A Pixie for Master Sinjin [Club Esoteria 16] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Cooper McKenzie

  Uncrossing his legs and leaning forward, Sinjin placed two fingers under her chin then lifted her head until he could look into her eyes. With her deep-red hair and pale-blue eyes, she looked like a timeless Celtic beauty from another era.

  He wanted to touch, kiss, and catalog every freckle on her body, which might take the rest of the weekend. His cock stood at full attention and throbbed with long-ignored need. He wanted to do so much more but first, he needed answers. Answers that only she could give him.

  Before he could organize his questions in a coherent order for Gunnar to translate, his stepbrother stood then pulled his woman to her feet. He wrapped one large hand around Jillian’s neck and guided her away. Then Sinjin and this beautiful submissive named Mary Claire were alone.

  Suddenly he was at a loss. How was he supposed to communicate with this woman without Gunnar there to give voice to his words?

  * * * *

  Mary Claire watched Master Sinjin as Master Gunnar and Jillian walked away. When his gaze returned to her, sparks of panic filled them. Then it hit her. He did not know she could sign.

  Knowing she was breaking protocol, but hoping to put the man at ease, she lifted her hands and signed, “It is nice to meet you, Master Sinjin. I hope you find me worthy of your attentions this evening.”

  She held back a smile as he blinked once, and then again before asking, “You sign?”

  “Yes, Sir, I learned when I was twelve.”

  He nodded and visibly relaxed. Then he studied her a little closer. “Is this why Gunnar felt you would be a good submissive for me to meet this evening?”

  Mary Claire’s smile widened as she shrugged. “I believe Jillian felt you might be interested in playing with a kinky little schoolgirl who could sign.”

  “And why did you come over here? Or are the submissives in the East that much bolder than the ones I’ve met back home?”

  Taking a deep breath, Mary Claire held it for a few seconds before releasing it again. He would not be happy with anything less than the truth. “I saw you when you came in and was intrigued. New club members of the dominant persuasion are few and far between here in the Bible belt. When I saw you and Gunnar signing, I thought I would introduce myself and offer my services as either a play partner for the evening or translator if you choose to scene with someone else.”

  Mary Claire felt the air around them change as Master Sinjin took a deep breath. It seemed as if he shifted into his Dominant personality in those seconds. “And are you looking for a gentle Dom to play with?”

  Her hips shifted slightly as her clit clenched again. Mary Claire nodded her head at the same time she lifted her right hand, made a fist, and moved it in an up and down motion.

  “Hmmm, I have been looking for a special girl to take care of tonight. Do you think you might be her?”

  “I hope so, Sir,” Mary Claire signed. Truth be known, she would happily become Peter Pan and never grow up if he would agree to be her Dom.

  “My first rule is that you will address me as Sir.” He made a letter S then held his hand high over his temple and drew it down an inch.

  Mary Claire repeated the move. Then as she spoke the words, she signed, “Yes, Sir.”

  “Very good, pixie. I do read lips, if you want to communicate with me that way,” he signed. “Like when your hands are busy with other things.”

  Her eyes opened slightly, but she smiled. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl. Now, stand up and show me this outfit you’re wearing.”

  Her entire body heating, Mary Claire stood. She tried to rise gracefully, wincing when her knees crackled from the chrondomalacia she jokingly claimed to have gotten from playing football with the boys in her neighborhood during her growing up years. Once on her feet, she smoothed both hands over the back of her skirt to make sure it covered her ass the way it was supposed to.

  Lifting his right hand, Master Sinjin held his hand palm down and used his index finger to indicate she should turn a circle. Turning slowly, Mary Claire smiled when warm fingertips stroked up the back of her left leg from knee to the edge of her short skirt. She was tempted to stop, but that was not what he wanted so she kept turning until she stood facing him once more.

  “Very pretty,” he signed then held out his left hand palm up and open.

  Mary Claire stared at it a moment. Then with a slow inhalation, she laid her wrist in it. His skin felt so warm against her arm as his fingers closed around it and he pulled her to stand between his knees.

  Looking down into his face, she could not miss seeing the large, cloth-covered bulge of his erection. Another tug on her hand pulled her further forward, forcing her to put her free hand on his shoulder to keep her balance. She found his body to be warm, solid, and all muscle. It felt like laying her hand on a table.

  She cooperated as he lifted her left leg to the seat of the chair, and then her right. Then he wrapped his hands around her hips and pulled until she was straddling his lap and her knees pressed into the back of the chair. This position pushed the front of her skirt up to the crease of her thighs, exposing her bits and pieces. But instead of checking her out down there, his gaze remained on her face, as if her were entranced with her freckles.

  “Now, tell me why you look like a cross between Bambi the Biker Babe and Sexy Sally Schoolgirl when the theme for the evening was Pilgrims and Indians,” he signed with a curious though stern expression. Then one fingertip traced the inner edge of her vest from collarbone to the top button, which sat squarely between her nipples.

  * * * *

  Licking her lips, she tried to come up with an answer that did not make her look stupid. All she could come up with was what she had told Mistress Jenna earlier. Shrugging her shoulders, she said, “I didn’t have anything in my closet that would fully represent either, so I am both.”

