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

four people. He slowly lowered until her ass connected with the granite counter in between two sinks with gold fixtures.
    Master Barry had followed them into the room, and as Master Turner turned the faucets on and checked the water temperate, he pulled his T-shirt over his head. She salivated as his muscled shoulders and pectorals and his ripped abs came into view. Unconsciously licking her lips, she followed his hand down to the fastening on his jeans.
    “What are you doing?”
    Master Turner spun around and looked at her. “Are you allowed to question a Dom, little sub?”
    “No, Sir.”
    “Good girl.” Master Turner then removed his T-shirt.
    Charlie wanted to jump off the counter, go over to both men, and touch them. She wanted to run her hands all over them. She wanted to touch their hard bodies and warm skin, and she wanted to lick them all over.
    “You’d better stop looking at us like that, Charlene. You are in no condition for any loving.”
    Charlie perused Master Barry’s naked body. Moisture dripped from her pussy, and her internal muscles clenched. They were both such handsome and sexy men, Charlie was having a hard time concentrating with all that buff, bronze skin in front of her.
    She drew in a gasp when Master Barry scooped her up into his arms and stepped into the tub. He had removed the rest of his clothes while she had been studying his gorgeous body, and as he sat down with her on his lap, Master Turner stepped into the tub and sat at their side.
    “What…”
    “Shh, little sub, just sit back and relax while we take care of you.” Master Turner picked up a sponge and squirted some bath gel onto it. He picked up her arm and began to wash her, while Master Barry held her still with an arm around her waist.
    The more Master Turner attended to her, the more her libido stood up and took notice. Charlie’s breasts and nipples engorged, the peaks turning into hard tips. Her pussy clenched and released cream, begging to be filled. When Master Turner ran the sponge over her lower belly and then down to her sex, Charlie pushed her hips up involuntarily. The action had been so instinctive it was as if her body had taken over.
    “Barry, sit on the edge and take her with you.”
    Master Barry lifted her with ease so that they both sat on the edge of the tub. Her legs were over his, and when he splayed his thighs, hers were spread wide open. Then Master Turner was washing between her legs with the soap-slick sponge. He was gentle but thorough. Starting at the top of her slit, he lightly rubbed her clit and then down through her delicate folds.
    “Hmm, you smell so sweet,” Master Turner said in a deeper voice than usual. “I can’t wait to make love with you again.”
    “Ooh,” Charlie groaned as he washed around her pussy hole and then pushed until a tiny bit of the sponge edged just inside her.
    “You like that, don’t you, baby? I have to have a taste of that sweet cream.”
    The two men brought her back into the water and rinsed her off. Soon she was sitting on a towel, back on the edge of the tub with both men kneeling before her. Master Turner kept his gaze pinned on hers as he lowered his head. With the first swipe of his tongue through her moist labia, he growled against her flesh, sending vibrations running through her pussy and causing her clit to throb with need.
    Master Barry reached up and took one of her nipples between his finger and thumb and pinched firmly while he got up onto his knees. He sucked the other nipple into his warm, wet mouth. Charlie sobbed and arched her chest and then her hips up for more of their touch.
    Then Master Turner laved the tip of his tongue over her clit and rimmed her pussy hole. Charlie was so overwhelmed with pleasure she didn’t know whether to push them away or beg for more.
    When Master Barry released her nipple with a pop, he then leaned up and covered her mouth with his own. He ate at her lips, sucking on her tongue and lips rapaciously. She