by Jane Jamison
Still, she needed to know more. And if Ron and Hank could fill her in, then that was even better. Maybe talking to them about the job would lead to talking other possibilities. Maybe even about her and them?
She dared to take that chance.
“I know what Paul told me, but can you give me more details? I mean, do the members here get whipped and chained? Do they use all those sex toy things like ball gags and stuff?” She wouldn’t have admitted it, but just talking about those activities had her body heating up. What would it be like to have Ron tie her up and have his way with her? How would Hank’s tongue feel sliding over her body while Ron flattened his hand against her butt? If the way her body was reacting to them was any indication, she’d have a damn good time.
Her imagination took off.
Hank and Ron were naked, their huge cocks pointed straight at her. They held chains, ready to use to restrain her.
“Are you ready, darlin’? We’re going to teach you how to please us.”
Oh, hell, yes.
“Carly?”
She jerked herself back to reality. “I’m listening.”
“Then to answer your question, yes. Some use toys and instruments, both purchased and handmade. Others come to watch or dance. And some come just to fuck their brains out.”
Hell, yeah.
Her gaze met Ron’s dark one and saw the same carnal glint. He was getting turned on, too.
I’d love for you to fuck my brains out.
Startled by her thought, she jerked her gaze to the side of the room and studied the interior more. An enormous bar ran down one length of the room with a hallway on each side leading to other doors and the rear entrance Georgia had brought her through. The polished, dark hardwood of the dance floor glowed while tables, sofas, and armchairs were scattered around on the plush carpet. At first, she hadn’t noticed the poles, chains, and even the overhead platform that had various bondage items attached to it like handcuffs and a large cross in the middle. She wasn’t sure what that was for, but decided it wasn’t the time to ask.
“Um, I saw some cars in the back parking lot. Where are all the people?”
“Most of them are using the private rooms.” Hank pointed to both hallways. “Not everyone likes to go public with their fun.”
“So what do you say, Carly? Do you want the job?”
She hadn’t expected Ron to hire her. Wasn’t Paul the one who’d do that?
“Hold up, Ron.” Hank was on his feet. “That’s not how it usually goes. Paul likes to give the possible new hires a test.”
“What kind of test?” Her body went on high alert. A test had to involve more than just talking. At least, it did according to the rumors she’d heard. Was she ready for that? And yet, hadn’t she been hoping for more than just talk?
“Paul likes to see how comfortable you are with nudity. And with following orders. If you want to. Again, it’s not a condition of getting the job, but it does tend to let us and you know how well you’ll do.”
Had someone turned off the air conditioning? It had gotten very hot, very fast.
“He does usually do that,” agreed Ron.
Hank was the one circling her now. “Also, you should know that the waitstaff is expected to show a certain level of respect here. You call the customers sir or ma’am. And you call the Doms sir or master. Like we said, Paul and his brother Destin are always called Master Paul and Master Destin by their employees. Can you handle that?”
What harm could that do? It was only a word and a lot of employers insisted on being called boss. Calling them sir or master wasn’t that different.
“I’m sure I can.” It felt strange, but she managed to add, “Sir.”
“Good.” Hank returned to his chair. “Now, if you’re positive you want to continue, let’s see about the other. Hell, you might find out that you’re into sex play more than you think.” His hungry gaze slid over her. “Drop your dress.”
Chapter Four
Carly’s eyes widened even as she tried to maintain her composure. A composure that was threatened by the rush of desire his command gave her. “I’m sorry?”
Hank’s hazel eyes darkened to a deep green. “I’m just trying to see if you want to do this, Carly. Remember. Anytime you want to, you—”
“I can stop. I get that.”
“Then let’s see how you do.” His mouth parted, his expression one that echoed her own growing need. “Like I said. I told you to drop your dress. I want to see your body. The waitresses all wear the same outfit.”
“I’ve heard that it’s very tight, very small, and without any underwear.” She added the next when he lifted one eyebrow. “Sir.” It was easier saying the term of respect this time.
“Okay, then. Drop it.”
Ron edged closer to his friend. “I don’t know whether she needs to do that.”
At first, relief came to her when Ron stepped in, but then the questions came hard and fast. Didn’t he want to see her body? Did that mean he wasn’t interested?
“Yeah, Ron. I think she does. Besides, it’s how Paul would handle it.”
She immediately chastised herself. She wasn’t there to turn them on no matter how long she’d had a crush on them. Although if she did, who knew what could happen?
When Hank had asked—no, commanded—her to drop her dress, her pussy had warped into a high-energy machine, revving up for his pleasure. Her nipples had hardened and the hairs on the back of her neck tickled her skin.
If Hank wanted her to lose her dress, and if that would help get her the job, then she’d do it. It wasn’t like she didn’t like the way they were looking at her. She’d do it to test herself. And she’d do it for her mother.
Yeah, right. For Mom. Like it has nothing to do with my wanting their hands all over my body and their cocks inside me.
She was horny, that was all. It wasn’t like she wanted them for anything but sex. They were men, just like all other men, and having feelings for them, real, heartfelt feelings, would be foolish. Sooner or later, they’d let her down by either lying or cheating or both.
