McKenzie, Cooper - Jillian's Master [Club Esoteria 5] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Cooper McKenzie

  “Hmmm, I’m not sure I can,” Taurus said as he came from behind the bar.

  “What? The man who has never met a stranger doesn’t know one of the subs in his own club? Sounds like you’re losing your touch, old friend.”

  “If I’m correct in my assumptions, she’s the friend that Blaze didn’t want to be alone on her birthday. She’s been in once before as Blaze’s guest,” Taurus explained.

  “She can light the candles on my cake any day,” Gunner snarked. Both men chuckled as they closed in on the alcove the submissives had claimed as their own.

  The small group of submissives dropped to kneel on the floor as the two Doms walked past an invisible line. All faces dropped to stare at the floor, and silence filled the immediate area.

  The redhead moved a second slower, as if unsure of her actions. She followed the others, her pose not perfect but acceptable for a newbie. She’d been trained on the basics but wasn’t comfortable with them. Yet. As he stepped closer to the beautiful Amazon, Gunner wondered if she would agree to learn from him the ways of pleasuring another with her submission.

  * * * *

  Jillian froze when a pair of large, black cowboy boots planted themselves in front of her. She didn’t dare look up though she wanted to so badly it hurt. But she forced herself to maintain the pose Blaze had taught her before her first visit to the BDSM club. It still felt unnatural and made her lower back ache. Or maybe that was because she’d been on her feet all day running around the plant.

  “Blaze, you brought a friend tonight,” the voice stated from Jillian’s left. Not the man in the boots.

  “Yes, Master T. This is my friend, Jillian. She’s new to the lifestyle but would like to learn more.”

  “Jillian, stand up,” the same voice ordered in a gentle but authoritative tone.

  Chapter 2

  Jillian paused for a trio of racing heartbeats before she rose. She hoped her movements didn’t look as awkward as they felt. She kept her eyes focused on the boots of the man standing in front of her, not wanting to offend anyone or get in trouble by checking out the rest of the man. By the time she was on her feet, her chin rested on her chest.

  She flinched when something warm and rough touched her cheek but tried to control the tremble that raced through her in response. She locked her knees and fisted her hands to keep from shying away from the touch that brushed through her hair to trace the outer curve of her ear.

  “Look at me, baby,” the man in front of her said as his finger stroked down the side of her face, under her jaw, then lifted it gently.

  Jillian raised her head slowly, taking in long, thick legs, narrowed hips, flat abdomen, broad chest, and upper arms as big around as Blaze’s waist. She was surprised when she had to tilt her head back to meet deep, gentle brown eyes in one of the most ruggedly handsome faces she’d ever seen. His white-blonde hair brushed his collar. It was long by today’s business standards, but he looked like the kind that thumbed his nose at societal dictates when it suited him. His mustache was two shades darker, thick and full. All at once, she wanted to kiss him. She’d always had a thing for men with mustaches. Especially tall, bear-like men with mustaches.

  At two inches under six feet, she’d met few men in New Bern who towered over her, but with this one, her eyes were about even with his chin. He was big all over, the kind of man she always dreamt of meeting. Someone big enough and strong enough to offer solid hugs and lusty loving and make her feel small and dainty by comparison.

  “Jillian, this is Master G. He is a good man who I’ve known for more years than I’d like to admit. He would be a good Master to further your training. G, this is Jillian.”

  Her eyes widened when the man’s cheeks darkened a shade before one corner of his mouth cocked up in a half smile. He stared into her eyes as if he could read what was written on her soul. She dropped her eyes several times to his full lips or square jaw with the deep cleft in the center, but always her gaze returned to those dark eyes that seemed so old, so wise. He looked familiar, but Jillian could not place him.

  She felt her nipples tighten, and her pussy moistened from just looking at his eyes.

  Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the club’s owner walk away. Finally, the Viking blinked and took a step back, his gaze dropping to check out the rest of her body.

