A Club Esoteria Wedding [Club Esoteria 11] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Cooper McKenzie

  Stepping out of the living room with her arms wrapped around her middle to hold her corset in place, she found both women looking unusually solemn given the occasion.

  “What’s wrong?” Whitney asked, her stomach clenching tight enough to eject the delicious lunch she had just eaten.

  Sloan smiled, but it was a falsely bright expression that looked forced. “Nothing’s wrong. Everything’s fine. Just fine.”

  Whitney knew better. “You’re lying. What’s wrong? Has something happened to Taurus?”

  Whitney watched as the cousins exchanged a glance before Jenna stepped in. “Sit down, sweetie. We have something to tell you.”

  “He’s disappeared, hasn’t he? He’s decided he doesn’t want to marry me after all,” Whitney said, blinking fast as tears welled up with tears.

  “No, no, no. Of course not. But there has been an accident, and he’s been hurt,” Jenna said.

  “Hurt? How bad? Where is he? I need to see him. Now.” Whitney’s fear of being left at the altar immediately shifted to worry over her man.

  “He’s busy getting ready for the wedding, and it’s bad luck for him to see the bride before the ceremony,” Sloan pointed out.

  “Fuck tradition. I need to see him.” Whitney headed to the front door.

  “Slave, stop,” Jenna ordered in her iron-laced Domme voice.

  In response, both women froze before turning to face Jenna. Whitney automatically dropped her gaze to the floor just in front of her bare feet and knew Sloan did the same. Over the past years, they had become well-trained slaves of Masters and would respond to any dominant who used the right tone of voice.

  “Sloan, go get dressed,” Jenna said, sending the other submissive scurrying to the bedroom before she moved to stand behind Whitney. “We will take you to see him after we finish getting ready for the wedding.”

  “Yes, Mistress Jenna,” Whitney said before sniffing to keep her tears at bay.

  “And no crying. No raccoon eyes allowed.” Jenna quickly did up the back of the corset before walking a complete circle around the bride. “You make a beautiful bride.”

  Whitney dropped her head again, this time out of embarrassment. “Thank you, Mistress Jenna.”

  “And your collar is the perfect accessory to such a sexy little wedding dress. Now don’t go anywhere and don’t sit down while I get ready,” Jenna ordered before turning and heading to the bedroom as well.

  Though she wanted nothing more than to race to her Master’s side, Whitney knew that disobeying Jenna would earn her almost as big a punishment as disobeying Taurus himself. They were business partners, cousins, and best friends, and to go against the dictates of one was to offend the other as well.

  Whitney began to pace as she waited for the others, her mind contemplating the worst possible scenarios before she forced herself to stop. If he were too badly hurt, the hospital would have kept him. Stopping in the middle of the living room, she forced herself to take deep breaths and calm down. She could not go to him all wound up and panicked. That was the last thing her Master would want. She used every calming technique she had ever heard of, and by the time Jenna and Sloan joined her, she had cleared the panic from her mind and was back under control.

  Jenna looked spectacular in her copper-colored corset and skirt, while Sloan seemed to sparkle in blue. Their dresses were similar, having been designed and made by Jenna’s friend, Lace Santeen, at some point during the past two years. Only Whitney’s was new, since Lace had been inundated with orders at the club’s kink convention.

  The women spent a moment admiring each other’s dresses before Whitney said, “Can we please go now?”

  Jenna checked the time before nodding. “Yes, we can go, but you’ll only have a minute before we have to be downstairs.”

  Whitney barely heard the other woman say yes before she was hurrying to the door. She was across the hall and pushing into the guest apartment before the other women could stop her.

  “What the fuck are you doing in here?” Gentry squealed as he quickly pulled his pants up.

  The apartment was full of men in various states of dress. Those wearing little turned their backs as Whitney hurried through the apartment.

  “Where is he?” she asked but did not wait for the answer, instead continuing through the living room.

  At the bedroom doorway, she stopped with a gasp. “Master? Oh my God, what happened?”

  Taurus wore a pair of black cargo shorts with a black sock and dress shoe on his right foot. His left foot was bare except for the air cast. He had his dress shirt half on, but the bulky bandages on his right arm prevented him from pulling on the other sleeve.

  “Should we cut it?” Antony asked Taurus.

  “Hell, no, it’s silk,” Taurus growled just before her saw her. “Damn, mouse, you are beautiful!”

  Not caring about anything but him, Whitney hurried to his side. “What happened, Master?”

  “I fell off a ladder,” he said, using his good arm to pull her close so he could nuzzle against her neck and shoulder.

  As soon as he touched her, the rest of the world fell away, and it was as if they were alone. “I’m sorry,” she apologized, running her hands over his shoulders as she cuddled his head close.

  “No, I’m sorry, baby. I wanted to look all hot and sexy for you, and now we can’t get me dressed.”

  Whitney pulled away, earning herself a frown as Taurus muttered something under his breath. Turning to Dane, she said, “Is it warm enough outside to go without shirts?”

