, and then held up a finger when Turner was about to speak. “But I don’t want any man coming on to me or groping me. I just left one asshole of a boss because he couldn’t keep his hands to himself. I don’t need to jump from the frying pan into the fire. Did you expect me to put out just to secure this job?”

“No!” He and Barry immediately answered her question with a yell.

“Rest assured that we will
never
allow anyone to touch you, Charlene.”

“Anyone? Even you?”

He tapped the paperwork still lying on the bar. “If it were up to me, I’d rip all this up before I could sign it.”

“I thought you were offering me the job,” she squeaked. Though she looked hurt, she didn’t seem surprised.

Oh, baby. You don’t have much faith in yourself, do you?

“We are,” Barry rushed to assure her. “But there’s something we want more.”

He paused and met Turner’s eye. Turner gave a tiny nod. As usual, he and his friend were on the same wavelength.

“We want to help you explore your submissive side,” Barry said to Charlie. “This is something separate from your work for us. It’s something for you.”

“We would never force you to do anything you don’t want to do.” Turner wondered if she would pick up on his play on words.
But that doesn’t mean we won’t explore your wants and needs and your submissive tendencies. We will give you what you need, Charlene. Not just what you think you want.

She stared at him with a frown and nibbled on her lip. What he’d said he’d meant, but he knew how to read a woman and knew when she wanted to be touched. He intended to push her boundaries and see how far she would let them lead her. Turner couldn’t wait to begin courting her. And if she agreed to play, he and Barry were going to introduce her to the lifestyle of Dominants and submissives.

Now to see if she agrees.

“What would I have to do?” she asked in a small voice. “You wouldn’t…I mean, you wouldn’t hurt me, would you?”

“Never,” Barry assured her.

“Club of Dominance is orientated toward the D/s part of BDSM,” Turner said. “I have no interest in the sadomasochistic side of the lifestyle and I don’t allow that sort of thing in his club. Barry and I are into bondage, spanking, light whipping, and sex toys. I allow wax play and cupping, but there is never to be any real hard pain in my club.”

He’d watched Charlie’s eyes widen as he explained. “I don’t know what…”

“Don’t worry about it. Choosing the type of play is our job,” Barry said.

“You don’t have to worry about other Doms here, either,” Turner said. “This is an informal agreement, but it’s an exclusive one. You may be asked to help other Doms by handing over their equipment, which we would allow, and we expect you to answer and obey those demands with respect. But rest assured that no sexual demands will be made from other Dominants. That will be an exclusivity only Master Barry and I will have.”

He could imagine the kind of fears rolling through Charlie’s mind, but he was particular about behavior in his club. If any of the visiting Doms pushed beyond his rules, then they were banned. They all had to read the club rules and sign the consent forms to show they understood his policies. He had dungeon monitors in the club all night every night observing scenes for the protection of the subs. The monitors were usually Doms themselves and had learned to read if a sub was into a scene or not, and they would stop the action immediately if the sub were in danger.

That went for the Doms as well. The monitors would step in if a sub was topping from the bottom, and either take over the play or send another more experienced Dom into the scene. Subs had to learn that they weren’t in control, since the reason they attended his venue was to give up their power, so Turner made sure their desires were met.

Of course, now Charlene knew these rules, too, but she had yet to sign the forms or agree to their proposal. If she worked for them but wouldn’t play with them, Turner would have to undergo the torture of working beside her without touching her. Just as bad, Charlie might never learn what pleasure her body was capable of giving her in skilled hands like his and Barry’s.

She was biting her lip again as she contemplated the suggestion. “So if it doesn’t work out, I won’t have to quit, right?”

“Not at all,” Turner said. “The job is separate from whatever the three of us agree to.”

She took a fortifying breath and nodded firmly. “Okay. I want to…I want to try. And I want the job.”

Barry picked up the papers Charlene had left on the bar and turned back toward her. “Sign these, baby.”

Charlene took a hesitant step forward and then pushed her shoulders back and walked with gracefully casual calm. Turner doubted that was what she felt though. He saw all the signs she was trying to hide. Her mouth was pulled tight and her shoulders were too tense, but she picked up the pen lying on the bar, snatched the papers from Barry, and signed on the dotted line.

