Two Sirs for Sasha [Club Esoteria 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (5 page)

Peyton nodded. “Sounds good to me. All right, cupcake. For your next lesson, you will learn the proper positions for standing and kneeling when with your Masters.”

Sasha nodded.

“While each Dom has his own preferences, you will be learning ours. When standing, you will stand tall with your shoulders back. Your heels will be about a foot apart with your feet angled out. Hands should be held at your sides and relaxed,” Peyton said. His voice was soft, but his words sounded more like a drill instructor than a man who had just given her the best orgasm of her life.

Sasha looked at her feet and adjusted her footing. Then she positioned the rest of her body before lifting her head and looking at the men.

“Relax your shoulders, little one,” Gavin said. “You should be comfortable standing in this position all day without pain or fidgeting.”

Taking a deep breath and releasing it slowly, Sasha focused on her shoulders, realizing the muscles there were knotted tight. Another deep breath and with the release of tension, she felt her shoulders drop at least an inch. Now, except for wanting to cover her nakedness from their gaze and all who walked by on their way to the restrooms, she was fairly comfortable.

“How does that feel, cupcake?”

“Good. It feels good, Sir,” she answered honestly, sounding a little surprised.

“Okay, the next position is kneeling,” Gavin said with a smile.

Following their instructions, Sasha found herself on the floor facing them. They instructed her to spread her knees so far apart that she could feel air wafting over her clit and gaping pussy. Instead of having her place her hands on her knees as she had read was the traditional position, they had her place them behind her back, bent at the elbows. This forced her shoulders back, displaying her tits prominently.

“Oh, God, that is so fucking beautiful,” Gavin said. He stood and walked around her, examining her from every angle.

Embarrassed to her toes at her body being so open and on display, Sasha dropped her face until she looked at the floor between her knees and the couch.

“Again, this is a pose you should be able to hold for hours if your Dom so chooses,” Peyton said. “Look at me, cupcake.” He waited until she lifted her head before continuing. “Some Masters demand their pets keep their eyes down and never look them in the face. We want to see that sweet face, so you will keep your eyes on ours unless otherwise instructed.”

“Yes, Sir.”

She lifted her face to find Gavin standing right in front of her. Dropping her head back, she looked up the front of his body to find him smiling down at her with naughty intention visible in his eyes. His erection pressed at the front of his jeans just inches from her lips, making her look forward to see what he was packing.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw several people walk by. When someone stopped, she tried to look out of the corner of her right eye to see who was watching. As if he knew what she was thinking, Peyton moved to stand between her and the rest of the room. His unbuttoned and half-zipped jeans drew her eyes. Looking up to his face, she licked her lips in anticipation.

“You look beautiful sitting there, little one.”

She blinked and returned her full attention to Gavin. Her cheeks burned with the compliment. Her nipples tightened further as she watched him stroke a hand down the front of his body to cover his jeans-covered cock and balls. “Thank you, Sir.”

“When we start training a submissive, we alternate lessons of new information with tests of prior knowledge and experience,” Peyton said.

She turned her look at him. She had to swallow to keep from panting and drooling as he slid both his hands down his naked chest and belly to the open waistband of his jeans. Hooking his thumbs into the loosened material at his hips, he widened the V of open fly, but not far enough for his cock to make an appearance.

“So, cupcake, you’ve passed your second lesson with flying colors. Are you ready for your next test in submission?”

Sasha fisted her hands behind her back. She wanted so badly to tackle Master Peyton and tear his jeans off to get to the large bulge hidden behind the fly.

Swallowing hard, she had to lick her suddenly dry lips before whispering, “Yes, Sir.”

For a moment, Peyton resented the restrictions Jenna had placed on them. In the next one, he changed his mind. So far, the woman kneeling at their feet was proving to be everything they were looking for in a submissive. Without the no-intercourse restriction they had agreed to, they would already have her upstairs in one of the private rooms and would stay there until they got kicked out. And while that would be all fine and well, learning more about her outside the bedroom was proving more enticing.

If they were having sex right now, he would then want to take her home, chain her to the king-size bed in their playroom, and never let her go. One glance at Gavin told Peyton that his best friend felt the same way. Now they only had to convince Sasha they were the men for her.

“Peyton? You okay?” Gavin asked when he had been silent for too long.

He blinked and looked at his friend then at the woman kneeling between them. “Sorry, thoughts drifted for a second. Okay, cupcake, we know you can kiss like an angel. But how well can you suck cock?”

He watched Sasha’s hips bucked with obvious arousal. She impressed him when she did not otherwise move, though he did notice that her hands were knotted into fists and her knuckles were white with the effort she was putting into restraining herself.

“I don’t know, Sir,” she admitted softly, dropping her gaze from his.

“Eyes up,” he ordered, adding a touch of steel to his voice. Immediately she lifted her eyes to meet his eyes again. “Why don’t you know, cupcake?”

He watched as she closed her eyes. He could tell she was digging for the strength to answer his question. Whatever she was about to share with them was major. Glancing at Gavin, he noticed the man was just aroused as he was. He also looked as concerned that they might be pushing their little pet too hard. But she had yet to balk at anything they asked of her, so he did not think that was the problem.

“My ex-husband was vanilla. Very vanilla. Like as vanilla as a vanilla bean,” she began softly. “We only had sex in missionary position and then only after he got drunk to get in the mood. I’ve only done it twice in my life, and that was years ago when I was in college. So I don’t know if I’m any good at…you know.”

“Sucking cock?” Peyton asked bluntly.

Sasha nodded then dropped her head so her chin rested on her chest. “I’m sorry.”

