McKenzie, Cooper - His Beck and Call Girl [Club Esoteria 6] (Siren Publishing Allure)

by Cooper McKenzie

  “Sunshine, there’s no one here but the two of us. Go on and look around. Then come to the bar and we’ll test your submissiveness,” he said with a hot, sexy grin that sent shivers down her spine.

  “Okay,” she said then corrected herself before he could frown at her. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl.”

  With that, he turned and headed to the center of the room where a large oval bar stood. Sinclair stood where he’d left her and just took in the room. The main room was nearly as big as the entire building. In the back corner there was a raised stage area, and around the area were several alcoves with leather couches and chairs half-hidden behind plants separated by narrow walls. Interspersed between these conversation areas were stations with wood and leather equipment that both terrified and intrigued Sinclair as to how each was used.

  After a quick circuit around the room, she headed to where Jackson wheeled several cases of beer on a dolly behind the bar. She stayed outside the bar, but as close as she could to Jackson.

  “So, what do you think?” Jackson asked.

  “It looks like a very interesting place,” she said, wincing when she heard the tremor of fear in her voice.

  “Come here, sunshine.” Jackson stepped to one corner of the bar and lifted a piece of the countertop so she didn’t have to duck under it.

  “Am I allowed back there?”

  “Your master is telling you to get your ass behind this bar. I have a problem you need to deal with so I can work without hurting myself.” Jackson’s free hand dropped to cup the impressive bulge filling the front of his leathers.

  Sinclair looked around the room before stepping up so only a millimeter’s space separated them. Then she canted her hips forward to press against his erection while grinning up at him.

  “So, Master, what would you like me to do to deal with your problem?” she purred in a soft voice.

  Her breathing caught when he lifted his hands and took an ass cheek in each hand. He held her hips still and pulled her even tighter against him. Lowering his head, he kissed her hard and deep. As his tongue delved deep into her mouth to tangle with her own, his hands traveled up and around her sides and took her erect nipples between index fingers and thumbs. She moaned into his mouth and pressed forward even more, hoping she didn’t push him off balance.

  She made a whining sound as he pulled his lips from her and straightened to his full height.

  “On your knees, sunshine. I think you need a little protein snack,” he ordered gently with a hot, teasing smile.

  “Mmmm, yes, Sir,” she said, forcing herself to take a half step back, then kneel.

  By the time she was on her knees, Jackson had the front of his leathers undone and shoved down. His long, thick cock pointed straight out from the thatch of curly hair at his groin. Sinclair licked her lips as a drop of pearly fluid formed at his slit.

  Before she could part her lips and take him in, he raised her face to look up his long, hard body. “If you can get yourself off, do it. Otherwise you’ll be all wound up for the next couple of hours until I can take a break.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She nodded then returned her attention to his cock.

  The shaft was ivory with blue and purple veins tracing its length. She extended her tongue and swiped the tip of it across his slit. The drops of fluid flashed across her tongue, the tangy-tart taste making her hungry for more.

  As she parted her lips, hands brushed at her shoulders. Then she felt the dress’s spaghetti straps slide off her shoulders to come to rest at her elbows. Leaning forward, she exhaled over the head of his cock and wrapped one hand gently around the base.

  She heard Jackson suck in a breath and smiled as she closed her lips around him just behind the glans. Swirling her lips, she bathed the head, savoring the soft feel of the spongy flesh against her tongue.

  She slowly pressed forward, taking him deeper and deeper until he hit the back of her throat. Then she swallowed, her tongue massaging his thick length. Then she backed off, sucking gently until she held just the head once again. It felt so good to hold him and know that this would not be the end of their evening, but the beginning.

  When Jackson groaned and lifted his hands to cup the back of her head, Sinclair decided she must have done something right. Feeling bolder by the approval, she repeated the action moving just as slowly.

  “Sunshine,” he groaned as his fingers slid through her hair to wrap around the back of her skull. “Not that I don’t love this but if you don’t hurry up you’ll be performing before an audience.”

