Her Cowboy Doms [Pleasure, Texas 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 9

  She could take off and go somewhere else. Anywhere else. But she didn’t want to leave Destin and Paul.

  Which meant she was staying. It also meant she was working at the club.

  Might as well get the first night going.

  She stood, took another look at herself, then strode toward the door.

  Here goes nothing.

  * * * *

  An hour later, she was glad that she’d gone to work. Everyone was very friendly, from the members to the waitstaff to the bartenders. The place was packed with music playing loud enough to dance to, yet not so loudly that she couldn’t hear when someone spoke.

  With the help of the other waitstaff, which included both men and women, she picked up the job easily and had even started to enjoy it. It kept her busy so that she didn’t have time to think about the murder investigations going on without her.

  She picked up her next drink order, then held the platter in front of her with two hands as she headed to table number five. Catching a glimpse of Destin out of the corner of her eye, she tried not to let on that she knew he was moving toward her.

  “How’s it going, sugar?”

  She placed the drinks in front of a woman and a man dressed entirely in leather, their riding crops resting on top of the table. So far, she’d seen members dressed in regular clothes as well as those wearing animal costumes. Others wore collars and almost nothing else. But it was what the members did with each other that had thrown her at first. From what she’d seen, her stripping in the club had been nothing unusual.

  “I’m fine.” Why did she get wet as soon as either Paul or Destin came around her? They were both dressed in silk shirts with black jeans and boots. The silver belt buckles they wore shone under the lights flashing over the dance floor.

  “Remember, you’re a sub, but if anyone gives you a hard time, you just let Paul or me know. Or any of the other Doms. All you have to do is say the safe word. Whoever is bothering you will stop, and if he doesn’t, someone will come running.”

  She’d seen the men who stood apart from the crowd. They were big, powerfully built men, and aside from not participating in any of the activities, she doubted she would’ve known what they were if Barb, one of the other waitresses, hadn’t clued her in.

  “I can handle myself, sir.” She’d almost said master, but stopped. She wasn’t ready to use that word yet.

  He cleared his throat and leaned closer, flattening his hand against the small of her back. “I know you can. But wouldn’t it feel great to let someone else take care of you?” He kissed her cheek. “Paul and I and I want to be the ones to do that.”

  Was he asking permission or outright telling her? It was difficult to tell. “Okay.”

  Nonetheless, what he’d said along with the sweet kiss brought tears to her eyes. She hadn’t dated much, and not at all since the day that had changed her life, but when she had, she’d always felt like she was the stronger one in the relationship. Even the drill sergeant she’d dated two years earlier hadn’t taken the lead as she’d hoped he would.

  Destin’s craving for her was apparent in the way he perused her body. “You look amazing. Really sexy. I can’t wait to get you into bed.”

  She glanced around to see if anyone had overheard him. Judging by their smiles, a few had, but she found that she didn’t mind.

  “You’re going to love it here, sub.” Paul had come up behind her without her noticing.

  “If I stay, sir.” Was she calling him sir because she respected his authority as her boss? Or because of his strange power over her?

  “Better make up your mind soon. It’ll be time for the initiation soon enough.”

  “What is that, anyway?”

  Paul took her hand and squeezed it. “We’ll tell you when we think you’re ready. And don’t question me again. Not here or in the bedroom. Do you understand?”

  She dropped her gaze, suddenly shy. When had she ever been shy? “Yes, sir.”

  “Good. Another Dom might give you a punishment for questioning him, but I don’t like punishments for newbies. You’re still learning and it’s our place to teach you.”

  Destin shot a look at one of the members who was giving her hot, lustful glances. “Not all clubs do initiations, but our members like this kind of thing. We’re closer than other groups you might find in the big cities. That’s just the way it is in a small town like Pleasure.”

  “That doesn’t tell me much, sir.”

  Paul answered instead. “I’ll tell you this. You’ll either do what we tell you to do or you’ll leave. Better be sure you’re ready before the initiation begins.”

  She sucked in a breath when Paul edged his hand under her skirt. Putting a finger between her butt cheeks, he pulled her hair aside and kissed the back of her neck. “Bend over, baby.”

  “Here?”

  Destin took her tray and put it on the table. He stood in front of her and slid his hand under the halter top. “Whenever we want you, you will give yourself to us.” He took her shoulder and pushed her so that she had to bend over.

  Paul ran his finger into her butt crack, then found his way over the sensitive skin between her asshole and her pussy. “No underwear. Good. I’m glad to see that you listened.”

  Destin tracked his fingers through her hair, keeping it from falling over her face. “What does she feel like?”

  “Warm and wet. Just the way we like her.”

  Her pussy tightened, welcoming Paul’s touch. His touch made her insides twist like his fingers were a wrench tightening a screw that would one day break and release all its tension. She looked at the floor, her palms on her knees to keep her steady. Without checking, she knew the club members watched them. Aside from the music that still played, the silence told her that she was the object of everyone’s attention.

  Irritation flared in her. Why did everything have to be so damn public? Were they trying to humiliate her? Were they trying to make her leave?

  “Why are you doing this to me?” Although she’d whispered, her voice sounded all too clear and loud.

