His Beck and Call Girl

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Club Esoteria 6

His Beck and Call Girl Sinclair Malone has had enough. After telling on and off lover Jackson Matthews off, she thinks they are through. She soon finds out that Jackson has other ideas. Jackson has been hurt in the past and is wary of what he feels for Sinclair. He doesn’t want to lose the creative beauty, but his life is so busy he doesn’t always have time for her. Knowing she’s curious about the BDSM lifestyle, he invites her to visit Club Esoteria where he tends bar. Not a typical submissive, Sinclair Malone agrees to play one for an evening if it brings her closer to Jackson. Can their relationship grow after a night at Club Esoteria? Or will she remain his Beck and Call Girl? Genre: BDSM, Contemporary Length: 20,434 words

HIS BECK AND CALL GIRL Club Esoteria 6

Cooper McKenzie

EROTIC ROMANCE

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HIS BECK AND CALL GIRL Copyright © 2011 by Cooper McKenzie E-book ISBN: 1-61034-584-3 First E-book Publication: June 2011 Cover design by Jinger Heaston All cover art and logo copyright © 2011 by Siren Publishing, Inc. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission. All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

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DEDICATION For my muse…thank you for everything, even the things you’ll probably never know you did.

HIS BECK AND CALL GIRL Club Esoteria 6 COOPER MCKENZIE Copyright © 2011

Chapter 1 “What are you wearing?” Jackson Matthews’s voice dropped to the deep, deep, sexy range that got to her every time. Sinclair Malone swallowed and clenched the phone tighter to her ear. Her damp pussy clenched and gushed as her already hard nipples tightened even further. As typical with their phone calls of the last six months, they had laughed and talked about everything and anything for nearly an hour. But, as usual, the sexual energy grew thicker between them through the cell phone connection. Looking down, she wondered if she should tell him the truth or lie. But she had never lied to him, no matter how uncomfortable the truth was to share. This relationship had taught her so much about herself, but she also knew she had much yet to learn. “An oversized T-shirt and panties,” she replied, the laughter dropping from her own tone as she recognized where the conversation headed. The same place it did nearly every time they talked, especially during these late-night phone calls when Jackson was on shift at the firehouse. “Where are you?” “On the couch. Where should I be?” Sinclair stood and headed down the hall to her bedroom, intuitively knowing what he wanted.

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“At this hour you should be tucked in bed, snuggled under your blanket. On the way, lose the clothes.” The thread of underlying power in his voice sent a shiver down Sinclair’s spine as she pulled her T-shirt over her head, hanging it on the bedroom doorknob. “But it’s chilly,” she teased as she pushed off her panties and headed to her bed across the room. “Don’t worry, baby, you won’t be cold for long,” he promised. Sinclair’s breathing hitched in anticipation as she pulled the covers back and lay down. She moaned as the silky cotton sheet settled over her, brushing against her turgid nipples. The slick fabric settled over her, cool against warm skin that usually remained covered. “Now what?” she asked softly. “Close your eyes and relax. Imagine me there next to you, brushing my fingers over your skin, up your body to your pretty girls,” the deep voice instructed. Sinclair did as he asked, her pulse speeding up, her breathing growing shallow. As his words formed mental pictures, she propped her phone between her ear and the pillow so she could use both hands to move to his words, slowly trailing up her body. Her fingertips brushed over one breast and then the other. Her breathing turned to panting as his words aroused her more and more. His voice stayed low, deep and dark, the tone simultaneously sending fire and chills through her to settle between her legs. Her need to come grew until she began to make small mewling noises, which she knew he heard over their connection. At his direction, one hand trailed down her body, across her hips to the top of her slit. Her breathing hitched as she brushed along the outside of her labia causing the lips to put pressure on her clit. Finally she could wait no longer. She slid a finger between her lower lips, circled her clit, then brushed down to her entrance and back again. Her other hand

