Pleasing Her Racy Doms [Racy Nights 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (8 page)

Cherilyn shrugged. How could she put this into words when she couldn’t even figure it out herself? “Alive, excited, raw, daring, sexy.”

“Then just try to imagine an entire room like that. It’s dark in there. Not so dark you can’t see, but dark enough that you won’t feel like you’re on stage with spotlights on your half-naked body. And people pretty much do their own thing. Not a lot of spectator activity. And while some people are pretty hard-core, it’s still not like the stuff you’d see in a club in New York.”

She hadn’t considered that. People would see her. And she’d see them. She would know her neighbors’ secrets, and they’d know hers. But then again, Thayer and Evan had said something about private rooms. Maybe that would be better?

“And like I said, you don’t have to participate. If you’re uncomfortable in there, just tell Thayer and Evan.”

“They’ll think I’m a wimp. Or some naïve woman who’s just pretending at this.”

Kari led her further into the room and lowered her voice. “Please don’t say that about yourself. No one is born completely comfortable with their sexuality or their fantasies. We become aware of them over time, and if we’re lucky, we find someone to help us explore them in safe ways. Evan and Thayer will do that, Cherilyn. I’d bet my business on that. Ask questions, and tell them if you’re feeling afraid or uncomfortable. They will not think less of you if you need to leave the club, okay? Now let’s look at shoes.”

Kari led her to the display, and Cherilyn had so much fun trying on what she’d always thought of as “come-fuck-me pumps” that she pushed aside her misgivings and concentrated on finding just the right heels to go with her dress. Kari was right. Tomorrow night might be overwhelming, but Evan and Thayer wouldn’t make her do anything she didn’t want to do. They’d told her that. She was going to have a fantastic time.

Cherilyn couldn’t stop staring at the sight of Thayer in full leather pants and an open leather vest. She’d seen his body naked that night at the gym, but somehow the leather enhanced his impressive muscles and made him look even more dangerous than he normally did. Her pussy actually contracted as soon as she opened her front door and gaped at him.

Thayer crossed the threshold and closed the door behind him, eyeing her from head to toe. “Holy shit, Cherilyn. That is sexy as hell. If Evan wasn’t waiting at the club for us, I’d say the heck with it and suggest we simply stay here.”

“Thank you.” She wanted to say something else, but her throat was dry and all rational thought seemed to have permanently left her brain. “You look…wow. I don’t know what to say.”

His grin nearly forced a moan from her. “I’m glad you like it. Standard club wear. Although sometimes I wear a tank top instead.” He held out his hand. “Are you ready to go?”

She nodded, grabbed her bag, and took his hand. He opened the passenger door of his Porsche and she slid inside, inhaling the scent of leather and gawking at the dashboard.

“Do you like it?” He started the engine and pulled out of her driveway.

“I’ve never been in one before.”

“I thought it might be fun for you to drive though town in it, which is why I suggested to Evan that we meet him there.”

She swiveled in her seat to face him. “And what did Evan say about that? Did he tease you about wanting to show off your car for me?” Thayer’s obsession with his Porsche was a long-running joke at the gym. It didn’t help that he had a license plate with “Dr. Bod” on it. Thayer had a PhD in exercise physiology, which is the excuse he used for the vanity plate. He said it was good advertising for the gym.

He chuckled. “Seriously? You’re going to give me shit about that tonight? Are you trying to give me an excuse to flog your pretty ass in public?”

Cherilyn had to suck in a deep breath to keep from passing out. Between her raging hormones, the way he looked, and what he’d just said, she was ready to straddle the gearshift and beg him to spank her until she cried. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“That’s better.”

“Thayer, may I ask you some questions?”

“Of course.”

“I’m…I don’t know how to say this. I feel so out of my element. I don’t know what to do, or what to say, or…I don’t know. I’m afraid I’m going to make an ass of myself tonight, and you and Evan will think I’m too silly or something.”

He stopped at a red light, and after giving her a long, searching look, pulled over to the curb and put the car in park. “Come here.”

She leaned over the console as much as possible and took comfort from his arm around her.