“Good.” The tension drained from Turner’s muscles. Until she signed those papers he still hadn’t been too sure she would accept the job. He picked up the skirt and corset Barry had retrieved from the closet where he kept spare clothes. “I want you back here at seven sharp tomorrow night dressed in this outfit. You may wear a coat for protection from the cold, but when you enter the club, you are to leave it with the receptionist, who will hang it in the closet for you. You will be working with Barry until you become comfortable with where everything is.”

And so no other Doms can lure you away.

Turner knew that the other men were going to be intrigued by her. Charlene was a paradox. One minute she was feisty and the next sweet and innocent, and as far as Turner could see it wasn’t an act. He couldn’t wait to unravel her layers and find out who the real woman was and what made her tick.

Charlene held up the skirt and then the corset and eyed them with wide eyes. She glanced toward him and then blushed when she caught him watching her. She was definitely shy. He wondered if she would have a problem displaying her body in public. From what he had seen earlier he thought she would, but he’d also seen the pulse beating hard and fast at the base of her throat. Even though she had been nervous and a little intimidated by him and Barry, she had also been very aroused.
Turner
decided to push her a little more.

“And, Charlene, as my submissive, you aren’t to wear panties or a bra.”

Charlene’s shocked little gasp amused him greatly. After a moment of silence, she finally lowered the outfit and let it dangle from one hand as she looked at him and then Barry. “Fine, I’ll wear your stupid outfit.”

Turner bit his tongue to hide his smile. Her statement had been said with resignation, but there was a definite sparkle in her eyes. It looked like their little sub was excited about wearing such different clothes. He wondered why she tried to hide such a beautiful curvy body. When he and Barry were closer to her, he intended to take her shopping. There would be no shapeless shirts or slacks for her. No, he would make sure she had feminine things which showcased her stunning voluptuous figure. He glanced toward his friend and saw the glimmer of humor in his eyes, too. They were always attuned to each other, so he knew that Barry had caught on to the excitement she had shown. Showing her how sexy she was and how much gratification they could give her was going to be a pleasure.

Charlene turned away from them and walked toward the double doors leading to the hallway. Barry gave him a wink as Turner turned to follow her. He moved around her quickly and opened the doors for her and then gestured for her to precede him. Biting back another smile at her harrumph, he walked at her side until they were at the entrance.

Turner took her hand in his and held it much longer than necessary and watched as goose bumps raced up her arm.
Oh yes, little sub, you are definitely feeling the attraction. I can’t wait to tap into all the passion and set it free.

“It was nice meeting you, Charlene. Drive carefully and we’ll see you tomorrow night.” Turner opened the door.

Charlene snatched her hand from his, gave him one more glare, and hurried down the steps to her car. As she got into the driver’s seat and drove away, she gave him surreptitious glances.

He went back inside to speak with Barry. They had some planning to do, and although they would have to take care not to push little Charlene Seward too far, push her they would.

Barry was waiting for him and gave him a smile. “She could be the one, couldn’t she?”

“Yes, I think she just might be.”

“You know she’s going to fight us every step of the way.” Barry’s smile widened.

“Yes, I think she’ll lead us on a merry chase.” Turner smiled, too. “Little Miss Charlene doesn’t even know how submissive she is.”

“Yeah, I got that. We’ve planted the seed though. Want to place a wager that she comes in here tomorrow tired after a sleepless night?”

“You know I don’t gamble, Barry. Besides, that’s a no-brainer. I don’t place bets when I know the outcome.”

“Man, I’m as hard as steel right now,” Barry groaned and shifted on his seat. “I don’t know how I’m gonna get through tonight without her here. God, some of the subs who attend the club are so damn needy, they’re more like slaves. Not that there is anything wrong with that, but that’s not what I’m looking for. I just wish they didn’t come after you and me so much. I’m getting sick of being alone though, Turner. We need to convince Charlie we are what she needs.”

“I agree with you, Barry. I like her nickname and nearly slipped up by calling her that a few times, but I just couldn’t help myself when she practically demanded we call her by it.”

“Shit, it is going to be a long thirty-odd hours.”

“Yes it is, my friend. But as the saying goes, ‘patience is a virtue.’”

“Yeah, but I don’t like her not being here where we can keep an eye on her. If she was here under our protection I could be as patient as a snail, but since she’s not I’m on damned pins.”

“As am I, Barry.” Turner sighed and slapped his friend on the shoulder. “Let’s get to work. If we keep ourselves occupied then the time will go faster.”