Between Two Doms [Club of Dominance 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free PDF Page B

the club are so damn needy, they’re more like slaves. Not that there is anything wrong with that, but that’s not what I’m looking for. I just wish they didn’t come after you and me so much. I’m getting sick of being alone though, Turner. We need to convince Charlie we are what she needs.”
    “I agree with you, Barry. I like her nickname and nearly slipped up by calling her that a few times, but I just couldn’t help myself when she practically demanded we call her by it.”
    “Shit, it is going to be a long thirty-odd hours.”
    “Yes it is, my friend. But as the saying goes, ‘patience is a virtue.’”
    “Yeah, but I don’t like her not being here where we can keep an eye on her. If she was here under our protection I could be as patient as a snail, but since she’s not I’m on damned pins.”
    “As am I, Barry.” Turner sighed and slapped his friend on the shoulder. “Let’s get to work. If we keep ourselves occupied then the time will go faster.”
    “Do you think we’ll be able to convince her to move in here? We can give her one of the spare rooms.”
    “One step at a time, my friend.” Although Turner was spouting out aphorisms, he was just as eager as Barry. Turner was very easygoing and patient and Barry the eager beaver, but this time he was just as zealous as his friend. He tamped down his thoughts and headed toward his office. Tomorrow night would be upon them before they knew it.
    God, I hope so!

Chapter Three
     
    Charlie eyed herself in the mirror. If she wasn’t so plump, she might have looked hot in the outfit Master Turner and Master Barry had given her to wear. When she studied her body, all she saw was bulges and cellulite. She wanted to rip the corset and skirt off and throw them away, but she needed this job and couldn’t afford to do anything which would get her thrown out of the club before she even started. And even though she wasn’t sure the clothes suited her, she was secretly glad the two Masters had ordered her to wear them.
    What is up with that? God, Charlie, since when do you like being told what to do or wear?
    She could hardly believe how she had reacted when the two Doms had started making demands and giving her orders. Her traitorous body had come to life and lit up for the first time in like forever. She never would have suspected that she liked being told what to do. Since being a teenager Charlie had learned to control nearly every aspect of her life, especially what clothes she wore as she tried to hide as much skin as she could. She glanced down at her legs. As far as she was concerned they were her best feature other than her hair.
    The first taste of the Dom/sub side of BDSM had been a rude awakening. She shivered with desire as she remembered Masters Barry and Turner’s low, commanding voices telling her what to do. Who would have thought that being told what to do could be such a turn-on? Another shudder ripped through her body at the thought of giving up all control to those two men. She was filled with nervous excitement but also trepidation. What are they going to do to me?
    Don’t worry about that now, Charlie. You need to get going.
    Slipping her feet into her red heels and giving one last critical look at herself, she sighed and turned away from the mirror. She hoped no one checked on the underwear rule either, because Charlie didn’t feel comfortable not wearing panties. Not having a bra was no problem since the corset kept her breasts in place and she wouldn’t be self-conscious about them jiggling everywhere. But to go without her undies was just not her style.
    Nothing was going to change, and there was nothing she could do about her fat body.
    She could hear her mother’s voice in her head whenever she glanced in a mirror. The disparaging comments had started when she wasn’t even in her teens and had continued until she was an adult. Charlie hardly spoke to her mom anymore because all she heard was derogatory aphorisms.
    Your ass