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

by Cooper McKenzie

She shook her head as if in denial, causing her hair to drop and hide her down-turned face from him. Putting a finger under her chin, he lifted up until he could see her face. “Whenever we are alone, I want your eyes on me at all times.”

  Her eyes widened at his words. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Lay in the center of the bed, baby, with your head on the pillows and legs spread.”

  As she worked her way up on the bed, he toed off his boots and unbuttoned his shirt, shrugging it off and tossing it over a nearby chair. Walking around the bed, he smiled when he saw her eyes following his every move. She looked more relaxed than before but still tense. That wouldn’t last. By the time they walked out of this room, he planned on relaxing every bone in her body.

  “Wrist,” he said, holding out one hand.

  She laid her arm in his palm without hesitation. In the next second, he’d secured that arm, as well.

  He walked to the foot of the bed and wrapped quick-release cuffs around her ankles. The cuffs were already attached to the foot posts of the bed.

  “Comfortable?” he asked as he unbuckled his belt and pulled it from the loops on his jeans.

  He watched her swallow hard before whispering, “Yes, Sir.”

  He chuckled, the sound darkly erotic in the otherwise silent room. “You won’t be for long,” he predicted as he turned away.

  He opened his jeans, sighing as his cock flopped out, grateful for release from the constricting fabric. His jeans and boxers joined the rest of his clothes two heartbeats later. He crossed to stand at the foot of the bed to just look at the woman spread out before him.

  His cock twitched with the anticipation of finding its way into the woman’s pretty pussy. But the hair covering her mound distracted him. Though it was trimmed neatly, he decided it would have to go.

  “And now, baby, we begin your training as my submissive.”

  * * * *

  As she lay across the bed, more exposed and vulnerable than she’d ever felt in her life, Jillian fought an urge to scream her safe word. Taking a deep breath, she calmed herself. Nothing had happened except that he’d taken off her chemise and tied her to the bed. She watched as he stripped off his clothes, surprised to find her excitement growing again as he exposed his body to her.

  He truly was a golden bear. His skin was lightly tanned except from just below his waist to mid thighs where it was paler. His body, arms, and legs were lightly furred with golden blond hair matching that on his head.

  When he turned around, she silently gasped. His fully erect cock was the biggest, most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. She couldn’t wait to touch it, to fondle the heavy balls that hung below and taste the drop of pre-cum she saw forming at the slit.

  He stood at the foot of the bed for a long time, looking over her body. Then he asked about her comfort. When she answered in the positive, his chuckle sent another shiver of hunger through her. A quiver of fear followed his next words as he turned and disappeared into the bathroom.

  “Lay your head back, close your eyes, and keep them closed,” he ordered from the doorway. “Or do I need to blindfold you?”

  Without a word, Jillian did as she was told. A moment later, she felt the bed shift as he sat next to her hip. A warm, wet cloth covered her mons for several minutes before it was removed, and then he smoothed something cool and sweet smelling over the hair at her pubic region.

  “Don’t move, pretty baby. I don’t want to cut you,” he said softly as something scraped over her skin. Then she heard water sloshing in a bowl.

  “Sir?” she asked softly.

  “You may speak until I tell you that you cannot.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  She paused, trying to figure out exactly what she wanted to ask.

  “You had a question?” The razor took another swipe over her mound.

  “Um, uh, you’re shaving me, aren’t you?”

  “Yes,” he answered simply as the water sloshed again.

  “Why?”

  He didn’t answer. Once he finished with the triangle above her slit, she felt him pull each outer lip taut and clear them of hair, as well. Then she heard the razor drop into the water. He wiped her skin with the wet cloth before leaving the bed again. She heard him in the bathroom then heard nothing.

  “A touch cool,” he said just before his fingers smoothed something over the skin he’d just bared. She jolted then settled as warm fingers stroked her skin long after the cool lotion had been absorbed.

