McKenzie, Cooper - A Club Esoteria Christmas [Club Esoteria 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (5 page)

He felt her eyes watching, but she stayed silent as he made a circuit behind the bar. At the far end, he reached into box where they kept extra condoms and lube. He pulled out three condoms and tucked two into a front pocket. The third he kept out and held up within her light of sight. He returned to her slowly, continuing his cleaning and straightening. He fought back a smile of satisfaction at the expression of aroused fear that she wore as she watched his every move.

Without a word, he unzipped his jeans and pushed them down far enough down his hips that his cock and balls bobbed free. Her eyes watched his every move. They grew impossibly larger as they did each time she saw his erection. He opened the condom pack and sheathed his cock just before stepping up behind her.

He brushed his cock from clit to back hole and back up again. Sinclair sucked a quick breath in through her nose and released it in an open-mouthed sigh around the scarf in her mouth at his touch. His cock throbbed with the urgency that had been building in him since they had arrived to help set up for the party.

He slid his cock between her pussy lips then rubbed the head up and down several times. He leaned forward and ran his lips across the top of her right shoulder.

“Hold onto the bar and arch your back, sunshine,” he whispered.

She turned her head enough to look at him out of the corner of her eye. Then she nodded her acceptance. Wrapping one hand around the back of her neck, he held her head steady as he shifted to the side and angled forward enough to kiss her.

She moaned softly when he pulled away. When he made no further move, she twisted her wrists in their silken bonds and grabbed at the counter in front of her. Arching her back, she looked over her shoulder at him and lifted an eyebrow as if to say “Well, get to it already.”

He nuzzled his cheek against hers as the lighting on the stage changed. “Watch the show and don’t make a sound, understand?”

She nodded and pressed her hips back against his, her juices dripping steadily on his cock.

“Good girl,” he praised her.

Taking a deep breath for control, he pulled his hips back, bent his knees, and fit the head of his cock to her entrance. As the stage grew darker and dramatic tango music began onstage, he slid home and they both sighed.

Pulling his vest open further, Jackson leaned forward and pressed his chest against her back, the only thing between them the thin layers of her dress. Once fully seated inside her, he stilled. When she shifted, he grabbed her hips to keep her from moving on his shaft until thought he could move his cock without exploding.

Putting his lips right next to her ear, he whispered, “Relax and enjoy, my love. It’s going to be a long, slow ride.”

Chapter 5

Sloan looked up at Merlin as the lighting changed and the stage grew darker. “Luck,” she said more to herself than to him.

He squeezed her hand and smiled. “We’ll be fine.”

She took a deep breath as another contraction started to tighten the muscles up and down her spine then across her back, around her sides, and over her belly.

“Yeah, fine,” she said with a tight smile.

She hoped he misread her expression as fear and not pain. She wanted to please Master and make Sir look good, and not interrupt the party or earn punishment from her men for not telling them she was going into labor.

The music started, and she began counting. At ten, she moved forward and focused on the dance. As soon as they began moving across the stage, her muscles relaxed, and she was able to breathe easier. At least until she heard the oohs and aahs from the audience. She wondered if it was the dance steps or her fat, pregnant belly causing the commotion.

She stumbled, but Merlin caught her, steadied her, and turned her into his arms. This was not part of their practiced dance, but she followed him easily. She had learned during their dance lessons that all she had to do was follow and Sir would never lead her wrong.

“Look at me, angel. Ignore them and look at me,” he ordered sternly.

As soon as she met his dark chocolate eyes, the rest of the world fell away and it was just the two of them and the music. They could have been home dancing in the living room for Master for all she cared. She smiled up at him and easily followed as he led her through a few improvised steps until they caught up with the music.

Her body responded to his touch as it always did, her nipples growing hard and pussy lips growing puffy. Though the audience could not see her reaction, Sir did.

“That’s right, angel, let me and the music carry you away,” he murmured as he guided her smoothly across the floor. “You’ve got me so hot. When this is over, we’re going to go upstairs and you’re to suck my cock while Master fills your hot, wet pussy.”

* * * *

Tied securely to the bar and held between Master Jackson and the cooler, Sinclair panicked for a moment. This was not like her first visit to the club six months earlier when she had given him a blow job behind the bar.

Thankfully at that time, the club had not yet opened for the evening and they had been caught by only a few people who knew Jackson. Tonight there were a lot of people within just a few yards, most of whom she had met but hardly felt she knew well enough to have sex in front of.

It did not matter that the small crowd’s attention focused on the stage and not them. She remained tense and scared. How in hell was she supposed to find release like this?

Jackson slid his hands under her arms and around her chest to cup her breasts. His hands then moved upward to slip the spaghetti straps of her dress off her shoulders and down her arms nearly to her elbows, peeling the fabric from her breasts and baring them.

Nerves caused her to stiffen further, moving her hips up and back, which moved his cock deeper inside her. The small fucking motion did little to take her mind off the situation but did ratchet her need up another notch.

She felt Jackson lean close enough for his heat to reach her through the layers of her dress. “Relax, sunshine. You’re doing just fine.”

She shook her head vehemently, but kept her teeth clenched tight on the scarf. If she parted her lips, she was not sure what would emerge—a scream for him to release her or a cry for him to hurry up and fuck her until she came.