“Now you listen to me, Cherilyn Barker. Evan and I have been lusting after you since you started working out at our gym. But out of respect for Chuck we left you alone. Do you have any idea how excited we are about this? We have the chance to help you explore everything you’ve ever fantasized about, and the chance to teach you how to be a sub, if that’s what you decide you want. And as if that weren’t enough, we happen to really enjoy your company.”

Her breath caught in her throat as she stared up into those stormy eyes.

“Don’t worry tonight about what to do, or what to say, or anything. Address us each as ‘Sir,’ and we’ll sort out the rest as we go, okay? A club can be overwhelming the first time you go. But it can also be exhilarating and freeing. We’re experienced Doms. We’ve had subs with no prior training and who had never set foot in a club, and we’ve had subs more experienced than we were. This isn’t only about tying you up and paddling you. Give yourself time to get used to everything, okay?”

“Kari said the same thing. That this lifestyle is more than that.”

He smiled. “Kari Tye is an intelligent woman. You two were good friends in school, right?”

“Yes, we were. I bought the dress and shoes at her shop.”

“And it’s great that you talked to her about this. But I want you to know that you can always come to me or Evan with any questions or concerns, okay?”

“Okay. Thank you, Thayer.”

He kissed her tenderly, and then he pulled her close and held her for a long time.

* * * *

Once inside Maddox’s house, the confidence she’d felt after talking to Thayer disappeared. For one thing, Maddox’s home looked like a museum and she was afraid to walk on the floor let alone touch anything. Evan was waiting for them in the foyer, and asked how she’d enjoyed the ride in “The Bodmobile.” That had her laughing, but the warning look on Thayer’s face snapped her back to reality.

They were in the house now. Time to act like a submissive. She took his offered arm and linked the other one in the crook of Evan’s elbow. “You look so sexy,” Evan whispered.

“Thank you, Sir. And I love the way you both look in leather.” Evan was wearing nearly identical pants and a vest, but he also had on a braided leather bracelet, and his clothing had fewer studs on it than Thayer’s. And of course he wore a cowboy hat. A dark brown one this time with leather trim.

They led her to a set of double doors at the end of the hallway and a man opened them. Cherilyn crossed the threshold and glanced around. They were on the top of three carpeted steps that led to a large room. A few people stood in small groups, but most were engaged in play. The air in the room was surprisingly cool, and she caught a whiff of leather mixed with the musky scent of sex.

“Deep breaths,” whispered Thayer.

She took several and it did help. As she scanned the room, her eyes grew accustomed to the low light, and while she still felt a bit intimidated, the sight of all that equipment in use made the air around her feel charged. It was exciting to be here, and she suddenly wanted to be part of it.

“Ready?” asked Evan, watching her face carefully.

She smiled up at him. “Yes, Sir. I am.”

He stole a quick glance over her head, and then he gazed into her eyes again. “Do you want to walk around and observe, or should we find a corner and play? Your call, Cherilyn.”

She didn’t hesitate because she knew if she did, she’d overanalyze it and lose her nerve. “I’d like to play, Sir.”

Evan surprised her by giving her shoulder a quick squeeze. “Thank you.”

On their way to an unoccupied corner containing a bench with a leather pad and several arms with large rings attached to them, Cherilyn was introduced to Maddox McCree. She knew who he was but had only passed him in town or spotted him at City Hall once in a while.

“Welcome to my club.” Maddox was dressed in an outfit similar to Thayer’s, and he projected an aura of sexy confidence.

“Thank you…um…” She suddenly realized she’d forgotten to ask if she was supposed to call every Dom “Sir.”

“You may address others by their given names,” said Thayer.

“Thank you, Maddox. It’s amazing in here.”

Thayer steered her away and toward the bench. “In the future, you’ll keep your eyes downcast when you speak to other Doms in our presence, and you will only answer direct questions.”

“I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t know.”

Thayer’s gaze softened. “Cherilyn, I know you didn’t know. And you don’t have to apologize every time we give you an instruction, okay? It’s simply part of your training. I’m sure Maddox appreciated your comment. You don’t seem overwhelmed now that we’re here.”

