A Pixie for Master Sinjin [Club Esoteria 16] (Siren Publishing Classic)

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by Cooper McKenzie


  Taking the basket, he traded them for the clothes in his other hand. “Go and try these on. I want to my baby girl to look like a million bucks when we go back to the club.”

  Mary Claire’s eyes got big again, and she swallowed before nodding. “Yes, Sir.”

  Though she never got over her nerves, she obediently put on each outfit and paraded around the back of the store for him. By the time she came out wearing the last outfit, Sinjin wondered if maybe he should take the store’s owner up on her offer. He was hard as a rock and could see that Mary Claire was aroused and in need of his attention.

  He decided to buy one of the three outfits she tried on. He would come back later to buy the others. While she changed back into her street clothes, he paid for the clothes as well as the toys he had chosen and borrowed a pair of scissors to open one of the packages.

  Once he finished, he handed the clerk back the scissors. She traded him for a small clear plastic bag with a condom, and a couple of sample packets of lube and several wet wipe packs. When he looked from the bag to her, she winked at him.

  He smiled in response and quickly wrote on the back of the receipt. “Can we use the dressing room again?”

  She nodded and handed him a several paper napkins. “I’ll keep your bags here with me and turn off the camera in there.”

  He nodded his thanks then turned, carrying the toy and bag of goodies with him. While he was looking forward to another visit to Club Esoteria to introduce his pixie to her new toys, they both needed to take the edge off before they headed back to town and dinner with Gunnar and Jillian.

  At some point in the afternoon, he had decided that Mary Claire Brook was the woman he had spent most of his life looking for. Now all he had to do was convince her that they were meant to be together full-time, long-term, and not just an occasional night here and there.

  * * * *

  Mary Claire had just finished dressing when someone knocked three times on the door.

  “I’ll be out in a minute,” she called over her shoulder as she slid her sneakers on.

  The knock came again, this time not stopping at three. With a huff of frustration, Mary Claire jerked the door open.

  “I… oh, I didn’t know it was you,” she said. “I’ll be ready to go in another minute.”

  Instead of acknowledging her words, he stepped into the room, forcing her to step back in order to make room for him. She watched as he closed the door and threw the deadbolt.

  “Sir? What’s going on?”

  He did not answer, just walked toward her until she backed into the wall across the small room. Even then he kept coming, until she was trapped between his hard body and the wall. The bulge of his erection pressed into his belly, sending her own need ratcheting a little higher. He slid a hand under her chin and lifted her face until he could kiss her. This time he did not stop at a gentle brush of lips on lips. Using his thumb on her chin, he pulled her jaw down until he could thrust his tongue into her mouth and thoroughly explore.

  Her arms came up and wrapped around his shoulders as her tongue began to slide back and forth over his. She moaned softly as his hands slid down her sides to her thighs. She then whined a protest sound when he took a half step back and his hands disappeared.

  When he broke the kiss, she leaned heavily against the wall and watched as he opened his jeans and shoved them to his thighs. She gasped softly when his long, thick, fully erect cock came into view. It seemed even bigger than it had the week before at the club. He quickly sheathed it in a bright-purple condom and then reached for her skirt. In the next second, he shoved it down her legs and he stepped back, pulling on her arm so she stepped out of puddle of material.

  He looked over his shoulder then backed up further and sat down in the straight-backed wooden chair in the corner. Once seated, he pulled her until she was straddling his lap. Wrapping his hands around her hips, he pulled her down until the head of his cock met her wide-open entrance. Then he pulled her down further, until his was seated deep in her pussy.

  She tried to move her hands, but a dark look from Sinjin had her returning them to his shoulders. Though she really wanted to bounce up and down on his cock, she cooperated when he pushed her shoulders back a few inches. She looked down as he unzipped her hoodie and jerked the front of her shirt open. He then unzipped her bra. Each time he pushed the fabric out of his way until her breasts were uncovered to his view.

  “Pretty,” he signed.

  As he began to suckle at once breast, his hands urged her to move. His hold kept her movements much slower than she would have preferred. She found that by thrusting her pelvis back and forth to accompany the up and down slide, she drove them both higher and higher toward their pinnacle.

  She knew she had accomplished her objective when his hands tightened, holding her still as his hips began to thrust up into her. Between the lips and tongue playing hard with her nipple, and his cock moving in and out of her, Mary Claire was close, so very close.

  Then the pad of a thumb began to slide up and down between her lips and over her clit. She began to tremble with her need, panting and fighting to keep the keening sounds from getting too loud. When she was not sure she could hold it any longer, she pulled on his earlobe until he lifted his head and looked at her.

  “Please, Sir,” she whispered. “Please can I come?”

  His hips thrust even harder and deeper several times. When she could not hold back any longer, her fingers dug deep into his shoulders. His expression was tight with his own intense arousal as he nodded his permission. Then he pulled her head down and kissed her hard to keep the entire neighborhood from hearing her cries of completion.

  * * * *

  Sinjin wanted to stay with his cock buried deep in his pixie and her sated body melted against him for days. Unfortunately, time was not on their side. Jillian expected them for dinner before they headed to the club for an evening of play. First, though, he would introduce Mary Claire to her first new toy.

