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

by Cooper McKenzie

  Slipping into the driver’s seat, she sighed at her father’s rule about leaving the delivery van’s keys under the floor mat instead of carrying them in her pocket. As she drove out of the parking lot, her gut clenched, warning her that she was making a huge-ass mistake. But, she tried to convince herself, if leaving without a word to Gavin and Peyton was a mistake, it was not her first one, and she had no doubt that it would not be her last one either.

  She did not relax until she parked the van in its reserved space behind the bakery. Only then did she remember that not only had she left her clothes behind at Club Esoteria, but she had also forgotten the serving trays.

  “They’ll be safe,” she assured herself. “Antony will get your clothes, and you can pick everything up in the morning.”

  But would he understand why she left the club without a word to him or the two men she had spent the evening with? For a short moment, she wondered if Gavin and Peyton would even care.

  * * * *

  Gavin checked his watch for the third time as he spoke with Taurus about upgrading the club’s security system while waiting for Sasha. They were near the hallway to the restrooms, but just out of sight of the doors. He thought he heard a door open, but no one stepped into view.

  Just as Taurus walked away, Gavin shifted so he could see the door to the ladies’ room. A moment later, the door opened, and Angela and Wendy, two of club’s uncollared submissives, stepped into view.

  “Good evening, Master Gavin,” they said in unison. Their smiles hinted they would be happy to join him and Peyton for any games they might want to play.

  Problem was that over the past few months both subs had failed nearly every test he and Peyton had thrown at them. Even without talking to Peyton, he knew that Sasha had not only passed their tests, she was just the kind of submissive they were looking for.

  Gavin nodded, but did not speak. His mind was still on Sasha’s amazingly easy acceptance of their dominance over her. Then he wondered what the hell she was doing in the ladies’ room for so damn long. He watched the two subs pass him and wander back to the seating area the unclaimed submissives had staked out as their own just after the opening of the club.

  After another minute, he went to the ladies’ room door. He knocked loudly and when there was no response, pushed open the door and walked in.

  The room was empty.

  How had she left without him seeing her? Where had she gone? Had Angela and Wendy said something that upset her enough to run?

  Stepping out of the restroom, he looked down the hall toward the door that led to the off-limit areas of the club. Was that how she escaped?

  With a frown, Gavin returned to the seating area they had been playing in earlier.

  Peyton arrived a moment later carrying three bottles of water.

  “Where’s Sasha?” Peyton asked.

  “All indications are that she’s gone.”

  “Gone? What the hell do you mean she’s gone?” Peyton shoved a bottle of water in his direction before setting a second one on the coffee table and opening the third one and drinking deeply.

  “I mean, she went into the restroom, but when I checked five minutes later, she had disappeared,” Gavin said as he savagely twisted the top off the bottle of water and downed half the contents.

  “What did you say to her?”

  “Nothing. She was fine until she went into the restroom. Taurus saw me and wanted to talk about upgrading the system,” Gavin said as he stared across the club. It took a moment before light dawned. “Come on.”

  “What?” Peyton asked, trailing behind as Gavin stalked across the room to the land of the submissive.

  Angela and Wendy had a reputation for being jealous, sniping, viperous bitches who thought nothing of putting others down without caring who heard. Had they said something to upset Sasha? If they did, how were he and Peyton going to repair the damage these two had done?

  Stopping well away from the unmarked boundary of the “land of submissives,” he pointed at Angela and Wendy. The two were sitting on the couch whispering back and giggling. “You two, come here.”

  The women jumped up and hurried across the open space to Gavin. When they reached him, they knelt and gazed up at him, obviously hopeful that he was wanting to play with them.

  “You were just in the ladies’ room,” he said, stating a fact and not asking a question.

  “Yes, Sir,” the two answer in harmony.

  “What was the topic of discussion while you were in there?”

  He watched as the two exchanged a glance then dropped their heads forward so they were staring at his boots.

  “Well?” he demanded when neither of them spoke.

  “We were talking about the woman you and Master Peyton were playing with,” Angela said, her voice just loud enough to be heard over all the other activities in the room.

  “And what, exactly, did you have to say about a woman you had never met and knew nothing about?” Gavin asked, steel filling his voice as he tried to keep his temper from flaring because he had a good idea what had been said.

  Heads dropped even lower, but neither woman answered.

  “Speak,” Gavin barked.

  Angela lifted her head to look into his face with tears in her eyes and a truly remorseful expression.

  “We wondered why you and Master Peyton were with her,” she whispered. “She wasn’t like the subs you usually play with. She was so…so…”

  “Large,” Wendy finished when it appeared her friend was unable to.

  Gavin knew from their expressions there was more to it, but he had heard enough. Turning away from the subs, he motioned for Peyton to follow him. “We’ve got to find her. If she heard those two she-devils, she’s probably feeling humiliated.”

  The two men stalked to the bar where Jenna was talking with Taurus and her two slaves.

  “Mistress Jenna, if you would be so kind to address the issue of gossiping about other people’s pets with a couple of uncollared subs. Angela and Wendy just insulted our sub in the restroom, and she has now disappeared because of it,” Gavin said when there was a break in her conversation.

