McKenzie, Cooper - A Club Esoteria Christmas [Club Esoteria 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (4 page)

“What size?”

“Bigger than a shot glass, smaller than a beer mug,” Antony answered without looking away from Mistress.

“Will this do?”

Antony turned and looked at the small plastic cup sitting on the bar next to his hand. “Perfect, thanks.”

“Welcome home. Once you’re settled in, we’ll have to get together for a dinner so I can introduce you to Sinclair.” Jackson nodded to the woman sitting on a stool at the other end of the bar.

“Yeah, sure. Let me get through the next few days with Mistress and we’ll talk,” Antony said.

He picked up the cup and continued on his way. He slowed as he approached Mistress, surprised when no one noticed or commented on his appearance.

When he reached her side, he did not speak, did not touch her, but just sank to his knees. He set the cup on the floor between his knees and assumed the slave position. Though it had been more than eight months, it felt like only hours had passed since he had last knelt before this woman. His Mistress, who held his heart and life in her hand.

He felt the air move as Gentry knelt to his left.

Antony tried to hold the correct position, but found himself lifting his head to look at the woman he had not seen in so very long. The last time he glanced up, the man standing next to Mistress caught him.

“Mistress Jenna, I think your slave is in need of some discipline,” the man said with a dark chuckle that sent a shiver down Antony’s spine. “I do believe he needs to be reminded how to wait patiently with eyes down and not looking all around.”

“Gentry, are you misbe…” Jenna said, her voice laced with disappointment. “Antony! You’re here! Oh thank you, God.”

Before he could respond, she dropped to her knees and threw herself at him.

He caught her easily and pulled her in for a long hug, burying his face into her loose hair and breathing in the sexy-as-sin perfume she wore. His cock throbbed painfully as she pressed tighter and tighter against him.

“Mistress,” he groaned softly as he leaned forward to keep his hips away from hers. “I’m close. Too close.”

“As well you should be, pet. It’s been three impossibly long damn weeks after an eternal eight months,” Jenna said, holding on tight and pressing her hips even further into her slave’s body.

When her palm brushed against the side of his face, Antony lifted his head and looked into the most gorgeous green eyes he had ever seen. They glistened with her tears, but he knew from past separations they were tears of happiness. He nuzzled the tip of his nose along her cheek in a move that always made her giggle. This time was no different.

He froze when she reached down and slid her hand along the ribbon around his waist to where it tied into the mesh panel. With a single pull, she untied the ribbon and dropped it then slid back until she knelt in front of him. The men she had been talking to drifted away, and everyone else’s attention was on the first act of the talent show.

Antony had never minded be naked in the middle of the club. Mistress often used him for demonstrations for which he was usually nude. But for this first encounter after such a long separation, he wished once again that they were alone either in their apartment on the fourth floor or in one of the private theme rooms just upstairs.

“You brought a cup? You won’t need that.” She picked up the plastic cup and tossed it over her shoulder. A moment later, she gently peeled the mesh from around his cock. “Oh, poor baby. Does it hurt?”

Antony sucked in a breath and clenched his jaw, hoping the head of his cock would not explode. With the intense pressure demanding release from his balls, he wasn’t sure what would happen if she told him he had to hold off his release for more than a few seconds.

“Mistress,” he gasped as she wrapped her hand around the bottom half of his long, hard length.

She gave him the look that meant “shut up and relax.” Shifting back slightly, she then bent forward until her lips were less than an inch from his slit.

“Come for me, pet,” she ordered softly. In the next moment, she parted her lips and closed the last bit of space between them. The hot lips that closed just under the head of his cock sent the pressure in his balls even higher.

Her hand stroked up and down twice before he cried out. Semen surged out of his balls and up through his cock so hard and fast the first jetting pulsation hurt. The pain lessened with each subsequent jet of fluid. His hips jerked spasmodically, thrusting his length even deeper into her mouth. He grabbed her shoulders in order to keep his balance as every muscle in his body went lax.

He panted as if he had just run a marathon as she swallowed every drop of life-fluid from him then gently cleaned him up. Even after she pulled off and sat up with a happy smile, his cock remained hard. At least the pain was much less.

“Welcome home, pet. You have been sorely missed around here.” Mistress leaned in and gave him a long, deep kiss. Antony tasted himself on her lips and tongue for a moment and then it faded and all he tasted was her sweetness.

“Thank you, Mistress. I’ve missed you and this place, too.”

“And me?” Gentry asked, leaning in and wrapping one arm around his back and the other around Jenna.

“Yes, you, too.” Antony turned and kissed Gentry’s cheek before turning back to meet Jenna’s gray-green eyes. “Thank you, Mistress,” he whispered.

She looked at him in confusion. “For what?”

“For letting me come home once more,” he said softly, his eyes dropping to the floor.

He jumped when she grabbed the short hairs above each ear and pulled hard. He could not swallow down his yelp of pain.

“Look at me, slave.”

When he did not respond immediately, she steadily pulled on the hairs until he lifted his eyes to meet hers. His heart dropped to his toes when he saw her blank Domme expression. She was rethinking their relationship. She and Gentry had been without him for eight months, and she did not want him any longer. He had been gone too long this time.

She stared deep into his eyes for more than a minute without blinking. He kept glancing away and then back again, afraid she would read his sadness and pain if he looked too long into her eyes. “We will talk about your returning home later.”