  With one arm holding the completely relaxed woman, his other hand went fishing in his shirt pocket for the lube he had placed there. After opening it up, he coated the slim butt plug. Then he put the rest on his index finger before dropping the packet on the floor.

  He was ready when his lubed up finger found and began to play with her puckered star. The arm around her back tightened when she tried to move. He rubbed his cheek up and down hers in an effort to calm her. When he pressed a single fingertip through the tight ring of muscles, her head came up and she looked at him with wide eyes.

  He frowned slightly when she tried to move away, which had her freezing for a second before returning to cuddle against his chest.

  He pushed his finger deeper, and twisted it back and forth to make sure her back channel was thoroughly prepared. He continued to move his finger in and out until she relaxed again. Then, pulling his finger free, he took the plug and eased it in and out, pushing a little deeper with each thrust until it fully seated inside her ass.

  By that time, he could feel his legs again and knew this time of play was ending. But he also knew the fun and games for the evening was just beginning.

  * * * *

  Though she was still feeling completely relaxed, Mary Claire’s ass clenched on the plug now filling it. When Sinjin tapped on her shoulder, she lifted her head and looked at him. “Time to go?” she asked.

  He nodded and helped her maintain her balance as she slowly pulled off his cock and stood up. He quickly cleaned them both up. After helping her back into her skirt, he straightened the rest of her clothes and then dealt with the condom and redressing himself. Putting the trash into the plastic bag, he looked at the woman who was worming her way into his heart without even trying.

  “Ready?”

  She blushed and dropped her gaze to the floor before nodding.

  Opening the door, he carried the plastic bag, dropping it in a trashcan in the hallway. Then, lacing their fingers together, he held her hand as they walked through the st
ore to the front counter. Mary Claire kept her head down and tried not to hear the store clerk’s chuckles as Sinjin claimed his bags before they left.

  She waited until they were back in the SUV and she found herself squirming on the butt plug before waving for his attention. “Why am I wearing a plug?”

  He put the keys in the ignition before turning and giving her a long, steady look. Only when she was fidgeting for reasons that had nothing to do with the plug did he lift his hands from his lap.

  “I plan on taking all your holes tonight, and your beautiful ass needs to be stretched before I fuck it.”

  Chapter 8

  Mary Claire shifted in her seat yet again as Sinjin pulled into the long driveway that led to the ginormous brick house that she knew belonged to Jillian and Gunnar. Looking down at her outfit, she wondered if she should not have insisted on going home and changing before coming here.

  She also wished Sinjin had stopped somewhere and taken the plug out of her ass.

  Instead, he parked in in the driveway just past the front door and climbed out. She waited until he collected the shopping bags and then came around to open her door. That was but one of the rules he had given her while they were walking on the beach.

  When he finally opened her door, she turned and looked at him then up at the house and back to him again. “Are you sure about this?”

  “Why? What’s wrong?”

  “I’m a little underdressed to be hanging out here, don’t you think?”

  Sinjin looked her up and down, then down at his own jeans, T-shirt, and fleece jacket. Then he returned to meet her gaze. “No, pixie. I think you are dressed just right. And so will Gunnar and Jillian, though you will lose a few layers once we get to the club.”

  Mary Claire giggled as he took her hand in his and helped her from the SUV. Turning and heading toward the front door, he kept their hands linked. That was something she noticed about Sinjin. He seemed to have a growing need to touch her. Since their interlude in the dressing room, he had held her hand or rested his hand on her thigh, keeping the skin-on-skin link between them.

  When they reached the front door, he lifted the hand holding the bags and pounded on the thick wood panel. Then he wrapped their linked arms around behind her back and pulled her close for a long, deep kiss.

  Mary Claire was almost lost under the influence of her need when a throat cleared, letting her know they were no longer alone. Turning her head, she broke the kiss and tried to step back.

  Problem was Sinjin would not release her.

  They both turned their heads to find Gunnar standing in the now-open doorway, looking amused. “We really need to get you your own key,” he signed before walking away, leaving the door open.

  Just then a siren sounded, causing Mary Claire to jump. She reached into her hoodie pocket and pulled out her cell phone. “Damn. I have to answer this,” she said, looking at Sinjin.

  He looked confused for a moment before nodding.

  Turning away, she walked down the steps and around his SUV. “This is Mary Claire.”

  “This is Detective Allen. I have a deaf murder suspect and need a translator. Can you come?”

  Mary Claire looked over her shoulder at Sinjin who was watching her with a blank Master expression she had seen many times before at the club from the other Masters. He was shielding his emotions. Taking a deep breath, she sighed and turned away again. “Yes, but it will take me about a half hour.”

  “No problem. We’ll just keep him in a room stewing. Maybe by the time you get here he’ll be ready to talk.”

  “Yeah, okay,” Mary Claire replied before clicking off the phone.

  She had no problems translating for the police department, but some of the police officers, the detectives especially, made her nervous and question her abilities.

  Sliding the phone back into her pocket, she took another deep breath to fortify herself for the scene that was bound to come. Hopefully, the suspect would crack quickly and she would be able to join Sinjin at the club afterward.

