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

by Cooper McKenzie

  Sliding her hands up the back of his legs, she cupped his ass cheeks and massaged the muscles there. Then one hand came around to the front and up to cup his balls. She knew that added stimulus would send him skyrocketing in short order.

  Chapter 6

  Instead of giving into the need to come in her mouth, Taurus used every bit of his strength as her Master and dominant to pull from her mouth and step away from her body. He panted as he turned away to keep her from touching his ready-to-explode cock. Even the chilly evening air did little to cool his passion.

  “Damn, mouse, that mouth of yours is lethal,” he said, his voice low and intense. “But I’m planning on coming deep in your hot, wet cunt as we watch the party going on downstairs.”

  The deck party was still going full swing five stories below them. Reaching down, he helped Whitney to her feet, keeping her hands and body well away from his primed and ready cock. Turning her, he placed her hands on top of the railing and pressed her breasts against its wide side.

  “Look at them, mouse.” He grinned when she hissed as her warm skin came into contact with the cold metal. She immediately tried to back away, but he pulled one leg and then the other back and apart, forcing her to lean heavily against the railing.

  He moved her arms so they rested full length on the railing, giving her no help in trying to keep her tits from contact with the cold metal.

  Moving between her widespread legs, he brushed his cock up and down the valley of her ass as he whispered, “Don’t move, or you won’t be sitting down for a week. Do you understand, mouse?”

  “Yes, Master,” she moaned, her back arching as she tried to move her cunt closer to his cock. “Please, Sir. Fuck. Me. Now.”

  Moving his hips closer, he positioned the head of his cock at her entrance then pushed just the head inside. Wrapping his hands around her hips, he leaned in and took an earlobe between his lips. “And you will not speak again or come without permission.”

  She breathed a barely there whining protest as she nodded her understand.

  Dropping lips to suck at the top of her shoulder, his hips surged forward until he was fully seated in her.

  “You’re so hot and wet and tight around me,” he whispered before he returned to sucking at her skin as he slowly pulled his cock back until only the head remained in her pussy before thrusting deep once again.

  Her breathing caught every time he filled her, but she did not speak. He continued the slow withdraw and fast filling until Whitney was gasping, and her cunt muscles began to tighten down on his cock. As usual, the sounds she made sent him closer to his own limits. But he was determined she come first as they looked out over the river.

  “Open your eyes, princess. Look down at the people, at your subjects. Do you see them?”

  “Mmmm,” she moaned, now in a place where it did not matter that they were only a few stories up, naked and actively fucking. Her back arched as she tried to take him deeper, faster, and harder.

  His own orgasm so close he could taste it, Taurus took his right hand from her hip and, using his fingers, followed the crease where leg met torso around to the front of her body. He continued until he reached her wet, puffy lips just inches from where his cock was sliding in and out of her cunt. Cupping her mound, he used two fingers to part them and expose her clit.

  Rubbing his fingertip back and forth and around her little knot of nerves, he once again took her earlobe between his lips. Her breathing had grown erratic, as had his own, signaling their orgasms were only seconds away.

  “Come with me, princess,” he ordered hoarsely as he pinched her clit between two fingers as his balls clenched and erupted, sending his life juices flooding her cunt.

  She sucked in a breath and then hissed a long sigh as her body began to convulse with her own orgasm. He continued riding her, his fingers gently rolling her clit as his cock pistoned in and out of her until their breathing slowed. The warmth of their combined fluids flowing out of her and over his balls and down his thighs brought him back to the present.

  With a long sigh, he eased from her cunt. Though his body barely functioned, he picked her up. Pulling her legs up to wrap around his waist and pushing her head to his shoulder, he staggered inside. He stopped only long enough to slide the door closed before moving to the bed. Once there, he jerked the covers back before laying her in the middle of the king-size mattress. He crawled in and lay down behind her before pulling the covers up over them. Wrapping his arms around her body, he pulled her back until their bodies were pressed together.

  Her skin was cool, she was trembling, and her breathing was unsteady.

  “Princess? You okay?” he asked, his words slurred with his own relaxation.

  She did not answer, but her breathing had smoothed out, and her fine shaking had stopped. He knew she was asleep.

  “I love you, sweet mouse,” he whispered before brushing a kiss over her hair. Taking a deep breath, he slowly followed her into sleep.

  * * * *

  Whitney woke slowly to pain that seemed to encompass not just her head but her entire body. Opening her eyes, she winced at the bright light that filled the room before slamming them shut again. The throbbing at her temples multiplied exponentially, causing her to suck a breath, which did nothing to help the pain.

  Turning her attention outward, she tried to locate Taurus. She heard no sounds. No shower or bathroom sounds. No newspaper rustling. No sounds at all, except that of her own breathing and the hum of the room’s heating system.

  Had he left her? Had he decided that he did not want such dramatics in his life?

  Rolling to her side with her back to the windows, she pulled her knees to her chest and then pulled a pillow over her head to block out the light. Frowning, she tried to think back through the wine-soaked haze to remember exactly what the hell had happened after they had made love out on the balcony in view of anyone who bothered to look up.

