A Club Esoteria Wedding [Club Esoteria 11] (Siren Publishing Classic) (7 page)

As the same feelings of fear and excitement washed through her, Whitney opened the door to the club and slipped into the back hall. Unlike her first visit when she had worn shoes, jeans, and a shirt, she was properly dressed as a submissive with no shoes and only her orange teddy covering her body.

A feeling of déjà vu swept over her as she approached toward the end of the hallway that opened into the club. If Master wanted to replay the night of their first meeting, she was more than willing to cooperate.

The scents, sights, and sounds of the club washed over her, adding to her excitement. This was her world now, a world she was comfortable with, as long as Master was by her side. Alone she still felt exposed and nervous.

“Looking good,” Gentry said with a grin as Antony, his brother slave, gave a loud wolf whistle. They wore matching olive-green thongs, the color looking good on both men. The skimpy material also showed off both their impressively well-built bodies and bulged with their manhoods. Their black leather collars and wrist cuffs matched as well.

“Hush, you two, unless you want Master Taurus to be the one to discipline you on the appropriate behavior of a slave boy toward another man’s property.” Mistress Jenna joined them and frowned at her slave mates.

“No, Mistress. We’re sorry, Mistress,” the men apologized in unison.

Then Mistress Jenna turned her focus to her. “Very nice, Whitney, but you’re missing your collar. Get to your Master, and tell him I said he needs to rectify that situation immediately.”

“Yes, Mistress Jenna.”

Jenna nodded and grabbed the front of her men’s thongs. “Come along, pets, it’s time for your discipline for being so forward with someone not your Mistress.”

The men each sucked a breath as she squeezed their cocks then followed without another word. Whitney watched them go before turning to the bar where her gorgeous Master stood watching her. Like her, he wore the same leather vest and pants he had that first night, baring his well-sculpted body and furred chest to her perusal. Meeting his eyes across the room, she smiled and licked her dry lips.

His lips curled up slightly as one eyebrow lifted in surprise. Then he raised a hand chest high and used two fingers to make a
come here
motion. Whitney smiled in return but did not heed her Master’s bidding. Instead, she turned and slowly eased her way around the room just as she had that first night.

As she slowly circled the room, she felt Taurus’s eyes on her as members, both Doms and subs, stopped her to congratulate her or ask questions. Every Dom also made a point of asking her where her collar was.

She had just finished assuring a couple that the wedding and reception would be club casual, and yes, leathers would be acceptable, when she felt a large, warm presence behind her. She smiled as long, muscular arms wrapped around her and, crossing over her chest to cover her breasts, pulled her back to lean against him.

A pair of lips nibbled their way up the right side of her neck before taking possession of her earlobe. She moaned as his hands tightened over her breasts and pressed an erect cock into the cleft of her ass.

“Little mouse, you wear no collar. Why is that?” Taurus’s voice whispered hoarsely.

“I’m sorry, Master, but I could not find my collar,” Whitney moaned as she tilted her head to the side to allow him more access to what she had learned was one of her most erogenous zones.

“Hmm, a little mouse who has lost her collar sounds like a punishing offense to me, Taurus,” Dane said with a chuckle as he walked by with his slave, Merlin, under one arm and Merlin’s slave, Sloan, under the other.

A shiver of fear flashed through Whitney, though she knew her Master would never be cruel in his punishments. They normally ranged from a quick spanking to a long, drawn-out session of sexual torture, which would take her within a millimeter of her orgasmic peak but not let her go over the edge.

Taurus did not respond to the other Master’s comment. Instead, he licked over the spot where her neck and shoulder came together that weakened her knees every time he paid it attention.

“Come with me, little mouse,” he said softly, “and we’ll take care of this problem of your missing collar.”

Pulling his arms from around her, he held her until she found her balance before taking her right hand in his left, and leading her across the bar. She was surprised to see most of those club members present that evening had gathered in front of the raised stage in the back corner of the room. Her eyes swept the stage, and she saw there was one of the raised spanking benches set in the center of the stage and spotlighted.

Without acknowledging those they passed, Taurus led her through the crowd toward the stage steps. When she slowed and pulled on his arm, he stopped and turned to frown down at her. “What’s wrong, mouse?”

Never liking to be the center of attention, Whitney swallowed hard before she could whisper, “What’s going on, Master?”

Her heart began to race as her cheeks began to burn. She did not want to be the center of attention. It was bad enough to be it tomorrow at the wedding, but she had been mentally preparing for those moments all week. She was completely unprepared for this and really just wanted Master to take her upstairs so they could be alone.

“We’re going to take care of that collar problem of yours,” he responded with a wink.

“You were a bad little mouse for coming into the club this evening without wearing a collar on your pretty little neck.”

“But, Master,” she started then swallowed down the rest of her protest when he merely lifted an eyebrow at her. Knowing she would never get out of whatever was to happen next, she took a deep breath and dropped her head until she stared at his boots. “Yes, Master.”

She did not lift her head again until they had walked out onto the stage and stood face-to-face. He positioned them so they were sideways to the group standing just a few feet away. As his submissive and slave, she kept her face down. Ever since she had started coming to the club, people had picked apart her behavior, and tonight of all nights she did not want to embarrass her Master in front of their friends.

“Eyes on me, mouse,” Taurus murmured.

Whitney lifted her gaze and met the heat, passion, and love swirling in the deep blue-green depths of Taurus’s eyes. It felt as if she fell into those depths as Jenna stepped up beside them and began the ceremony that had bound other couples as Dominant and submissive couples over the past two years. Their audience faded as she lost herself in her Master’s warm green gaze.

