McKenzie, Cooper - Jillian's Master [Club Esoteria 5] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Cooper McKenzie

  Club Esoteria 5

  Jillian’s Master

  Hall Industries needs a savior, and Jillian’s been tasked with talking Gunner McNeil into being that financial angel.

  As soon as he sees the guest submissive, Gunner knows he could spend the rest of his life playing with her. But when an orgasm relaxes him into a short nap, she disappears without a word. On Monday, he meets her again in the capacity as his liaison and guide for the week.

  Gunner decides to combine business with pleasure and continues Jillian’s training as he inspects the company. Jillian learns about herself and BDSM under Master Gunner’s tutelage but wonders if she is enough. When Gunner leaves town without a word after naming the conditions for his help, Jillian has to decide if she can make the changes he requires.

  Will he return to finish her training? Or will he invest his money in her company without investing his heart in their budding D/s relationship?

  Note: This book contains anal sex

  Genre: BDSM, Contemporary

  Length: 22,868 words

  JILLIAN’S MASTER

  Club Esoteria 5

  Cooper McKenzie

  EROTIC ROMANCE

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  JILLIAN’S MASTER

  Copyright © 2011 by Cooper McKenzie

  E-book ISBN: 1-61034-263-1

  First E-book Publication: February 2011

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  DEDICATION

  To all who believe that climbing out of the box others put them in improves their view of the world.

  JILLIAN’S MASTER

  Club Esoteria 5

  COPPER MCKENZIE

  Copyright © 2011

  Prologue

  “You want me to what?” Jillian Hall stared at her father across the obscenely wide desk.

  “Gunner McNeil is coming into town next week to look us over. He’s thinking about investing in the company. You’re single and close to his age. He’s going to need someone to show him around town while selling him on Hall Industries and New Bern,” Lucas Hall stated as if ordering off a menu and not offering his daughter up as part of a recruiting package for a financial angel.

  “But…” Jillian tried to form an argument, but she knew nothing she said would sway him. When her father made a business decision, it was set in stone or, in his case, pre-molded imitation marble and granite countertops.

  She wanted to do a happy dance but fought down the urge. Playboy financier Gunner McNeil, known as much for his appetite for women and kinky sex as his skills at rescuing businesses on the brink of financial disaster, was indeed considering Hall Industries as his latest project. And she was to be the company’s sacrificial lamb at the altar of a man who reportedly could not go a day without at least one woman warming his bed.

  “And if I refuse?” she asked after swallowing hard.

  Her father stood but still had to tilt his head back to meet Jillian’s gaze. At five feet ten, she stood taller than all the men in her family as well as most of the men she knew. In high school, she’d resigned herself to a lifetime of not wearing sexy high heels and having men talk to her breasts instead of her face.

  “Jillie, without his money, we’ll be locking the doors before summer. Which means we will all be on the streets looking for jobs. Hall Industries needs you to do anything you can to win him over. You’re the only one who can.”

  Hall Industries had been in the family for four generations. Though vice president, Jillian knew she would never occupy the president’s chair. Her father was old school and wanted Jillian to marry a man he could bring in to run the company. It didn’t matter that she had taken over most of the day-to-day operations as her father became more and more forgetful. He wanted a man to run his company. The fact that she was thirty and still single with no man on the horizon didn’t seem to matter to him.

  She hadn’t planned on staying single all her life, but it was hard to find a man who would look into her eyes and not focus on her chest. Her caring, nurturing personality had her mothering everyone in sight though it would be nice to have someone take care of her for awhile. Even knowing she would never take over the family business, her loyalty remained with the company and its employees.

  That was, after all, why she’d sent the investing proposal to the business whiz to begin with, though she didn’t tell her father that. Let him think what he wanted. She knew that he could never give her credit for taking such drastic action on her own.

  “All right, I’ll do it.”

  Her father nodded with a smile. “Helen is putting together an itinerary for the week. She’ll have it for you Monday morning. There will be a cocktail party and dinner with the board of directors one evening and a pig pickin’ for the employees. You will be McNeil’s escort those evenings. You will also help him with anything else he may need.” He picked up his briefcase and
walked out, a clear signal their meeting was over.