  He looked at her then at Taurus and then at the clothes still draped over the bed before nodding. “Yes, yes, it is. Antony, have the wedding party put on vests and bow ties only. Everyone else can do as they please.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Antony gave a snarky salute before strolling out of the room.

  Whitney then helped Taurus out of the shirt and into the vest of his suit. Then Whitney tied the emerald-green bow tie that matched his eyes.

  “How do I look?” Taurus asked once she stepped back.

  She smiled at him before running the back of several fingers down his cheek. “Beautiful, Master. Absotively beautiful.”

  “Good. Let’s go get married.”

  “Yes, Sir,” Whitney said with a grin and a salute.

  She turned to walk away, but before she could take two steps, he grabbed her hand and pulled her back. “Come here, you,” he said as he pulled her closer.

  “Master, no,” she protested once she realized what he wanted.

  “Mouse, yes. My ankle is only sprained, and they pumped me so full of painkillers I can’t feel anything. Dane, help a fella out, please.”

  “My pleasure,” Dane said.

  With that, Whitney found herself picked up and set in Taurus’s lap sideways. She had just enough time to make sure her skirt was covering everything it should before he rolled them out of the bedroom, through the living room, and out to the lobby. The others who had finished changing followed, teasing both bride and groom.

  Taurus took the teasing easily while Whitney blushed and wanted to crawl inside Taurus’s vest and hide.

  Though the pain medications were super effective, Taurus was able to remember every minute of the wedding, from Dane rolling them up a makeshift ramp into the gazebo where the minister watched in stunned disbelief, through his vows to love, honor, cherish, and command, to the long, deep kiss that had Whitney squirming on his rock-hard cock once the ceremony had concluded. Though not exactly how he had hoped, the wedding was a success. Whitney stayed in his lap through the picture-taking and the reception afterward. Every time she tried to leave him, he would wrap his arms around her and nuzzle the back of her neck with a power-threaded “no.”

  After several hours, Taurus released her long enough for her to change into a white leather vest, similar to the silk one he wore, and a short denim skirt. At his request, she kept the white stilettos on.

  Once she returned, he pulled her back onto his lap, and then Dane w
heeled them out of the garden and to a waiting limo through a hail of birdseed, laughter, and good wishes. Whitney helped him inside then directed the driver to put the wheelchair in the trunk before following him.

  Once the door closed them in, Taurus pulled her across his lap once again, only this time he did not restrain himself, but slid one hand up under her skirt and between her thighs to cup her cunt.

  “Sweetheart, you’re all wet down here,” he said, kissing her as one finger traced up and down over the sopping wet lace of her itty-bitty thong.

  “And you’re all hard,” she returned as her hand brushed over the long, thick erection that filled the front of his shorts.

  “Yes, I am.” He sucked a breath at the same time his hips canted up, pushing his cock more firmly into her palm. “I can’t wait until we’re alone.”

  “Where are we going?” Whitney asked as she planted a string of kisses down his neck.

  “Not far enough,” he said as the limo turned off the road and drove down a driveway to a large brick mansion just a few miles from the club. The house sat on the river but was secluded from its neighbors by a thick forest of trees and underbrush. “But in just a few minutes we’ll be alone. How does that sound?”

  “Like heaven,” Whitney said as she slipped off his lap and straightened her skirt before the driver came and opened the door.

  The driver helped her get Taurus inside before he unloaded the luggage and set it just inside the door. After congratulating them, he left, and they were alone for the first time as man and wife.

  “Lock the door, mouse,” Taurus ordered from his wheelchair just inside the living room. As she attended to that, he slowly worked the chair across the living room to the wall of doors that led to the back deck overlooking the Trent River.

  He had just reached them when Whitney joined him. “What now, Master?”

  Taurus looked her up and down, his green gaze growing more heated by the second. The bulge in his shorts, which had softened while the driver helped them unload, reinflated as well. “Now I think should we go out on the deck where you can dance for me while the sun goes down.”

  Chapter 12

  Whitney’s cunt gushed more of her juices as she pushed the wheelchair out onto the deck then helped Taurus to stand.

  “Strip me, mouse,” he ordered as he balanced on one foot and used a lounger to keep himself upright.

  She attended to him quickly, not lingering on body worship as she normally would. Instead, she pushed his shorts down his legs. After easing them off his injured foot and pooling them around his uninjured one, she rose and helped him sit down on the side of the lounger that was big enough to hold an orgy on. Once seated, she divested him of his shorts, shoe, sock, bowtie, and vest before helping him move back so he was lying in the center of the lounger completely naked.

  His erection pointed up his belly, its deep-crimson head calling to Whitney. She started to crawl between his legs to attend to his erection when he grabbed her by the hair.

  “Just what the fuck do you think you are doing?” he asked, his voice low and dark and oh-so-dominant. “Did I tell you to suck my cock?”