  “Are you saying you don’t like it? If so, use the safe word, baby.”

  “I don’t—”

  “Better tell the truth, sugar. Don’t ever lie.”

  Damn it. How did they know her better than she knew herself?

  “Do you like it or not?” Paul placed his hand in the middle of her back. “If you don’t, I’ll stop. But if you do, if you like what I’m doing and the fact that everyone is watching, then I’m going to keep going. Make up your mind. Now.”

  Although she couldn’t bring herself to lift her head and see everyone, she couldn’t lie, either. “No. I mean. I like it.”

  I’m a cop. I’m trained to be assertive and aggressive when I need to be. I’m always in charge, so why am I letting them do this? I should stand up and give them hell.

  Holy shit, but I love it.

  Her passion vetoed every argument that her mind screamed.

  Paul started rubbing her clit. For a moment, sheer delight rode her anger out as the intense lust consumed her. Her pussy clenched and more juices leaked onto his fingers. Amazingly, she bent lower, offering him better access to her pussy.

  “That’s it, baby. My hand is covered with your cream. Do you want me to fuck you, sub?”

  She couldn’t answer. Not after her swirling need had turned her mind to mush. All she could do was grit her teeth to keep from moaning.

  Destin eased to the side and yanked her skirt up to her waist. She gasped, then craned her head around to gawk at him. She was even more exposed than before.

  “Answer my brother, sugar.”

  She saw the quick movement of his hand a second before the sting of his slap struck her flesh. The moan she’d tried to hold back escaped.

  “Hey, buddy? Do you want a flogger?”

  It didn’t matter who had spoken. Before she knew it, Destin had taken hold of the flogger, then sent it flying to her ass. The soft leather strips swiped acr
oss her butt cheek, but they didn’t hurt. Not much. What little zip of pain they gave her changed into a rush of lust. Her heartbeat sped up. She fought to keep from begging him to hit her again.

  Paul’s finger drove into her pussy. His palm rubbed against her clit. Her body was no longer under her control. His caresses grew harder, pushing her to the edge. Then, without warning, his hand was gone.

  She almost fell forward in surprise, then was jerked back to a standing position. Destin tugged her skirt down as he slid the flogger down the back of her leg.

  They’re stopping? But why? Did I do something wrong?

  They’d brought her to the precipice of a climax and then left her hanging.

  Paul wrapped his arm around her, bringing her back to his chest. He held up his hand in front of her face. His fingers glistened with her wetness. “Lick my fingers, sub. You should know how sweet you taste.”

  “What?” Her voice was soft, but harsh. The idea of tasting her own juices was foreign, even taboo, yet intriguing.

  “You heard me. Don’t make me repeat my command.”

  “If she doesn’t want to, Paul, I’ll be glad to do it for her.”

  A leather-clad woman leaning against a man dressed in nothing but his open jeans grinned. “Or Master Bill will, if that’s what he wants.”

  Her male friend clutched her hair. “Damn straight I will. I haven’t tasted a newbie’s cream in a while now.”

  Georgia didn’t want that man or woman to touch her. Nothing about the idea appealed to her. Instead, knowing she wanted it as much as Paul did, she flicked out her tongue and dragged it across his fingers. The moans of a few others filtered around her.

  “All of it, baby.”

  Without hesitating this time, she took his fingers into her mouth and sucked. The sweet taste filled her mouth. Both the act and the flavor sent her juices sliding down her legs.

  “Good girl. Now get back to work.” Paul stepped away so fast that she was left feeling bereft and alone.

  Destin took her by the chin and gave her a quick, hard kiss. He smiled as he turned her loose, then spun on his heel to face the center of the room. “Hands off, everyone. She’s for Paul and me.”

  A few men groaned and mumbled complaints, but no one argued with him. Instead, the others went back to having their own kind of fun.

  “Remember the safe word, sugar. There’s no shame in using it if you need to.”

  She was left alone again, her mouth opened to respond even though she had no idea what she’d say.

  * * * *

  The next week passed so fast that Georgia barely noticed each new day. And the nights? The nights were glorious. Working at the club proved to be a wonderful change from police work. She didn’t have to think about what she did. Serving drinks and chatting with the rest of the waitstaff had turned out to be enjoyable. Her mood had lightened a lot since she’d left Atlanta. Although the nightmares still came, they’d grown shorter and less intense. If she awoke as she’d done almost every night since the murders, gripping the sheets in horror, her heart pounding out of her chest, it took less time for her to calm down. Thinking of Paul and Destin did the trick every time.

  She glanced around the interior of the dimly lit room, searching for them. Since her first night, they hadn’t spent much time with her, and none of that time had been alone. They’d caressed her, petted her again, even ordering her once more to strip in front of others, but she longed to have more time, more attention, more chances to please them.

  She placed drinks on the table of the couple who’d taken up one of the more secluded spots next to the walls. The areas were used for what she’d come to learn was called a “scene.” They barely noticed her. After waiting a moment for them to request something else, she hurried back to the bar to get her next round of drinks for a large group of men stationed at the round table on the other side of the room.

