Two Sirs for Sasha [Club Esoteria 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (10 page)

“Don’t try. Do.” Gavin growled in her ear as the fur covering his chest brushed over her back.

She shifted, arching her back, and sending more shivers through her. He pushed down on her then eased his hips back until only the head remained inside her pussy. Pausing for several seconds like that, he then pushed forward again and filled her, keeping his movements much too slow for Sasha’s taste. She needed him to move faster and harder.

Needing a distraction from the growing ache in her clit, Sasha opened her mouth and stretched forward, taking as much of Peyton’s shaft in her mouth as she could. Then she began to bob up and down with her tongue swirling against the shaft and batting at the head with each pass.

Peyton’s hands continued to stroke over her back and shoulders. His touch eased the knotted muscles along her spine that working on her feet all day and stress gave her. Gavin continued to hold her hips, his fingers pressing firmly into the flesh as he began to slide in and out at an ever-increasing rate. She gasped for breath around Peyton’s shaft even as she fought to keep her own arousal from peaking too soon.

Fingers wrapped around the back of her skull and held it steady. Then Peyton’s hips began to buck off the table, pushing more and more of his length into her mouth. Her thoughts divided as the men rocked her back and forth from one cock to the other. She felt Gavin’s finger slowing, drilling deeper into her ass. She squeezed her pussy muscles around Gavin’s cock as she sucked harder on Peyton’s, hoping to drive them over the peak of their orgasm before her own erupted.

When the men began to make dark sounds and panting as they fucked her mouth and pussy faster and faster, Sasha thought she might just be able to hold back on coming until they did. Then Gavin surprised her by pulling the single digit from her ass and replacing it with two, which he slid full length into her on the first stroke.

Without warning, Sasha’s orgasm erupted. There was no time to beg for permission as she screamed around the cock in her mouth while slamming her body back onto Gavin’s. Peyton’s hands tightened their hold on her scalp as he joined her a few seconds later. He howled as he filled her mouth with his seed. Gavin thrust even deeper and harder twice more before roaring with his own release.

As her orgasm retreated, strength left her. Sasha leaned her head and one shoulder against Peyton’s thigh but did not release his cock. She liked the taste of his cream and the feel of his cock as it slowly softened.

Gavin collapsed, falling down to rest heavily on top of her, gasping for breath as if he had just run a thirty-second mile. She sighed and relished his comfortable weight as her body went numb from the shoulders down.

She still could not feel her toes when Gavin lifted from her back and slowly pulled his cock from her pussy. “Peyton, I didn’t give our pet permission to come, did you?”

“No, Gavin, I didn’t. Our cupcake was a naughty girl. Especially after I had just explained the rules to her.” Peyton eased his softening cock from her mouth and shifted back on the table. “But her punishment and the rest of this lesson will have to wait until tomorrow night.”

“Mmmm, sounds good to me,” Gavin said. “What do you say to that, little one?”

Sasha wobbled as she tried to stand up. Her stomach knotted with both excitement and nerves as she thought about returning to the club. Then she remembered the reason she had left abruptly the previously week. Those two bitches who had called her a cow and insulted her Sirs. But maybe if she stayed close to her men they would leave her alone.

Smiling shyly, she turned to face them, keeping one hand on the table to maintain her balance. “I think I’d like that, Sirs.”

Gavin looked from the clock on his truck’s dashboard to Peyton, who lounged in the passenger’s seat like they had all the time in the world. “Why are we driving around the block again? Sasha will be waiting.”

As Peyton opened his mouth to answer, the phone on his belt chirped. The fact he was wearing the phone to the club was strange enough, but when he immediately grabbed it and answered, Gavin knew something was going on.

“Antony? She’s there? Good. Have her assume the kneeling position in the corner of the lobby and wait there for us. Yes, I know. We’re on our way, but don’t tell her that. Thanks.”

Gavin’s frown deepened. “Mind letting me in on whatever the fuck it is that’s going on?”

