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

by Cooper McKenzie

  Watching closely, Sinjin saw the instant she understood the challenge. “But you cannot move your hands from where they are right now. Okay, pixie?” he finished.

  She nodded again. “How long do I get to play, Sir?”

  Sinjin thought a moment and knew he was too aroused and ready to explode to allow this game to go on for too long.

  “Show me how good you are then we’ll see about cleaning you up for the rest of our evening.”

  * * * *

  Dropping her gaze from his hands to his half-exposed lap, Mary Claire licked her lips as she contemplated her next move. She was becoming accustomed to the weight of the cuffs on her wrists and ankles, so she could think past that fear.

  Self-restraint was easier for her, but just barely. Without being tied down she could fight and run away if things got too hinky. In the meantime, she had a hard flesh lollipop to lick and suck to please her new Master. Seeing what she could of the flesh trapped between his jeans and thigh, it would not take much for her to earn her special treat.

  Leaning forward, she found it was more difficult than she thought to put her face in his lap without using her arms to balance her. She ended up shifting to lean against his thigh as she gently dove between his legs to free his length from its fabric prison.

  From the gasps and small moans coming from the man, she must have been doing something right, even though she had yet to slide her lips around his cock. Finally, using her nose, and lips, and chin, she worked him free and got her first look at that which made Sinjin male. And an impressive male at that. The cock was thick from base to tip and a good nine inches long. The slit at the tip glistened with his fluid, and the entire length was deep red with a red-purple mushroom head.

  Mary Claire licked her lips once more before leaning closer and dragging her tongue across the head. She hummed her approval of the salty-tangy taste of his fluids then pursed her lips and gave the head a smacking kiss just because she could. Sinjin’s cock bobbed before her nose as he chuckled. Then she heard him suck a breath when she opened her mouth and took just the head of his cock inside.

  Swabbing her lips around the head, she played with just that much of him until one hand slid around, cupping the back of her head. Then his hips began to flex just the smallest bit, telling her it was time to stop fucking around and get busy earning her treat.

  With a smile, she began to slide more and more of his cock into her mouth. When the tip hit her gag reflex, she gagged and backed off just enough to breathe. Then she began to bob up and down the length, sucking and swabbing and swallowing on the flesh. She had been told in the past she gave great blow jobs and hoped that he agreed.

  Her own body was reacting with amped-up arousal as it always did when she gave pleasure to another. Her mind focused on not moving her hands while still doing all the things she knew a man would enjoy, Sinjin’s orgasm caught her by surprise.

  His other hand joined the first in holding her head. In another few seconds his hips began to push up, driving his cock farther into her, making her gag. Her focus then turned to when he pulled out until only the head remained in her mouth. Finally, he pressed deep once more. His movements became faster and more demanding until finally came.

  She pulled back, sucking and swallowing pulse after pulse of his semen, enjoying the taste and the knowledge that she had brought him to this point. Once his cock stopped twitching, it began to soften. She held it gently until he relaxed into the chair and released her head. Then she released it and gently licked it clean. When she finished, she sat back and looked up at him.

  Sinjin’s head was resting against the back of the chair and his eyes were closed. Had he fallen asleep? Or was something else wrong? Had she killed him?

  Chapter 5

  Looking at his chest, she saw he was breathing. Maybe he was just enjoying the postorgasmic buzz. If he did not wake up in a few minutes, she would call for Gunnar. For now, she would sit here and try not to think about the fact that her arm muscles were beginning to complain about the position she was holding them in.

  But she was a good girl and had been trained to stay where her dominant wanted her. It was too early in the evening for him to realize that she had a bratty, willful side to her that turned most Doms off when she acted up. And she had already come to the conclusion that she wanted Master Sinjin to be the one she played with tonight, and for as long as he visited in New Bern.

  It was several minutes later before he lifted his head, opened his eyes halfway, and looked at her. She could see relaxed pleasure radiating from their deep-blue depths. It was another minute before he lifted his hands from where they rested on his thighs and signed, “Good girl, you didn’t move. You may put your arms down now, pixie.”

  She moaned with pleasure as she dropped her arms and rested her hands once more on her thighs. She shifted back into the sitting slave position and waited.

  Sinjin finished his beer. Then he looked at her and gave her a dark and devilish sort of grin. “Okay, pixie, I want you to sit on that table and spread your legs wide.”

  Mary Claire blinked but did not argue though right now she was turned on enough that if he slid one finger over her clit, she would probably have a screaming orgasm. But that was not to be.

  Pushing to her feet, she moved to the table and sat down, sucking in a breath when her warm, warm skin hit the icy cold glass which covered the table. Once seated, she spread her legs. Then she watched and waited while Master Sinjin went through his basket of goodies.

  He looked at the table legs, then into the basket again and frowned. Then he waved over the submissive who was acting as a floating waitress. “Tell her I need two bungee cords and three long scarves.”

  Mary Claire translated though her heart began to beat a little faster. Her nerves were beginning to jump and jive, and she was having a hard time holding still. Having been on her knees and still for the last while, she needed to walk around for a few minutes.

