“I can’t. If I do, she’ll bolt and I won’t let that happen. How’s Antony?”
“I’m fine.” The man in question stepped out of the bedroom. He wore a pair of olive green boxer shorts and was pulling on a white T-shirt with the Esoteria logo on the front. “What’s going on? Who’s she?”
“This is Whitney Elliott. She’s a little upset. I need your help to explain a few things about what just happened downstairs.”
“Ah, the owner of the boots,” Jenna said with a smile as she waved them inside.
In the living room, Jenna settled on the couch while Antony disappeared into another room. Sir sat in a large club chair, still holding her securely, though he did make sure she was comfortable. A moment later, Antony returned with four glasses with ice and a pitcher of what looked like tea. He set it on the low table in front of Jenna and then stood and waited.
“So what’s going on? Did you take care of that poser?”
Jenna filled the four glasses. Antony delivered two to the table within Taurus’s reach before returning and kneeling on the floor beside his Mistress. He hooked one arm around her calf and settled against her. It looked like the position comforted them both as they both sighed and relaxed.
“He’s been banned from Esoteria for life. Deke will post warnings on all the websites as well as the BDSM database. Zac is on a one month suspension, and I may require he take the Dom refresher course again before he returns. Paula is checking Megan over, but I don’t think she’ll need to go to the hospital.”
“So what’s the problem, Whitney?” Jenna asked before sipping her tea. “It sounds like everything’s taken care of.”
“Whitney left before all that happened.”
Whitney sniffed and tried to organize her chaotic racing thoughts. “That man hurt that woman and Antony, and he’s walking away like nothing happened.”
“No, not nothing. He’s being blackballed from the entire BDSM community,” Jenna said. ”He won’t be able to go into any club we’re associated with, which is most of them. He’ll have a hard time finding a trained sub who will allow him to take command. I know I wanted him to receive a hundred lashes, but I’d lost control. What Taurus did was the right thing. Someone will also need to talk to Zac about doing a better job of picking his friends.”
Whitney nodded her understanding before turning to Taurus and searching his eyes. “Would you ever want to do that to me? Tie me up and beat me like that? Or let someone else do that to me?”
He met her eyes and smiled. “No way, sweet mouse. Unless you do something to endanger your own life or someone else’s, like getting drunk and driving or something like that, you’ve experienced the worst of my pain punishments. That’s not to say I won’t spank you on occasion, but I prefer to torture subs with pleasure. At least, not unless you ask me to tie you up and whip you. And no one else will be touching you. I told you, I don’t share well with others.”
Whitney shivered at the thought as she read the truth in his eyes. She thought she saw something else as well but couldn’t be sure. Knowing that the man wouldn’t walk away completely unscathed helped. Understanding that she would never have to take part in such a scene, she relaxed. The tension flowed out of her, and all her guards dropped.
Resting her cheek against his chest, she sighed as the fear dissipated like early morning fog and love took its place, filling her heart to overflowing.
“I love you, Taurus.”
* * * *
Sighed words of love were the last thing he expected when she calmed down and relaxed fully into him.
Kissing her forehead, he couldn’t help the grin that grew. She loved him. “I love you, too, sweet mouse.”
Without another word to the couple across the room, he stood and headed for the front door. Antony hurried to open it for him, then led the way across the foyer to open the door to Taurus’s apartment as well.
As they passed him, Whitney lifted her head and touched Antony’s arm. “I’m glad you weren’t hurt too bad,” she said.
“Thanks,” the sub replied with a smile that made him look like a teenager. “I hope you’ll find many years of happiness as a part of our little family.”
Taurus growled at the tenderness that passed between the two subs. “Lock the door on your way out, Antony,” he directed as he turned away. “And you, little mouse,” he said, carrying her straight to his bedroom and dropping her on the super king-size bed, “strip and then get on your hands and knees, ass towards me. You earned another punishment before we see if sex in a bed is better than anywhere else. Do you know why you’re being punished?”
Whitney undressed as quickly as she could, tossing her clothes away and moving into position, then grinned over her shoulder before nodding.
“I ran away when you told me to stay.”
“Yes, that’s part of it. The other part was not coming to me with your concerns. In a relationship like we have, communication is almost as important as trust. If you have a problem, you talk to me and we work it out. Same goes if I have a problem. We talk and come up with a solution, together. Does that make sense?”
“Yes, Sir. It just seemed so unfair. It got a little…overwhelming, I guess.”
“Your ornery sense of fairness got in the way again. Thing is, Megan will be back as soon as she heals up while that wannabe Dom won’t be able to find anywhere to play or anyone to play with. So it really does all work out in the end.”
Taurus caressed her cheeks, then parted them with a smile. He took hold of the plug and twisted it. “Now, for your punishment, you cannot come without permission. Do you understand, mouse?”
“Yes, Sir.” She hissed as he pulled the plug partway out then pushed it home again.
Turning away, Taurus stripped off his clothes, then retrieved a bottle of lube from his toy chest. He smiled when he saw she watched his every move with wide, hungry eyes.
“I’m was going to change out your plug, but I can’t wait any longer. I’m going to fuck your beautiful ass nice and slow. You make me crazy horny just by breathing,” he said as he crossed to stand behind her. “I don’t know if we’ll be leaving this room anytime soon.”
He eased the smaller plug out of her. Looking from the plug to her hole, he decided he couldn’t wait any long. After putting on a condom, he lubed both her back hole and his cock. Taking a deep breath to maintain some semblance of control, he eased his way past the tight ring of muscle into her ass, fucking slowly in and out. Each stroke went just a bit deeper until his pelvis pressed against her. She moaned and wiggled, arching her back to take him in faster and deeper.
Once he was in place, he bent and kissed his way up and down her spine. “Oh, God, you feel so good. I love you, Whitney Elliott, my sweet mouse.”
“I love you, too, Master. Please fuck me. Show me how much you love me.”
With a swat to her right cheek, Taurus did just that.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Cooper McKenzie always thought she had been born a hundred years too late, but appreciates air conditioning, computers and other conveniences of modern day living. She enjoys the slower pace of New Bern, North Carolina as well as the history and small town community found there. In addition to dreaming up her next story, Cooper enjoys reading everything except scary books, singing in her church choir and needle-weaving.
Also by Cooper McKenzie
Their Dream Weaver 1: Claiming Their Dream Weaver
Their Dream Weaver 2: Loving Their Dream Weaver
Their Dream Weaver 3: Marrying Their Dream Weaver
The Billionaire’s Mate
Club Esoteria 1: His Sub’s Submissive
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