  “I understand you are a baby sub, new to the lifestyle,” he said, not questioning her but rather stating facts.

  Jillian nodded.

  “Words, baby, I need words. Surely you’ve been taught somewhere along the way that communication between Dom and sub is key.”

  “Yes, Sir, I’m new to the lifestyle,” she answered softly.

  “Would you be interested in expanding your education?” he said, returning his gaze to hers once again. “I’m looking for a submissive for the evening.”

  Power radiated from him. As she gazed into his eyes, she also felt safe. Instinct told her she could trust him with her body and soul and he would take good care of her.

  She couldn’t wait for him to give her a hug that would feel like a hug and not like she’d been wrapped in limp noodles.

  Before she could nod and voice her answer, Blaze stood up and stepped between them, facing the big Dom. “Sir, forgive me, but as Jillian’s sponsor, I have questions for you.”

  Jillian stared at Blaze and wondered what Master G would do if she shoved the smaller woman out of her way and threw herself at his feet.

  Master G didn’t seem upset by the intrusion. He frowned at the little sub then took a breath that blanked his expression before nodding. “Ask.”

  “What kind of a Dom are you, Sir?”

  “Blaze!” Jillian gasped.

  “No, baby, your friend has asked a valid question. If you’re not into whips or pain or that extreme of the lifestyle, you should not pair up with a Dominant who is,” he explained, staring deep into her eyes. “I am what Taurus likes to call a Daddy Dom. I prefer not to beat on subs unless that’s what gets them off. I don’t do blood games, water sports, or extreme pain. I prefer cuddling and maybe a little bondage to enhance our pleasure. I have even gotten a sub or two off just by talking to them.”

  “Really?” Blaze asked, sounding a bit breathless.

  Master G nodded then stared at Blaze until the smaller woman stepped out from between them. Then his dark-chocolate gaze returned to her. “Well, baby, what do you say?”

  Her stomach knotting with both excitement and fear, Jillian nodded at the same time her mouth opened. “Yes, Sir. I’d like to spend the evening with you.”

  Looking pleased, he nodded once then held a hand out palm up. When she just looked at his hand, he said, “Give me your wrists, baby.” His voice had deepened yet grown softer with an edge as sharp as a sword.

  Jillian laid both wrists across his palm without hesitation. She didn’t move a muscle as he wrapped padded, brown leather cuffs around each arm before he clipped them together.

  “Sir, may I speak to Jillian for a moment before you take her away?” Blaze asked.

  Jillian watched as he looked from her to her friend and back again. Then he nodded. “You have two minutes, baby. When you are done, you come to me at the bar. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir,” Jillian answered easily before he walked away.

  As soon as he was out of earshot, Blaze asked, “Are you sure about this, honey?”

  “I’ll be fine, Blaze. There’s something about his eyes…” Jillian trailed off, her eyes tracking the big blond to the bar. “I have my safe word. You told me before there are panic buttons in all the private rooms if we get that far, and the monitors are walking around making sure nothing gets out of hand.”

  Blaze huffed a breath as she frowned. “You know I hate it when you use my own arguments against me. If he tries to take you out of the club, refuse. Don’t you dare leave the building without talking to me first.”

  “Yes, Mama. I’m not sure he’s the type to let me check in every half hour, so I’ll jus
t meet you back here before closing time, okay?”

  Blaze nodded and glanced toward the bar. “I think our two minutes is up.”

  “Wish me luck,” she said, patting Blaze’s shoulder before heading across the room to where her man for the evening waited. She only hoped he lived up to Blaze’s prediction to fuck all her cares away.

  * * * *

  Gunner watched the woman walk toward him and licked his lips. His arousal was building to an intense level, not just in his jeans but also in his heart. Jillian wasn’t as young as he’d first thought, but she wore an air of innocence that touched him.

  He threw back the rest of his drink but barely tasted the fine whiskey.