  “Open your eyes, baby,” he said once he’d finished.

  He waited until she obeyed before saying, “Some people shave because they like the look and feel of the smooth skin. Some women have told me it makes them feel sexier. I like it because it makes a woman so much more sensitive to my touch.” He ran his fingers around and over the freshly shaved skin. “What do you think?”

  “I’m not sure. It feels kind of strange,” she admitted as one finger slipped between her puffy lower lips.

  The single digit tracked down to her open cunt and back again. On his return trip, he circled her clit, causing her to suck in another breath. She tightened her ass cheeks to push her pelvis close to that traveling finger. She wanted to come, and his touch was driving her closer and closer to the edge though he didn’t seem to be trying anything else.

  She whined when he pulled away. “No, please. Don’t go,” she cried softly as he stood.

  “Hush, baby. It’s early still.” He slapped her pussy with a gentle reprimand. Then he turned to her ankles, releasing them from their restraints.

  “But I need…I need… Please, Sir,” she begged.

  Master G grinned down at her. His expression sent another shaft of need blasting through her. “I know exactly what you need, baby.”

  He lay down beside her and propped his head up on one elbow. Leaning close, he licked at her lips with the tip of his tongue before moving closer and kissing her. Though their only connection was his lips on hers, she felt as if a cord wrapped around them, pulling them closer and closer together, winding tighter and tighter. She tilted her head and parted her lips in invitation.

  He accepted, licking at her lips before sliding between them to brush over her teeth. He advanced further to caress her tongue, demanding she join in the dance. She tried to follow when he withdrew from her mouth, but his teeth closed down on her tongue in warning.

  She squeaked when he pulled away.

  “I’ve always wondered if a woman could come just by playing with her from the waist up. Do you think it’s possible?”

  Chapter 4

  Jillian couldn’t answer.

  Seeming to take her silence as acquiescence, Master Gunner began to brush his upper lip across her cheek and down the side of her neck closest to him. Her breath caught, and she angled her head to the side, offering him greater access. The touch of his bristly mustache over her throat made her swallow hard. He licked up and down the centerline of her neck before moving to the other side where he repeated the tortuous caresses. On this side, he went all the way up to her ear to trace around the outer edge before taking her lobe between his teeth and nipping gently.

  Then he moved lower, brushing over the skin of her collarbone from one side to the other then down her sternum to the valley between her bountiful breasts.

  Her restraints rattled again as she struggled against their grip when he moved to hover over her left breast. He didn’t touch her, but his hot breath tantalized her erect nipple more than any touch could. Or so she thought until the tip of his tongue swirled around her areola without making contact with the knotted bead of her nipple.

  By this point, she was panting, making small, desperate sounds as she tried to lift her upper body for better contact. A heartbeat later, he closed his lips around the peak of her breast and suckled, hard. She felt the strong pull all the way down to her cunt, which flooded in response.

  Her rough panting became gasping as her body drew closer and closer to its release. Before her orgasm could erupt,
he pulled back.

  “Please,” she cried softly, needing a touch to her clit or a finger in her cunt to send her flying.

  “Is something wrong, baby?” He lifted his head to smile down at her. Then he reached up and checked her hands and wrists to make sure the restraints weren’t too tight.

  “Please,” she repeated.

  “Please what?” he asked, leaning over one breast and licking the nipple, sending another electrical pulse straight to her cunt before lifting his head to look at her again.

  “Please, Sir,” she gasped. “I’m so close. Please, Sir, please make me come.”

  “Open your eyes, baby,” he ordered softly.

  Jillian forced her eyelids up, not sure when they’d dropped closed. Tilting her head forward, she was surprised to see Master G had shifted and now lay between her legs, the soft fur of his belly brushing over her bared mons. His hair tickled, proving his claim of more sensitive skin.

  “Eyes, up here,” he demanded when her gaze wandered down his chest. “I am not tolerant of such demands from a sub, any sub. I have been known to spank those who dared try to top from the bottom.”