  She tried to behave and sit still like a good little girl, but the need to move was too strong. “Sir, can I go to the bathroom please?”

  “Can I?” he signed, one eyebrow going up as he smirked.

  “May I?” she responded automatically.

  He studied her for nearly a minute, and she fought to keep her gaze on his instead of dropping it to the floor as she normally would. “No, I don’t think so. This won’t take very long and you don’t look like you need to go that bad.”

  She wanted to argue, but he was right. She did not need to use the facilities. She needed to get up and move around. When the waitress brought back the requested items, Mary Claire thanked her then watched as Sinjin stood up and walked around the square coffee table, studying it, and her, from every angle.

  Finally, he moved so he stood in front of her once more. “Lie back with your arms at your sides.”

  Her stomach balling with nervousness, Mary Claire hesitated until Master Sinjin raised one eyebrow in that way only a true Master-in-Charge could. That way that made any thought of resistance melt away.

  She swallowed hard and eased back even as her muscles tensed for flight. The chill of the table had her sucking a breath as her bare back settled on it.

  “Good girl,” he signed then lifted one foot and then the other so her heels rested on the table, but the front half of each foot sat out in air.

  She watched closely, fearfully, as he walked around the table once more. This time he stopped at her left side and leaned over, placing a hand on the table just above her head. His other hand went to her left breast, rolling and tweaking its peak, sending shimmers of fire to her clit. He bent further still and kissed her, a long, deep melding of teeth and lips and tongues that had her squirming on the table with a need to be closer.

  The fingers on her left nipple tightened until she squeaked in pain and stopped moving.

  When a long black scarf dropped over her face, fear body-checked her arousal out of the room, and she began to talk.

  “Um, do you know
where this scarf has been because I sure don’t. I mean, it may have been up some chica’s coochie, and I really don’t think it would be good for me to have it on my face. Though it doesn’t smell like coochie. It smells like lavender. I love lavender.”

  Then he pulled her hand closer to her ankle and she felt more than heard the soft click as the two were clipped together. Before she could register what he had done, her right ankle and wrist were connected. She pulled on her wrist, but stopped when her leg moved with it into an uncomfortable position.

  “Oh, man, um, Sir, I really, really, really don’t like being restrained like this. I need to be free to move. Can’t you let me go, and I’ll promise to hold still and not move? I mean I’ve been good so far, haven’t I? I need to move, to walk around a bit,” she rambled, ending with a squealed “Oh, shit, that’s cold. I can’t believe you’re doing this to me.”

  Though she could not see what Master Sinjin was doing, she could every stroke of his fingertips as he spread cold shave cream over her mound and then down along the lips protecting the entrance to her pussy. When she squirmed and tried to move away, a sharp slap high on her inner thigh stopped her.

  “Mary Claire, I would recommend you keep your mouth shut if you don’t want me to come over there and gag you. Master Sinjin might not be able to hear you, but I can, and you’re harshing my mellow,” Master Gunnar commented as casually as he would about the weather.

  “Yes, Sir,” Mary Claire said.

  But keeping her mouth shut and being still time were not talents she was known for. Doing both at the same time would test every submissive fiber in her being.

  When Master Sinjin stopped stroking between her legs, Mary Claire took two easy breaths. Then she felt the razor glide down one side of her mound. Since the only person who had ever been this close to her for this long was the woman who waxed her on a monthly basis, which she had missed this month, she began to tremble.

  Then she began to hum.

  She did not really think about what she was humming, other than it was one of her favorite funny Christmas songs and it always made her smile when she heard it.

  On the second time through, she began to sing the words. “I want a hippopotamus for Christmas…”

  Master Gunnar’s low dark chuckle told her she was not singing as softly as she had hoped.

  Another minute and an ice-cold wet rag took her breath away again as Master Sinjin cleaned her up. Once he finished, the scarf came off her face and she looked at him to find him appearing amused. Had he been reading her lips? Or was Master Gunnar translating everything she had said and sang?

  Her cheeks began to burn with embarrassment as Master Sinjin looked her up and down. Finally, he lifted his hands and said, “Now you look like a proper submissive should.”

  Without being able to use her hands, she glared at him for a few seconds before sticking her tongue out at him. Feeling very put out and brattish, she wanted out of the cuffs so she could stand up and move around. Maybe she would even take a swing at the beautiful blond Master who had somehow gotten her to do what no one else in her life had ever been able to do, stay still for more than two minutes.

  Sinjin’s response was a wider grin and a tap of one finger on her nose.

  “Please let me go, Sir,” she begged as she struggled within her bonds.

  Instead of releasing her, he leaned down and gave her a peck on the lips before shaking his head side to side.

  “Please?”

  He shook his head again then turned away and pulled something else from the basket. When he turned back, she saw it was a vibrator. One very much like the one she had at home. The one she called her purple crayon.

  His smile broadened even further as he sat down on the table beside her and began to run the vibrator up and down her body. He traced around and around her breasts, buzzed the nipples, then drew a line of vibration down her sternum, over her belly, and to the top of her slit.