She felt as if she were in a dream as she knelt before her Master at the appropriate time. She repeated Jenna’s words, placing her body, soul, and obedience in Taurus’s hands in a soft but confident voice, the feeling of rightness welling up in her as the ceremony continued. Not only would Taurus be her Master, but in less than twenty-four hours he would also be her husband. Could life get any better than this?

A soft snick at her throat brought her back to the here and now. She blinked and realized that Taurus had just wrapped a collar around her neck, which he had locked in place. It felt cool against her skin, sending a quick shiver through her as it slowly soaked in the warm from her skin.

She lifted one hand to touch the chain around her neck as Mistress Jenna said, “I now pronounce you Master and slave.” With that, the room erupted in applause.

Whitney never took her eyes from Taurus’s as he easily lifted her to her feet in a show of strength that never failed to thrill her. When he pulled her into his chest, she went willingly, and smiled up at him. “I love you, Master.”

“And I love you, my sweet little mouse. Not too long ago you complained that we never scene together in the club anymore. Do you remember?”

Thinking back to the day she ran away from the club convinced he no longer wanted her in his life, she nodded. “Yes, Master, I remember.”

“You’ve been so stressed lately, I have decided what you need is something special to help you relax so you’ll sleep well tonight,” he said with a naughty grin. “I don’t want my wife-to-be showing up too tense to enjoy her big day.”

Whitney returned his smile and nodded without saying another word. What was there to say? Master was in charge of her, body and soul, and what Master said was law.

He led her over to the spotlighted bench and stood her so that her back was to the crowd. She remained still as he moved around behind her. Without a word, he dropped a black scarf over her eyes and tied it snugly into place.

Just that quickly, Whitney’s senses shifted. Her fear of being on display dropped away as fast as her sight had been taken from her. Blindfolded, Whitney could pretend that she and her Master were alone. Especially since someone had turned up the music loud enough so that all she heard was the classic Prince song, “1999.”

After another long, deep kiss that blanked her mind even further, Master Taurus took hold of her teddy’s lace shoulder straps and pulled them down her arms and body until the material was puddled on the floor around her feet.

She sucked a sharp breath, wanting to protest being naked in front of so many people. Before she could speak, he kissed her again. Her fear rolled away, and she cooperated when he picked her up then placed her belly down on the spanking bench. She pulled in another breath when her skin made contact with the cold leather.

“Feel okay?” he asked as he brushed his lips across the back of her neck and a hand down her spine.

“Not really,” she answered truthfully, “but I’m not in any physical pain, Master.”

She heard him chuckle as he licked her earlobe. “Such an honest little mouse,” he praised softly.

He then secured her right wrist cuffs to the eyebolts so her arm pulled straight and taut. When he did the same to her left arm, she could do no more than shift her upper body a few inches in any direction on the bench.

She felt cool air waft over her skin as Taurus moved around the table. He took hold of her hips and pulled her further down the padded wooden bench until her ass, clit, and cunt hung over the end of the table and then adjusted her legs so her shins took the bulk of her weight.

He then wrapped cuffs around her ankles and secured them to the table. Then a strap dropped across her lower back and then snugged down as he attached it to the other side of the table. With that, she could not move away from whatever he was about to do.

Master Taurus checked her cuffs to make sure they were not cutting off the circulation to her fingers and toes. Then he stepped back, and the air settled around her.

“Breathe, little mouse, and relax,” he gently ordered before verbally guiding her through several cycles of slow, deep breaths.

As usual, his perceptiveness surprised Whitney. As she obeyed, muscles she had not even realized were knotted tight with tension began to loosen up and untie themselves. He began to rub his hands in long strokes down either side of her spine as she focused on her breathing. He continued until her muscles let go, and she melted into the table.

She felt the smile on his lips as he brushed a kiss over the back of one shoulder. “And now we can begin.”

It took a moment for her to decipher the meaning of his words, but when she did, she began to stiffen up again. If they had not already entered the scene, then what did he have planned?

“Breathe, mouse. In. Out. In. Out.”

She followed his verbal lead and turned her focus on her breathing. She thought she heard him move around but could not be sure of his actions until she heard the sound of leather on flesh just as she felt multiple strands land on left shoulder in a gentle slap of a flogger. He then struck her right shoulder with the same gentle stroking before moving down her back in slow, gentle, rhythmic strokes.

By the time Taurus worked over her ass, she was panting for breath, and her entire mound was wet with her juices as her muscles tightened with arousal and not pre-wedding stress. Instead of acknowledging her sexual need, he began moving up her body again. This time the flogger’s strands struck slightly harder but in the same slow, measured pace.

By the time he reached her shoulders again, her juices flowed freely. She shifted her hips, trying to loosen her bonds as her need wound tighter. But Master Taurus had bound her so her clit was just an inch from the edge of the table, too far away to make the contact needed to flip her over the edge of the orgasm that was gathering around the table.

She gasped then moaned when Taurus exchanged the flogger for a cane and used gentle bouncy slaps to massage his way down her back once again. Then the cane was gone.

“Mouse, you’re all tense again,” he observed.

Two fingertips stroked down between the globes of her ass then farther until they slid into her open cunt to the first joint. He twisted the fingers slowly back and forth, going no deeper, but not retreating either. The teasing touch sent Whitney closer and closer to her orgasm but not close enough she could reach it.

“Yes, Master,” she moaned, arching her back to try and take his fingers deeper into her open, wet pussy. “Please, Master.”

“Please, what, love?”

“Please make me come, Master,” she demanded.

Taurus leaned down and kissed the back of her neck before whispering, “No,” just as he pulled his fingers from her core.