All at once it hit him. She had been repressed, first by her father and then her husband, so much so she had no idea what she was and was not capable of. She was innocent as a lamb and yet at the same time curious and adventurous enough to go looking for what she had figured out she needed.

“Say it,” Gavin ordered.

“Sir?”

“Say it. Say ‘I don’t know if I’m any good at sucking cock, Sir’.”

Sasha looked him to Gavin and back again as if wondering who she should address the statement to. She looked confused and a little afraid. Were they pushing her too hard?

Finally she took a deep breath. Looking straight into his eyes, she said softly, “I don’t know if I’m any good at sucking cock, Sir.”

“Good girl,” he said, reaching out to run his hand down the side of her face. His worry that she was ready to run lessened when she leaned into his touch.

He took a step closer, putting his pelvis and uncomfortably bound erection less than a foot from her full pink lips. Planting his feet shoulder-width apart for balance, he drew his zipper down the rest of the way. He watched her eyes drop to his crotch, anticipation filling her expression.

He shoved his jeans down his hips a few inches, and then reached inside. He sighed with relief as he straightened his erection. Watching Sasha closely, he fished his cock and balls out. Her gasp when she saw his nine-inch-long cock with the almost-purple head sent a shiver up his spine and caused his cock to twitch in response.

Now only a few inches separated the head of his cock from her lips. He had to fight the urge to lean forward and close the last distance. But he was in charge and had to show some control.

“Like what you see, little lamb?” Gavin said as he knelt down next to her.

“Yes, Sir,” Sasha said, licking her lips without looking away from Peyton’s cock. “It almost looks like an éclair.” She flicked to Gavin before returning her attention to his cock. “I used to suck the whipped cream out of éclairs when I was little. Daddy would get so upset.”

Peyton had to adjust his stance as Gavin looked from Sasha to his cock, to his face, and then back to Sasha. “You know, I think you’re right. But while an éclair is full of whipped cream, that cock is full of hot man cream.”

Peyton had to bite his lip to keep from grinning as Sasha giggled at Gavin’s smart-ass remark.

“So, sweet Sasha, would you like to suck the man cream out of Peyton’s éclair?” Gavin asked as he ran a hand down her spine.

“Yes, Sir,” she answered, sounding a little breathless and a lot aroused.

“Then have at it. And when you’re finished sucking him free of cream, you can suck on mine next.”

Sasha nodded without taking her eyes from Peyton’s cock.

Both men groaned when she licked her lips once more. Peyton took a breath and held it as she parted her lips and leaned closer. He hissed when she extended her tongue and traced his slit. He sighed when she swirled her tongue around the head, gathering and tasting the pre-cum that had leaked out and coated his skin.

He sucked another breath when her lips parted farther and she took the head of his cock into her warm, wet mouth. Her tongue bathed the entire head, sending heat pulsing throughout his body before it settled in his balls. He had been hard and needy since discovering her in the restroom. It would not take much for him to explode like a rocket.

As she took him deeper, Peyton had to lock his knees to remain on his feet. Her mouth felt so damn good as she slowly descended even farther, taking about half his length in. He had to grit his teeth to hold back his orgasm.

Needing to touch her, he speared his fingers through her hair, finding it soft and curly against his rough palms. He fought to hold his hips still and allow her to set the pace, but it was difficult.

He held onto his rapidly unraveling control for as long as he could. The gentle touch of soft cool fingers stroking his balls a moment later shredded the remainder of his composure. His fingertips tightened on her skull as his hips bucked. Electricity raced down his spine, filled his balls, and then shot the length of his cock as he came in several long, powerful pulsations.

When he regained control of his movements, Peyton eased his hold on her head but did not pull his cock from her mouth. Her tongue bathing felt too good to give up, even if Gavin was waiting.

His cock soon became too sensitive for touch, and he eased it from her mouth. Unable to feel his lower body, and still gasping for breath, he staggered the few steps to the couch and collapsed onto it.

“Oh my God,” he groaned.

* * * *

“Master Peyton, are you all right?” Sasha asked, concerned that she had hurt him.

“Oh, sweet cupcake, I am so much better than all right. You have no idea,” he responded with a happy, relaxed chuckle. “But Master Gavin is still hurting. Why don’t you see about easing his pain?”

“Yes, Sir,” Sasha said, smiling at the surge of confidence that filled her with the knowledge that Master Peyton had enjoyed himself.

She watched as he relaxed farther back on the couch before turning her attention to Master Gavin. “May I suck your cock now, Sir?”

He did not answer immediately. Instead he rose and walked across the sitting area to one of the club chairs. He paused long enough to open his jeans and shove them down past his hips, baring his cock and balls before he sat down.

“Crawl over here, pet. Then you can suck my cream. I’m not going to last long after watching what you just did to Peyton.”

Caught up in the joy of giving these men pleasure, Sasha did as ordered. She hesitated after just a few crawling steps when both men moaned.

“Don’t stop. Get yourself over here and suck my cock,” Gavin ordered through gritted teeth.

Moving faster she closed the distance, not stopping until she had crawled up the chair and was leaning over Master Gavin’s lap with her breasts resting on the seat between his widespread thighs. His cock was almost as long and even thicker than Master Peyton’s, and hard enough to pound diamonds into dust.

Her pussy clenched and her juices ran down her thigh at the thought of Master Gavin fucking her while she sucked on Master Peyton. Or the other way around. Or any way they wanted to take her, though she shied away from thinking about either one of them filling her ass.

Like she had done with Master Peyton, she took her time, licking and sucking on just the head before taking more of his length into her mouth. She only bobbed on what she could take in a few times before his hips began to lift and fuck his length deeper, hitting the back of her mouth and causing her to choke. She pulled back and swallowed on his length. Apparently that was just enough to pull his trigger.