Though he wanted to curl up and cry, Antony swallowed down the lump in his throat and whispered, “Yes, Mistress.”

* * * *

Jenna forced herself to stand and walk away before she grabbed both men by their balls and dragged them upstairs for a sexual orgy that she expected would last well into the new year. She had planned on a quiet homecoming upstairs with just the three of them, but with Mother Nature refusing to cooperate, here they were. She still could not believe she had just sucked her slave off in the middle of the club when she was supposed to be circulating and playing hostess to their guests.

Going to the bar, she met Jackson’s eyes and frowned. He looked nervous. Sinclair was helping him behind the bar, which was becoming a more and more common occurrence even though neither of them truly lived the lifestyle. She did not mind, but there were laws, club, city, and state laws, that had to be addressed if they wanted to stay in business and not lose any of the licenses they had to jump through hoops each year to maintain.

“What are you smirking at?” she asked as she reached over the bar for her travel mug and took a long sip of the decaf iced tea it held. She picked up the two personalized water bottles and handed them to the two men standing just behind her.

“Not a thing, boss,” he said with a smirk as they walked away to join the rest of the partygoers watching an uncollared submissive tap dance.

* * * *

Watching the intimacy of Jenna welcoming Antony home left Jackson hard and needy. He had planned to take his woman out to the garden later on in the evening, but suddenly he was too hungry to wait for his break. He needed relief now. This would also be a good time to push the boundaries of their shared adventures in BDSM a little further.

“Come here, sunshine,” he said softly, lifting an arm and motioning to her with two fingers.

“What’s up?” she asked.

She slipped from the stool he had brought behind the bar earlier for her so she could be close but comfortable and out of his way at the same time. She yelped when he grabbed her arm, half turned her, and popped her ass cheek with his free hand.

“Is that how you speak to me? Here, in this place?”

“I’m sorry, Sir. What can I do for you, Sir?” Sinclair changed her tone immediately to the soft and submissive one that set his arousal to simmering as she rubbed the spot where he had smacked her.

He turned her so she stood in front of the cooler filled with water. Her back was to him, and she faced the stage where the talent show continued.

“Your shoulders look chilled. Pull the back of your dress up and cover them.”

“Sir?” Sinclair turned her head and looked at him out of the corner of one widened eye.

He stared at her without speaking further until she lifted the skirt of her dress and draped hem over her shoulders. This left her lower back and ass bare to his sight and touch.

“Good girl. Now hold your hands out in front of you, palms up.”

He stepped up behind her and pressed his cloth-covered cock between the cheeks of her ass. He pulled a scarf from his pocket while she lifted her forearms and held her hands side by side. Wrapping his arms around her, he secured her wrists together with her own scarf. She gasped at his action but did not fight him. She would never fight him because no matter how shy she was about such things, she loved these forays into the darker side of loving as much as he did. Threading the long end of the silk through a hole drilled into the bar just in front of her, he tied it securely and tethered her to the bar.

Easing back, he slid one hand from her waist up under her dress to follow her spine to her hairline. When he reached her neck, he spread his fingers and drew the fingertips slowly down her back to the top of her ass crease. Turning his hand over, he slid the back of his middle finger down between the globes. He smiled as her ass cheeks squeezed together as if trying to trap his finger between them.

“Spread your legs, sunshine,” he murmured into her ear.

“S–s–sir?”

Jackson pulled his finger from her cleft and cupped an ass cheek in each hand, squeezing them several times. The feel of her smooth silky skin had his cock jerking with the need to slide home and love her with long and hard strokes. He slid his hands around her hips so the sides of his index fingers brushed against her already wet pussy lips.

“Spread ’em,” he ordered, his fingers pressing against the insides of her thighs. “Will you be able to stay silent while I fuck you, or do I need to gag you?”

He waited still and silent until she finally shrugged. He knew she would not be able to not make those small sexy sounds that would surely give away what they were doing to those nearby. While he did not mind having sex in a public place where discovery was imminent, he knew she would panic if anyone turned and started watching them instead of the show on the stage.

“Okay, gag it is, sunshine,” he whispered before kissing her cheek.

Pulling out the second scarf he had brought from her house, he twisted it several times. Lifting it over her head, he leaned around and took her earlobe between his teeth, nibbling softly for a moment. He felt her jerk as her knees folded and hit the front of the cooler before she stiffened. He used the simple touches he knew would wind them both up, hurrying through foreplay so they could get to the good stuff before he exploded in his jeans.

“Open your mouth, sunshine,” he ordered softly. He injected the tone of power that Taurus and Jenna had taught him when they had started playing these games. It was the tone of a Dominant.

She responded immediately, dropping her jaw and opening her mouth without making a sound in protest.

He placed the scarf in her mouth then tied it behind her head, taking care not to tie it too tight. Though they both enjoyed scarf play, he refused to cause his woman pain or anything but the most sensual of discomfort.

“You okay?” he whispered, brushing a kiss across the back of her neck and smiling when she shivered with reaction. “Everything feel loose enough?”

He slid a finger between her wrists and the scarf as he waited for her to nod. Then he stepped back. She made a slight whining sound, but he ignored it as he stalked to the far end of the bar. He wiped counters and tossed away trash as he went, acting as if he did not have a nearly naked woman tied to the bar waiting for his return.