Peyton did not answer until he had returned his phone to his belt. “A lesson in patience for our pretty Sasha that will carry into one on controlling her orgasm a little later tonight.”

“We’re also going to trim her tonight, aren’t we?” Gavin asked as he pulled into the club and stopped.

Rolling down his window, he gave his name to the security guard protecting the parking lot’s entrance. The guard did not even check his list, but waved them through. Not only were they regulars, as owners of the security company protecting the club, they had hired most of the staff.

Gavin parked along the side fence and climbed out. Peyton grabbed a duffle bag from the backseat. When Gavin started to hurry to the club’s entrance, Peyton grabbed his arm.

“Slow down. She’s not going anywhere.”

Gavin took a deep breath and nodded. As they crossed the parking lot, he once again was amazed at the benign outward appearance of the BDSM club.

Club Esoteria was housed in a turn-of-the-century, four-story brick warehouse that looked much like any of the other older warehouses in town. Taurus and Jenna had renovated this one with new windows and painted the red bricks a sedate medium tan. The big difference that made this one stand out from the other clubs in town was its fenced and security-guarded parking lot. Only the city’s outdoor storage facility had a more elaborate fencing system.

There was not even a billboard announcing to the world what kind of business was conducted inside. In fact, there were no signs of any kind, except on the side of the mailbox where the words “Club Esoteria” and the street address had been painted in a rather bland script.

When they reached the front glass double-doors, Gavin hesitated and looked at Peyton. “Loving or strict tonight?”

His friend smiled. “Both, by turns and as needed.”

“Uh-huh. Guess I’ll just follow your lead.”

Peyton grinned. “Good idea. First we check in and deal with her paperwork, and then we collect our little pet.”

“Sounds good,” Gavin said, reaching for the door. “And we’ll decide by the end of the evening?”

Peyton nodded his agreement then opened the door and walked past him into the club’s lobby. Gavin followed. Once inside, his gaze immediately went to the corner where their little subbie waited, kneeling in the position they had taught her last week. A pair of shoes and a small purse sat on the floor next to her.

She wore a blue jumper that looked several sizes too big. The dress hung on her, hiding all her bits and pieces while hinting at the luscious curves of her body. He wondered if it had been her or Antony who tucked the front down between her widespread thighs. His cock throbbed at the sight of her sitting there waiting for them.

Her head was cocked forward and she stared at the floor just in front of her knees so he could not see her pretty face. Antony had probably told her not to look at the guests as they came into the lobby. He would have to thank the slave later for protecting their pet.

One of the stricter Doms might have taken offense at her following their rule of looking people in the eye. Then Gavin would have to kick some ass, and that was the last thing he had planned for tonight. Tonight was about teaching their little pet some more about their likes and dislikes and making sure that they were all on the same page before they proposed a triad relationship outside the club walls.

He grunted when Peyton elbowed him in the ribs to get his attention. Turning, he pulled Sasha’s paperwork from the back pocket of his jeans and handed it to the woman working the front counter.

She checked it over and then filed it before motioning toward their pet in the corner. “She’s all yours,” she said soft enough that Gavin doubted Sasha heard.

Both men nodded before turning their attention to their little submissive.

Gavin motioned for Peyton to go ahead, content to follow his best friend and partner’s lead for now. When the time was right, he would take the reins in guiding their new pet through her paces. For though she did not know it yet, he and Peyton had already discussed and decided they were ready to take her home and keep her forever.

* * * *

Anticipation and fear swirled through Sasha as she waited. She had walked through the front door at exactly nine o’clock and was somewhat dismayed to find that neither Sir was there waiting for her. After the previous afternoon’s adventure, she expected them to be here already.

Instead, Antony met her just inside the door. He was dressed in a pair of tight-fitting orange boxers tonight with a leather harness strapped around his chest and shoulders. Taking her hand, he led her to a quiet corner.

