A Club Esoteria Wedding [Club Esoteria 11] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free PDF

her back. With his free hand, he stroked the skin from her waist to halfway down her thighs.
    She took deep breaths, trying not to tense up as she waited for the spanking she knew she deserved. Instead, Taurus just continued stroking her skin, eventually tracing the line between the globes of her ass, over her puckered star to her wide-open dripping cunt.
    “Little mouse, I love you so much I can’t imagine my life without you in it. I’ve held back because I wasn’t sure how you felt about things. Remember I told you that in a Master/slave relationship the slave has more power than they may realize?”
    “Mmmm,” Whitney moaned as two fingers stroked across her entrance.
    They moved back and forth, never going deeper than a few millimeters, which caused the muscles of her lower body to clench with need. Her body was shorting out her thinking at least until the fingers left her and a hard swat landed in the center of her left ass cheek. She jerked on his body but bit her lip to keep from the squeal of pain from erupting. She had learned long ago that when receiving punishment, Taurus preferred her to be silent.
    “Pay attention, little one,” he said, his hand massaging the abused ass cheek, sending the heat of pain through her lower body to tighten her clit.
    “Yes, Sir,” she whispered, blinking against the tears that were filling her eyes once again.
    “Now, as I was saying, as my slave, you hold the power. You should have come to me and talked to me, told me you were unhappy with our arrangement.”
    “I didn’t know how,” Whitney admitted, her voice choked with tears she was holding in.
    “I understand, sweet mouse. You are the least demanding woman I have ever come across. But in this you are going to have to be the one to make the demands. If it had been up to me, I would have locked my collar around your neck after our first month together. You had so much to learn back then, so I held off. I was waiting for you to ask, to demand a commitment, but you never did.”
    “Please, Master, please punish your slave for being stupid.” Whitney surprised herself by begging for something she usually tried to avoid.
    Taking a deep breath, she released it slowly as she relaxed her body in preparation for what was to come. Closing her eyes, she waited.
    The long, pain-filled spanking she deserved never came. Instead, she received two more hard swats, one in the center of her right ass cheek and one between the first two. In the next seconds, Taurus lifted her and rearranged her so she was sitting across his lap, her head on his shoulder and his arms wrapped securely around her.
    “Now, my little love, I have a secret to share. The reason we don’t scene in the club anymore is because I have a hard time not killing everyone who sees you in that glorious aroused state you get when we play. I don’t want to share you, and nowadays I don’t want anyone to see these beautiful girls.” One hand cupped and then squeezed each breast.
    “Or this.” His hand slid down her belly and covered her mound, his fingertips sliding between her legs and into her cunt.
    “Oh,” Whitney breathed as her body shut down coherent thought and responded to the touches by instinct alone.
    She needed her Master. Needed him naked and pressed against her body, inside her pussy, and wrapped around her.
    “Please, Master. Please fuck me. Fuck your slave.”
    Lifting her face to his, she kissed her way across his cheek until her lips mated with his. The kiss was long, deep, and an exact duplication of what she needed most as his tongue plunged into her mouth and thoroughly explored her. As she followed suit, she pressed closer to his body, needing more, needing all of him.
    She whined a protest when he pulled his lips from hers and stood, forcing her from his lap. Looking into his eyes, she sucked in a breath of excitement. The fire she saw in those green orbs proved he was not as indifferent to her as she had mistakenly thought.
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