Club Esoteria 13
More Than His Sexy Toy
Shy, self-conscious Mimi Westbrook lives for the Friday night when Master Chaz Montgomery visits Club Esoteria for some sexy fun and games. But after six months of seeing him a few times a month, Mimi wants more with the man who holds her heart. She wants to be invited into the rest of his life.
Chaz lives a complicated life and wants to protect Mimi from it. A car accident leaves Chaz in need of round-the-clock care. It also brings Mimi into his life outside the club where she meets his roommate. His female roommate, Kelly. When she has to leave town, Mimi volunteers to take over as his caretaker.
Once she knows his secrets, will Mimi still want to be a part of his life? Or will she walk away from the man who holds her heart?
Genre: BDSM, Contemporary
Length: 26,465 words
MORE THAN HIS SEXY TOY
Club Esoteria 13
Cooper McKenzie
EROTIC ROMANCE
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MORE THAN HIS SEXY TOY
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DEDICATION
For B, who will never understand why.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
About the Author
MORE THAN HIS SEXY TOY
Club Esoteria 13
COOPER MCKENZIE
Copyright © 2013
Chapter 1
Mimi Westbrook was about to call it a night and go home. Sitting alone at Club Esoteria in the area where the uncollared subs gathered was no fun. She had spent the last two hours watching Doms and Dommes approach and negotiate, or not, with the few submissives who had yet to be permanently claimed and collared. For the last half hour she had been sitting alone and feeling more exposed than normal.
She was not a feisty or bratty submissive. It just seemed none of the dominant members of Club Esoteria wanted a generously curved BBW submissive woman who was so giving she had been compared to a spineless jellyfish and doormat. No one except Master Chaz had talked, much less played, with her in the last six months since she had joined the club. But Master Chaz was not here tonight, which meant another long evening of watching and dreaming for Mimi. Which would lead to a long, sleepless night of tossing and turning since her aroused mind and body would not settle enough for her to rest.
If only Master Chaz was here.
“Maybe what I’m looking for doesn’t exist,” she muttered to herself.
Was it time to give up on her dream? Could she be happy just reading about fictional women submitting to the dominant men who pushed them to, and beyond, their comfort limits and fulfilled their every want and need? Was it time to stop trying to find that kind of happily ever after for herself?
Her last boyfriend’s breakup words came to mind. “You’re crazy if you think any man will find a fat heifer like you sexy.” She swallowed hard and took a deep breath to push back the growing charcoal-gray cloud of depression that had closed around her in the three weeks since her last evening in Master Chaz’s presence.
Master Chaz had given her a reason to believe in herself. Or at least she thought he had. Every time they played, he called her his sexy toy and gave her such intense, lasting pleasure she could not consider playing with another dominant. Problem was, this was the third Friday night he had not made an appearance. The third week she sat alone, tense and horny, in need of something only he seemed able to bring out in her.
A deep sigh escaped her as Taurus walked his new wife through the club, his arm protectively draped over her shoulder as he spoke softly in her ear. When Whitney’s head turned her way, Mimi dropped her gaze, not wanting the other woman to see her misery. If any of the collared subs showed her kindness at this point, she might flood the club with the tears she had been holding back for the last hour.
It was time to go home. Despite Master Chaz’s order from a month ago, she planned to break out her toy box and play with herself. She would even have three or four orgasms just because it had been so long since her stress level had hovered somewhere just south of her earlobes. Even if another Dom offered to play with her at this moment, she would not be able to relax enough to come with them. Only Master Chaz had worked past her fears to bring her to orgasm. That was but one of the reasons she loved the man who, for the most part, remained a mystery to her.
She could admit to herself that she had
fallen in love with Master Chaz during their second evening together when he forced her to come so hard and so long that she could not walk properly for two days afterward. In the months since she had begun to wonder if he felt anything for her. If he did, wouldn’t he share more of his life with her instead of spending their short times together encouraging her to tell him about hers?
The few times she had tried to turn the tables on him, he would answer three or four questions before distracting her in some of the most pleasurable ways imaginable. That would end her learning more about the man who carried another piece of her heart away with him after every evening they had spent together.
When Sloan walked by between her two men, Mimi had had enough. Standing, she felt a shift in the air as she smoothed the back of her denim jumper down. She froze when a tingle raced up her spine then back down again. At the same time, her nipples tightened and her pussy clenched and dampened.
She slowly turned her head to look over her shoulder toward the doorway that led to the front lobby, locker rooms, and parking lot. Master Chaz stood just inside the doorway, talking with Master Jackson, the club bartender, though his eyes were trained on her. She drew in a sharp breath as a smile spread from her pussy up through her body to her lips. She watched as he said something, nodded to the response, then began to walk toward her.
Her breathing caught in her chest as her heart began to race with excitement and nerves. He was so perfect while she was anything but. At six feet, his body was a sleekly muscled, chiseled masterpiece she had dreamt of spending days licking, kissing, and exploring. At forty-four, he was a man in his prime and looked years younger. But then she had been told that she did not look anywhere near her own thirty-eight years though just moments ago she had felt closer to a hundred than forty.
His jeans hung loose, held in place by a brown leather belt that matched the vest that enhanced his fur-covered chest and abdomen. His dark-brown hair was cut short and showing the beginning signs of receding with a few silver strands showing at the temples. His thick mustache, with more than a few glinting strands that he refused to cover, reminded her of several movie actors who were world-renowned for their own thick mustaches. Her clit began to tingle as Mimi remembered the feel of those bristly strands brushing over the most sensitive areas of her body.
The closer he came, the brighter his smile grew until even his pale-gray eyes appeared to glow with happiness. As he entered the uncollared subs zone, she dropped her gaze and wondered if she should kneel or not. With Chaz, it was hard to tell from one week to the next what he would require of her.