“Your Sirs want you to kneel here and wait. I would recommend you keep your head down and not speak to anyone other than them,” he said. “Oh, and take off your shoes. Submissives are not allowed to wear shoes in the club.”

Sasha nodded, unable to speak. After taking off her shoes, she knelt and assumed the position she had learned the previous week. When she saw how spreading her thighs also lifted her dress, which allowed a breeze to brush over her pussy, she lifted up and rearranged her dress so the front draped down between her legs.

Feeling a bit less exposed, she placed her hands behind her back, dropped her head so she stared at her knees, and settled in to wait.

She heard the door open, felt the evening air waft past her, heard soft conversations as she waited. Her stomach knotted when someone walked toward her, then relaxed as they continued into the locker room.

Though she was sitting in a relatively comfortable position, she began to worry that Antony was wrong and Gavin and Peyton would not show up. Then what would she do? Gavin had her medical forms.

She heard the door open for what had to be the twentieth time, but by then she had almost grown used to being the ignored human sitting in the corner. This time, instead of passing by, they stopped in front of her. Glancing up from her study of the carpet between her legs, Sasha found four large black work boots standing just inches from her.

Not sure if these two men were her Sirs and not wanting to piss anyone off, Sasha took a deep breath and fought the need to look up and check them out.

“Eyes up here, cupcake,” Peyton’s deep voice ordered in a gentle tone.

Lifting her head, Sasha looked up from one Sir to the other. Their expressions were blank, as if they had yet to decide if her being here was a good thing or not.

She licked her lips and swallowed hard before whispering, “Good evening, Sirs.”

“Good evening, pet. Why were you looking at the floor? Did we not tell you to keep your head up at all times?” Gavin asked.

“Yes, Sir, you did, but Antony felt it would be better if I looked down. That way none of the other Doms would be offended,” she said, her pussy clenching so hard her thighs were involved.

“Hmmm, yes, he was probably right. Well, enough sitting out here on display. Take your things and check them in then join us at the bar. We have a punishment to get out of the way before we can start to play,” Gavin said with a wink and a grin that took Sasha’s breath away.

“Yes, Sir.”

Sasha scrambled to her feet and hurried to carry out the orders. Since Peyton had dropped her off at her apartment the day before, she had been on edge and growing more so with each hour that passed. She could not wait to be with her men again to finish the testing they seemed to feel so necessary for the future of their relationship. She, on the other hand, was ready to claim them both as her own and to hell with what anyone else thought.

Once she joined them, Peyton leaned over the bar and spoke to the bartender, who handed him a key. Then he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and guided her toward the staircase that led to the second-floor balcony.

“Now that your paperwork is in and you’re a member, we can take advantage of the private rooms,” he explained. “Or do you want to stay down here and continue as we had last week?”

“No!” she exclaimed so fast that both men chuckled.

“Well, if you’re sure, little lamb,” Gavin said, his hand sliding down her spine to pat her ass through the denim of her jumper.

“Oh, and cupcake?”

“Yes, Sir?”

“You are still going to be punished for your misdeeds even though you have pleased me greatly by arriving on time and dressing as I had instructed,” Peyton said before adding, “You did dress exactly as I had asked, didn’t you?”

“Of course, Sir. How else would I dress?”

As they started up the stairs, Gavin dropped back. She hesitated when a hand ran up the outside of her thigh as high as her waist then stroked across her ass cheeks before pinching her left one to get her moving up the stairs again. “Oh, she’s a very good girl and dressed exactly how we like our pets.”

Peyton murmured his approval as they stepped onto the balcony.

Though a little afraid of what was to come, Sasha did not hesitate when Peyton stopped and unlocked the first door they came to. As soon as it swung open, she tried to step inside, but Peyton’s hand tightened on her shoulder, holding her in place beside him. He then turned her around so that her back was to the open doorway and she was looking into the faces of two very serious Doms.