  “Problem?” Sinjin asked once she came around the back of the SUV.

  “I have to go home to change. I’m needed at the police department to translate.”

  Though he did not look happy about the interruption, Sinjin nodded. After handing one bag to Gunnar, he carried the other bag with him back down the steps to the SUV.

  Once he pulled into the driveway and parked, Sinjin handed her the bag. “Wear this the next time we meet at the club,” he signed.

  Mary Claire opened the bag and grinned when she saw what it contained. He had bought the bright-green baby doll nightgown made from sheer lace for her. “Thank you, Sir,” she said. She leaned over the console and kissed him in a very un-little girl fashion.

  By the time he broke the kiss, they were both panting. “You need to go,” he reminded her as he pulled away. “Text Jillian when you leave the station. If not too late, I’d like you to join us at the club. You can take the plug out as well. But bring it with you to the club when you come.”

  “Of course, Sir,” Mary Claire replied before climbing down from his SUV.

  She was not surprised that he waited until her front door was open before he pulled out of her driveway. He was, after all, a Dom concerned about his girl’s welfare.

  Once inside, Mary Claire forced her focus away from Sinjin and their aborted evening together. She needed to be fully in the groove when she went into the interrogation room with Detective Allen.

  * * * *

  Though he knew what Mary Claire did for the community was a good thing, and that she needed the income from her many jobs, Sinjin was not a happy man. He had been looking forward to spending the night with her at the club. Now he would have to go alone and hope that she showed up in time for them to play, though he had a feeling he would not be seeing her until next week some time, if then.

  When he got home, Gunnar wore an expression somewhere between overwhelming joy and severe constipation.

  “What’s going on?”

  “Your agent called. The producer for that movie they’re making of your book need you in Hollywood ASAP. Seems they’re having some problems and they need you there. You’ll fly out in about two hours and they’re putting you up and providing a car, driver, and translator.”

  “But I don’t—” Sinjin started.

  “If you don’t, they’re talking about flushing the project and demanding their money back. Do you really want that to happen?”

  Still caught up in the loss of an evening with Mary Claire, this news just added to the overwhelmed-by-life feeling he was having. But how would the world react when they found out their favorite author of mystery thrillers was deaf? Would there be a backlash? And he already had that money invested and really did not want to have to repay it.

  “All right, I’ll go. But someone needs to let Mary Claire know what’s going on.”

  “I’ll take care of it,” Gunnar assured him. “You really need to get a phone so you can deal with these things yourself.”

  Sinjin made a face at his stepbrother and headed into the house. He quickly packed his suitcase and briefcase, leaving nothing behind in the room that had become his temporary home.

  By the time he finished packing and returned downstairs, Gunnar was pacing the foyer. “Oh, thank God. I was afraid I was going to have to duct tape you into your suitcase to get you to go.”

  Sinjin raised one eyebrow and stared at his brother. Sure, Gunnar was bigger, broader, and more muscular, but he was wily and had never been afraid to fight dirty.

  Taking a deep breath, he handed Gunnar his suitcase. “You’ll drive my car once in a while when I’m gone, right?”

  Gunnar nodded and pushed him out the door, not even giving him time to say good-bye to Jillian.

  * * * *

  Mary Claire did not leave the police station until the wee hours of Sunday morning. The man finally confessed, but it had been a long, hard-fought eight hours and she was exhausted.


  Since she had turned off her phone while working, she waited until she was home to turn it back on again. There were no messages, text, voice, or otherwise. Since it was too late to wake Jillian so she and Sinjin could talk via text, Mary Claire silenced her phone and went to bed. Three hours later, she received a phone call from the Sunday morning DJ begging her to cover for him.

  Still more than half-asleep, Mary Claire agreed and then dragged herself out of bed to get ready.

  * * * *

  With the flu making an early arrival in town, Mary Claire found herself in a whirlwind of racing from radio station to hospital and back again with her talents as the other translators were all sick or on vacation for the holiday season. She worked her double shifts most days and spent what little free time she had at the hospital visiting her clients or at the police department helping with interrogations.

  She lost sleep, did not eat, and lost track of time. Christmas and New Year’s Eve had come and gone. There had been no fanfare this year as her parents had left in mid-November for a cross-country road trip. January was nearly over when things finally slowed down and she realized she had not seen nor heard from Sinjin in almost two months.

  Eight long, silent weeks.

  She tried calling Jillian to see what was going on but learned her voice mailbox was full. Her text went through, but after two days, she gave up on hearing back from her friend. It wasn’t until she was on Facebook that she learned that Jillian and Gunnar had been out of town for the better part of the month.

  But if they were out of town, where was Sinjin?

  She drove by the house on Wednesday evening but saw no lights. Sinjin’s SUV was nowhere to be seen either. Had he left to go home already? She thought he had planned to stay in New Bern until spring.

  Though she had been headed to the club for the Happy Hump Day singles’ evening, Mary Claire decided to just go home instead. She was not feeling all that great, and spending the evening watching the other singles have a sexy fun time would only add to her misery.

 

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