  Opening her eyes, Sinclair looked up to see him staring down at her, his eyelids heavy and jaw muscles tight with need. She winked at him as she began to suck at him in earnest. Fighting to keep her own eyes open and locked on his, she took him as deep as she could, then began to stroke the length that wouldn’t fit in her mouth with her hand.

  “Play with yourself,” he instructed as his hips began to shift back and forth in counterpoint to her movements.

  Spreading her knees a little wider, her free hand drifted between her knees and up under her dress. She trailed several fingers up her inner leg to the juncture of her thighs and slipped her forefinger between the puffy lips to her knotted clit.

  She pulled a breath through her nose as heat shimmered out from her clit. She bobbed on the cock in her mouth faster and faster, sucking harder and harder as her finger pressed around her pleasure center in circles, sending her closer and closer to an orgasm. Her focus narrowed to pleasuring the cock in her mouth and keeping the finger on her clit moving. Nothing else mattered.

  “Sunshine, gonna,” Jackson growled.

  With that she forgot about her own pleasure and focused solely on his. Her hand left her clit and lifted to slide under his pants to wrap around one thick, muscular thigh. One of the things she loved about Jackson was he enjoyed her touching him as much as she craved rubbing her hands over his skin.

  She sucked harder and moved her head with him as his hips flashed forward in several short thrusts. He cried out as his fingers tightened on the back of her head and his fluids jetted across her tongue. She swallowed several times, then worried she might hurt him as her jaw tightened further on his shaft.

  When his cock stopped pulsing and he began to soften against her tongue, she gently licked him clean before pulling off and sitting back on her heels. Looking up, she wasn’t sure what to expect, but it certainly wasn’t four faces staring over the bar at her. Her eyes widened as she met each set of eyes of the two men and two women.

  Then she remembered what Jackson said about people in the eye and dropped her head to stare at his boots instead. Her face burned with embarrassment as she fisted her hands in her lap to keep from jumping up and running. The orgasm that had been so close melted away like ice under a summer sun.

  “Is that a new bar fixture, Jackson?” one of the men said. He didn’t sound angry. He sounded almost amused.

  “I didn’t approve anything new,” one of the women replied. Her voice sounded tight, as if she was choking on suppressed laughter. “And Jackson doesn’t look like he’ll be sharing her anytime soon.”

  “Can you give us a few minutes? Then I’ll introduce you to my sunshine,” Jackson said.

  Sinclair felt more than heard the two couples as they moved away as Jackson pulled his fingers from her hair then took a step back. She didn’t move as he adjusted and refastened his leathers. She couldn’t. Shock that someone had witnessed what she had just done held her frozen. And not just one someone, but four. And they were obviously people that Jackson knew, and knew well.

  She flinched when fingers touched her shoulders. “Sunshine? You okay?”

  She swallowed hard and took a deep breath before nodding. “Just embarrassed,” she whispered.

  “No need to be embarrassed, they’re friends. And you’ll be seeing a lot more than that tonight. Now come on, I want you to meet my friends.”

  Jackson extended a hand to her then waited until she took it
. Once she was standing, he leaned down and quickly sucked one nipple and then the other before returning the top of her dress back into position. After adjusting her breasts behind the soft fabric, he kissed her lips gently.

  “Thank you,” he whispered. “You relax yourself?”

  She blinked, then moved her head slowly left and then right one time. “I was a little distracted,” she answered honestly. A small smile grew as her arousal heated up just by looking at her man.

  “We’ll take care of that, later,” he promised with a wink and sexy grin. “For now you’ll just have to live with it.”

  “Anticipation, eh?” she murmured softly as he took her hand and led her out from behind the bar.

  “Exactly.”

  He led her to an alcove at the back corner of the room near the stage where the two couples sat quietly talking. One man sat in one of the four large leather club chairs. He held one of the women in his lap. She looked only a little uncomfortable sitting there but didn’t fight his hold.