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continued playing with her breasts, making her wish for a moment she had a third hand. She sucked a breath as shivers and tingles shot from tits and clit out to encompass her whole body before racing back to her pussy. She moved closer and closer to her orgasm but fought to keep from coming as she did during every one of these encounters. “Hold it, baby,” he said, his breathing faster and harsher in her ear. She whined as everything in her grew tighter and tighter until she thought her body would implode. “Hold it, sunshine…hold it just a little longer…okay, come now.” She barely heard him over her own harsh, gasping breathing. “I’m coming.” He groaned his own completion. Sinclair pinched her clit and cried out as her orgasm instantly rolled over her like a bulldozer. As they recovered, they talked of nothing of consequence until Jackson said, “Okay, baby, sleep well. I’ll buzz you later.” “Be safe,” she returned automatically. Hanging up and laying the cell phone on the nightstand beside the bed, Sinclair rolled to her side and hugged the spare pillow to her chest. She found herself once again wishing for the night that Jackson would be with her to cuddle with as she drifted off to sleep. **** Three weeks later, Sinclair ignored the elephants doing a polka in her stomach as Jackson strutted across the oversized garage towards her. Looking at him here at the firehouse caused her to cream her panties, especially since he wore his dark blue uniform, all spit-shined and pulled together. Six feet of rippling, well-trained muscle that displayed the fire department’s uniform so damn well. Though she’d dressed up for this encounter, Sinclair felt frumpy by comparison. Why was it no matter how much she tried she had a


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hard time relaxing around this man? She knew the other men working his shift were just out of sight and probably listening to every word, but for one of the few times in her life, she didn’t care what they heard. All she wanted was to have her say so she could go home. Maybe large quantities of alcohol would ease the ache in her soul she’d carried for months while lying to herself about what she and Jackson really had. “Sinclair? What’s up, sunshine?” Ignoring his question, Sinclair took a deep breath, wishing she didn’t feel like she wanted to throw up. Staring into his deep cobalt blue eyes for a moment, she then dropped her gaze to his chin. “I’m sorry to show up like this, but since you haven’t called in three weeks, I decided to take the chance.” She paused for a quick breath before continuing. “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep on being your dirty little secret. I deserve better than to be treated like a blow-up doll you play with when you’re on shift and bored. I understand your ex-wife hurt you and for that I’m sorry. No one deserves that kind of pain. But you’ve filled your life with so much work and you do so much for everyone else that you don’t have time for a new relationship no matter how much I’d like it to be different. I’m tired of being your beck and call girl just because you’re scared of trusting me.” Sinclair took a deep breath and half turned, her gaze moving from him to study the shiny fire truck they stood beside. “I’ve been hurt, too, but I opened up to you, allowed you into my life. You know my phone number, my address, damn, you even had Max’s approval and he doesn’t like anyone. I thought that maybe, if I was patient and gave you the time and space you needed, you would trust me enough to open up and share something of yourself, but you haven’t.” She paused for another breath, but before he could respond she started again. “Relationships, if you call what we have a relationship, should be about sharing, both giving and taking. The problem is you don’t share, you won’t open up. Every time I show you a kindness,

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that I care, try to take a step forward to something more, you fall out of contact for weeks. I’m tired of the uncertainty of whether or not you might call me. Of lying to myself that soon, eventually, if I wait long enough, you’ll knock down a few of those walls you keep between us.” Sinclair took another breath. “I’m tired of trying to prove that you can trust me. So I’ve decided to give up on the hope of there being an ‘us.’ Unless you can open up and share parts of your oh-somysterious life so we can build something lasting, we’re through. If you decide you can’t, then I wish you the best and hope someday you meet the right woman you can trust.” She glanced at him for a pair of racing heartbeats, not surprised to see a shocked, wide-eyed, deer-in-the-headlights expression on his face. Without another word, Sinclair walked out through the open garage bay door and across the parking lot to her car. **** Jackson watched her walk away, his cock stiffening as he watched her generous hips sway back and forth. Her innocently sexy aura and womanly curves turned him on like no other ever had, not even his ex-wife. Her words stunned him, but he was proud that she had found the strength to say them to his face. She’d come so far in the months since they’d met, growing in confidence, both in and out of bed. As he watched her pull out of the parking lot, a sick feeling started in his stomach. He realized she was right. He had kept her a secret, his special secret, since the beginning, though not for the reason she thought. He had also kept large parts of his life from her. He just didn’t realize how his staying quiet made her feel. To be told he treated her like a blow-up doll slapped him hard in the conscience. In the next instant he realized that he did not want to lose her. She’d become too