  “Both?”

  “Officially, I am the love child conceived at that first Thanksgiving,” she explained.

  Master Sinjin looked her up and down as his smile grew. Then he nodded his approval. “Very creative,” he said.

  Mary Claire shrugged again. “I guess.”

  She jumped and squeaked when a hand slapped the outside of her left ass cheek. Looking at Master Sinjin, she saw he was frowning.

  “Sir?”

  “When I give you a compliment, the appropriate response is ‘Thank you, Sir,’” Sinjin signed, his motions sharp and jerky.

  “Yes, Sir,” she answered. “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Better. Now, would you prefer to stay down here, or go upstairs to one of the private rooms to see how well our hills and valleys mesh together?”

  Always cautious when dealing with a new Dom, Mary Claire said, “I’m fine here, if you are, Sir. I just have to go and check the music in about an hour when Mistress Jenna wants to do a small presentation.”

  Master Sinjin did not answer immediately, instead looking away. Curious, Mary Claire followed his gaze to where Master Gunnar had Jillian bound to the wall across the room naked. He was running the leather strands of a flogger up and down her back and sides, no doubt preparing her for a nice massaging flogging.

  Turning back, she wondered what he had planned for the rest of their evening together. She half expected more questions, so when he began to unbutton her vest, she drew back an inch.

  “Problem?” he asked with one hand as the other continued with the task of pushing buttons through their holes.

  “No, Sir, I just…just thought we would talk more,” she returned.

  “We will. I just want to see what my pixie looks like. Have to make sure everything is in the right place and in working order,” he explained with a smirk. “Now why don’t you reach back and rest your palms on the tops of my knees.”

  As she moved into position, she felt her juices overflow her pussy and run down her taint. She fought the urge to flex her hips or reach for her clit though her need was growing by the second. She hoped Master Sinjin would take pity on her and get her off quickly. But
looking at the intensity of his expression, she thought not.

  Once her vest was open, he spread the front panels, tucking them to the sides. This left the entire front of her body, from chin to waist, exposed to his examination. With her weight resting on her hands, all she could do was watch him take the hem of her skirt, roll it up, and then tuck it away into the skirt’s waistband, uncovering everything between her legs. She watched nervously as he looked her over before looking into her eyes once more.

  “Such a pretty, pretty baby girl I’ve found,” he signed with a smile that made Mary Claire think of a wolf.

  Or one of the many married or matched-up Doms as they looked at their own submissive women. He had that same glint of happy satisfaction. She only hoped she did not do anything to cause him to lose that look.

  “But this is not acceptable,” he signed with one hand as the fingers of his other brushed over the short hairs covering her pussy.

  Chapter 4

  Instead of explaining why her pussy was not as smooth as it should be, she turned away. Sinjin frowned before noticing another woman kneeling on the floor just to the right of his knee. She had long black hair with several blue stripes in it and wore a black-and-white bustier and short black skirt.

  She must have said something, but with her face tilted down, he could not read her lips. He wondered if Gunnar found these East Coastsubs as obnoxiously bold as he did. But then, Jillian was different. Or had Gunnar trained the brash obnoxiousness out of her?

  He was still frowning when Mary Claire turned back.

  “Sorry, Sir,” she said. “Stacy says Master Gunnar sent her over to see if you needed anything.”

  Sinjin glanced across the room to where his stepbrother’s focus was on pinking up Jillian’s back, ass, and thighs. This pushy submissive woman was obviously lying. Why, he could not fathom. Since he had already chosen his play partner for the evening, and possibly beyond, the least he could do would be to give the black-haired wench a task to attend to before he turned her to the management. Some of the first rules she should have learned in submissive training should have been not to force her attentions on a dominant without invitation, not to interrupt a scene unless she had a damned good reason, and never to lie.

  When Mary Claire shifted on his lap, his anger slid away, leaving lust behind. Looking around their conversation area, he decided the coffee table would perfectly suit his plan for the next hour’s activities.

  He looked at Mary Claire and began to sign, knowing she would interpret automatically, as any well-trained interpreter would. “I need wrist and ankle cuffs, two lengths of rope, a towel, shave cream, a razor, a couple of condoms, and some lube.”

  Mary Claire’s eyes widened slightly before she repeated his words aloud. He was surprised when black-haired sub looked at him with anger in her eyes as she rose and walked away.

  Then his redheaded little girl turned back and began signing. “I need to warn you,” she got out before stopping and fisting her hands against her body between her full breasts and belly button.

  “Warn me about what?”

  “I don’t do well being tied up,” she said simply. She was already growing tense and nervous, and the cuffs were nowhere in sight yet.

  “Don’t worry, pixie,” he said. “I’ll take good care of you. And if you really cannot handle it, call your safe word nice and loud, and if I don’t respond, I’m sure someone will come running.”

  “Yes, Sir,” Mary Claire signed, looking just a little less panicked.

  “What’s your safe word?”

  “Red is the club safe word. I also use watermelon,” she said, spelling out the word as she said it.

  “Why watermelon?”

  “Because I won’t eat it. Can’t even stand the smell of it,” she replied with a shrug.

