Two Sirs for Sasha [Club Esoteria 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (2 page)

Sasha was so lost in thought that when a large, warm hand slid around the back of her neck, she jumped and squeaked in surprise. Her breathing was coming way too fast, and though she was pretty sure she would not like whatever he was about to do to her, she did not fight him.

Her head still bent, she watched his other hand come up between them and cup her chin. He lifted her head until it tilted back on her neck and she was looking up more than half a foot into his pale-blue eyes. Only this time they were deep and warm as the North Carolina sky on a clear spring day.

He looked interested. Very interested. In a way that had Sasha shifting where she stood, rubbing her thighs together to put almost the right amount of pressure on the perfect spot on her clit. For the first time ever she was racing toward an orgasm without the assistance of toys, fingers, or large amounts of alcohol.

“You’re too innocent looking to come up with that advertisement all by yourself. Who put you up to this?” he asked, leaning closer in a way that was surprisingly nonthreatening considering the situation.

Moving both hands to her shoulders, he closed the inches between them and kissed her. With the first brush of his lips over hers, Sasha thought she felt something broken in her spirit heal. She had never been daring when it came to sex and men before and was not sure where the bravery came from to talk Antony into helping her write up the notice of what she was looking for in not only a man, but also a Dom.

Feeling aggressive and needing more, she parted her lips under his, extended her tongue, and stroked it across his lower lip. Never before had she been this bold, but liked the thrill it sent through her sex. From the hitch in the man’s breathing, he apparently felt something as well.

Tilting her head a little more, she traced the seam of his lips, needing to taste and explore. He opened his mouth, and his tongue greeted hers. They danced from his mouth to hers and back again, tasting, teasing, testing, but then he took control and guided their oral mating. As the kiss heated up, his hands eased their way down her spine to cover and massage the cheeks of her ass, lifting her pelvis into his. She gasped into his mouth when she felt a long, thick, hard cock.

If he had said the word, she would have allowed him to do anything he wanted to her right there in the men’s room. Instead, she jumped and bit her own tongue when the door slammed into the wall as someone pushed through it.

“Peyton, what the hell’s keeping you? I’m starving,” a rough, smoke-and-whiskey voice grumbled.

Though the woman in his arms stiffened and tried to pull away, Peyton Davenport shifted his hands to hold her securely as he continued tasting the most luscious mouth he had seen in ages. His cock throbbed and wanted to do more than just kiss this woman who was apparently looking for a Dom to call her own.

After another minute, he lifted his head and looked over his shoulder at the intruder. Like him, Gavin Wellons, his partner in business and more, was tall, built, and dominant. If either of them had swung that way, he was certain they would get along well in bed as well, but they both were straight arrows, preferring women as their sexual partners. The same woman, when they could find one willing to take on two very dominant men.

Like him, Gavin was dressed for an evening of fun and games Club Esoteria–style in tight-fitting jeans and a black leather vest. Since their meeting with the club owners had ended early, they planned to go out for dinner before returning in the hopes of meeting a submissive woman to share the evening with.

Peyton turned so his best friend and business partner could see the woman in his arms.

His friend’s eyes widened, and he smiled with interest. “Well, hello there. Do you know you’re in the wrong room? The ladies’ is next door.”

“She’s not here to use the facilities, Gavin. I caught her posting a notice on the wall,” Peyton answered, turning back to look again at the silent woman who remained motionless in his arms.

“What kind of notice?”

“The kind that would get her in a lot of trouble if the wrong man saw it. Thankfully I got here first.”

“She looks sweet enough to eat,” Gavin said. “What are you going to do with her?”

Peyton nodded in agreement. She was indeed sweet enough to eat. And would be a pleasure to dominate, that is, if she was serious about the notice she had just posted. “I think maybe you and I should give her a few lessons in being careful about what you ask for,” he answered.

“What’s she asking for?”

He watched her eyes grow wide as he pulled her “Dom Wanted” sign from his pocket and passed it to his friend. The other man unfolded it, read it, then refolded it and slid it into his own back pocket. He then looked Sasha up and down with a different, darker light in his eyes.

“I think you’re right. We are just the men she’s looking for. That is, if you’re interested?”

Peyton slid his hands down her arms, then shifted his hold to her hips before stroking his way up her sides until his palms were cupping the sides of her breasts. “Before we decide anything, we need to talk to Jenna and get her okay on us taking this sweet thing under our command. Apparently Antony is somehow involved.”

The woman opened her mouth as if planning to argue. Peyton raised one eyebrow at her, and she snapped it shut without making a sound. Maybe Jenna would want to hear her explanation, but he was more interested in seeing what she was hiding under her baggy clothes.

“If Jenna doesn’t know about this, sounds like Antony’s going to get punished,” Gavin said with a dark chuckle before stepping up to stand next to Peyton and pinning her with his holly-green eyes. “What’s your name, little one?”

* * * *

It took a moment for Sasha to realize someone had asked her a question. Her body was reacting so strongly to their voices her erect nipples, wet pussy, and throbbing clit distracted her.

When a hand came up and tapped the tip of her nose, she blinked and refocused on the two men who were staring at her, obviously waiting for an answer.

“I’m sorry, what did you ask?”

“What’s your name, little one?”

“Sasha McCoy,” she answered without thinking.

“I’m Gavin Wellons, and this is Peyton Davenport. You may call us Sir or Master Gavin and Master Peyton,” the newcomer instructed.

“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.”