  But she had no memory except a vague recollection of T’s arms securely wrapped around her right before she passed out.

  “Back with the living?” Taurus asked, sounding entirely too cheery for whatever time of the morning it was.

  His sudden presence surprising her, Whitney sat up quickly then moaned as the pounding in her temples escalated from a slow thumping march to a hard, fast drum solo. With eyes squinting in the brightness, she looked around and found him leaning in the doorway that led to the bathroom and living room.

  “You left me,” she stated with a frown.

  “You were sleeping. I had hoped to get back before you woke up, but the hotel didn’t have what I needed, so I had to run out,” he answered easily. “How’s the head?”

  That was when Whitney noticed the bags he held in one hand. “What?” she asked, pointing to them.

  “My own personal hangover cure. Will make a new woman of you in less than an hour,” he said, straightening from the wall and approaching the bed.

  The crackling of the paper bags added another layer to Whitney’s pain, which then made making her stomach roll. Covering her ears, she crawled from the bed and hurried to the bathroom. Pushing the door so the room was dark enough that it did not hurt her eyes, she sighed with relief. After answering nature’s call, she splashed water on her face and ran her fingers through her hair without peeking once in the triple mirror above the sink. Wishing she had remembered her toothbrush, she rinsed her mouth out with water instead.

  By the time she finished, the pain in her head had retreated marginally, and she thought herself ready to face Taurus and whatever vile concoction he had for her to cure her hangover. For she knew he would not allow her getting drunk to pass without some sort of retribution to make her doubly sorry she had overindulged.

  As she walked back into the bedroom, she was surprised to see Taurus was once again naked. Seeing him sprawled across the king-size bed reminded her once again of how far she had come sexually in the last two years. She had been a straightlaced young woman who had lived with her mothe
r and therefore never went naked, not at anytime, anywhere. She had also kept her vibrator, other sex toys, and erotic e-books hidden for fear her mother might find them and be scandalized. Nowadays, Master preferred her to be naked or as close as possible whenever they were alone.

  Taurus sat up and nodded toward the small table beside the bed. “Take those pills with the juice,” he ordered gently.

  “What are they?”

  “Two over-the-counter painkillers and a vitamin-B complex,” he answered.

  Once she had taken the pills as instructed, he rearranged himself so he was in the middle of the bed leaning back against the pillows piled against the head of the bed. He looked like a golden god there resting against the silky cream-colored bedding. Even with the juice, her mouth went dry again as his right hand wrapped around his cock and began to pump it in a slow and easy rhythm.

  “Come sit on my lap, Whitney. I want to talk to you,” he said solemnly but with a wink and a grin. Whitney could not help the small smile that lifted her lips in response.

  * * * *

  Taurus continued stroking his cock as he waited oh-so-impatiently for Whitney to join him. He could not wait to move forward with the plans he had made as he waited for her to wake up. He only hoped she accepted her rightful place by his side.

  He watched closely as she slowly moved to the foot of the bed then climbed onto it and crawled up between his legs. She wore a sexy little smile on her lips though pain was still evident in her pale-purple eyes.

  When her head dipped and she went to suck his cock, his free hand cupped her chin to keep her from reaching her target. “I said sit on my lap, mouse.”

  His heart filled when she nodded and moved to straddle his thighs then knee-walked close enough that her widespread slit brush against the tip of his cock. “Like this, Master?” she asked with a tone to her voice that sent his blood surging, causing his cock to jerk in his hand.

  “Not quite,” he said, pushing his hips up so his cock’s head spread her lower lips even farther apart. Then he pulled her down until she fully sheathed his cock and settled down on his hips.

  “Now that’s perfect.” He sighed. He pulled her down until she rested on top of him before flipping the comforter over them to keep them warm. When she continued looking at him, he lifted a hand and pressed her head to his shoulder. “Relax and let go of the pain.”

  She remained stiff for a few minutes but slowly relaxed when all he did was hold her head to his shoulder and stroke a hand up and down her spine. Closing his eyes, he smiled and relished the feel of his woman, his mouse, his princess, in his arms.

  As soon as her pain eased, he would put the next phase of his plan into motion. It was long overdue for his little mouse to understand fully what she meant to him.

  Chapter 7

  Whitney drifted, caught in a place between sleep and awake that felt like subspace but at the same time did not. The pain in her temples abated as she lay with Taurus filling her as well as surrounding her. One arm rested across her lower back while the other stroked her spine as if he were petting a cat.

  She lost track of time until the thought that this loving interlude away from the club might not be what she hoped slammed her back to Earth. This might just be his way of getting her to return to the club and remain under his command.

  If she gave in, would she get the long-term commitment she had not realized until now she wanted? Or would things go on just as they had been the last few months, with her living in a state of limbo without knowing what she meant to him?

  She stiffened at that thought. Lifting her head from where it rested against his shoulder, she looked at him and found him studying her expression.

  “Feeling better?” he asked. His voice had dropped to the low, seductive range that had her creaming herself every time he used it.