Some nights he was pure Dom, demanding the highest of protocols while other nights he preferred to keep everything relaxed and loving. As with his visits to the club, he was not consistent in his wants and demands, which kept Mimi off balance. She always worried she might do the wrong thing and he would walk away in disgust.
“Stay on your feet, my sexy toy,” he ordered gently. He slowed his pace, stopping when a mere foot separated them. “Were you going somewhere?”
As she expected, he did not bother to apologize for arriving nearly an hour late or explain his three-week absence. He just looked her up and down, making Mimi try to suck her belly in as her gut knotted up with nerves. She waited for his next words which would tell her how to behave, though from the looks of the bulge pressing at the front of his jeans, he seemed to in what she thought of as his honey bear mood, in need of touching, caressing, and loving. She almost preferred the snuggly honey bear to the Master bear, though as long as he focused on her, she would agree to let him tie her to a St. Andrew’s Cross on the stage and whip the skin off her back if he so desired.
* * * *
Though he had seen her car in the Club Esoteria parking lot, Chaz Montgomery wondered if his sexy toy was available or if she had given up on him and accepted another play partner for the evening. Pain shot through his chest at the thought of watching her play with someone else though they had no commitment to one another. Their needs had meshed the first time they had played, and the connection between them had only grown stronger since. She adapted immediately to whatever he demanded of her though sometimes he wished she would say no. He had yet to find an activity she was not willing to at least try once.
It had been three weeks since he had been to the club. Three long weeks since he had taken pleasure in her full, ripe womanhood, driving her to one orgasm after another using his lips, tongue, teeth, and fingers, gaining as much pleasure as she did until he had to sink deep into her and feel her soft, wet flesh embrace his cock. He then drove her up the mountain once more before allowing his own release. His orgasm had been so strong his entire body went weak and he had simply cuddled with her until Taurus had kicked them out at closing time.
Just thinking about that last time had his cock filling with anticipation at seeing Mimi again, playing with her, and once again giving her the attention which brought them both intense pleasure. If only he could see her outside the club. But his life was full of complications he did not want her involved in. For the time being, they would have to settle for what they had now, an intense and, he hoped, fulfilling sex life at the club.
After checking in at the front desk, Chaz stepped into the club. His eyes swept the room, looking for the auburn-haired beauty who had become his sole reason for not cancelling his membership and returning each Friday night.
There she was, sitting in what was now known by club members as “The Land of Unclaimed Subs.” All he could see was her auburn hair, more brown than red, which currently hung to just below her jawline. She had been letting it grow for a while now from a super-short pixie cut. He could not be sure but suspected it was to please him though they had never talked about it. He had mentioned during one of their first sessions how much he loved the feel of a woman’s hair brushing over his thighs as she sucked his cock. Since then she had been keeping it neat and tidy but was obviously letting it grow out.
Before he could take a step in her direction, Jackson stepped in his path. “Hey, Chaz, it’s been awhile.”
“Yeah. Life’s been crazy,” he responded though his gaze never left Mimi.
He sucked a quick breath as Mimi stood up. She wore his favorite outfit, a loose-fitting denim jumper with oversized armholes and buttons halfway down both sides. From this angle he could not tell but expected that she wore nothing underneath the dress. His cock jerked and hardened further as she slowly looked over her shoulder directly at him.
“She’s been here the last three Friday nights. Waiting,” Jackson said, his tone giving Chaz the impression that he did not approve of the way Chaz was treating his toy.
Chaz nodded. “She’s a good woman.”
“Yes she is, and she needs a man who can appreciate her goodness more than once or twice a month,” the bartender muttered under his breath as Chaz walked away.
As he sauntered across the club’s main room, his gaze remained on Mimi. If anyone else had spoken to him, he had not heard them. His total focus was on the woman who had the ability to make him rock hard with her smile.
“And there it is,” he murmured as her lips turned up though he saw hesitancy in her eyes. Her entire being seemed to light up with that smile, and he could not help but grin in response.
After a moment, she dropped her eyes to the floor as uncertainty filled her expression. She was wondering whether or not to kneel as he entered no-Dom’s-land.
“Stay on your feet, my sexy toy,” he said. He watched as she relaxed and moved into the standing position he preferred. Hands behind her back and stacked one on the other at her waist, heels about a foot apart with feet turned out slightly, shoulders relaxed, and eyes on him.
“Were you going somewhere?” he asked as he stopped with only a small space between them.
She nodded and dropped her gaze to the middle of his chest. “Yes, Sir. I was going home.”
Chaz did not ask why. He already knew. None of the other club members wanted to play with the woman w
ho was so self-conscious about her weight she had a hard time playing in the main club room and so tense she had a hard time playing in the private rooms. He had slowly helped her work through her fears, but he did not think she would be able to perform for another Dom.
Which was fine with him, though he thought the other Doms in the club were either blind or crazy. She had a submissive’s heart and emotional strength he had never seen in any other sub he had played with. Her creative suggestions for their playtime were so hot that he worked hard to incorporate them into their scenes.
“Can I talk you into changing your plans?”
He asked to be polite though he knew the answer even before she slowly nodded and the smile returned to her lips. “Yes, Sir, you can.”
“Good,” he said as he closed the last distance between them and wrapped his arms around her. “I need to be with my Mimi tonight.”
Chapter 2
My Mimi.
He called her by name and not just his sex toy. Was that a good thing or a bad thing? Only twice before had Master Chaz used her name instead of the submissive nickname he christened her with their second night together. Both nights he had been in charge and loving. His actions those nights had given her hope that things might go beyond their club play into something more.
When he pulled her close, she went willingly, sliding her arms around his back as she lifted her face for a kiss. His lips were warm and gentle as they brushed back and forth before settling in and parting over hers.
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