  He stood as she approached, the teachings his mother and grandmother drilled into him during his childhood kicking in. Even a submissive deserved proper courtesy. “Everything all right?” he asked when she stopped with a foot and a half still between them.

  “Yes, Sir. Blaze just wanted to make sure I was okay with this,” she answered. She stared at the buttons of his shirt, her nerves visible in the tight set of her shoulders and the clenched fists she held at her waist.

  “Why don’t we go over there and talk a bit,” Gunner suggested even though his body pushed for him to strip her, lay her across the bar, and fuck her until the clenching discomfort in his cock and balls eased.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  His destination was a small couch tucked in the far back corner on the other side of the bar from her friend. Hopefully with the overprotective little submissive out of her sight, she could relax.

  Gunner put his arm around her shoulders, his hand dropping to cover her tit as he pulled her snugly against his side. He wasn’t surprised to find she fit against him perfectly. She tensed and tried to pull away, so he tightened his fingers. She gasped at the slight pain.

  “Relax, baby. This is supposed to be fun,” he murmured.

  She took a deep breath but remained tense.

  Once they reached the couch, Gunner sat down at the end closest to the room then drew her to sit across his lap, facing the corner of the room. She remained silent as he gently drew her head down to rest against his shoulder. Once he knew she would move, he wrapped both arms around her. He held her without speaking or moving until he felt her take a deep breath and release it on a sigh.

  “As I said, I’m not into whips, pain, or humiliation. I like to cuddle and play but without anyone being hurt. An over-the-lap spanking is my preferred form of punishment. With me so far?” Gunner ran one hand up and down her left arm then dropped it to rest against her hip, getting her accustomed to his touch.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “My word is law. Any objections?” He slowly ran his hand down the outside of her thigh to her knee.

  “No, Sir.”

  “Spread your legs for me, baby,” he ordered gently, forcing his fingers between her tightly held knees.

  * * * *

  Surprised by his slow pace and gentle touch, Jillian found herself relaxing, until he gave his first command. Not sure how far to part them, she moved her right leg until the back of the couch stopped her. This parted her knees about six inches.

  “Good girl,” he praised her softly. “Now, lay this leg out to the side so you’re spread nice and wide.” He tapped her left leg.

  The words of praise made her want to hear him talk again in that dark, sexy tone. But she froze when she realized how he wanted her left leg. If she did as he requested, the hem of her chemise would ride up and her pussy would be exposed.

  Sucking in a breath, she fought the urge to close her legs again or go even further and cross her thighs. Closing her eyes, she slowly dropped her leg to the side until it rested on the seat of the couch.

  He patted her knee. “Very good, baby. Now hold very still while we get better acquainted.”

  “Yes, Sir,” Jillian whispered.

  His hand stroked up her inner thigh halfway then back down again, his skin warm against hers. He sat silent for several minutes, his hand moving slowly over her skin, up and down. His touch relaxed her, mesmerized her, turning her on. By the time the side of his thumb brushed through the hair shielding her pussy, she ached for his touch. She arched her hips forward, hoping he would rub his thumb more solidly against her.

  But his hand was gone again, stroking back down her leg. A few seconds later, it returned. This time, the pad of his thumb burrowed between the puffy lips. He drew this thumb up and down from her wet opening, up and over her clit to the top of her slit as he began asking questions.

  “Have you ever been tied up before?” He brushed the pad of his thumb back and forth over the entrance to her cunt.

  “No, Sir,” Jillian answered as a shiver raced through her. She felt her juices flow to anoint his skin.

  “But you’d like to,” he stated. The hand that wasn’t between her legs pulled the spaghetti strap down her arm until the lacy edge at the top of the chemise caught on her beaded nipple. “You’d like me to tie you naked to a bed and have my way with you, wouldn’t you?”

  His left hand slid up and down her arm before sliding around to the front of her chest. With a flick of his pinkie, he pushed the material down, exposing her entire breast. He cupped his hand around the mound of flesh, brushing his palm over her beaded nipple, sending warm, electrical pulses from tits to clit.

