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  Club Esoteria 9

  Two Sirs for Sasha

  Sasha McCoy is caught posting a sign in the men’s room at Club Esoteria. She is hoping to meet a Dom who could help her heal from past abuse from her ex-husband and father. The last thing she expects is to be claimed by Gavin Wellings and Peyton Davenport.

  Gavin and Peyton are best friends, business partners, and Dominants. They are looking for a submissive woman able to share their passion and enthusiasm for the D/s lifestyle. Finding a female submissive in the men’s room posting an advertisement that begins "Dom Wanted," they think they might have found the woman of their dreams.

  Will Sasha be able to pass their tests? Will she submit her happiness to them? Can they keep their pace slow and easy as they teach her how to be their submissive?

  Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre

  Length: 26,009 words

  TWO SIRS FOR SASHA

  Club Esoteria 9

  Cooper McKenzie

  MENAGE AMOUR

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

  www.SirenPublishing.com

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  TWO SIRS FOR SASHA

  Copyright © 2012 by Cooper McKenzie

  E-book ISBN: 978-1-62241-918-0

  First E-book Publication: November 2012

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  DEDICATION

  To all those who asked, begged, and demanded another visit to Club Esoteria.

  TWO SIRS FOR SASHA

  Club Esoteria 9

  COOPER MCKENZIE

  Copyright © 2012

  Chapter 1

  “What the hell are you doing in here?”

  Sasha McCoy gasped and froze. The deep-as-a-well-in-the-desert voice did not belong to her uncle, who was supposed to be guarding the door. Needing a moment to think, she finished smoothing the tape to the wall just above and between the restroom’s two urinals.

  Knowing she could no longer ignore him, she turned only her head and upper body toward the door behind her. A big, hot, sexy-looking man who radiated power with each breath stood just inside the doorway. He stared at her as if she was a visitor from another planet and not just a woman in the men’s room.

  He was big, tanned, gorgeous, and looked like he worked hard for all the rippling muscles his bare chest under the open black leather vest showed off. Sasha swallowed hard, but did not have a plausible explanation for him.

  Antony was supposed to keep everyone out until she had posted her signs and slipped out the back door. After all, that was what half uncles were for, wasn’t it? To keep her out of trouble such as this while helping her fulfill her deepest desires, no matter how crazy the rest of the family thought she was?

  “Well? Look me in the eye as you answer me, girl,” the man demanded, growing impatient at her extended silence.

  Sasha’s gaze rose to meet eyes the color of blue ice as her pussy clenched at his authoritative tone. A shiver raced through her before she looked at the rest of his face. His jet-black hair was cut short and neatly styled, accentuating the strong lines of his face. Her pussy wept as she realized this was exactly the kind of man she was looking for.

  “Um, well, you see,” she stammered.

  Her brain went blank instead of coming up with an excuse that would not have him rolling on the floor with laughter right before he had her thrown her out of the club. If that happened, Jenna might be so upset she could give Club Esoteria’s business to another catering company. Then she would have to face her father, who would be more upset over the lost contract than her being caught in the men’s room posting a “Dom Wanted” sign.

  With an impatient huff, her inquisitor stalked toward her. Blinking, her gaze dropped to his bare chest. If only she had the guts to reach out and touch the tanned flesh. But she knew that was the last thing a submissive looking for a Dominant to take her under command should do. Such a bold move might get her strung up and spanked by anyone with a yen to do so.

  The man moved so close his cologne wrapped around her, causing her nipples to leap to attention as well. She lifted her gaze back to his face. He stared down at her with a blank, unreadable expression. He stopped with only inches between them. He held her gaze for another few long seconds before reaching over her shoulder to pull down the sign she had just taped there.

  As he read it, the backbone she thought had been ground into dust by her ex-husband snapped back into place. “Where is Antony? Why didn’t he stop you from coming in here?”

  “Silence,” the man growled. His dark-as-a-moonless-night voice flowed through her, melting her momentarily willfulness like ice in the heat of a North Carolina summer.

  Sasha snapped her jaw shut in response to his order as the clenching between her legs squeezed even tighter. Arousal like nothing she had ever felt before rolled through her. No one had ever brought her to this level of sexual hunger with just a few words.