  “She’s disappeared?” Antony asked, earning a jerk on the leash attached to the leather collar around his neck. “Sorry, Mistress.”

  “We were taking a break. She needed to use the ladies’, so I escorted her there. I was out of sight for a few minutes, and now she’s gone. The only people that came out of there were those two.”

  This time Antony looked to Jenna and waited until she nodded before glaring at the two Doms. “What did you do to her?”

  “Nothing that would make her run away,” Peyton answered dryly.

  “Don’t be so sure of that,” Antony said, giving them a look that said he knew a lot more than he was willing to share. “With Sasha it’s hard to tell what will set her off. She’s not like the other subs that come here to play. Her ex ground her self-esteem and confidence into dust. Frankly, I was shocked when she came to me wanting to post her Dom Wanted sign.”

  “So why did you let her?” Jenna asked, raising one eyebrow in query.

  “Because she was curious and determined to test out the lifestyle. She said that if I didn’t help her, she was going to post it online,” Antony explained. “I knew she would be safer here. I also did not actually expect anyone to respond, much less you two.”

  “So what do we do now?” Gavin asked.

  “If you are serious about her, and not just for an evening of kinky games, might I suggest you give her a few days to process what happened tonight and then give her a taste of the vanilla side of your lives?” Jackson offered from behind the bar as he set two bottles of beer on the counter in front of Peyton and Gavin. “She needs to relearn how to trust a man on all levels and not just while playing here in the club.”

  Chapter 8

  By Monday afternoon, Sasha had almost convinced herself that Friday night’s encounter with Gavin and Peyton had been just a pleasant step out onto th
e wild side. Something she could dream about later in life when she was lonely and sexually frustrated.

  Saturday she had earned her father’s ire by sleeping late and not reporting to work until nearly noon. When she then told him she was too busy working on the Saturday evening catering order for Club Esoteria to help him finish an order of a hundred and fifty cupcakes for a birthday party, he grew sullen and nitpicky to the nth degree.

  Sunday was supposed to be their day off, but at the last minute Saturday evening, her father decided she needed to help him clean the shop from top to bottom, which took the two of them all day and most of the evening.

  Since neither Peyton nor Gavin called, Sasha’s conviction she was just a convenient one-night stand solidified.

  By Monday afternoon, her father’s continued overly critical moodiness had become unbearable. Everything she had done was wrong, from mixing the bread dough to timing the cookies so they were golden but not too brown.

  Finally, Sasha reached her limit. When her father turned his back to answer the phone, she slipped out the back door and walked the perimeter of the parking lot trying to relax. At the far side of the small lot, she stopped with several perfectly positioned bushes and a large SUV hiding her from the bakery’s back door.

  Shoving her knuckles into her mouth, she bent at the waist and screamed.

  “That is not a happy sound. Are you okay?” a familiar deep voice asked from right behind her.

  Straightening so fast it took a few seconds to find her equilibrium, Sasha slowly turned to find Peyton standing just a few feet away. He looked droolworthy, wearing a pair of khaki cargo shorts and a white T-shirt advertising a local baseball team. His black hair gleamed in the sunlight. When he stepped closer, a hint of the same spicy masculine cologne he had worn Friday night wrapped around her.

  By comparison, she felt rumpled and dowdy in her bakery shop polo shirt and black jeans that had smudges of food and flour covering them.

  “What are you doing here?” She flinched at her sharp tone, but Peyton did not comment on her lack of proper respect.

  “I wondered if you would like to go fishing with me,” he said. Sliding his hands in his pockets, he looked much more innocent than she knew he was.

  “Fishing? With you? Why?”

  Was he using some kind of code? Did fishing mean going back to the club and being punished for leaving Friday night without permission or telling anyone?

  “Yes, fishing. I like to fish and thought you might like to drown some worms with me.”

  “Um.” She looked down at her clothes and brushed at the flour that streaked her right thigh. “I need to clock out and change my clothes.”

  “That’s fine. I’ll wait.” He took her right hand as they walked across the parking lot. Her breath caught as heat surged up her arm and shot straight to her pussy. “Just shorts and a T-shirt. Nothing fancy. The fish and birds don’t care what we’re wearing. We’ll stop for dinner on our way back to town.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she replied with a sassy grin and a sloppy left-handed salute.

  Peyton smiled, but there was a gleam of the powerful Master in his eyes. “We’ll discuss that salute later, cupcake.” When they reached the bakery shop door, he released her hand and smacked her ass. “Now get a move on while the fish are still biting.”

  Sasha jumped with a squeal. With one hand rubbing her smarting ass cheek, she returned to the bakery. Her father was busy at the front counter, so she waved at Kate, one of their part-time employees, who acknowledged her with a smile and a nod. After filling out her time card, she slipped out the back door without her father seeing her.

  Seeing Peyton leaning against his big gray pickup truck, she hesitated as her manners kicked in. Instead of hurrying upstairs, she walked to him.

  “Would you like to come up?” she asked.

