Between Two Doms [Club of Dominance 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)
Club of Dominance 1
Between Two Doms
When she is ordered by two sexy Doms to strip at a job interview at a BDSM club, Charlene "Charlie" Seward isn't sure what she has gotten herself into. After revealing almost all of her body to the two men, she balks and wonders if this is the right job for her.
The club owner, Master Turner Pike, and his friend Master Barry Winston are the most dominant, handsome, masculine men Charlie has ever encountered. Unbeknownst to her, Charlie is a natural submissive and the two men pick up on those personality characteristics right away. They want to explore a relationship with the sexy, voluptuous little sub.
Just when things seem to be looking up for the three and their relationship is heading in a positive direction, danger is lurking in the shadows. Malevolence comes calling to Charlie’s doorstep, and it’s a race against time for the two Doms to save her.
Will they get to her in time?
Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre
Length: 40,360 words
BETWEEN TWO DOMS
Club of Dominance 1
Becca Van
MENAGE EVERLASTING
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BETWEEN TWO DOMS
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BETWEEN TWO DOMS
Club of Dominance 1
BECCA VAN
Copyright © 2013
Chapter One
Charlene “Charlie” Seward stared at the large, brick, old-world, gothic-style building as she leaned against the side of her car, and she took a deep, steadying breath. She rubbed her sweaty palms down the sides of her black dress slacks and tried to calm her nerves.
You can do this, Charlie. You need this job. Does it really matter that you will be tending bar in a place like this?
With one final look down at her freshly ironed white blouse, she pushed off from her car and took the first step leading to the large, ornate wooden front doors. She gave a nervous smile when she noted the unique door knocker which look liked two whips intertwined with a cross of some sort in the middle, and prayed she was doing the right thing. Taking another fortifying breath, she grabbed the tail end of the wrought iron whip and knocked.
The sound of heavy footsteps approached from the other side of the door, and one of the doors was pulled open. The man standing at the entrance was tall and large, really tall and really large. And really sexy. Get a grip, Charlie.
“Um, hi.” She shifted nervously and then offered her hand. “I’m Charlene Seward and I have a job interview with Mr. Pike.”
“I’m Master Barry Winston.” He took her hand but instead of shaking it just held it and studied her intently. He must have found whatever he was looking for because he smiled slightly and released her hand and then stepped back. “If you would come this way, Charlene.”
Charlie followed him and felt trepidation crawl up over her body causing goose bumps to erupt over her skin. Club of Dominance was obviously very lucrative. The floor of the entrance was black marble, and the reception desk was set up with all the latest equipment. There were cameras on the ceiling and walls at intervals, and the hall was at least ten yards long. There were several doors along the hall, and another set of ornate double gothic doors stood closed at the other end to the hallway. Master Barry paused with his hand on the door and looked back at her over his shoulder with a grin, and then he opened the doors and stepped through.
The room he led her into was huge. The gleam of polished mahogany drew her eyes to the bar off to the far side of the room, and then she scanned the interior. There was a small dance floor in the middle of the large room and lots of small sitting areas with a two-seater sofas and armchairs to complete the arrangements. Each sitting area had potted plants and screens on two sides, creating a more intimate setting than actually was. The carpet beneath her feet was a deep rose color and very plush. Her shoes sank into it, and she wondered what it would feel like beneath her bare feet. She noticed there were open doorways and glass walls along one side of the great room, and she wondered what those rooms harbored. At the end of that long glass wall, there was another exit, which had a keypad on the wall to the side of it. Maybe the entrance to Mr. Pike’s private rooms, she speculated.
Master Barry led her across to the bar, and it was only when she was a few feet away that she saw the dark-haired man sitting on one of the barstools at the far end. His hair gleamed healthily under the muted lighting and was long enough to be tied back. As he picked up a mug and sipped, his bicep bulged and rippled beneath the tight sleeve of his black cotton T-shirt. Charlie gulped as she took in his very muscular body. His legs were encased in tight black jeans, and he had such an air of confidence surrounding him, she felt intimidated. She met his piercing green gaze, and sh
e quickly lowered her eyes to the floor.
