Trusting Her Two Doms [Knights in Black Leather 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Marla Monroe

  Sawyer drove her to work, refusing to let her use her own car.

  “It’s not reliable and we don’t want you stranded anywhere with the lunatic still out there. We promise that this will all be over soon. As soon as this fiasco of a party is out of the way, we are going to put our plan in motion,” Max had assured her.

  They wouldn’t tell her what they knew, explaining that they still didn’t know for sure who all was involved, but they did make her promise not to let herself be alone with anyone other than her brothers, Marx, Jackson, Steve, Ben, or themselves for any reason.

  “You can trust those men but no one else, Taylor. Promise us you’ll do this for us,” Sawyer had entreated.

  She had promised and prayed that soon she’d have her life back. Then she could relax and see where their relationship went without the pressure of a stalker. Knowing that there could be more involved than just a stalker wanting her to leave didn’t help her nerves as she and Betty opened the coffee shop that morning.

  The day progressed without incident and Taylor slowly relaxed thinking that maybe whoever was tormenting her had given up and disappeared. Still, the feeling that something bad was going to happen rested in the pit of her stomach. Worry that the men would end up the ones hurt because of her added to that fear. They were important to her despite her best intentions to keep them at arm’s length. Falling in love with them hadn’t been smart, but she had no control over it evidently.

  She had agreed to close the shop at six in deference to the party so they wouldn’t worry about her while they were tied up. It would also give her time to prepare and dress in the outrageous costume. She had no doubt getting dressed would be an ordeal she wouldn’t forget.

  When closing time came, Darla helped her quickly clean everything up while she counted down the register and prepared the deposit. After locking it up, they both waited for Darla’s boyfriend to arrive to take her home. The other woman seemed so happy with her new beau. Taylor wished her all the luck with the relationship. Juggling one with a child had to be difficult.

  Chris showed up right on time, but no one had arrived to pick Taylor up. It wasn’t like the men not to be on time with her being in danger. She tried both men on their cell phones, but neither one of them answered. Even their message box wouldn’t take a message, saying it was full. She tried to call several more times with no luck. Darla and her boyfriend stayed with her until finally Taylor insisted they leave. Darla’s mom, who kept Tommy, had been sick and Taylor knew Darla was anxious to get home and relieve her of the responsibility.

  “I’ll be fine, guys. The door is locked and either Sawyer or Max will be soon to pick me up. Go on and see about Tommy and your mom, Darla.”

  “I don’t like leaving you here alone,” Chris said with Darla nodding in agreement.

  “What if someone comes and breaks in like before?” the other woman asked.

  “I’m going to stay in the back until the men get here. No one will know I’m here. They have a key and will be here soon. Plus, I have the alarm and the panic button they insisted on now. I’ll be fine. Now go.” She shooed them out the door and locked it back.

  Taylor immediately felt alone and vulnerable in the darkened shop. She grabbed her purse and hurried to the back to stand where she could easily push the panic button if she needed to. What could have occurred to make them late? Had something terrible happened to them? Was that why her stomach had been tied into knots most of the day?

  The sound of a key turning in the lock relaxed her, but she stayed in the back with hand hovering over the button just in case. The door swung open, setting the little bell over the door ringing.

  “Taylor! Are you here?” Sawyer’s voice had her knees nearly giving out as adrenaline crashed through her system.

  “I’m coming. I was in the back next to the panic button.” She hurried into the front, never so glad to see someone in her life.

  His anxious expression melted into one of relief then anger. “Why are you here all alone? Why didn’t Darla and Chris stay with you?”

  Taylor bit her lip as Sawyer almost crushed her with a hug. “They stayed for a long time, but Darla’s mom’s been sick so I insisted that they go. I knew I would be safe with the alarm system and the panic button you guys had installed.”

  “Dammit, babe. It wouldn’t save you from a bullet or knife wound in time. It’s a last resort. Don’t ever stay here alone again. Next time go home with them. You can call us and tell us where you are.”