And yet, even as she thought that, she couldn’t deny the thrill at the chance that maybe, just maybe, they were different than any men she’d ever known.
Ron shrugged. “He’s right. That’s normally part of the interview process.”
“Carly, I don’t want to embarrass you.”
“I know.” And she did. She didn’t think he’d ever do anything to hurt or humiliate her. That made the idea of disrobing for him, for them, even more appealing.
“Again, it’s not a requirement. It’s just that it makes the members of the club feel better if the people waiting on them are easy around nudity, including their own.”
“I get that. Really, I do. It makes sense.”
“Then do you want to give it a try?”
Did she? If she didn’t try, would she regret it later? And what if it brought them closer to her? She’d taken the first step when she’d told them she’d had a crush on them. Now she could show them how much she wanted them.
She took hold of her sundress and slid the straps down her arms. She’d meant to give them a little more of her cleavage, but the dress fell far enough down to expose her breasts, then hung on her hips.
Ron and Hank stood side by side, their expressions carefully neutral. But their eyes told her what they were thinking. They wanted her. Her pussy answered their call, throbbing until she had to tighten her muscles to slow the pounding down. The swirl of lust grew stronger. She’d almost forgotten how that felt.
“All the way.” Ron’s voice was thick with need.
Now was her last chance to back out. But she’d never been a coward and she wasn’t about to be one starting now. Instead, the farther she went, the farther she wanted to go.
She hooked her thumb in the dress and gave it a little shove. It puddled at her feet, leaving her clothed in only her panties. Holding her head high, she waited for their reaction.
It
was several anxious moments before they gave it.
“You’re beautiful.” Ron’s voice was low, awed.
She hadn’t expected that. Had, in fact, thought he’d say something about how wide her hips were or how she needed to wax the remaining strip of hair covering her mons. Surely, he saw what was wrong with her body. She was anything but amazing with her rounded hips and her not-so-flat belly. Even her breasts were a little saggy for her age.
“He’s right. You’re fucking amazing.” Hank gnawed at his lower lip as though he were trying to restrain an urge to use his mouth on her.
Go ahead. Kiss me. Lick me. Bite me.
Had she said that out loud? She kind of hoped that she had. Still, she forced her arms to stay by her side. If she listened to her body’s yearning for them, she’d jumped their bones.
They like how I look.
That was the biggest ego boost she’d had in years.
“We knew you could do it.” Ron came closer again, and brushed his palm along her shoulder.
She shivered at his touch, then yearned to have it back once it was gone. “I want this job.”
“Is that the only reason, Carly?” Hank came to her from the other side. They trapped her between them, cocooning her in a bubble of desire.
“I don’t know what you mean.” No, it wasn’t the only reason. Not by a long shot. Strangely, the need to please them mattered more to her than anything else. Not because of the job, but because they were the ones doing the asking.
“We think you do.” Hank reached out his hand, then stopped, his fingers only an inch from her breast. “We think you’d love being our sub.”
“Your submissive?” She laughed and noted how that action made her breast bounce, putting it even closer to his hand. Maybe if she laughed harder, she’d “accidentally” touch him. Heaviness descended on her when he took his hand away.
“That’s right, darlin’.” Ron leaned to the side, taking in her ample bottom. “How about giving it a try? How about seeing what it’s like to be our submissive?”
It was only sex they were talking about. It wasn’t as though they wanted a real relationship, one where they could do her any real harm. They wanted to know what she felt like and how she’d respond to their touches.
And, oh, how she wanted to show them that.
“I guess it wouldn’t do any harm to get a taste of it.” She kept her expression passive, hoping to hide the craving clawing at her stomach. “You know. Like you said. To give it a try.”
“Good. Then let me explain what it’s really like to be a sub. At least, to be our sub. Everyone has a right to determine how their relationship works. What may work for us, for the three of us, might not work for others. But they all have two things in common.”
He slid his palm along her arm, tilted his head at her in question, and then moved it over to caress the swell of the side of her breast. His thumb eased over to her hard nipple, causing her to gasp at the slight touch.
If that could make her body sing as it was doing, then how much more would she feel once they really got into it? She didn’t remember ever having that kind of electrified touch before. It was like he’d lit a match and put it against her flesh. Yet there was no pain, just a quick recognition of his closeness. A realization that she wanted him to touch her more. In very private places.
She had to clear her throat before she could speak. “What’s that?”
“Trust and respect. Us for you and you for us.”
She wouldn’t get into the trust issue, knowing that it wouldn’t happen. How could she dare trust yet another man who would no doubt let her down?
But what if they really were different? Her heart wanted to find out, but the pain that still lingered shouted at her to stay smart, to stay safe.
“Respect?” That was the last thing she would’ve thought he’d say.
“It’s simple. If you’re our sub”—he smiled, all-knowing—“you’ll know that we care about you. We’ll tell you that with every kiss, every lash of a flogger, with everything we do and say. It’s a responsibility to be someone’s Dom and we don’t take it lightly.”