  He read her lengthy notice, and then, without a word, folded it and slid it in
to the back pocket of his jeans. Though Sasha could not imagine what he was planning to do with it, she was fairly certain she did not want to hang around to find out.

  As if reading her mind, the big man wrapped the fingers of one large hand around her upper arm, stopping her before she could make good on the thought of escape.

  “Let me go,” she said, trying to tug her arm from her grip.

  Instead of releasing her, the man turned to the closest urinal. Using his free hand, he opened his jeans and pulled his cock out. Apparently he did not care that she was standing right beside him. Turning her head in embarrassment, she slammed her eyes closed, wishing she had thought through her decision to advertise for a Dom for another twenty-four hours before acting on it.

  When he finished, the man released her arm in order to do up the fastenings of his jeans. She immediately took a step toward the door.

  “One more step and I’m going to strip you naked, paint you purple, and tie you to the St. Andrew’s Cross next to the bar with a sign that offers your ass to anyone who wants to take a swing at it.”

  She froze midstep and turned to stare at him. “You wouldn’t dare.”

  “Try me,” he said with a look that made her will to argue melt and her legs go weak.

  He stepped around her to the sinks along the far wall where he took his time thoroughly washing and drying his hands. Then he turned to her. Planting his feet shoulder-width apart and setting his hands on his hips, he stared at her. His imposing pose had Sasha trembling and wondering what was going to happen next.

  The hard look on his face and the air of total control that whirled around him like a tornado held her frozen in place. She knew instinctively that he would do it. He was a Dom and in charge and would do exactly what he had threatened just to prove that to her.

  Suddenly self-conscious and scared to death, Sasha dropped her gaze to the floor and then went further and bent her head forward far enough she was staring at the toes of her own sneakers. She noticed jelly smeared across the left one and made a face. So much for making a good impression on the members of Club Esoteria.

  Maybe she should give up on her search for something more in her life and just be content with living in the closet-size apartment above her family’s bakery. She could focus on growing the catering side of the business. There, at least, she understood the rules. At the shop her father was in charge and his word was law.

  It was the rest of her life where the trouble lay.

  All at once, tears filled her eyes and she began to cry, mourning the life she wanted but had no clue how to go about building for herself.

  “Look at me, girl,” the man ordered. His voice was full of power, yet somehow gentler than before as if he understood her suddenly overwrought emotions.

  She shook her head, afraid to look at him for fear of breaking down completely. Maybe if she continued to stare at the floor and pretended she was invisible, he would give up and leave her alone. Then she could pick up the shards of her shattered pride before slipping out the back door to her truck.

  She would even promise to never again set foot in the club’s main room if that was what he wanted. She could deliver the food trays to the kitchen and let someone else take over from there.

  Sasha was so lost in thought that when a large, warm hand slid around the back of her neck, she jumped and squeaked in surprise. Her breathing was coming way too fast, and though she was pretty sure she would not like whatever he was about to do to her, she did not fight him.

  Her head still bent, she watched his other hand come up between them and cup her chin. He lifted her head until it tilted back on her neck and she was looking up more than half a foot into his pale-blue eyes. Only this time they were deep and warm as the North Carolina sky on a clear spring day.

  He looked interested. Very interested. In a way that had Sasha shifting where she stood, rubbing her thighs together to put almost the right amount of pressure on the perfect spot on her clit. For the first time ever she was racing toward an orgasm without the assistance of toys, fingers, or large amounts of alcohol.

  “You’re too innocent looking to come up with that advertisement all by yourself. Who put you up to this?” he asked, leaning closer in a way that was surprisingly nonthreatening considering the situation.

  Moving both hands to her shoulders, he closed the inches between them and kissed her. With the first brush of his lips over hers, Sasha thought she felt something broken in her spirit heal. She had never been daring when it came to sex and men before and was not sure where the bravery came from to talk Antony into helping her write up the notice of what she was looking for in not only a man, but also a Dom.

  Feeling aggressive and needing more, she parted her lips under his, extended her tongue, and stroked it across his lower lip. Never before had she been this bold, but liked the thrill it sent through her sex. From the hitch in the man’s breathing, he apparently felt something as well.

