A Club Esoteria Wedding [Club Esoteria 11] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Cooper McKenzie

began to pound as she rode down the elevator and crossed the first floor lobby. At the door that led into the club, she stopped.
    Though she had been in the club hundreds of times over the past two years, this time she felt the same anticipation and near fear as she had felt that first night when she had been a reporter on the trail of a story about the club selling sex slaves. Instead of getting the story she had been after, Whitney found herself entering a world she knew nothing about, but one that gave her life added depth and meaning. In the time since, she had learned about so much about herself and the BDSM world, though she always felt a little shiver in her stomach whenever she entered the club alone.
    As the same feelings of fear and excitement washed through her, Whitney opened the door to the club and slipped into the back hall. Unlike her first visit when she had worn shoes, jeans, and a shirt, she was properly dressed as a submissive with no shoes and only her orange teddy covering her body.
    A feeling of déjà vu swept over her as she approached toward the end of the hallway that opened into the club. If Master wanted to replay the night of their first meeting, she was more than willing to cooperate.
    The scents, sights, and sounds of the club washed over her, adding to her excitement. This was her world now, a world she was comfortable with, as long as Master was by her side. Alone she still felt exposed and nervous.
    “Looking good,” Gentry said with a grin as Antony, his brother slave, gave a loud wolf whistle. They wore matching olive-green thongs, the color looking good on both men. The skimpy material also showed off both their impressively well-built bodies and bulged with their manhoods. Their black leather collars and wrist cuffs matched as well.
    “Hush, you two, unless you want Master Taurus to be the one to discipline you on the appropriate behavior of a slave boy toward another man’s property.” Mistress Jenna joined them and frowned at her slave mates.
    “No, Mistress. We’re sorry, Mistress,” the men apologized in unison.
    Then Mistress Jenna turned her focus to her. “Very nice, Whitney, but you’re missing your collar. Get to your Master, and tell him I said he needs to rectify that situation immediately.”
    “Yes, Mistress Jenna.”
    Jenna nodded and grabbed the front of her men’s thongs. “Come along, pets, it’s time for your discipline for being so forward with someone not your Mistress.”
    The men each sucked a breath as she squeezed their cocks then followed without another word. Whitney watched them go before turning to the bar where her gorgeous Master stood watching her. Like her, he wore the same leather vest and pants he had that first night, baring his well-sculpted body and furred chest to her perusal. Meeting his eyes across the room, she smiled and licked her dry lips.
    His lips curled up slightly as one eyebrow lifted in surprise. Then he raised a hand chest high and used two fingers to make a come here motion. Whitney smiled in return but did not heed her Master’s bidding. Instead, she turned and slowly eased her way around the room just as she had that first night.
    As she slowly circled the room, she felt Taurus’s eyes on her as members, both Doms and subs, stopped her to congratulate her or ask questions. Every Dom also made a point of asking her where her collar was.
    She had just finished assuring a couple that the wedding and reception would be club casual, and yes, leathers would be acceptable, when she felt a large, warm presence behind her. She smiled as long, muscular arms wrapped around her and, crossing over her chest to cover her breasts, pulled her back to lean against him.
    A pair of lips nibbled their way up the right side of her neck before taking possession of her earlobe. She moaned as his hands tightened over her breasts and pressed an erect cock into the cleft of her ass.
    “Little mouse, you wear no collar. Why is that?”