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important to him, though this piece of information was yet another thing he’d not shared with her. “Damn, Jack, she’s a firecracker. If you don’t want her anymore, can I have her number?” Jackson glanced at the man who had just walked up beside him. Chuckling, he shook his head. “No way, Andy. You’d never survive. But she’s right. I haven’t treated her like I should. She’s also right that I’ve kept too much from her.” He looked thoughtful for a long moment before asking, “Are we still going out to eat?” “Duh, yeah. It’s last shift of the cycle. Of course we’re going out. Why?” “Because we’re going to make a stop on the way.” How was he going to make this up to her? A simple apology would never be enough. If someone had treated him like this he would demand a hell of a lot more than a simple “I’m sorry.” Looking across the street, he remembered something she had once said about flowers. “Andy, I’ll be right back,” he called over his shoulder as he jogged down the driveway and across the street.

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Chapter 2 Sinclair made it halfway home before the shaking began. Tears held off until she parked in the driveway in front of her little house. Dropping her forehead to the steering wheel, she let them flow. They raced down her cheeks fast and hot to drip off her chin. Her low-cut red tank dress caught them. She’d worn the sexy dress to keep her motivated for the momentous occasion of showing more backbone than she thought she had in her. She would never be able to wear the dress again without thinking of this day and the longing in her heart. Over time it had festered into an ache in her soul from wanting more than he seemed capable of giving. But then, most of her clothes had some memory of Jackson connected with them. Though she couldn’t afford it, she would have to purge her closet and replace all the clothes that carried memories of their times together. Memories of late-night phone calls that lasted for hours when the firehouse was quiet. And the times when he came to her house to take a break from the go-go-go life that he never talked about. Those visits inevitably led to some of the best, hottest sex Sinclair had ever experienced. But too soon afterwards, he would dress and be out the door, tossing a “buzz you later” over his shoulder as he left. Once the tears slowed and her trembling eased enough that she could function, Sinclair mopped up and climbed from the car. Opening her cell phone, she called Megan’s number. Her best friend lived half a block away, which made it mandatory that they check in with one another daily, either by phone or in person.


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“Hey, girl, what’s up?” Megan answered in her usual upbeat style. “Which wine goes better with a battered heart, red or white?” Sinclair asked without preamble. “Huh?” “Never mind, maybe I’ll drink both. You’re welcome to join me if you want, but you might want to hurry,” Sinclair offered just before hanging up and climbing from her car. Sinclair was in the process of uncorking the bottle of red wine when Max, her liver-colored cocker spaniel, ran to the front door, barking. “Hush, baby, it’s Megan.” Sinclair shushed the dog, then opened the front door. “Come on in and join the party.” “What’s happened? Why are we drinking? Have you heard from Jackson yet?” Megan asked as she followed Sinclair back into the kitchen. “Not exactly, though I have a feeling I never will again. I scared the shit out of him and he’s gone forever.” Sinclair finished uncorking the wine before pouring two glasses full. Handing one to her friend, Sinclair put the cork back in the bottle. She carried the bottle with her through the living room and out the front door to the wide porch that ran the width of her tiny bungalow. “Okay, spill. What happened?” Megan asked again once they were settled on the two chairs kept for these evening visits. Sinclair looked around the porch and realized she’d probably have to replace her furniture, too, if she wanted to fully purge Jackson from the house. They’d sat out here and talked. They’d made love—no, they’d had sex on the couch and chair in her living room as well as the bed. He’d wandered the house and they’d sat on the back deck and talked on one of those occasions when he took time out of his life to come and be a part of hers. Yep, maybe it was time to think about burning the house down and walking away. It would serve him right if she did it tonight while