  “All right, watermelon or red it is,” he said. He saw Stacy was returning with a basket of supplies in one hand. “Up you go. I need to be on my feet.”

  Once she was on her feet, he stood up. That put him half a head taller than Mary Claire. When he turned to Stacy, he saw she was several inches shorter than the redhead. She was also about half the size of Mary Claire. She was too thin, too delicate for his tastes with waist-length hair that flowed around her body that seemed to big, too overwhelming for both her face and body. He preferred his little girls to look like women, sturdy with a layer of padding.

  Once the intruder had joined them, he nodded to Mary Claire, who relieved her of the basket. Then both women looked at him expectantly. Once again ignoring the interloper, he looked at Mary Claire and began to sign once more. His hands moved in sharp, slashing, almost violent, motions, clearly showing he was not a happy camper.

  “I know she lied about Master Gunnar. She will present herself to Mistress Jenna, confess her sins, and request a suitable punishment for trying to deceive me. When we are finished here, I will be checking to make sure she did so.”

  As he signed, he read Mary Claire’s lips, confirming that she translated his words precisely. By the shocked expression on Stacy’s face, it was obvious she had not expected him to call her on the lying. Did she think he was stupid because he could not speak and hear? Just because he lacked two senses did not mean he did not see all and know all. He was, after all, a Dom.

  He smiled as the thought brought the image of a superhero outfitted in black leather with a big white D on his chest. He would hold a bullwhip in one hand and a cane in the other with a pair of cuffs hanging from his belt.

  Hmmm, interesting thought. He would have to see about writing a story about Super Dom at some time in the not-too-distant future. During the day, he saved the world, and at night, he molded young lovelies into perfect submissives.

  Forcing the idea to the back of his brain where he stored odd thoughts and story ideas until he needed them, his attention returned to the present. Stacy was gone and Mary Claire watched him with a wary expression on her face.

  “You okay?” Mary Claire signed.

  He nodded then took the basket from her and set it on the chair they had been sitting in a minute before. He pulled the cuffs out and tucked them under one arm. Then, turning to face his woman, he held his free hand out with the palm up. This time there was only a second’s hesitation before she laid her wrist across his palm.

  Once he affixed the first cuff, she offered her other arm without prompting, and held it steady while he secured that cuff as well. He held off on clipping them together as he could see apprehension growing in her eyes just having the leather secured on her arms.

  “Slow, deep breaths,” he said.

  He breathed in and out with her a couple of times until she visibly relaxed. Then he knelt and wrapped the ankle cuffs around her legs. When he straightened, her eyes had grown large and her lips were pressed tight together though her breathing remained slow and deep. Fear was easy to see in her expression, but he could also see her back was a little straighter, and after a handful of seconds she seemed to calm somewhat.

  She needed a distraction while she became used to the weight of the cuffs on her limbs.

  “Lose the skirt,” he said as he took the basket and set it on the small table beside the chair. When he turned back, Mary Claire was holding her skirt in one hand, and looking a little more nervous.

  Taking the bit of cloth from her, he draped it over the back of the chair, well out of their way. Then he sat down and pointed to space between his feet.

  She knelt gracefully then lifted her head to look at him. His cock, which had been hard since the first second he had touched her, now throbbed with a need he had not felt in a long, long time.

  “I was going to wait and give you a treat later, but you’ve been such a good girl I think you deserve a little something now,” he signed. “Would you like that, pixie?”

  Her pupils dilated as she smiled up at him. Her nerves decreased as her need to please pressed forward. A quick nod told him her anticipation had grown to match the excitement that thrummed through him. />
  Needing a moment to regain control, Sinjin closed his eyes and forced his breath to move in and out, slow and steady. If he did not rein himself in, he would be ripping off his jeans and shoving his cock down her throat in the next five seconds.

  Opening his jeans, he pushed them down far enough to ease their pressure on his cock and balls but not so far as to make things easy on Mary Claire. Getting her comfortable with being bound was something they would work on during their evenings together, starting now.

  “Hands behind your head, palms together,” he signed.

  He could not help but grin with carnal appreciation as she moved into position. An obviously well-trained submissive, she kept her spine straight and moved her bent arms out to the sides. Perfect breasts rose on her chest proudly, their pink tips erect and begging to be played with.

  And he would, just as soon as she eased the pain that was making it hard to think.

  “I won’t bind you, as long as you keep those hands still. But if they move, even an inch, you’ll be bound to that table and I’ll be calling for an audience to watch as I play with you without letting you come for the next hour. Understand?”

  Mary Claire looked thoughtful for a few seconds before her expression grew frustrated. It appeared she had questions, but could not figure out how to ask them without using her hands.

  “Speak, pixie. What are your questions?” he asked before sliding one index finger across her full, bottom lip that matched the deep pink of her erect nipple.

  She took a deep breath before shaking her head. “No questions, Sir.”

  Watching her mouth move turned the heat up even further on his arousal. He needed those lips around his cock now, before he embarrassed himself by ejaculating too soon. “Without using your hands, you’re going hunting for the lollipop I have hidden. When you find it, if you lick and suck it like the good little girl I know you are, you will get an extra special treat.”