  Tilting her head a little more, she traced the seam of his lips, needing to taste and explore. He opened his mouth, and his tongue greeted hers. They danced from his mouth to hers and back again, tasting, teasing, testing, but then he took control and guided their oral mating. As the kiss heated up, his hands eased their way down her spine to cover and massage the cheeks of her ass, lifting her pelvis into his. She gasped into his mouth when she felt a long, thick, hard cock.

  If he had said the word, she would have allowed him to do anything he wanted to her right there in the men’s room. Instead, she jumped and bit her own tongue when the door slammed into the wall as someone pushed through it.

  “Peyton, what the hell’s keeping you? I’m starving,” a rough, smoke-and-whiskey voice grumbled.

  Chapter 2

  Though the woman in his arms stiffened and tried to pull away, Peyton Davenport shifted his hands to hold her securely as he continued tasting the most luscious mouth he had seen in ages. His cock throbbed and wanted to do more than just kiss this woman who was apparently looking for a Dom to call her own.

  After another minute, he lifted his head and looked over his shoulder at the intruder. Like him, Gavin Wellons, his partner in business and more, was tall, built, and dominant. If either of them had swung that way, he was certain they would get along well in bed as well, but they both were straight arrows, preferring women as their sexual partners. The same woman, when they could find one willing to take on two very dominant men.

  Like him, Gavin was dressed for an evening of fun and games Club Esoteria–style in tight-fitting jeans and a black leather vest. Since their meeting with the club owners had ended early, they planned to go out for dinner before returning in the hopes of meeting a submissive woman to share the evening with.

  Peyton turned so his best friend and business partner could see the woman in his arms.

  His friend’s eyes widened, and he smiled with interest. “Well, hello there. Do you know you’re in the wrong room? The ladies’ is next door.”

  “She’s not here to use the facilities, Gavin. I caught her posting a notice on the wall,” Peyton answered, turning back to look again at the silent woman who remained motionless in his arms.

  “What kind of notice?”

  “The kind that would get her in a lot of trouble if the wrong man saw it. Thankfully I got here first.”

  “She looks sweet enough to eat,” Gavin said. “What are you going to do with her?”

  Peyton nodded in agreement. She was indeed sweet enough to eat. And would be a pleasure to dominate, that is, if she was serious about the notice she had just posted. “I think maybe you and I should give her a few lessons in being careful about what you ask for,” he answered.

  “What’s she asking for?”

  He watched her eyes grow wide as he pulled her “Dom Wanted” sign from his pocket and passed it to his friend. The other man unfolded it, read it, then refolded it and slid it into his own back pocket. He then looked Sasha up and down with a different, darker light in his eyes.
r />   “I think you’re right. We are just the men she’s looking for. That is, if you’re interested?”

  Peyton slid his hands down her arms, then shifted his hold to her hips before stroking his way up her sides until his palms were cupping the sides of her breasts. “Before we decide anything, we need to talk to Jenna and get her okay on us taking this sweet thing under our command. Apparently Antony is somehow involved.”

  The woman opened her mouth as if planning to argue. Peyton raised one eyebrow at her, and she snapped it shut without making a sound. Maybe Jenna would want to hear her explanation, but he was more interested in seeing what she was hiding under her baggy clothes.

  “If Jenna doesn’t know about this, sounds like Antony’s going to get punished,” Gavin said with a dark chuckle before stepping up to stand next to Peyton and pinning her with his holly-green eyes. “What’s your name, little one?”

  * * * *

  It took a moment for Sasha to realize someone had asked her a question. Her body was reacting so strongly to their voices her erect nipples, wet pussy, and throbbing clit distracted her.

  When a hand came up and tapped the tip of her nose, she blinked and refocused on the two men who were staring at her, obviously waiting for an answer.

  “I’m sorry, what did you ask?”

  “What’s your name, little one?”

  “Sasha McCoy,” she answered without thinking.

  “I’m Gavin Wellons, and this is Peyton Davenport. You may call us Sir or Master Gavin and Master Peyton,” the newcomer instructed.