“Boss,” Master Barry said, “this is Charlene Seward. Charlene, this is Master Turner Pike, the owner and founder of the club.”
Charlie took the two steps forward that would bring her closer to the intimidating owner and offered her hand. “I’m pleased to meet you Mis—Master Pike.”
As Master Pike took her hand in his, he slid from his stool and rose to his feet. Charlie gulped and tried to step back, but the grip on her hand tightened slightly.
“The pleasure is mine, Charlene. And call me Master Turner or Sir.” Master Turner’s voice was a deep, gravelly bass and caused shivers to dance up her spine.
“Charlie,” she stated, and cursed the higher pitch of her voice.
“Pardon?” Master Turner questioned.
“M–Most people call me Charlie.”
“I’m not most people,” Master Turner said in a confident voice and finally released her hand.
Charlie sighed with relief and finally looked back up into his face. If she hadn’t seen the amusement in his eyes, she would have turned tail and run. Master Turner had obviously perfected keeping his face a mask of expressionless granite, and even though the man wasn’t classically handsome, he was very good looking in his own right. His jaw was firm and slightly scruffy with the shadow of bristles, which only added to his ruggedly masculine appeal. He had a commanding presence. Charlie knew that even if he hadn’t been ripped with muscle and a few inches over six feet, his confident air would have still drawn her to him.
“Take a seat, Charlene,” Master Turner said firmly.
As she took her seat at the bar, Master Barry moved around to the other side and leaned a hip on the wooden edge.
“Would you like a drink, Charlene?” Master Barry drew her eyes.
He was just as intimidating as Master Turner if not more so. Master Barry had to be six foot five and he literally bulged with muscle. His light sandy-colored hair was cropped almost military short, and blue eyes pinned her in place.
“Water would be nice, thank you.”
Master Barry must have liked her choice of drink because he smiled at her and winked then set about getting her a bottle of water. He was also wearing a close-fitting black T-shirt and black jeans.
“Why do you want to work at Club of Dominance?” Master Turner asked.
“I need a job and saw this one advertised in the paper.”
“Have you lived in northern Oregon for long?”
“I was born in Tigard.”
“Ah, a true local.” Master Turner swept his gaze slowly down her body.
Charlie sat very still, though when she felt her nipples peak, she wanted to cross her arms over her chest to hide her reaction. His gaze lingered on her breasts and then connected with her eyes once more.
“Do you have a problem with nudity, Charlene?”
“Excuse me?” Charlie asked, totally taken aback at such an inappropriate question.
“If I hired you to work here, you would not only see nakedness but you would also see subs being whipped, fucked, restrained, caned, and probably whatever else you could imagine.” He paused. “And maybe some things that have never even entered your mind.”
Charlie should have realized to expect the unexpected in a place like this, especially from the owner and founder of Club of Dominance. She didn’t have a problem with how other people lived their lives, but she didn’t think she was into kink.
Then why did my clit begin to ache as soon as I heard these men’s commanding voices? Shut up, Charlie!
“No, I don’t have a problem with nudity.”
As long as I’m not the one getting naked.
Master Turner tilted his head and eyed her blouse. Charlie knew what he was seeing. She wasn’t comfortable displaying any part of her body and only ever left the top button undone. Charlie wasn’t model thin, and being rather short seemed only to enhance her plumpness. When she had been growing up she had been teased mercilessly by the popular girls about her short, “fat” body and had become very self-conscious. So much so that she never wore anything to show off any part of her form. In fact she bought clothes a size or two larger to hide her abundant attributes. Since she couldn’t change her body shape she’d decided she would choose her clothes and make sure that hardly any of her skin showed. Charlie had learned to be very meticulous when she bought clothes as that was the only way she seemed to be able to control how she looked.
“Why did you leave your last job, Charlene?”
Charlie bit her lip and lowered her gaze. He’d asked her the one question she hoped to avoid answering, but since it wouldn’t be hard for him to find out “the why,” if he called her old boss, she decided to be totally honest.
