Free Between Two Doms [Club of Dominance 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Becca van

bastard Dom by giving him lip. They might not want her working for them anymore. His reaction had been way over the top as far as she was concerned, but she was new to the lifestyle and didn’t know all the ins and outs of BDSM protocols. For all she knew she was the instigator of that little scene at the bar because she had stood up for herself. But maybe she wasn’t supposed to have said anything at all.
    “What are you thinking about, baby?” Master Barry’s voice drew her from her introspection.
    “Um, just the Dom who pulled me over the bar.” Master Barry studied her as if he knew she was omitting a lot of detail, but she wasn’t about to give him insight into how her brain and emotions worked. At least not yet. It was way too early.
    “Damn, you have the beginnings of bruises on your hips and thighs, and your knees have carpet burn.” Master Turner walked around her, looking her over. “Where else did he hurt you, Charlene?”
    “He ripped some of my hair out when he grabbed me.”
    “If Chad Hilton hadn’t already been kicked out and banned from the club, I would cheerfully go find him and beat the shit out of him,” Master Barry snarled angrily.
    Charlie lowered her gaze and bit her lip. Are they angry with me? Was I supposed to take the lewd stares and comments from the other Dom? Are they going to fire me now?
    “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
    “Why are you sorry, Charlene?”
    Charlie lifted her head and met Master Turner’s eyes. “I’m sorry for the trouble I caused. I understand if you don’t want me working here anymore.”
    “Damn it, Charlie!” Master Barry exploded. He gripped her shoulders and gently turned her to face him, cupping her cheek so she was looking him in the eye. “You have nothing to be sorry for, little one. That asshole has been pushing his luck for months. Chad Hilton has had more complaints against him than the entire state senate. He treats subs with contempt, like they are there to be used for his own personal harem.”
    “Master Barry is right, Charlene. I have been looking for an excuse to ban that asshole for weeks. It was unfortunate you’re the one who had to suffer to get him ejected.” Master Turner had come around to stand next to Master Barry as he spoke. When she opened her mouth, he placed a finger over her lips and continued. “I’m not sorry I had to kick that fucker out. What I am sorry about is that he hurt you. We should never have left you alone. That was unforgiveable as far as I am concerned.”
    “It wasn’t your fault. You had Master Tank helping me out and watching over me.” Charlie reached out and took one each of their hands. “You couldn’t have known what he would do.”
    “No, we couldn’t, but you are under our protection. One of us should have been nearby.”
    “Hindsight is a wonderful thing. If we all could see into the future and stop ourselves from making mistakes or knew what each and every day held for us, then we would be very boring and jaded.”
    “She’s right, you know,” Master Barry said and clasped her hand a little tighter. “If we knew what life held for us, then there would be no excitement in our lives. None of us would learn from our errors or gain wisdom as we grew.”
    “And here I thought I knew what life was all about. When did you get to be so wise, baby?”
    Charlie shrugged, not sure how to answer that. She didn’t think she was super intelligent, but she knew she wasn’t dumb either.
    “I think you should have a bath.” Master Turner picked her up and carried her toward the hallway.
    Charlie wrapped her arm around his neck for balance. “You’re going to hurt yourself. I’m too heavy to carry. Put me down.”
    Master Turner ignored her until he had carried her into a large, opulent bathroom. She stared at the massive spa bath and then turned to look at the large glassed-in shower. There were lots of showerheads sprouting from the wall, and the cubicle was big enough for at least