  “Yes, Sir,” Jillian said.

  She resigned herself to being released from her bonds and sent back to the main room of the club. She felt so wound up that a single touch on the right bundle of nerves would shoot her to the stars. Would she make it to the privacy of the restrooms before her hands provided that last needed touch? He didn’t uncuff her, instead licked at her other nipple, sending more fire racing through her body.

  “Now, that being said, it is your birthday, so I will not punish you tonight, except with pleasure,” he said, a thread of steel running through his tone. “Or would you like to lie across my lap and get spanked?”

  Jillian shivered, though she wasn’t sure if it was with excitement or fear. But in the next second, all thoughts of punishment flew from her head. Master Gunner took her right nipple between his lips while fingers grasped her left securely. He nibbled gently as he pinched the other nipple painfully tight.

  Jillian screamed as the ball of fire that had been building in her pelvis exploded to race through her. Arching her back, she pushed deeper, silently begging for more. With a deep growl, he sucked nearly half her breast into his mouth and mashed the nipple between tongue and palate.

  Then he traded sides and continued abusing her breasts until she peaked a second time. Back and forth he went, and her orgasms rolled one into another until tears flowed from her eyes. She tried to ask him to stop but couldn’t form words. A high whining sound emerged instead. Then he gentled his attention, bringing her down slowly until she lay relaxed and boneless under him.

  After gently kissing each nipple, he pushed up, sat back and looked down at her. Then he crawled up her body until he sat with his legs straddling her hips. He laid one finger on her lips. Jillian kissed it then parted her lips. She sucked at it, desperate for any contact with this man, this stranger, who seemed to know her body even better than she herself did.

  “Such a pretty baby you are, all flushed and relaxed,” he observed as he pulled his finger from her lips. “Are you still comfortable?”

  Jillian nodded at the same time she whispered, “I’d like my hands free, Sir,”

  Master G frowned down at her as his finger traced a line down the center of her body. “There you go again, trying to tell me what to do. Why do you want your hands free?”

  “I’d like to be able to touch you, pleasure you,” she answered as he leaned over her, planting a hand on either side of her head.

  “You are pleasuring me. And you are about to once more,” he assured her as closed the distance and kissed her.

  The kiss was hot and deep and rekindled the blaze that she’d thought had been thoroughly extinguished. His chest hairs brushed over her breasts, adding to the fire and causing her to suck a breath.

  Long before she wanted him to, he ended the kiss and sat back. Wrapping one hand around his cock, he stared into her eyes. Then he began to slowly draw his hand up and down the solid erection between his legs.

  “While I had originally planned to fuck you into the mattress, I think I’d rather see those luscious lips wrapped around my cock instead. Later we’ll concentrate on all the delectable parts below this cute bellybutton,” he stated.

  The index finger of his free hand traced down her body to said dimple. Then he knee-walked up her body until the head of his cock brushed against her lips.

  He was so long and thick that Jillian wasn’t sure how much of him she’d be able to take in, but she couldn’t wait to try. She wanted to feel the softness of his skin, the strength of muscle beneath and taste his life-giving fluids. Licking her lips gave her a first taste, and she found it delicious.

  “Mmmm,” she moaned. She parted her lips to take just the top of the head of his cock in.

  After swirling the tip of her tongue around his slit, she pursed her lips and sucked until another drop of fluid emerged. Then she lifted her head and took the rest of the head into her mouth with a wide smile of pleasure. She wanted to treat him to the same pleasure he’d given her just moments before. Something about this man pulled at every fiber in her. She wanted to be closer, wanted to give him everything in her while gratefully taking all that he would give her.

  The jerk of his cock in her mouth and the groan from above proved he enjoyed her attentions. But before she could take him any deeper, he pulled away.

  “You’re too damn good, baby,” he growled. “If we continue with you tied up like this, I’m going to hurt you. And that’s the last thing I want to do.”