“I am a little, but you both make me feel so comfortable. Not like I don’t belong or something.”

“You belong as much as any of us does,” said Evan.

“Thank you, Sir.”

She glanced around the room again. A woman close to them was bent over a similar bench, her bare ass hanging in the breeze. The man standing next to her was striking her with a flogger. Cherilyn only knew what it was because after she’d picked out her shoes, Kari had taken her around the shop and explained every toy, and a few other things. Cherilyn had confessed to Kari that she didn’t want to feel stupid if they mentioned something at the club and she had no idea what it was.

“Do you like the look of that?” asked Thayer.

Embarrassed that they’d caught her staring, she couldn’t meet his eyes. “Yes, Sir.”

Thayer reached into his bag and pulled out a long flogger with thin, navy-and-black strips. “This stings, because the strips are thin. It will feel similar to the spanking we gave you, and what the resistance bands felt like, but because we can swing it from further back, it hurts more. You ready?”

The sight of Thayer holding that flogger sent a shock wave of desire racing through her body. Her breath came in short gasps. This was what she’d waited for. It’s what her secret fantasies and darkest dreams had been filled with. Being with Thayer and Evan had filled her waking thoughts since she’d started working out at The Fit Bod. Did it matter whether they were alone in a locked gym at night, or this amazing room where the sights and sounds of men and woman experiencing the sweet combination of pain and pleasure invaded her senses?

No. It did not. She was here, with them, and she wanted this. “Yes, Sir. I am ready.”

Cherilyn draped her body over the bench like they’d explained. Evan pulled out leather cuffs and fitted them around her wrists and ankles. Then they attached the cuffs to the arms on the bench, and to the bench below. The result was that her forearms rested on pads and her legs were spread about a foot apart, and all four limbs were restrained against the device.

“It has a neck collar as well,” said Thayer, close to her ear, “but we’re going to dispense with that for now. I don’t want to scare you.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“And to keep things simple for you, I’m going to give you two safewords. You will use ‘yellow’ if you are afraid of something, or unsure about something, or if you need us to reposition you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You will use ‘red’ to mean that you want us to stop immediately, whatever the reason, no questions asked. Is that agreeable?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Both men moved behind her. She tried to twist around to see what they were doing and met Thayer’s stern gaze. “If you do that again I will use the neck collar, Cherilyn. Face forward and eyes on the floor.” He gave her left ass cheek a hard smack, and even though it was through the dress, she flinched. “Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

One of them lifted her dress, and she bit her lip, though whether from arousal or anticipation, she wasn’t sure. Perhaps it was a combination of both? “This is nice.” Evan’s voice washed over her, deep and smooth. “Her ass cheeks are exposed, and look, a zipper.”

“Oh, very nice,” said Thayer, brushing his fingers along the zipper in front, and curving them around to her ass crack. “We’re pleased, Cherilyn.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

They left her dress up and began to massage her ass cheeks, slapping them every few seconds. It felt like they were both touching her and spanking her, and that only added to her arousal. She had wondered if being in public with them would inhibit her ability to enjoy anything sexual, but she’d been wrong. The sounds around her fed her excitement rather than hindered it. She was one with the others in the room, experiencing something special, erotic, and raw.

Gradually, their spankings became more intense, and soon she had a nice burn going. She heard the whistle of the flogger a split second before the first strike landed on both ass cheeks at once, forcing a loud yell from her. Thayer hadn’t been kidding. While it was a stinging sensation similar to a hand or the resistance bands, it was also far more biting. This wasn’t playtime. This was serious shit.

Evan came into her line of vision on the right side and slightly in front, and then knelt down so that she could see his face. “You’re doing fine,” he said gently. “Remember to use a safeword if you need do. We won’t be upset.”

She could only nod as another three strikes landed on her ass in quick succession. All the times she’d watched and admired Thayer doing one-arm push-ups or chest presses came flooding back to her. Surely those impressive muscles were part of the reason this hurt so fucking much.

Evan reached underneath and brushed his hands across her breasts. His touch sent another wave of desire straight to her soaking wet pussy. “I love this dress,” he said, “but next time wear something where we can get to your breasts easier, okay?”