  Whitney immediately dropped to her knees and assumed the slave position beside the lounger. “No, Master. I’m sorry. Your cock just looked so good and…”

  “And you wanted to suck it. I applaud you for thinking of my comfort, but I’d rather watch you strip down until you’re wearing nothing but your collar and rings.”

  Whitney smiled, her hips shifting and causing her pussy lips to rub against her clit, sending heated shivers through her. “Yes, Master.”

  She stepped back and began to dance, her hips swaying and shoulders shimmying as she slowly unbuttoned the vest buttons one by one. Once the last one parted, she pushed the sides of the top away and cupped her small breasts, gasping when her thumbs brushed over the erect nipples. She never took her eyes from Taurus, needing his reaction to guide her as she continued.

  He leaned forward as she shimmied again, and the vest dropped from her shoulders and to the deck. After opening the button and zipper on the short skirt, she turned her back to him as she continued dancing. Her hips popped from one side to the other as she slowly pushed the denim down, down, down her legs.

  She bent over until her hands were at her ankles and the denim was pooled around her high heels. She could feel Taurus’s gaze on her ass like a caress as he took in the thin string of her thong that went up between the cheeks.

  Straightening, she paused a moment to regain her equilibrium before she continued dancing around the lounger. She played with the waistband of her thong as she did, pulling it down then pulling it back into place in a teasing action she knew would drive her Master wild.

  It worked.

  On her next pass by his chair, he hooked his fingers into the waistband and jerked. This not only tore the thong from her body, but also pulled her off balance so she sprawled across his lap.

  “Now, Mrs. Green, the time for teasing is over,” he said, his voice low and growly.

  “Mmmm, I like the sound of that,” she said.

  “I thought you would,” he said.

  Instead of allowing her access to his cock, he surprised her by positioning her on her back with her legs bent to her chest. This spread her lower lips and ass cheeks wide and gave him complete access to cunt and clit. With a wide grin, he lowered his head in close and took advantage of her inability to move.

  As soon as his tongue brushed over her knotted up clit, Whitney’s eyes rolled back, and she moaned as her arousal spiked. Even with all that had happened and Taurus’s injuries, he still had the ability to send her skyrocketing with just a few touches of fingers, lips, and tongue.

  She screamed as he sucked her clit deeper into his mouth. He then used his tongue to mash it against the roof of his mouth, the pain and pleasure mixing and shooting her over the edge of her orgasm. He barely gave her a chance to catch her breath before he awkwardly crawled up over her and slid his cock deep into her dripping cunt. Kissing her deeply, he used his good arm to hold her tight as he logrolled them so that he was on his back and she lay over him.

  “Sit up and ride your husband, my sweet, loving mouse,” he ordered gently.

  “Mmmm, yes, Master.”

  She kissed him as she bent her legs and pulled them up so they cradled his hips between them. Licking his lips, she pushed herself into a sitting position with her hands resting on his biceps and began to slide up and down his cock.

  “Oooo, so good,” he gasped.

  Her hips moved up and down, left and right, forward and back on his long, strong erection, sending them higher and higher. He bent his legs behind her, but he winced when he planted his left foot on the lounger.

  “No, Master, please, let me please you,” Whitney begged as she moved faster on his cock.

  His left leg straightened out again, but his right remained bent, and he used it to push up into her as she came down on him.

  “Play with your tits, mouse,” he said gruffly. “Pinch those nipples.”

  Her body tuned to his every wish, her hands lifted from his upper arms and moved to cup and massage her tits. Her hips moved up and down his cock faster and harder, her movements growing jerky when she pinched and twisted her nipples in the manner they both preferred.

  When his free hand slid between her legs and stroked over her clit, her orgasm peaked again. She convulsed and fought for balance as her cunt clenched tight around him. He groaned, and his hips pushed higher and harder as he roared out his release a heartbeat later.

  As he came, he reached up, wrapped his uninjured hand around her neck, and guided her to lie down until her cheek rested on the front of his shoulder.

  “I love you, Mrs. Green,” he murmured as his fingers stroked through her hair.

  “I love you, too, Mr. Green,” she returned with a smile, her eyes closing as she relaxed fully over him.

  Taurus lifted her left hand and kissed the two rings resting there. “
And if you ever, ever run away without talking to me first, I’m going to spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit down for a week before I truss you up in the club for an evening of creative teasing and torture from any of the Doms feeling so inclined. Do you understand, my mouse?”

  “Yes, my love, my husband, my Master,” Whitney said with a kiss between each title. “I understand completely.”

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Cooper McKenzie always thought she had been born a hundred years too late but appreciates air-conditioning, computers, and other conveniences of modern-day living. She enjoys the slower pace of New Bern, North Carolina, as well as the history and small-town community found there. In addition to dreaming up her next story, Cooper enjoys reading everything except scary books, needle-weaving for charity, and playing with her new mixed-breed companion, Honey.

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