  His actions changed her need to be free into a need to feel that long, thick purple pretend cock inside her. When he pressed the tip between her lips and began to slide it up and down from the top of her slit to the entrance of her pussy, Mary Claire began to flex her hips, needing more. She needed to feel it slide deep, filling her and buzzing her clit from the inside out.

  She had just about given up when Master Sinjin pushed it, fast and hard, into her, filling her. Her head went back and she cried out as the thrumming grew even stronger and then stronger still. She was so close, so very close. She needed more, just a little more.

  Opening her eyes, she met his gaze with a wide, need-filled expression. “Please,” she mouthed. “Oh, please, please, please. Please, help me, Sir.”

  He held her gaze as he slid the vibrator completely then slid his thumb up to cover her clit. Her eyes widened further as he began to rub over the knotted flesh.

  She was now chanting, “Please, please, please, please, please,” needing that one thing that only he could give her. Though she wanted to come with every cell in her body, she had been trained to wait until given permission by her dominant.

  Her eyes were filling with tears when he finally leaned down so all she could see was his mouth. Then his lips moved, “Come,” he mouthed silently.

  With that, she screamed her release and began to convulse on the table, her entire body caught up in the orgasm. He did not let her immediately come down after she peaked. Instead he continued fucking her with the imitation cock and kneading her clit until she came twice more. Only when she stopped fighting the bonds and vibrator, and melted into a puddle of goo, did he turn off the vibrator and ease it from her pussy.

  Mary Claire could not fight him when he took off her restraints and easily lifted her from the table. He sat down in what she now thought of as “his” chair with her curled up on his lap. A soft fuzzy blanket dropped over her a moment later.

  Closing her eyes, she snuggled into his solid form and allowed herself to drift. He gently stroked her back and arm under the blanket. Even after she had recovered and her mind had returned to body, she did not move. Master Sinjin’s cuddling felt too good to give up anytime soon.

  Eventually she pushed the blanket back far enough for him to see her hands. Then she began what she hoped would be a meaningful conversation that might get her invited into his presence for another evening of fun and games.

  * * * *

  The evening ended much too soon in Mary Claire’s opinion. Though they were both yawning by the time the lights came up at closing time, she wanted more time to talk with this man who seemed to fulfill every item on her “What I Want in My Master for Life” list.

  But now it was time to go home and, from the way he walked her to her car, he did not feel the same way. From the time he set her on her feet and watched her dress, he had not touched her and had barely looked at her. Walking across the parking lot, he seemed more distant than if he had been in his home across the country.

  Once she had unlocked her car and opened the door, he signed that he would see her soon. Then he brushed a quick kiss on her lips before turning and walking away without another glance.

  Maybe he wasn’t the dominant for her after all, she thought as she climbed into her car and drove home. By the time she pulled into her driveway ten minutes later, her mood had plummeted so low it was dragging under the car.

  Entering her house, she moved on autopilot, locking the door, turning off the light in the living room, and going straight to her bedroom. It was late. She was exhausted, and feeling a need to hide from the world while she licked her bruised ego. She thought they had connected.

  Changing into an oversized tee that was her comfort-in-crisis shirt, Mary Claire crawled into bed and vowed to stay there until she felt better. She would only get up for runs to the bathroom and kitchen, but otherwise would lie in bed and wallow. She just hoped she felt better by Monday when she had to go back to work.

  * * * *

  By Sunday night, Mary Claire decided that while Master S
injin was her dream Dom, he must have decided she was not the submissive for him. That set her to thinking that she needed to take a weekend trip to the club she had heard about in Raleigh. Or maybe the one in Wilmington. She might have more luck fishing in a bigger pond, though she really wanted Sinjin. His remembered comment about pushy submissives had her holding back from even calling Jillian for her advice.

  Monday evening, she was almost asleep when her cell phone chirped that she had a text. Since a text at this late hour was unusually, she grabbed her phone and called up the message. It was from Jillian, which was strange. They had talked as they were leaving the club on Friday and agreed to get together for coffee early Wednesday morning.

  Clicking on the message, her frown turned into a grin of delight.

  It’s Sinjin. Sir misses his pixie. Can we meet this week?

  It took a minute for Mary Claire to come up with an appropriate response and type it in. While she liked having a smart phone with all the bells and whistles, there were moments she missed the slide-out keyboard of her old phone where she could type three times faster without all the mistakes she invariably made and then had to go back and correct.

  Would like that, Sir, but with the holiday I’m crazy busy until Saturday.

  It was not long before the phone chirped again.

  Saturday it is. I want to see the ocean and there’s a shop in Morehead City I want to visit. Then we can go out to dinner and visit the club afterward.

  Mary Claire knew the shop he was talking about. It was a well-stocked shop that carried everything from sex toys and torture devices to club-appropriate clothing and gag gifts.

  I’d like that, Sir.

  Good. I will pick you up at ten on Saturday. Wear that little black skirt with something warmer on top. The beach may be a bit chilly. Sleep well, pixie.