  “I tried to call you, but neither of you answered your cells and your voicemail was full. What happened? Why were you late?” she asked, trying to deflect some of his disappointment away from her.

  His features tightened until she could see the tightness in his jaw. “Someone let the air out of our tires and we had to call the garage’s after hours number to air the tires back up. We were worried it was a ploy to give someone time to attack you. You didn’t answer your phone here at the shop. When we called your phone, it went straight to voicemail.”

  Taylor shivered with worry. How could all of this be a coincidence? Yet no one had harmed her. Nothing had happened—yet. They still had to make it back to Golden Shackles.

  “Come on, I don’t like the feel of this. When we called the sheriff’s office, the dispatcher said they were all on calls and couldn’t come see about you. Even the sheriff was out on a call.”

  They quickly locked up and set the alarm. Sawyer shoved her in the driver’s door, and Taylor scooted across the seat to pull on her seatbelt. As soon as they were moving, she let out a breath of relief. The muscles in Sawyer’s neck remained taut, letting her know the pressure he felt to keep her safe. His hands gripped the steering wheel with white-knuckled constriction that made her wonder if he might actually squeeze a dent into it.

  When the lights of the club finally came into view, Taylor let out a breath of relief even as Sawyer’s body seemed to relax. When he pulled into the employee parking lot and took his spot next to the back door, it swung open and Max stalked out to jerk her door open as soon as Sawyer unlocked it.

  “Are you okay?” Max pulled her from the cab as soon as she had her seatbelt unbuckled.

  “I’m fine. Nothing happened, Max. Everything is fine.” She hugged him back, resisting the urge to kiss his cheek or better yet, rub her face in the crook of his neck.

  “She was there alone though,” Sawyer grumbled, bashing her hopes he would have kept that to himself.

  “What? Where were Darla and Chris? You weren’t supposed to stay there alone.” She could hear the anger in his voice.

  “I sent them on. Darla’s mom is sick and taking care of Tommy is hard on her. I wasn’t in any danger. The doors were all locked and the alarm set. I stood right next to the panic button until Sawyer called to me.” Taylor found herself being ushered into the building with Max’s grumbled under his breath.

  As he ushered her up the stairs with Sawyer ahead of her and him behind her, he swatted her on the ass.

  “Hey! What was that for?” she asked rubbing her behind.

  “For disobeying us. We told you not to be alone up there. There’s more where that came from, young lady,” Max said frowning at her.

  Somehow seeing his disappointment hurt worse than her stinging ass or the promise of more to come. She hurried into the bathroom and undressed to get in the shower. She had very little time to get ready.

  “I’m going downstairs to go back over everything and make sure everyone is ready and knows their places. Sawyer will help you dress and bring you down when you’re ready,” Max said as she quickly soaped her body with the delicious smelling body wash Stacey had gotten for her.

  “I’ll hurry,” she called out, but he’d already shut the door behind him.

  Even though it wasn’t her fault they were behind, it bothered her that he was stressed with part of it because she’d been at the shop alone. Well, she wasn’t going to worry about it tonight. They’d discuss it tomorrow after the party.
She wasn’t going in to work on Saturday, having arranged for Betty to open and Darla to close with Chris there to help.

  After rinsing her hair twice, she stepped out of the shower and dried off. She applied lotion that matched the scent of the body wash and dried her hair. When she emerged in record time, Sawyer smiled, his eyes heating at her naked body.

  Taylor wagged her finger at him. “We don’t have time for any hanky-panky. Now how do I get into this contraption?”

  She picked up the corset from the bed where they’d laid it out in readiness. The deep red, almost maroon in color, would look good against her lightly tanned skin. She lamented that the sprinkling of freckles along her shoulders would show.

  Sawyer helped her into the corset laying soft kisses along her neck and shoulders while allowing his hands to linger when he gently pulled up each breast to lay in the cup of the built in bra portion of the outfit. When he played with her nipples wrapping his arms around her from behind, she let her head fall back against his chest and moaned. It felt so damn good. When he pinched and pulled on the, she couldn’t deny the rush of arousal that left her pussy wet and longing for more.