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he was on duty. Or maybe she’d wait a day or two while he was on his four-day break. After downing half the contents of her wineglass in about three swallows, Sinclair set her glass on the table between their chairs then relayed her visit to the firehouse. When tears started again, she went inside and grabbed a handful of napkins. “He didn’t say anything?” Megan asked once she’d finished talking. Sinclair shook her head. “I didn’t give him a chance. I had my say and walked away quick.” “Is this really what you want? To break up with him?” Sinclair shrugged. “Not really, but what else can I do? Like I told him, I’m tired of being his beck and call girl, though the sex was incredible.” Before Megan could respond, the long, low, rolling siren of a fire engine filled the otherwise quiet evening. Sinclair froze as it grew louder and louder. When red and white lights began to flash off the houses across the street and the siren slowly wound down, the women looked at one another. As one, they stood up and looked up and down the street for signs of smoke. Sinclair’s neighbors came to their windows or stepped outside to see what the excitement was all about. “Holy shit,” Megan said as the big, shiny red truck eased to a stop in front of Sinclair’s house. The back door of the cab opened and one man climbed down. He reached back inside and pulled something out before crossing Sinclair’s front yard with long, purposeful steps. As he approached, Sinclair was shocked to see he carried a bunch of daisies in one hand. He did not stop until he climbed the three steps to the porch and crossed to stand in front of Sinclair. He didn’t acknowledge Megan’s presence, which stunned Sinclair, as her best friend was a knockout. But Jackson had shocked her more than once by his appreciation for her Rubenesque curves. Before speaking, he leaned in and kissed her cheek. “Obviously I


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only have a minute, but I needed to see you. Here, these are for you,” he said as he offered her the flowers. Taking them, Sinclair noted the daisies were tied together with a red ribbon. He had remembered her favorite flower, something she had only mentioned once several months earlier. Looking up, she opened her mouth, but Jackson touched her mouth with his index finger to keep her from speaking. “You had your say earlier. Now it’s my turn.” He brushed the pad of his finger back and forth across her lips. She swallowed hard as her nipples beaded and her cunt clenched. She looked into his cobalt blue eyes and did not glance away as she did with everyone else. Then she nodded. “You were right. I’ve been an ass, but don’t want to lose you. Which is why I’m here in front of my crew and all your neighbors to have my say. If you’re agreeable, I’ll pick you up tomorrow night at eight. I have to work tomorrow night, but you can go with me. I’ll let you ask me anything you want. Maybe we’ll even get a chance to play,” he said, using their code word for sex. He raised his eyebrows and gave her the smile that said they would definitely be playing at some point, which was fine with her. Sinclair nodded. “I’d like that.” “Oh, here,” he said, handing her a folded piece of paper he pulled from his pocket. “This is for you, too.” Sinclair took the paper, but before she could open it to read the contents, Jackson slid a hand under her jaw and lifted her head so she looked up at him. He leaned down and gave her a long, lingering kiss that made Sinclair cream her panties again. When he pulled away and brushed the back of two fingers down her cheek, he had the seriously aroused look she’d seen before which turned her on even more. “Wear your black dress the way I like best.” Sinclair’s eyes widened in surprise when she realized he wanted her to wear her little black dress without anything underneath it. Sure she’d worn it like that before, but never out in public.

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Knowing he was waiting for an answer, she nodded and whispered, “Be safe,” as she always did. “Keep your doors locked until tomorrow night,” he said in return before he turned and headed down the porch steps. It wasn’t until the truck drove out of sight that Sinclair looked at the paper in her hand again. Opening it, she began to giggle. “What is it?” Megan asked before taking a sip of her wine. “It’s his address and phone number.”


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Chapter 3 Sinclair stared in the full-length mirror as she turned right then left. The little black dress hung on her body beautifully, camouflaging her thick waist and hips, but there was no way she could go out in public without a bra. The spaghetti straps and deep V of the dress needed the black sports bra she normally wore with it. It didn’t matter how much she wanted Jackson’s approval, she could not leave the house with her more-than-generous breasts unsupported. Glancing at the clock she had just enough time to change. Pulling the dress over her head, she quickly pulled on the bra and then the dress again. She was slipping on gold sandals when she heard the front door open. “Hello,” Jackson called. “Come on in,” she returned as she left her bedroom. Her stomach clenched with nerves at what the next few minutes would hold. Would Jackson turn and walk away because she’d worn a bra? Max raced past her, growling as his nails clicked on the hardwood floors, scrambling for hold. When he reached the living room and saw the intruder, his bark turned excited and happy in greeting. By the time she joined them, Max was on his back, squirming in delight as Jackson rubbed his belly. “Hello,” she said, stopping as soon as she saw him. She tried not to drool as he stood and turned his attention to her. He wore black leather pants and a vest without a shirt, showing off his eight-pack of abs and sleekly muscled arms. He met her gaze, then raised one hand and made a circular motion