  Walking to her office, she gathered her jacket, purse, and the vase of flowers the office staff had given her for her birthday. A birthday her father hadn’t even acknowledged though she knew Helen had told him. But for him to wish her a happy birthday, he would have to admit that he, too, was getting older. And Lucas Hall refused to let anyone think he was a day over forty-five even though his only daughter was now thirty. Walking to her car, she wondered how much truth there was to Gunner McNeil’s reputation.

  After climbing into her SUV, Jillian pulled out the handful of hairpins which controlled her curly red hair into the professional knot her father preferred. She pushed away thoughts of Monday morning. Instead, she turned her focus to the weekend and her plans. Dinner at her favorite restaurant followed by two days and three evenings of reading erotic romance novels and daydreaming about a strong, dominant man of her very own.

  Chapter 1

  “Gunner, you crazy horndog,” Taurus Green, co-owner of Club Esoteria, said as soon as he entered the lobby.

  “Hi, Taurus,” Gunner said in return.

  The two men approached but did not stop until they bumped broad, muscular chests. Though Gunner was a few inches taller, the two men were of equally powerful build, and the hug they exchanged felt more like two bears wrestling than a greeting between old friends.

  Finally, Taurus said in a breathless tone, “On three?” to which Gunner grunted with a nod.

  “One, two, three,” they counted together before stepping back.

  “So, what brings you to town?’ Taurus asked. “I thought you were still in California with that model.”

  “I’m here for a series of meetings. I came in early to check out this club you’ve built out here in the boondocks. I’m hoping you might offer a pleasurable distraction for the weekend that will last through the week,” Gunner said with a wink and grin.

  Truth was he needed more than a simple weekend diversion. He was looking for a woman, a submissive. One who was strong enough to have a fulfilling life of her own while at the same time pliable enough to submit herself to his every demand. Since he’d released his last girl six months earlier, he’d been in half the BDSM clubs in the country looking for, but never finding, the woman who would meet his list of necessary qualities. The fact that he was looking for someone closer to his own size only added to the difficulty of his search. He wanted a woman he could give a good hug to without fear of crushing her.

  “Well, let’s go inside and see what delights the evening has to offer you.”

  * * * *

  Jillian opened the front door with a sigh. She hoped that Blaze would, like her family, forget that today was her thirtieth birthday. All she wanted tonight was to finish the bottle of wine she’d picked up on her way home and relax.

  Blaze Richards, her best friend, wore a black trench coat that covered from chin to ankles with a happy, mischievous grin. Her expression told Jillian that no good would come from whatever Blaze was planning. She wondered for a moment what her friend wore underneath the coat then decided she didn’t want to know. Then she questioned why she was standing on her doorstep on a Friday evening when she usually dropped out of contact from Friday afternoon to late Sunday morning.

  “What’s up, Blaze?”

  “You’re coming out with me tonight,” Blaze responded. Her giggle meant trouble as she stepped past Jillian into her living room. “We’re going to get you laid.”

  “Excuse me?” Jillian asked politely as she closed the door behind her best friend.

  “You’re coming with me to Esoteria tonight. It’s your birthday, and you are not spending it alone. We’re going to find you a sexy, good-looking Dom who will fuck all your cares away,” Blaze stated bluntly as she took Jillian’s hand and pulled her down the hall.

  Shock, intrigue, and curiosity kept Jillian from yanking her tiny friend to a halt and refusing to go along with her scheme. Though only five foot two, Blaze more than made up for her short stature with a personality big enough for two people. She also never listened whenever Jillian tried to go against her plans.

  “You know I can’t afford a membership to Esoteria, and you’ve already taken me as your guest,” she argued as Blaze opened the top drawer of her dresser and began to paw through the contents.

  “Don’t worry about it. I talked to Master T, and he said it would be all right if you came again as my guest tonight. Damn, girl, don’t you own any sexy underwear?”

  Jillian sighed, realizing that an evening out with Blaze might be just the thing to cure the dissatisfaction with her life she had been feeling lately. If nothing else, she could learn more about the Dominant/submissive lifestyle, something she’d developed an interest in since reading her first erotic romance e-book about the subject several months earlier.

