McKenzie, Cooper - A Club Esoteria Christmas [Club Esoteria 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Online Free PDF

whispered.
    She looked at him in confusion. “For what?”
    “For letting me come home once more,” he said softly, his eyes dropping to the floor.
    He jumped when she grabbed the short hairs above each ear and pulled hard. He could not swallow down his yelp of pain.
    “Look at me, slave.”
    When he did not respond immediately, she steadily pulled on the hairs until he lifted his eyes to meet hers. His heart dropped to his toes when he saw her blank Domme expression. She was rethinking their relationship. She and Gentry had been without him for eight months, and she did not want him any longer. He had been gone too long this time.
    She stared deep into his eyes for more than a minute without blinking. He kept glancing away and then back again, afraid she would read his sadness and pain if he looked too long into her eyes. “We will talk about your returning home later.”
    Though he wanted to curl up and cry, Antony swallowed down the lump in his throat and whispered, “Yes, Mistress.”

    * * * *

    Jenna forced herself to stand and walk away before she grabbed both men by their balls and dragged them upstairs for a sexual orgy that she expected would last well into the new year. She had planned on a quiet homecoming upstairs with just the three of them, but with Mother Nature refusing to cooperate, here they were. She still could not believe she had just sucked her slave off in the middle of the club when she was supposed to be circulating and playing hostess to their guests.
    Going to the bar, she met Jackson’s eyes and frowned. He looked nervous. Sinclair was helping him behind the bar, which was becoming a more and more common occurrence even though neither of them truly lived the lifestyle. She did not mind, but there were laws, club, city, and state laws, that had to be addressed if they wanted to stay in business and not lose any of the licenses they had to jump through hoops each year to maintain.
    “What are you smirking at?” she asked as she reached over the bar for her travel mug and took a long sip of the decaf iced tea it held. She picked up the two personalized water bottles and handed them to the two men standing just behind her.
    “Not a thing, boss,” he said with a smirk as they walked away to join the rest of the partygoers watching an uncollared submissive tap dance.

    * * * *

    Watching the intimacy of Jenna welcoming Antony home left Jackson hard and needy. He had planned to take his woman out to the garden later on in the evening, but suddenly he was too hungry to wait for his break. He needed relief now. This would also be a good time to push the boundaries of their shared adventures in BDSM a little further.
    “Come here, sunshine,” he said softly, lifting an arm and motioning to her with two fingers.
    “What’s up?” she asked.
    She slipped from the stool he had brought behind the bar earlier for her so she could be close but comfortable and out of his way at the same time. She yelped when he grabbed her arm, half turned her, and popped her ass cheek with his free hand.
    “Is that how you speak to me? Here, in this place?”
    “I’m sorry, Sir. What can I do for you, Sir?” Sinclair changed her tone immediately to the soft and submissive one that set his arousal to simmering as she rubbed the spot where he had smacked her.
    He turned her so she stood in front of the cooler filled with water. Her back was to him, and she faced the stage where the talent show continued.
    “Your shoulders look chilled. Pull the back of your dress up and cover them.”
    “Sir?” Sinclair turned her head and looked at him out of the corner of one widened eye.
    He stared at her without speaking further until she lifted the skirt of her dress and draped hem over her shoulders. This left her lower back and ass bare to his sight and touch.
    “Good girl. Now hold your hands out in front of you, palms up.”
    He stepped up behind her and pressed his cloth-covered cock between the cheeks of her ass. He