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

Taurus’s voice whispered hoarsely.
    “I’m sorry, Master, but I could not find my collar,” Whitney moaned as she tilted her head to the side to allow him more access to what she had learned was one of her most erogenous zones.
    “Hmm, a little mouse who has lost her collar sounds like a punishing offense to me, Taurus,” Dane said with a chuckle as he walked by with his slave, Merlin, under one arm and Merlin’s slave, Sloan, under the other.
    A shiver of fear flashed through Whitney, though she knew her Master would never be cruel in his punishments. They normally ranged from a quick spanking to a long, drawn-out session of sexual torture, which would take her within a millimeter of her orgasmic peak but not let her go over the edge.
    Taurus did not respond to the other Master’s comment. Instead, he licked over the spot where her neck and shoulder came together that weakened her knees every time he paid it attention.
    “Come with me, little mouse,” he said softly, “and we’ll take care of this problem of your missing collar.”
    Pulling his arms from around her, he held her until she found her balance before taking her right hand in his left, and leading her across the bar. She was surprised to see most of those club members present that evening had gathered in front of the raised stage in the back corner of the room. Her eyes swept the stage, and she saw there was one of the raised spanking benches set in the center of the stage and spotlighted.
    Without acknowledging those they passed, Taurus led her through the crowd toward the stage steps. When she slowed and pulled on his arm, he stopped and turned to frown down at her. “What’s wrong, mouse?”
    Never liking to be the center of attention, Whitney swallowed hard before she could whisper, “What’s going on, Master?”
    Her heart began to race as her cheeks began to burn. She did not want to be the center of attention. It was bad enough to be it tomorrow at the wedding, but she had been mentally preparing for those moments all week. She was completely unprepared for this and really just wanted Master to take her upstairs so they could be alone.
    “We’re going to take care of that collar problem of yours,” he responded with a wink.

Chapter 9
     
    “You were a bad little mouse for coming into the club this evening without wearing a collar on your pretty little neck.”
    “But, Master,” she started then swallowed down the rest of her protest when he merely lifted an eyebrow at her. Knowing she would never get out of whatever was to happen next, she took a deep breath and dropped her head until she stared at his boots. “Yes, Master.”
    She did not lift her head again until they had walked out onto the stage and stood face-to-face. He positioned them so they were sideways to the group standing just a few feet away. As his submissive and slave, she kept her face down. Ever since she had started coming to the club, people had picked apart her behavior, and tonight of all nights she did not want to embarrass her Master in front of their friends.
    “Eyes on me, mouse,” Taurus murmured.
    Whitney lifted her gaze and met the heat, passion, and love swirling in the deep blue-green depths of Taurus’s eyes. It felt as if she fell into those depths as Jenna stepped up beside them and began the ceremony that had bound other couples as Dominant and submissive couples over the past two years. Their audience faded as she lost herself in her Master’s warm green gaze.
    She felt as if she were in a dream as she knelt before her Master at the appropriate time. She repeated Jenna’s words, placing her body, soul, and obedience in Taurus’s hands in a soft but confident voice, the feeling of rightness welling up in her as the ceremony continued. Not only would Taurus be her Master, but in less than twenty-four hours he would also be her husband. Could life get any better than this?
    A soft snick at her throat brought her back to the here and now. She