  He reached up and released her cuffs from the headboard then swung his leg over her to climb from the bed.

  “Come here, baby,” he said in a voice even deeper than before.

  Though still shaky and weak from her own orgasm, Jillian sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She wasn’t surprised when her knees buckled. What shocked her was how fast Master Gunner caught her to keep her from falling on her face.

  “Still feeling it, eh?” he asked, turning them so that his back was to the bed.

  “Yes, Sir,” she said softly, amazed she could speak at all.

  “That’s okay. You won’t be standing anyway.” He helped her to kneel on the floor. “Assume the position.”

  Jillian settled into the kneeling position Blaze had taught her, feeling awkward and tense as she did.

  “Relax your shoulders. You’re too stiff, and you’re arching your back too much,” Master G observed. “This is a pose you should feel comfortable holding for hours if your Master wishes.”

  Jillian straightened her back and concentrated on relaxing her upper body. She didn’t feel as awkward, and the muscles that had been protesting the unnatural position quieted.

  “Much better,” the man above her praised. “Now turn your hands palms down on your thighs and suck my cock.”

  Jillian did as directed. She swirled her tongue around the head then slowly took him deeper and deeper until he hit the back of her throat. Looking down, she saw she’d taken in just over half of his impressive length. Rolling her lips around her teeth, she began to move up and down, sucking and caressing his cock with gusto.

  “Damn, baby, you’re good.”

  His fingers combed through her hair and cupped the back of her head. He didn’t direct her movements as his hips began to buck in response to her ministrations. Only a few minutes passed before his hands tightened almost painfully in her hair. His hips pushed forward, forcing more of his length past her lips.

  “Oh shit,” he growled, sounding surprised as he came.

  His cock pulsed as his fluids flooded her mouth. She swallowed quickly to keep from losing any of his salty, tangy seed. When he settled and relaxed his hold on her head, she gently cleaned his shaft. Once finished, she took the head back into her mouth and just held it.

  Finally, he pulled his cock from her lips. “That was the best blowjob I’ve ever had. I’m
going to need a nap before we continue. Come lay with me.”

  She climbed back up on the bed and settled next to him, her back to his chest. He wrapped an arm around her waist and sighed. In seconds he was asleep, his breathing soft and even.

  Jillian took a deep breath and tried to relax when all she wanted was to leave before Master G woke up. Though she was more determined than ever to learn more about the life of submissive loving, if her father ever learned about these adventures to the wild side, he would shit kittens. Hall Industries was a family business with a moral standing to uphold, he’d lectured her at least weekly.

  Her falling in love with a BDSM Master would never fit into the mold her father demanded she fulfill. Even though Master G was everything she’d been looking for in a man and more and she felt herself falling hard without knowing anything about him, she had to leave.

  She counted to a hundred twice before gently lifting his arm and sliding off the bed. Once kneeling on the floor, she counted to fifty before moving again. After grabbing her chemise, she stepped into the bathroom and eased the door closed. She dressed after using the toilet and cleaning up.

  It took a moment to remove the cuffs, but she finally got free of them. Master G snored softly when she tiptoed back into the room. She left the cuffs on the chair with his clothes. After one last, long look at the golden bear of a man who had given her such pleasure both by his touch and his gentle domination, she silently walked out. She flipped the lock in the doorknob before pulling the door closed behind her.

  Though she wanted to run as fast as she could, she walked casually to the stairs. She descended them quickly and headed straight for the submissives’ alcove. Blaze was still there, talking with a man and woman both wearing collars around their necks and the cuffs on their wrists.

  “Jillian? You okay?” Blaze asked with a worried look.

  “I need to go home now,” she said without answering the other woman’s question.

  “Did something happen up there?” Blaze demanded. “Did he hurt you?”

  “Should we get Master T? Or one of the monitors?” the other woman asked.