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

blinked and realized that Taurus had just wrapped a collar around her neck, which he had locked in place. It felt cool against her skin, sending a quick shiver through her as it slowly soaked in the warm from her skin.
    She lifted one hand to touch the chain around her neck as Mistress Jenna said, “I now pronounce you Master and slave.” With that, the room erupted in applause.
    Whitney never took her eyes from Taurus’s as he easily lifted her to her feet in a show of strength that never failed to thrill her. When he pulled her into his chest, she went willingly, and smiled up at him. “I love you, Master.”
    “And I love you, my sweet little mouse. Not too long ago you complained that we never scene together in the club anymore. Do you remember?”
    Thinking back to the day she ran away from the club convinced he no longer wanted her in his life, she nodded. “Yes, Master, I remember.”
    “You’ve been so stressed lately, I have decided what you need is something special to help you relax so you’ll sleep well tonight,” he said with a naughty grin. “I don’t want my wife-to-be showing up too tense to enjoy her big day.”
    Whitney returned his smile and nodded without saying another word. What was there to say? Master was in charge of her, body and soul, and what Master said was law.
    He led her over to the spotlighted bench and stood her so that her back was to the crowd. She remained still as he moved around behind her. Without a word, he dropped a black scarf over her eyes and tied it snugly into place.
    Just that quickly, Whitney’s senses shifted. Her fear of being on display dropped away as fast as her sight had been taken from her. Blindfolded, Whitney could pretend that she and her Master were alone. Especially since someone had turned up the music loud enough so that all she heard was the classic Prince song, “1999.”
    After another long, deep kiss that blanked her mind even further, Master Taurus took hold of her teddy’s lace shoulder straps and pulled them down her arms and body until the material was puddled on the floor around her feet.
    She sucked a sharp breath, wanting to protest being naked in front of so many people. Before she could speak, he kissed her again. Her fear rolled away, and she cooperated when he picked her up then placed her belly down on the spanking bench. She pulled in another breath when her skin made contact with the cold leather.
    “Feel okay?” he asked as he brushed his lips across the back of her neck and a hand down her spine.
    “Not really,” she answered truthfully, “but I’m not in any physical pain, Master.”
    She heard him chuckle as he licked her earlobe. “Such an honest little mouse,” he praised softly.
    He then secured her right wrist cuffs to the eyebolts so her arm pulled straight and taut. When he did the same to her left arm, she could do no more than shift her upper body a few inches in any direction on the bench.
    She felt cool air waft over her skin as Taurus moved around the table. He took hold of her hips and pulled her further down the padded wooden bench until her ass, clit, and cunt hung over the end of the table and then adjusted her legs so her shins took the bulk of her weight.
    He then wrapped cuffs around her ankles and secured them to the table. Then a strap dropped across her lower back and then snugged down as he attached it to the other side of the table. With that, she could not move away from whatever he was about to do.
    Master Taurus checked her cuffs to make sure they were not cutting off the circulation to her fingers and toes. Then he stepped back, and the air settled around her.
    “Breathe, little mouse, and relax,” he gently ordered before verbally guiding her through several cycles of slow, deep breaths.
    As usual, his perceptiveness surprised Whitney. As she obeyed, muscles she had not even realized were knotted tight with tension began to loosen up and untie themselves. He began to rub his hands in long