Raising her head, she looked him in the eye. “My last boss hit on me, so I quit.”
Master Barry pushed the bottle of water he had placed on the bar closer to her.
Charlie grabbed the bottle and took a few sips. “It’s in the past. It’s not something I think about often, other than as the reason I need a job now. I quit, and I’ve moved on with my life.” Her answer seemed to satisfy the men.
“How long have you been working in bars, Charlene?” Master Turner’s voice drew her attention once more.
“I started when I was in college. I needed the money to help pay for my tuition and accommodation.”
“You don’t look old enough to have graduated,” Master Barry said. “What did you major in?”
“Business management.”
“Hmm.” Master Turner rubbed his hand across his bristled chin. “How old are you, Charlene?”
“Twenty-four.”
“All right. I’ll give you a trial, but there are rules and regulations you need to adhere to. Master Barry, if you will?”
Master Barry leaned down and pulled something from a shelf beneath the bar. He placed the papers onto the smooth wood surface and pushed them toward her.
“You need to read our rules, and if you agree to them you will sign your name at the bottom. You will then sign the contract, but I need to know if you still want to work here after reading through our policies.”
Charlie pulled the papers closer and began to read. They were so out there that she felt her eyes widen a few times, but throughout the guidelines, the words “safe, sane, and consensual” were used over and over. There was also a club safe word which was written in bold writing and underlined quite a few times. That word was “red.” By the time Charlie had finished reading, her mind was spinning. What the hell am I getting myself into?
She looked up to see that Master Turner was watching her. His intent stare made her uneasy, but it also turned her on. Her cheeks felt warm and she hoped she wasn’t blushing like a schoolgirl.
“Why did you want me to read this?” Charlie held up the rules to Club of Dominance.
“If you decided to accept the job, you need to know what the rules are. All the staff need to be aware of the club rules to keep our clients safe, as well as each other. I would hope that if any of our subs were in trouble and you were the only person aware of that, that you would call one of the dungeon monitors to intervene.”
Okay, Charlie thought, that makes sense. “It says here that clothes must be acceptable to the environment. What does that mean?”
Master Turner looked her over once more, and Charlie nearly groaned aloud when his eyes lingered on her crotch. Is he imagining what sort of underwear I have on?
“What you’re wearing definitely won’t cut it for this club.”
“What’s wrong with my clothes?” Charlie asked indignantly.
The smile in Master Turner’s eyes faded, and they became cold and hard. Charlie quickly lowered her gaze and stared at the floor.
“Look at me, Charlene,” he demanded.
Charlie lifted her eyes to his, her heart beating rapidly against her chest. She hated to make anyone angry, and even though Master Turner didn’t look incensed, he didn’t look happy either.
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bsp; “When you are in my club, you will wear the appropriate clothing.” He looked over at Master Barry. “See if you can find something for Charlene to wear.”
Master Barry gazed into her eyes and demanded, “Stand up, Charlene.”
Charlie stood, her cheeks flaming with heat as he perused her body from the top of her head to her waist.
“Take five steps back.”
Again she found herself obeying Master Barry’s order and stood with her eyes lowered.
“Turn around, slowly.”
Charlie turned and shifted on her feet uncomfortably as she felt the two sets of male eyes appraising her.
“Very good, sub, you may take your seat again.” Master Barry moved out from behind the bar and walked across the large room to the door with the coded lock. Charlie watched as he disappeared behind that door until it closed behind him.
Who does he think he is, giving me orders and calling me a sub?
But that wasn’t the question, she realized. What she really wanted to know was why she was obeying Master Barry and Master Turner. She wanted to know why her body liked the way they ordered her around.
Charlie drew in a ragged breath as cream leaked from her pussy onto her panties. If her body didn’t stop, she would end up having wet trousers as well. She only hoped that if that happened the dampness wouldn’t be noticeable.
She ordered her thoughts and asked the one question that didn’t seem too dangerous to speak aloud. “Why did you call me that?”
“Sub? Because you are one.”
She had seen the words “sub” and “Dom” in the rules, but she must not have understood the definitions, because she was not submissive.