  The other woman sat in a second chair with the other man kneeling beside her. His shoulder pressed against her leg as she ran her fingers through his hair, petting him like he was an oversized cat.

  “Taurus, Jenna, this is my sunshine, Sinclair Malone. Sinclair, these are my bosses, Master Taurus and Mistress Jenna,” Jackson said before settling in the third chair. “They own Club Esoteria.”

  “Hello, Sinclair,” the woman in the chair said.

  “So you’re the reason Jackson turns everyone here down,” the man with his lap full of woman commented wryly.

  Sinclair stood next to Jackson’s chair, wishing she had somewhere to hide. Her cheeks burned with leftover embarrassment. She tried not to stare as the Doms petted their partners, but she was curious. But she also didn’t know the proper protocol for a submissive who was not really a submissive.

  As if he read her mind, Jackson pulled on her arm until she awkwardly landed in his lap. She didn’t fight him as he shifted her until she was sitting across his lap, leaning against his chest. Muscular arms surrounded her and gave her a small measure of comfort while adding yet another layer to her arousal.

  “You okay?” he asked when she turned to look at him.

  She nodded as his instructions about not talking slammed to the forefront of her thoughts.

  “Relax, sunshine. They won’t hurt you,” he said softly before kissing her temple. “You may talk to these people and look around now, but later, when the members start arriving, it will be better if you stay quiet and try to be submissive.”

  Sinclair nodded again, but found that she couldn’t think of anything to say. Instead she studied the two other couples and compared them to the characters she’d read about in her books.

  Mistress Jenna wore a gold velvet corset and mid-thigh-length denim skirt. Her thigh-high, black leather, stiletto-heeled boots looked uncomfortable, but sexy, and Sinclair knew they told the world that she was a Domme. With her long, wavy chestnut hair and gorgeous hourglass figure, she made Sinclair vow to start working out more.

  The man kneeling beside her leg was a pale golden god. His shoulders were even broader and more muscular than Jackson’s. This was a man who obviously worked with his body for a living. His golden hair was pulled back into a ponytail at the base of his skull, the length running several inches down his spine. He wore what looked like a leopard-print Speedo with black leather collar and cuffs on his wrists.

  Turning her attention to Master Taurus, she found him big, broad, and built like a real man should be. His chest was slightly furred, his skin the golden brown of heredity and not a tan. He wore an open brown leather vest with blue jeans and cowboy boots. His short, curly hair was two shades more red than brown.

  The woman in his lap wore a bright orange teddy, which showed off her thin, yet curvy, figure just right, making Sinclair feel fat by comparison. Her thick black hair was pulled back from her face in a braid that trailed over one shoulder to just brush her breast. She was pretty, and looked as innocent as Sinclair felt.

  After meeting her eyes for a few seconds, the other woman turned and whispered into her Master’s ear. He glanced at Sinclair and then nodded. “Jackson, my little mouse was wondering if it would be all right if she and Gentry showed Sinclair around. They can answer any questions she has and try to keep her out of trouble.”

  Jackson turned her head so she looked deep into his eyes. “That okay with you, sunshine? I’ll be at the bar in case anything happens.”

  “But I thought you were going to answer my questions?”

  “I will, but for the first hour or so after opening I’ll be up to my ass in alligators. Once things settle down you’ll be able to ask all the questions you want,” he said as he ran a hand up her arm and over her shoulder to slide around to the back of her skull. “And later on we’ll go upstairs and see about easing that tension of yours and expanding both our horizons a little further.”

  Sinclair blinked before nodding. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Be careful, Jackson. Don’t want anyone to think you’ve gone soft for a sub,” Taurus said, causing everyone else to chuckle at what sounded like an inside joke.

  Sinclair didn’t get it, but didn’t ask to be let in on what was funny. She just added it to her list of questions to be asked later in the evening.

  Jackson patted one ass cheek as he shifted beneath her. “Up sunshine. I’ve got to go to work.”

  She climbed from his lap and watched as the other submissive woman did the same. Once the three dominants walked away, the three submissives stood in the space between the chairs and formed a smaller triangle.