Ron placed his hand on her butt cheek and held it there, like she was a wild filly he had to use a light hand to train. “Our job as your Doms will be to make sure you have what you need. Emotionally as well as sexually. Our goal is to please you, to let you find the freedom to let go. When you really let go, when you trust us enough to do that, then you’ll find the happiness you need. In return, you’ll give us everything we want and need.”
“Is that what you do with all your subs?”
Hank took her under her chin. “We’ve played with others, but we’ve never taken a permanent sub. Until now. Carly, we think you’re the one we’ve waited for.”
Without warning, she had to fight back tears. What was wrong with her? Could she believe him? Or did she just want to?
“That’s impossible. It doesn’t make sense.”
“Why not?”
“Because love shouldn’t hurt.” It was a cliché answer, but it fit.
“Aw, darlin’,” Ron fingered the end of one of her curls. “If you’re not into the handcuffs, getting restrained, or any of that, then we’ll understand. Again, no one forces you. But we can see how tightly you’re wound and we don’t blame you. Living with your father—”
Anger and shame flared inside her into a ball of anger. “What about my father?” It was a ridiculous question. Everyone knew about her family.
“What we’ve heard that he does”—he searched her as though waiting for her to admit the atrocities she’d suffered at her father’s hand—“is the total opposite of what being a sub is all about. Don’t confuse the two.”
Ron’s pinch on her butt startled her. “What was that for?”
“Sometimes it takes a jolt to get someone to really listen.” Hank pressed a light kiss to her shoulder. “Do you know what you have to do as our sub?”
“If I agree to such a thing.” She scowled at him. “I haven’t said I would. I’m just curious, is all. I’m just testing the water.” She was surprised that she sounded so confident. How had the shudders racking her body not made it into her voice?
“Again, it’s all about respect. And making sure your partners are getting the pleasure they need and deserve.”
“So if you get pleasure out of pinching my butt, then I should like that? Is that what you’re saying?” But she had liked it.
Ron’s brown eyes were so soulful, so filled with an emotion she couldn’t quite grasp. She wanted to think it was affection, even adoration, but that would’ve been silly.
“If you’re really a submissive, then yes, you would.”
“And you’re saying that’s what I am. A submissive. What? At heart? Like I’m a sub without my even deciding to be one?”
“Basically, yeah.” Hank traveled his hand over her breast, paused as though waiting for her to pull away, then dropped it lower. With a soft smile, he put his hand between her legs, pushing the thin material of her panties aside. Startled yet again, she drew in a ragged breath, but for some unknown reason, she didn’t take his hand away. Her pussy clenched as though trying to reach out and pull his digits inside her.
“Tell me what you’re feeling right now. Don’t candy coat it. Just say it like you feel it.”
How had he known that she wouldn’t slap his face? And yet, she didn’t want to do that. Instead, she couldn’t shake the emotions swirling a storm inside her. She concentrated on getting her breathing leveled out, then gave up. Why try when she knew couldn’t do that with his fingers pushing her folds apart?
She swallowed, then cried out when Ron tugged her hair and pulled her head back. “Just tell us, darlin’. Never be afraid to tell us the truth. Go on. Close your eyes and let it out.”
She didn’t know what came over her, but she did as they’d told her. “It feels good.” Inhaling at Hank’s quick flick of his fingers over her clit, she had no choice but to give in. Fighting
it would’ve been too difficult. Besides, she didn’t want to.
Was that how it would be? Had she gotten it all wrong?
“Do you like it, darlin’?”
Ron’s warm breath against her ear was nothing compared to the burn between her legs. But it added to the overall effect, pulling the heat from below up through her body to meet in the middle of her chest.
“Yes.”
Hank’s body pressed against her arm as he whispered in her other ear. “And this?” He tore her panties away a second before two fingers plunged into her pussy, exploring the tight confines of her vaginal walls.
Both hands clutched at the men’s shirts. She was afraid her knees would buckle without their support.
Another pinch on her butt cheek from Ron took her focus away from her pussy for only a moment. Then the sensation of that sting mixed with the throbbing of her clit. Spreading her legs was the only thing she could do.
Hank pumped his fingers into her. “I want to taste your juices, baby. Would you like that? Would that please you?”
She could only nod.
Ron cupped her breast, then twisted her nipple, sending another flash of delight into her. Yet when he took both her arms behind her back, alarm burst through the sinful, erotic feelings.
“What are you doing?” She opened her eyes, seeking his.
“Take it easy, darlin’.” He dropped his gaze toward her feet.
She couldn’t have prepared in time. Instead, she jerked, her hips instinctively thrusting forward to meet Hank’s mouth.
Ron grasped her wrists in one hand, then bent and sucked her nipple into his mouth before bringing his teeth down on it to deliver yet another sting. “Tell us you like it.”
“I do. I really do.”
Could they hear the surprise in her voice? She tried to sort out her feelings from her thoughts. Did she like it because it had been so long since she’d had any kind of sex? Or did she like it because it was the two men she’d yearned for since high school? Her mind refused to work the way she needed it to.
Hank pulled her pussy lips farther apart, then flicked his tongue over her clit. He ravished her, circling around and around the tender nub, then pressing his mouth against her so hard that she would’ve stumbled backward.