  “Mmmm,” she breathed, dropping her forehead to his shoulder and blinking against hot tears that suddenly sprang up. She could not keep the tears from her voice when she asked, “So what happens now?”

  He hugged her tighter as if he understood, even though she had no explanation for herself. “Now you need to make a decision,” Taurus said, his voice still deep and rumbling through his chest where it pressed against hers.

  “What decision?”

  “Whether or not you would be interested in being my mouse, my slave, my princess for the rest of our days?”

  Whitney blinked and lifted her head to stare at Taurus, having a hard time understanding exactly what he was asking. “Huh?”

  “Will you, my beautiful Whitney, marry me?

  At the more traditional proposal, her mind went completely blank for a second. She blinked and frowned at him.

  “Um,” she started before stopping again.

  She ran her tongue over her dry-as-old-bones lips. Using his chest for leverage, she sat back until all that connected them was his cock still buried deep in her cunt, and her legs pressed against his hips.

  “Are you sure? I mean, I don’t want you to feel pressured to do something you don’t want to do, or aren’t ready for. We don’t have to get married even. I’ve just been feeling like I have no place in your life.”

  She would have continued to talk him out of his proposal, except the Dom look he gave her and the finger he placed over her mouth stopped her cold. Instead, she parted her lips and licked the pad of his fingertip.

  “I love you, my sweet mouse, my loving Whitney. I want to marry you. I want you wearing my ring, my collar, and my name. I never want you to worry about your place in our bed, or our playroom. Will. You. Marry. Me?”

  The heat in his eyes and his serious expression convinced her that he was serious. He really did want to marry her.

  “Yes. Yes. Absolutely yes.” Her acceptance was punctuated with a kiss between each word.

  Tilting her head, she ran her fingers through his hair and held his head steady as she took the kiss deeper. He responded by tightening his arms around her as his dominant side took over. She relinquished control immediately, not fighting when he rolled them until she found herself flat on her back looking up at him.

  He pulled his arms from around her at the same time he pulled his cock from her. Whitney could not help the whine that emerged when he pushed up to rest on his hands and knees above her, separating their bodies completely.

  “Where you going?” she asked as he brushed a kiss over her lips.

  “Not far,” he assured her as he kissed his way from her lips down over her chin, her neck, the centerline of her body to the valley between her tits. Once there he made forays left and right up each mound to suck and nibble on each nipple before continuing down her body.

  He paused at her belly button to lick at the dimple and then blow air in it, sending Whitney into giggles, which continued as he laid a line of smacking kisses down her lower belly to the top of her slit. From there he licked his way down between her thighs to the warm, wet entrance of her pussy that only moments before had enveloped his cock so lovingly.

  “Lift your hips, mouse,” he ordered, the vibrations of his words sending shivers through her body.

  Always wanting to keep her man happy, Whitney bent her legs, planted her feet, and lifted her hips several inches from the bed. She heard a cloth sliding on cloth, and when Master Taurus pressed on her lower abdomen to signal her to drop her hips, she found they were now elevated on a pillow.

  Then Master went to work giving her pleasure. Sliding two fingers into her cunt, he began to slowly work them in and out while licking around and over her erect clit, driving her over the orgasmic edge again and again until Whitney could no longer tell one orgasm from the next.

  “Please, Master,” she gasped, though she was barely able to mentally form words, much less speak them.

  “Please what, sweet mouse? More? Stop? What do you want?”

  Taurus barely lifted his head to answer her plea. Once he finished, he took her clit between his lips and used his tongue to mash it against the roof of his m
outh as he sucked it hard. Whitney cried out as her body arched off the bed once more with another stronger orgasm.

  “You, Master. I need you. Please fill me with your cock. Please love me, Master. Please,” she panted even as another orgasm rolled through her.

  “Of course, my love. All you had to do was ask,” Taurus said with a sexy chuckle.

  Pushing her legs to her chest, he licked, kissed, and nibbled his way up her body until he knelt between her legs and the tip of his cock brushed her cunt. With one solid thrust, he once again buried it deep inside her. The second driving push sent it so deep she felt it press against her womb.

  “Mmmmm,” she moaned as she worked to catch her breath.

  Not in a position to move, which seemed to be what he liked best, she relaxed and smiled up at him. He began to slide in and out. He started slow then increased speed with each thrust. Soon he was pistoning in and out, once again driving her up the mountain of arousal.

  Needing to ground herself before she shot into outer space, Whitney grabbed the arms planted on the mattress on either side of her hips. She wrapped her hands around his wrists and tried to pull them closer. She needed him closer, touching her with more than just his cock.

  He smiled in response. The feral hunter’s smile told her he knew exactly what her intentions were. He then leaned over her in a move that sent his cock dragging over her clit as well as filling her with every thrust.

  One last whopper of an orgasm came out of nowhere just as his hips began to thrust even deeper, and he roared with his own release. Heat filled her cunt as his juices mixed with her own. She released his arms when he slowly dropped and melted over her. Grinning, she hugged him tight and kissed whatever skin was within reach.