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as he slowly crossed the small living room toward her. “You look beautiful, sunshine, but you’re wearing too many clothes.” He reached out with one finger and touched the pad to her chin, then traced a line down her neck and chest until he reached the edge of the bra. Then he bent his finger and with the back of the digit slid down further, his finger moving back and forth to brush against the side of both breasts and her chest. As always just that small touch wound her up, made her want to throw herself into his arms and beg for consolation. “Why?” Sinclair dropped her head until her chin rested on her chest. “I just couldn’t,” she said softly as she blinked several times to keep her tears under control. She was tempted to run and hide, but could not move away from the finger that still brushed against her skin. When Jackson pulled his finger away the loss pricked at her heart. Her breath caught when instead it came up and touched just underneath her chin and lifted her face until she looked up and met those deep blue eyes. That he looked curious and not disappointed gave her hope that he wouldn’t walk away quite yet. “Why not?” he asked gently. Sinclair looked at him, not believing that he didn’t see it. But that was one of the things that had attracted her about Jackson. He really didn’t see, or care about, the extra pounds she carried. “I don’t go out without a bra. I can’t.” “Why not?” he frowned slightly, still not understanding. Sinclair swallowed hard while trying to find the words to explain. “My body isn’t young and perky anymore,” she finally said. Jackson blinked, and his frown eased, but only marginally. As he considered her words, his gaze dropped to her chest and his finger again dropped to trace the bare skin just at the edge of her bra. “We’ve talked about being bold and having confidence, remember? While people will look at you, they won’t care whether or


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not you have a bra on. I’d never do anything to embarrass you, and I’d really like you to go without it tonight.” His tone, combined with the sexual heat from his eyes, melted her resistance. She nodded and took a step back, intending to return to her bedroom and make the change. “No, sunshine. Take it off here. I want to say hello to your pretty girls,” he said with a sexy grin. Sinclair returned his grin as he reached for the hem of her dress. She took a deep breath as he pulled it over her head then turned it right side out again. She pulled off the elastic sports bra and dropped it on the coffee table, leaving her standing before him wearing only her sandals. Her nipples beaded as the cool air touched them and her pussy overflowed with her arousal. Looking down she saw the front of Jackson’s jeans bulging with his growing erection. “Mmmm, now that’s a pretty sight,” Jackson said softly. Instead of handing her dress back to her, Jackson tossed it on the coffee table where it landed on the bra. Lifting both hands, he cupped her breasts and lifted them gently. After kissing her lips, he bent to her left breast. He traced a circle around her erect nipple before sucking it into his lips and kissing it as well. “Hello, girls,” he murmured. Then he turned to her right breast and repeated the greeting. As he suckled he slid one palm up the inside of her thigh to cup her pussy. He pushed one fingertip into her cunt to the first joint and wiggled it back and forth. Sinclair’s hand lifted to stab through his soft black hair as she moaned with her quickly building arousal. While tempted to drag him down the hall to her bed, she couldn’t. There wasn’t enough time for what she wanted to do to him. Taking a step back, she pulled from his grasp and picked up her dress. “Aren’t you going to be late for work?” she said as she slipped it on and smoothed it into place. “Yeah, but they’re used to it by now. I’d like you to wear this tonight.” He pulled out a long, thin red leather strap. “It’s for your