  He never moved a muscle, but his smile turned hot and predatory. “Sweetie, I would like nothing more, but if I did, we would never get to the river. And that is not what today is about. Go on and get changed.”

  Sasha nodded, before turning and hurrying up the stairs to her apartment. Once in her bedroom, she froze. What the fuck was she doing?

  Had she really agreed to go fishing with Peyton?

  Sure, he was attractive. Both men were damn sex gods. But after her actions Friday night, she had not expected to see or hear from them again. Was Peyton really interested in getting to know her outside the club? Or were they trying to lure her back to use her some more? She had to admit she had not felt misused while with them.

  Being honest with herself, she had to admit Gavin and Peyton made her feel sexier and more cared for than she ever had in her life. Had she been a fool for running away?

  Hurrying to her dresser, she opened several drawers then closed them again. None of the clothes there were sexy enough for spending time with one of her Sirs. Turning to her closet, she pulled out an oversized denim jumper. After stripping off her work clothes, she decided her red sports bra would work, but the purple granny panties had to go. After taking them off and tossing them in the laundry, she paused only a moment longer before pulling on the jumper and shoving her feet into her non-work sneakers.

  As soon as she pulled it on, she felt better. The little denim dress was one of the few outfits she owned that made her feel sexy. After running her fingers through her hair to fluff it up a bit, she grabbed her purse and headed for the door.

  Peyton was right where she had left him, leaning against his truck. When she approached, he straightened with an approving smile. “Mmmm, that’s even better than shorts. Makes things much more accessible.”

  Not sure what to expect, he surprised her by opening the passenger’s door and helping her climb into the truck. Only after she was settled and he had fastened her seatbelt around her did he brush a quick kiss over her lips.

  “Yep, just as delicious as I remembered,” he said. His low sexy tone made her squirm in her seat as her pussy warmed.

  She frowned in confusion when he stepped back and closed the door instead of taking things any further. As he rounded the front of his truck, she pulled the hem of her dress down her thigh, wondering if she had made a mistake in wearing it without panties.

  Peyton did not speak as he started the truck and drove them out of town.

  Sasha grew nervous as the minutes of silence ticked by. Finally, she could stand it no longer. She needed answers. “Why are you doing this?”

  “Doing what?”

  “This,” she waved her hand at the truck. “You’re acting as if Friday night never happened. Why?”

  Peyton glanced at her with a compassionate expression before returning his attention to the road. “A relationship, especially one like Gavin and I want with you, must be based on more than sex. So today I want us to learn more about each other.”

  Sasha sat and processed his words. “But I thought…” Her words trailed off. She was not sure how to put her scrambled thoughts into words he would understand without offending him.

  “You thought that because you disappeared on us Friday night we wouldn’t want anything more to do with you?”

  Sasha nodded. “Yeah, something like that.”

  How could he be so relaxed when she was anything but?

  “That is something we will discuss another day. What you need to understand is that both Gavin and I are attracted to you for more than just your delectable body. We want to get to know all of you and we want you to get to know us as well.”

  “Okaaaay,” Sasha said, as the nervous tension across her shoulders eased and she relaxed somewhat.

  Peyton drove them to a secluded spot beside a creek about fifteen minutes later. Sasha had no idea where they were, but her knowledge of the backroads and creeks in the county was limited.

  “A friend owns this land and lets us come out here whenever we want,” Peyton explained as he parked.

  Sasha nodded and climbed out into the knee-high grass, again wondering if she shouldn’t have worn shor
ts. Or at least panties. Her pussy was wet, her nipples rock hard, and she had to fight the arousal that just being with Peyton created in her.

  She was surprised that over the next several hours Peyton acted as if they were on a first date. He asked questions, encouraging her to talk about her life, her work, even her disastrous marriage. When she realized she had shared her entire life’s story, she started asking him the same questions he had asked her. He answered them with short answers, as if hesitant to expose much of himself.

  She learned that he had been in the Army, had come close to marrying once, but realized his wife-to-be was too conservative and unwilling to expand her boundaries to even talk about trying some of his kinkier fantasies. Sasha learned his favorite color was blue and that he and Gavin were closer than most brothers were. They talked sex in general terms, but nothing specific, and he acted as if her disappearance Friday night had never happened.

  As the sun began to set, their attention turned from fishing to slapping at mosquitoes. When Sasha’s stomach rumbled long and loud, she blushed. Peyton laughed.

  “I do believe it’s time to give up and find my sweet cupcake some food.”

  Chapter 9

  After eating burgers and fries at a country café and talking for another hour, Peyton took her home. During their entire time together, he did not touch her in any way that could be termed sexual, which only wound Sasha’s growing need tighter.

  When he pulled in and parked behind the bakery, she was relieved to see her father had left for the night and not stayed and worked late on the books.

  “Would you like to come up?” she offered with a smile, hoping she could push him into scratching the fiery itch of need that had taken up residence just behind her clit.

  “Not tonight, thanks. We’ll have lots of time for playing games. Have you seen the doctor yet for your club paperwork?” he asked, half turning in his seat.

  Sasha shook her head. “I wasn’t sure I should since…”