Her breathing grew shorter and shorter and spots began to swim between her and the people sitting with their backs to her just a half dozen feet away. People she just knew would be turning around at any moment and seeing her predicament. She began panting, then gasping around the wet silk in her mouth, trying to pull in enough air to remain conscious.

“Close your eyes, sunshine,” Jackson whispered.

He slowly pulled his cock back until only the head remained in her. He held still for the longest few seconds of her life before easing the thick length back in one slow millimeter at a time until he filled her again. The slow movement sent shivers through her, yanking her mind away from the crowd around them and back to focus solely on his actions.

Sinclair closed her eyes then dropped her head forward. She rested her forehead on her crossed wrists. It was a stretch, and she ended up standing on her tiptoes, her lower belly pressed against the cold lid of the drink cooler, but she was hidden as much as she could below the level of the bar counter. Her breathing remained fast and shallow and she wondered if she would pass out before Master was finished with her.

“Listen to my breathing,” Jackson said in her ear as he began to slide out again. “Breathe with me, Sinclair. Slow and deep, in…out…in…out. Feel me. Feel my heart beating against your back. Feel the throb in my cock as it slides oh so slowly into your pussy.”

Sinclair focused on his words as he continued to speak softly in her ear. She slowed her breathing to match his and then felt his heart beating in her and around her. She forgot about the people just yards away. She forgot about everything except Jackson and the throbbing pulse that raced through them, uniting their hunger into one living, breathing entity.

She tried to move her hips in counterpoint to his easing in and out, but being trapped between him and the cooler, she could only move a few inches. As his breathing and pulse sped up, she matched him breath for breath and heartbeat for heartbeat.

He leaned closer as he pressed deeper and held himself still then dropped one hand to her mound where he slid a finger between her lips and over her clit. “Come, sunshine. Come with your Master now.”

At his soft words, Sinclair convulsed as her orgasm swept out from where he had grown bigger in her pussy. As she did, he began jerking with his own release. She tried to fight down the cry that always accompanied such intense arousal. A long, low moan emerged anyway. Right now, she did not care if the whole club turned around and watched.

Once Jackson calmed, he released her wrists from their silken bonds. As usual, she was shocked at how quickly he recovered when all she wanted to do was curl up in his arms and take a nap.

Once she was untied, he took a clean bar towel and cleaned them both up. Then he quickly straightened her clothes and then his own. She stood still and silent, every muscle in her body continuing to quiver. She remained compliant even as he led her back to her stool in the corner of the bar. After laying another clean towel on the seat, Jackson lifted her and set her down on it.

Kissing her long and deep, he pulled away and smiled down at her. “We’ll have to do that again soon.”

“Okay,” was all her sex-muddled brain could come up with to say in response.

* * * *

By the time their music ended and they finished dancing, Sloan felt herself on the verge of an orgasm from just the heat in Sir’s eyes and his occasional suggestive remarks. Surprisingly the contractions that had been growing stronger all afternoon and evening abated while they were onstage. Almost hypnotized by Sir’s deep dark eyes, she jumped when applause drowned out the last strains of their music.

Turning to the audience, she found Master sitting where he had been, smiling and looking quite pleased with his submissives. One hand rubbed across the impressive bulge tenting his leathers as he met her gaze.

“Good girl,” he mouthed.

She smiled at him before bowing and following Sir off the stage, their hands still linked. It took a few minutes to pass through the audience. Every Dom and Domme they passed wanted to rub her belly and express how much they enjoyed the dance.

Then they finally reached Master, Sloan used the arm of the couch to kneel before Dane. She did not have to look to know that Merlin knelt beside her. They were, after all, Dane’s slaves, and this was their proper place.

“Did you like that, Master?” she asked softly, trying not to wince as a strong contraction raced around her middle.

When he ran a hand through her hair and down to palm the side of her face, she pressed her cheek deeper into his touch. She continued panting as she hoped he would mistake it for her still being out of breath from the dance and fighting the urge to howl as pain threaded through her body.

“Yes, angel, pet, I enjoyed it very much,” he said. “Now I’m going to relax protocols tonight. Come up and sit on the couch with me.”

“Yes, Master,” she and Merlin answered in unison.

Merlin stood then picked her up and set her in Dane’s lap. He then sat down on the couch next to their Master and pulled her feet in his lap. He began massaging her feet, causing her to make small sounds and shift as he did. The feeling of his hands massaging her sensitive feet helped to relax her as the contraction eased off.

“Hold still, angel, or I’ll be making a mess in my pants and you’ll be getting a spanking for causing me to come too soon.”

“I’m feeling the same way, Master.” Merlin leaned over and rested his head on Dane’s shoulder. “I think we should take her upstairs and play now instead of waiting until later.”

“No, pet. It would be very bad manners to disappear before the talent show is over. But then we’ll go upstairs and…angel, are you all right?” He broke off midsentence as a gush of warm fluid covered his lap.

Angel tried to bury her face into his vest, biting her lip to keep from crying out as the strongest contraction so far pulled her back and belly inside out. She did not want to detract from the submissive telling jokes on the stage, but she knew she was far from all right. She panted through the worst of it before lifting her head from his shoulder.

Blinking back tears, she spoke through gritted teeth. “No, Master, I’m not. I think my water just broke.” The pain grew even more intense at her admission, and she could not keep from moaning.