  “I’m Gentry Michaels, and this is Whitney Elliott.” The golden man introduced himself and the black-haired woman.

  “Sinclair Malone, but you already knew that,” she said. She felt out of her depth with these people who could tell just by looking at her that she was a fraud.

  While good sense poked at her to not get too involved with these people she might never see again, she wondered if they could shine any light on the deep, dark mystery that was Jackson Matthews.

  Chapter 5

  Though his hands were busy filling drink orders, Jackson kept close track of Sinclair. He wasn’t worried that she’d leave without a word. He was nervous that what she saw tonight might overwhelm her. Thankfully, Whitney and Gentry never left her side as their dominants attended to the business of opening the club for the evening.

  Once the crowd asking for drinks thinned and he could breathe again, Jackson looked for his woman, but didn’t see her.

  “Taurus, you see our girls?” he asked, trying to sound casual. When his boss smirked at him, he knew he’d failed miserably.

  His gut began to knot as Taurus scanned the room.

  After turning a complete circle with the negative results Taurus said, “They’re probably in the restroom. So what’s her story? You’ve never talked about any woman before, not even your ex. She someone new?”

  Jackson found himself shaking his head. “Been seeing her about six months, but with my schedule…” Jackson shrugged as if that explained everything.

  “That’s a hell of a sorry excuse,” Jenna interrupted as she slipped onto a barstool.

  “Pardon me?” Jackson filled a glass with ginger ale and set it on a napkin before the Domme.

  “You heard me. If you love that girl, you need to tell her. If not, you need to let her go so she can find love elsewhere,” Jenna said then looked over her shoulder and met Gentry’s eyes.

  Immediately her slave/mate rose and crossed the room, stopping and dropping his head when he reached her side. “Yes, Mistress?”

  “Where are Sinclair and Whitney?”

  Gentry looked toward the back of the room then nodded in that direction. “They went to the ladies,” he said.

  Jackson looked to the short hallway that led to the restrooms and waited until the two women appeared. When Sinclair looked up and met his eyes, he lifted one hand and made a “come here
” gesture with two fingers.

  She turned and said something to Whitney, and the two women headed in his direction. As she crossed the room, his cock got hard just watching her walk.

  Damn, he loved her curves.

  By the time she reached the bar his cock was hard. He needed to take her somewhere private and play for a bit. She looked stressed and he needed to make sure she was okay with the evening so far. But where? The stockroom? Or maybe the garden out back?

  “Yes?” she asked once she had reached the bar.

  Whitney and Gentry gasped in shock. Jackson raised one eyebrow at both her question and her snarky tone. He fought back a grin as her eyes widened when she realized her faux pas.

  “I’m sorry. Yes, Sir?”

  Jackson met her gray-green eyes and saw her arousal. His own sexual hunger responded until his cock throbbed behind the unforgiving leather of his pants.

  “Taurus, I’m taking ten to show sunshine the garden.”

  “Okay, but if you’re not back in twenty I’m clocking you out for the night.”

  Jackson nodded and reached under the bar to grab a kitchen timer. After setting it for ten minutes he showed it to his boss, who chuckled and then ducked under the bar. Taking Sinclair’s hand, he quick-marched back the way she’d just come.

  * * * *

  Sinclair had to jog to keep up with the fast-moving man, but she didn’t fight as he pulled her along in his wake. She wondered where they were going, but didn’t ask as they passed the restrooms and continued to the end of the short hall. Finally, he turned and pushed through a door on the other side of the hall. She had just enough time to realize they’d entered what looked like an elevator lobby before they were through another door and outside.

  “Shit, gravel,” Jackson muttered. Turning he bent and put his shoulder in her middle before straightening.

  “Jackson!” Sinclair cried softly when she found herself over one shoulder with the back of her dress flipped over, exposing her bare ass to anyone who might be around. She grabbed at his waist, hoping she wouldn’t slide off his broad shoulder.