  “You asked that the last time, and the answer hasn’t changed. I can’t afford sexy clothes when Dad barely pays me enough to pay the mortgage and keep the power on.”

  By this time, Blaze had thrown open the door to her closet. She bypassed the conservative suits and dresses Jillian wore at work. She didn’t stop until she reached the very back wall of the closet.

  “Aha. Perfect,” she exclaimed as she backed out of the small closet with a hanger in her hand. “Put this on.”

  Jillian stared at the piece of hunter green silk hung by two strings from the coat hanger. “Blaze, that’s a chemise. It’s meant to be worn under a dress, not as a dress. Besides, it’s too small.”

  “When was the last time you tried it on?”

  “When you gave it to me last Christmas.”

  “You’ve lost weight since Christmas. Put it on and see,” Blaze urged, pushing the hanger into her hands.

  “Are you sure you’re a submissive? You’re sounding awful dominant right now.”

  “I am submissive, but it’s easy bossing you around. You’re even more submissive than I am. Now get changed. And no underwear,” Blaze said as she stepped out of the bedroom.

  Jillian looked at the chemise and shrugged. She’d had just enough wine to relax her. She would put on the scrap of silk and lace, and once her friend saw how ridiculous it looked on her, maybe she’d go away. Then Jillian could get back to her birthday plans of a weekend of wine and erotic romance on her e-reader.

  After stripping off her clothes, she pulled the chemise over her head and smoothed it down her body. It ended just inches below her pussy, but it wasn’t as tight as it had been the last time she’d put it on. Looking down, she saw the silky fabric didn’t cling like a second skin as it had months earlier. It outlined her body but didn’t emphasize every bump and bulge.

  Walking into the living room, she approached Blaze, who grinned with approval. “Perfect. Just perfect,” she said, clapping her hands with joy. “Go put on your long coat and some slip-on shoes.”

  Having given up on getting out of an evening at Club Esoteria, Jillian nodded and followed her instructions. On the way out the door, she grabbed her purse and cell phone, as well.

  Fifteen minutes later, she followed Blaze across the club’s private parking lot toward the building that housed Club Esoteria. The building was a turn-of-the-century, four-story brick warehouse that looked much like any of the other older warehouses in town. This one had been renovated with new windows and the bricks painted a medium tan instead of brick red.

  The one big difference that made this one stand out from the others was its fenced front parking lot. Only the city’s outdoor storage facility had a more elaborate security fence. There was no fancy billboard posted announcing to the world what kind of business this building housed. In fact, there were no signs of any kind. After signing in, the two left their coats, purses, and shoes at the front desk before venturing into the club proper. Jillian stopped three steps inside the door and looked around, overwhelmed once again by what she saw. A woman wearing only a series of straps around her body tied to a St. Andrew’s cross moaned with arousal as a man flogged
her. At the next station, a woman tied face down on a bench had two men fucking her, one from either end of the bench.

  All at once, fear rolled through her. Why was she here? Sure she was interested in BDSM and learning more about her submissive traits, but…

  “Jillian, you okay?” Blaze had walked several more steps before realizing her friend was no longer with her. She backtracked and took Jillian’s hand.

  “Maybe I should wait in the car. I’m not sure I can do this,” Jillian admitted in a strangled whisper.

  “No way. You’ve come so far. Let’s go sit down for a minute so you can catch your breath.” Blaze led her across the room to the alcove where the uncollared, unclaimed subs gathered.

  * * * *

  “That one,” Gunner said as soon as the statuesque redhead walked in. She was barefoot and wore no collar or cuffs. She was submissive and single. A few steps into the room, she froze until a smaller blonde woman took her hand and led her to an alcove where several other submissives already sat talking and laughing.

  “Blaze? I thought you said you were looking for a woman you wouldn’t crush.” Taurus followed his gaze.

  “Not the little one. The redhead in green silk.” Gunner stood, his gaze never wavering from the Amazon across the room. His cock filled, reminding him it had been a long time since he’d had such a woman. He couldn’t wait to see what the little green chemise hid. “Introduce me.”