  Jillian heard a moan, and it took a moment before she realized it came from her. “What would you do to me?”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Um, what would you do to me, Sir?”

  “Would you like to go upstairs and find out? I assure you that we will both enjoy the hell out of it.”

  Chapter 3

  The invitation rumbled through his chest as the words entered her ears. He pushed his thumb into her cunt to the first joint at the same time the fingers of his other hand took her nipple between two fingers and tweaked it. The feel of him in and around her sent her lust spiraling. She clenched the muscles of her cunt around the intruder as she shifted, pushing her chest harder into his fingers.

  “Baby? Answer the question,” his voice demanded. “I do not like repeating myself.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Yes, what, baby?” His fingers tightened painfully around her nipple.

  “Yes, Sir, I’d like to go upstairs with you.” Jillian moaned.

  “What’s your safe word?”

  “Red, Sir,” she whispered.

  “And when do you use it?”

  “If things get to too painful or too much for me to handle.”

  “That’s right.” Master Gunner pulled his hands from her body. “Stand up.”

  Jillian struggled to her feet with her hands still secured together. Once standing, she tried to pull up the fallen strap to cover her tit. But with her wrists locked together, she couldn’t bend her arms in the right direction to reach it. She didn’t notice her Master stand until he wrapped his fingers around the clips holding her wrist cuffs together.

  “Leave it,” he ordered.

  Jillian’s cheeks burned with embarrassment as she followed him across the room and up the stairs to the balcony overlooking the club’s main floor. She felt like a slave girl being led to the Viking’s bed for an evening of celebrating a successful raid. Instead of looking around the room to see who was watching, she kept her eyes glued on Master G’s tight, delectable ass.

  * * * *

  At the top of the stairs, Gunner pulled the key from his pocket that Taurus had given him earlier. After checking the number, he strolled down the balcony to the far end, half expecting the woman behind him to balk. But she kept up, moving even closer once they were on the balcony. It was as if she was trying to hide, but from whom?

  By the time they reached the reserved room, she was only inches behind him, her arms the only things keeping their bodies from touching. Opening the door, he then stepped back to allow her to precede him into the private room.

  “Oh my,” he heard her say.

  He s
miled as she took in the room decorated as an old English royal bedchamber complete with paneled walls and a four-post bed hung with maroon velvet curtains. Gunner closed and locked the door as she wandered around the room, stopping in the doorway leading to the bathroom decorated in a corresponding theme but containing all the modern conveniences, including a claw foot tub Gunner couldn’t wait to share with his little sub.

  While she checked out the bathroom, he opened the hidden cupboard Taurus had told him about, which held a variety of sex toys. He dropped his choices into an empty basket, which he set on the small table near the head of the bed.

  “Baby? Are you finished finding the corners?” he asked, thinking of a puppy his mother used to have that had to check out every corner in every room before he could relax.

  He smiled when she appeared in the doorway, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I’m sorry, Sir. I’ve never been in any of these rooms before,” she said, crossing to stand before him.

  “What is your experience with the Dom/sub life?” Gunner reached for her wrists and released the clip holding the cuffs together.

  “Um, well, I’ve read about it and have come here with Blaze twice before,” Jillian admitted softly.

  “Have you ever participated in a scene?” He took her hand and led her toward the bed, keeping everything very low-key, conversing casually as he moved her education forward.

  “Um, well, the last time I watched Blaze get tied to a St. Andrew’s cross and flogged. Then the Dom finger-fucked her until she came.” Jillian dropped her head to look at her toes.

  Gunner turned her around so her back was to the bed. He reached for the hem of her chemise and pulled it over her head and off without ceremony. As she gasped in surprise, he clipped her right wrist to an eyehook in the headboard.

  Picking up the chemise from the floor, he wrapped it around his hand and caressed her skin. “So soft. So beautiful,” he murmured.