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protection.” “It looks like a dog collar,” she said, then his words sunk in. “My protection? Where are you taking me?” She lifted her hair out of the way so he could wrap the leather around her neck and buckle it in place. “Remember our conversation about sex clubs and what might or might not go on inside one?” “Uh-huh.” Sinclair thought back and tried to remember exactly what was said, but couldn’t. “I work as a bartender at Club Esoteria,” he said as if that explained everything. “Okay, so what does that have to do with a dog collar and not wearing a bra?” Jackson chuckled as he stepped in and gave her a hug. “For a smart, sexy, creative woman sometimes you are so refreshingly innocent. Club Esoteria is a BDSM club, and we’re going to spend the evening there. This collar signifies that you are under my control and protection and not up to play with just anyone without my consent.” “Someone might want to play sex games with me?” Sinclair looked up at him, wide-eyed and shocked. “Oh, yeah, more than a few I’d venture to guess. But you’re my sunshine and I’m not known for sharing,” he said, pulling back and looking at her. “So do you still want to go out with me tonight? I promise that nothing will happen that you don’t want, and if you come, I’ll answer any questions you have about me and my life.” Though nerves shimmered through her to knot her stomach, Sinclair found she really did want to go. She wanted to spend time with Jackson and learn more about him, but at the same time she found herself curious about this club where he worked. Looking into eyes that looked hesitant, she nodded. That small action earned her a grin, another quick kiss and a gentle tweak to one nipple. Picking up her purse and keys from the small table by the front door, she asked, “And if I want to play with you?”


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Jackson reached around her and opened the door. “I’m sure we can work something out, but only if you really want to.” **** By the time Jackson turned into the driveway and casually waved at the two men in black suits guarding the entrance to the large fenced parking lot, Sinclair wondered if she was going to be sick before or after she climbed out of his pickup truck. The butterflies in her stomach had consumed a triple espresso and were wearing steel-toed hiking boots as they danced an enthusiastic polka in her stomach. She sat frozen even after he had parked, turned off the engine and pulled the keys from the ignition. Could she go through with this? Sure she’d read about this kind of sex play in books, but did she really want to experience it herself? “Sinclair? Sunshine, are you okay?” The touch of a warm hand against her cheek brought her back to the here and now. Turning only her head, she blinked and looked into his concerned face. Nodding, she said, “Uh-huh.” “A couple of things before we go inside. When you speak to me you need to call me Sir or Master Jackson. Do not speak to anyone else and do not look anyone in the eye. It might get you into more trouble than you want tonight.” “Are you really into whips and chains and pain?” she asked softly, hesitantly, looking down as she fumbled to unfasten her seat belt. “I’m a bartender, and this is a job. Sure my horizons have expanded well beyond what they were when I took this job, but don’t worry. I’m not going to tie you down and beat you bloody. I’d rather torture you in other, more pleasurable ways.” Sliding his hand down her chest, he tweaked her left nipple and then her right. Sinclair moaned softly and arched into his touch as the slight pain shot through her straight to her pussy. Long before she was ready, he pulled away. “Come on, sunshine.

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I want you to meet my bosses and their subs before we open,” Jackson said as he opened his door and got out. Sinclair climbed out and was closing the door as Jackson rounded the back of the truck. “They won’t be mad you brought me, will they? I don’t want to get you in trouble,” she said as he took her hand and they headed across the parking lot toward the club. “No, they won’t be mad. They’ll probably be amazed that you’re a real person and not a figment of my imagination.” “You told them about me?” “I had to tell them something when they started bugging me about why I didn’t play at the club. I told them that my sunshine wasn’t the type who shared.” “Oh, okay,” Sinclair said, turning her attention to the building they were approaching. Looking around, she found the parking lot was hidden from street view by azalea bushes and dogwood trees. The large lot that was empty except for Jackson’s truck and three cars parked nearest to the road. The building was a turn-of-the-century four-story brick warehouse that looked much like any of the other older warehouses in town. This one had been renovated with new windows and the bricks painted a medium tan instead of brick red. She was surprised there was no sign posted anywhere announcing to the world what kind of business this building housed. In fact there were no signs of any kind, except she had noticed as they drove in the mailbox had the words “Club Esoteria” and the street address painted in a rather bland script. At the front door Jackson stopped and turned to look down at her. “Remember what I said?” “Call you Sir or Master Jackson, don’t talk to anyone, and don’t look anyone in the face,” Sinclair repeated after swallowing hard. Jackson nodded. “Good girl. Oh, and stay close to the bar. I don’t want anyone stealing my beck and call girl from me,” he said with a