  She’d grown used to seeing people in various outfits or completely undressed. Public nudity wasn’t unusual, making her feel better about having done the same thing. The part that had thrown her was how much she liked getting naked in front of others. Especially when Paul or Destin played with her.

  Just then, she spotted them.

  Barb bumped against her as she came to her side and gave another drink order to Wilson, the bartender. “Are you ready?”

  “Am I ready for what?”

  “Your initiation.”

  Excitement took her breath away. She’d wondered if the men had forgotten about the initiation. Or worse, had changed their minds. “What’s it like?”

  Barb giggled. “It’s different for everyone. But trust me, you’re going to love it.”

  She wanted to ask more questions, but then Destin winked at her and followed Paul to the stage. When both men got to the center of it, Destin took the microphone one of the other subs handed him and the music suddenly died. Everyone stopped whatever they were doing and gave them their full attention.

  “Good evening, everyone.”

  A rumble of greetings answered Destin.

  “As most of you have heard by now, we have a new sub. Her name is Georgia.”

  Georgia sucked in a breath as every person in the room turned to stare at her. Why had he introduced her as a sub instead of a waitress? There was no way she’d be a sub to anyone but the Casing brothers.

  Wait. Did I just decide that I’m going to be their sub?

  Waitressing and playing around was one thing, but to officially commit to being a sub? Was she ready? She’d thought about it, but hadn’t come up with a definite answer. But the time for thinking was over.

  “Georgia, come here.”

  She started for the stage on stiff legs, paused, unsure of what she was doing, then made her decision and walked toward them. Going back to Atlanta wasn’t an option. Even if the captain would’ve allowed her to work on the murder cases, she doubted she could’ve left Paul and Destin behind. Not after having gotten to know them over the past few days. How they’d come to mean so much to her in that short a time was a mystery. Yet hadn’t she yearned for them for several months already?

  By the time she reached the stage, she was sure. She wanted to be their sub. Hell, she needed to be their sub.

  “Come with me.” Paul spoke louder. “Everyone who’d like to watch, you know where we’re going.”

  Destin took her hand and led her back the way she’d come, then down the hallway where a few people peeked their heads out of the numbered rooms.

  “Where are we going?”

  “You’ll see. Do you remember the safe word?”

  She stopped, then was tugged along with him. The mention of the safe word meant only one thing. “Are we going to do…something?”

  Paul strode past her to open the door at the end of the hallway. “You could say that.”

  She followed Paul and Destin outside and into a pasture behind the club. Although it was late, the moonlight lit up the area along with a couple of spotlights mounted on the back wall. June bugs danced around the lights.

  She glanced around, searching for another stage, but saw nothing but a big trough like those used to water the horses in the field. A platform, large enough for several people to sit on and hang their feet over the side into the water, ran around the far side of the trough.

  “I don’t understand. What do you want me to do, sirs?” She turned toward Paul and was stunned, yet very pleased to see that he was disrobing. The others formed a crowd around the trough. Destin already had his shirt off and was tugging his belt free.

  She almost forgot about the other people watching. Until now, she’d only guessed at the men’s physiques. The hard bodies she’d known they had were beyond her imagination. Muscles rippled and their skins were a light cocoa tan from hours in the sun. She’d hoped to see them on horseback soon, but as she stood there, her mouth watering as they revealed their long, curved cocks, she pictured them more as Greek gods. They were men with lean waists and wide shoulders. Their legs w
ere as large and as sturdy as the limbs of trees. The power they possessed by their confidence was matched only by the strength of their hard muscles.

  Unashamed of their bodies—and why should they be?— they took the steps leading up to the top of the water trough and eased their bodies over the side. Water sloshed, spilling over.

  “Take off your clothes, baby, and join us.”

  Until then, she hadn’t thought that she’d join them. “You want me to take off my clothes and get into a horse’s watering trough? Really, sirs?”

  Paul’s eyes flashed with irritation. “Georgia, if you want to leave, do it. But if you want to stay here and work in the club, if you want to stay with Destin and me, then do what I say and do it now.”

  “And never question us again.” Destin’s face had hardened as Paul’s had. “Come and learn how submissive you can be.”

  Only a few days ago, she would’ve been horrified at the idea of stripping in front of all those people. Instead, she’d found that she wasn’t. The opposite was true. She was titillated, excited so much that she was already feeling the wetness seep between her legs.

  “Now, Georgia. Choose.”

  The sound of Paul’s voice jerked her into activity. Bending over, and no doubt exposing her ass to the crowd standing behind her, she pulled off her boots. An appreciative murmur encouraged her.

  Her gaze met Destin’s, then Paul’s, as she reached behind her neck. With a quick push at the snap, she undid the strap on her halter top. The material fell to her rib cage.

  She was ready to commit to them, ready to claim them as her masters. Yet instead of making her feel less, her decision empowered her, giving her more confidence than she’d ever had. She needed them, realizing now that she’d wanted them from the moment she’d pulled their car over on that cold winter night. Nothing else mattered. Not her job and not even the murder case. Satisfying her men was what was important. If she made them happy, she’d find her own true contentment.