Peyton could respond.
Chapter 7
A warm tongue batting at her left nipple followed by strong suction pulling at it was the next thing Sasha was aware of. Taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes and found Gavin kneeling beside the couch, his head at her breast.
“Mmmm,” she sighed as she shifted, trying to stretch tired, sore muscles.
“Feel good, little lamb?”
“Uh-huh,” she moaned as he slid a warm hand up her belly to cover her left breast.
“It’s time to wake up, cupcake,” Peyton’s voice rumbled softly under the ear pressed to his chest. “We want to show you some of the things that go on here and see what you might want to try in the future.”
She whined a sound of protest when Gavin’s attention left her breasts. With eyes still closed, she sat up and lifted her arms over her head, stretching everything from her butt up. She jumped when very masculine, very dominant, almost animalistic sound broke the silence around her. Opening her eyes, she looked from Gavin to Peyton and back. Both men looked at her as if she were a plate of extra crispy bacon and they had not eaten in a week.
Still a little groggy, but wanting to tease them a little more, Sasha slipped off the couch and knelt on the floor in the position they had taught her. Looking from one man to the other, she threw her shoulders back just a little more than necessary.
“Sirs, may I please put my dress on the way it is meant to be worn?”
She waited as the men exchanged a glance before both turned and looked across the rest of the room. Then they nodded.
“Yes, cupcake, you may,” Peyton added as he pushed up from the couch and stretched himself. “Do you also need to use the restroom?”
“Yes, Sir, that would be nice,” she responded as her overfull bladder twinged with pain.
It took her a moment before she decided the best way to straighten out the chemise was to take it off, untangle it, and then put it on again.
So she did.
It only took a minute and she was so focused on the task she did not realize until she pulled the silky material down her body that Gavin and Peyton had moved to stand between her and the rest of the room, once again concealing her behind a human wall.
Once the slip was back in place, Gavin took her hand and escorted her to the restroom. “Don’t be long,” he said, brushing a kiss across her lips before stepping back. “I’ll be right here waiting for you.”
After using the facilities, she was washing her hands when two women came in. From what she had learned from talking to her Sirs their bare feet indicated they were subs. From the lack of collars around their necks, she knew they were also single, or uncollared as Gavin put it. They were both very thin and muscular with long hair and perfect makeup. They wore thongs and matching bras that barely covered anything. Even wearing the silk chemise, Sasha felt outclassed, even if she did have two men occupying her evening.
They hurried to the stalls and closed themselves in and began to talk. Sasha was shocked to find herself the subject of their conversation.
“Did you see that cow Master Peyton and Master Gavin are testing out tonight?” one of the women said.
“Yeah. Wonder where they picked her up from?” the other one responded.
“Trina said she works at the bakery downtown.”
“Oh, well, that explains all that extra weight. But what do they see in her? They’ve never played with a fat girl before.”
Sasha’s heart imploded as she listened to the two women. They were voicing the questions she herself had not been brave enough to think about.
Why had Gavin and Peyton chosen her?
Looking in the mirror, she forced herself to look down her round, curvy body to which the blue silk chemise clung. Her stomach knotted painfully at the thought that the men were only playing with her, using her for an evening’s entertainment. But then she acknowledged, that was what this place was all about, wasn’t it? Playing with and
Heloise Belleau, Solace Ames