  He pulled away and started lacing up the back, pulling the strings tight. Though it was tight enough to keep it in place and hold her breasts in place, it wasn’t so constricting that she had trouble breathing.

  “Now the panties.” He watched as she picked them up and scowled at them.

  Chuckling he took them from her and knelt to help her step into them, what there was of them anyway. When he slid the thong portion between her ass cheeks she felt her body heat with an allover flush. Despite having darker skin than blonde or redheaded women, she still managed to blush.

  “It isn’t very comfortable,” she complained.

  “You should be grateful we didn’t choose crotchless panties, Taylor,” he warned her with a frown.

  With a sigh, she sat on the bed and slipped on the staggering high heels and fastened them in place. She could wear high heels with the best of them, but these qualified as nosebleed shoes. She’d be lucky if she didn’t break her neck.

  “Now walk around and let me get a good look at you, babe.”

  She complied, surprised at how comfortable the heels were despite their height. More than likely she’d end up kneeling at their feet more than standing up in them anyway. It would be her knees instead of her feet that would likely be sore before the night was over.

  Sawyer smiled at her when she walked back toward him. “Beautiful. We’re going to have to watch the other Doms around you.” Then he frowned, turned and walked over to the dresser.

  When he returned, he looked into her eyes and held up a beautiful choker that had a pretty red stone on it with small crystals on either said.

  “This will keep them from bothering you. It’s a collar, Taylor. It tells everyone that you belong to Max and me. Are you okay with wearing our collar, babe? It means that we have absolute control over you in the dungeon and in our bedroom.” He looked so somber standing there holding it up to her.

  She licked her lips, knowing it was a big step and mattered to him that she accept it. Taylor swallowed and nodded.

  “Say the words, Taylor. I have to hear them from your mouth,” he said.

  She drew in a deep breath and calmed her nerves. She wanted this. They would always protect her and make sure she was happy. They gave her a sense of security and belonging. She prayed that she could be what they wanted and needed. That she could hold their attention and that would fall in love with her one day.

  “Yes. I’ll wear the collar and be your and Max’s submissive.” Almost as soon as she said the words, a sense of rightness settled over her.

  Sawyer’s broad smile and the relief shining in his eyes told her she’d done the right thing for all of them. Peace quelled her fears, pushing them out of her mind, at least for the time being. He placed the slightly cold metal around her neck and fastened it. The ruby-red stone rested in the hollow of her throat as the collar slowly warmed against her skin. She reached up and fingered it, liking the sense of security it portrayed.

  “We’d better get down there before Max blows a gasket. It’s going to take both of us tonight with so many members checking out the changes we’ve made.” He gave her a soft push toward the door.

  Suddenly, nervousness of how much of her body was exposed and basically on display had her stiffening as they descended the stairs.

  “Easy, Taylor. No one is going to hurt you. Just stay with either me or Max and follow the protocols we discussed. You’ll be fine, babe.” He kissed her on the cheek once they’d reached the floor below.

  “I–I’m not sure this is a good idea, Sawyer. I’m scared I’ll disappoint you. I need more time, maybe some practice.” She heard the quiver in her voice.

  “Stop it, Taylor. You’re hyperventilating. Take deep breaths and let them out slowly. Calm down.” Sawyer rarely used his Dom voice with her so now it had an immediate effect on her.

  “Good girl. Now let’s go.” He opened the door to the dungeon and immediately the noise assaulted her.

  It seemed that many of the guests had already arrived. She stopped just inside the door so that Sawyer was forced to move her bodily out of the way. He bent and whispered into her ear.

  “See, there are many more people dressed in less clothes than you. Relax and follow our directions, Taylor. You’ll do fine.” He ushered her deeper into the room among the crowd.

