McKenzie, Cooper - His Beck and Call Girl [Club Esoteria 6] (Siren Publishing Allure) Read Online Free PDF Page A

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