Free Pleasing Her Racy Doms [Racy Nights 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Tara Rose Page A

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.”

Chapter Nine
     
    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,