  As they made their way toward the bar, he was stopped by several people telling him what a difference they’d made with the club in the short time they’d been there. Taylor kept her eyes on the floor but wondered how so many people knew him. She didn’t realize they’d socialized around town much. She would ask him when no one was around.

  Once they made it to the bar, Sawyer checked in with the two employees tending the bar. She recognized the woman as one of her customers at Rizzoli’s. Andrea Harper was beautiful with her long blonde hair braided down the center of her back wearing a French maid outfit that barely covered her. When she turned to serve someone at the bar, the panties she had on were cutouts so that her ass cheeks were framed in frilly white lace. Taylor barely held in a gasp at the sight. She quickly averted her eyes when the woman turned back around.

  Sawyer finished talking to the male bartender and settled his hand around the back of her neck. She kept her eyes down but wanted to know the answer to her earlier question.

  “Um, Sir? May I ask a question?”

  “Yes, Taylor.” He squeezed lightly on her neck and let go.

  “H–how do so many people know you? You haven’t lived here very long.”

  He chuckled lightly. “They don’t really know us, babe. We’re wearing a white band around our upper arm to indicate we’re the managers or head dungeon masters. The dungeon monitors wear a red band around their arms to let people know they have the authority to handle problems if they occur.”

  “Oh, okay.”

  “There shouldn’t be any problems tonight regardless. While we are serving alcohol, we aren’t allowing any play tonight. It’s solely to introduce ourselves and show off the equipment and changes. We’ll also field questions about the new rules we’ve instigated,” he said with patience.

  Before she could say anything else, a couple walked up to them, snagging Sawyer’s attention. She risked a look up and recognized Stacey. The other woman caught her eye and winked at her. Immediately whichever of the men in her life was with her and talking to Sawyer, popped her lightly on her ass. She giggled but didn’t say anything or move. Taylor didn’t feel quite as out of place now. For one thing, Stacey wore a very revealing fishnet body suit that left very little to the imagination.

  After a few minutes of talking with Stacey’s man, Sawyer once again wrapped a possessive hand around the back of her neck and eased her through the crowd to an area where seating was arranged. He sat down in a chair and she immediately remembered her part and knelt at his feet. Relief to
be off the heels for even a little while almost made her moan out loud. She wasn’t sure, but she had a pretty good idea that wouldn’t be acceptable behavior.

  When she settled on a pillow next to Sawyer, she was pleased to see Stacey kneel across from her. She looked up to her Dom and asked if she could speak to Taylor.

  “If it is okay with Master S,” he said.

  Sawyer’s hand slid through her hair, tugging ever so slightly until she looked up at him.

  “You may speak softly with Master S’s sub, Taylor,” he said.

  She remembered that they had said that full names were not used here to keep those who didn’t want to use them anonymous. Submissives were nicknamed pet, slave, submissive, or one of several other names. They didn’t allow derogatory names like slut or whore at Golden Shackles. What they used at home was up to them, they’d told her.

  “How are you doing? Are you having fun?” Stacey asked.

  “Uh, I guess. This isn’t something I’m used to,” she told the other woman.

  “Just relax and remember that everything is consensual here. No one is abused or forced to do anything they don’t want to do. They may push us a little to expand our horizons, but they would never truly hurt us.”

  “I know, but I’m not used to not wearing anything around other people or the whole protocol thing. I’m scared I’ll screw up. I don’t want to embarrass them. They’re the managers here,” Taylor admitted in a whisper.

  “If you do, they’ll punish you and go on. There’s nothing wrong with messing up as long as you don’t do anything that would put someone in danger.” Stacey grinned across at her. “Sometimes a little punishment feels real good and leads to really hot sex.”

  Taylor couldn’t stop the shiver those words gave her. They’d played some with light punishment, but nothing really intense. Suddenly Max’s words from earlier came back to her. She might be experiencing it sooner than she thought with the intense stare he’d given her. To her surprise, her pussy grew even wetter than it had earlier. She worried it would show when she stood up again.