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chuckle and an exaggerated lifting of his eyebrows as he pulled one of the doors open. “Yes, Sir, Master Jackson, Sir,” Sinclair snarked, earning herself a sharp pat on the ass as she walked past him through the door. “Sweetheart, you’ve read Tymber Dalton’s books. Some of these people would demand you tied and whipped for that kind of back talk,” he corrected gently. Once in the entryway, Jackson stopped her again. “Give me your shoes.” “I don’t think they’ll fit you,” she snarked. “Sunshine,” he murmured. Looking up at the dark tone of warning in his voice, she found he was serious. The carefree, always-upbeat, and joking man had taken a step back and he now looked as she imagined him at a fire—intense, focused, and totally serious. In the blink of an eye she understood. This was not one of the “imagine if” games they played late at night while he was on shift. This was a look at a lifestyle that other people lived to varying degrees. Sinclair nodded. After taking off her shoes, she handed them to him and dropped her focus to his chest, hoping to appear as submissive as she felt at that moment. For a brief second she wondered what else she would learn during this foray to the darker side of sex and how far Jackson would want to take this. Once he had stowed her shoes in a basket and slid the key in his pocket, he turned and held out one hand to her while gesturing toward the double doors that led into the club with the other. “So, sunshine, are you ready to take a walk on the wild side?” **** Jackson felt the tiny tremor in her hand just before Sinclair nodded. Her eyes were wide, and she looked scared but at the same

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time intrigued by what lay ahead of them. If she only knew that he hoped they would have enough time to explore at least one of the scenarios they’d talked about over the last few months. If he had a choice, he knew exactly which one he wanted to play out over the next few hours. He only hoped the evening didn’t end with Sinclair running from the club, vowing never to speak to him again.


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Chapter 4 The bar was empty when they entered. Jackson lifted their joined hands to his lips and brushed a kiss over her knuckles before he released her. “Go take a look around while I set up the bar. Bring back your questions, and if I can’t answer them I’m sure someone else can.” Sinclair nodded and looked around. “You won’t leave me alone, will you?” “Sunshine, there’s no one here but the two of us. Go on and look around. Then come to the bar and we’ll test your submissiveness,” he said with a hot, sexy grin that sent shivers down her spine. “Okay,” she said then corrected herself before he could frown at her. “Yes, Sir.” “Good girl.” With that, he turned and headed to the center of the room where a large oval bar stood. Sinclair stood where he’d left her and just took in the room. The main room was nearly as big as the entire building. In the back corner there was a raised stage area, and around the area were several alcoves with leather couches and chairs half-hidden behind plants separated by narrow walls. Interspersed between these conversation areas were stations with wood and leather equipment that both terrified and intrigued Sinclair as to how each was used. After a quick circuit around the room, she headed to where Jackson wheeled several cases of beer on a dolly behind the bar. She stayed outside the bar, but as close as she could to Jackson. “So, what do you think?” Jackson asked. “It looks like a very interesting place,” she said, wincing when she

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heard the tremor of fear in her voice. “Come here, sunshine.” Jackson stepped to one corner of the bar and lifted a piece of the countertop so she didn’t have to duck under it. “Am I allowed back there?” “Your master is telling you to get your ass behind this bar. I have a problem you need to deal with so I can work without hurting myself.” Jackson’s free hand dropped to cup the impressive bulge filling the front of his leathers. Sinclair looked around the room before stepping up so only a millimeter’s space separated them. Then she canted her hips forward to press against his erection while grinning up at him. “So, Master, what would you like me to do to deal with your problem?” she purred in a soft voice. Her breathing caught when he lifted his hands and took an ass cheek in each hand. He held her hips still and pulled her even tighter against him. Lowering his head, he kissed her hard and deep. As his tongue delved deep into her mouth to tangle with her own, his hands traveled up and around her sides and took her erect nipples between index fingers and thumbs. She moaned into his mouth and pressed forward even more, hoping she didn’t push him off balance. She made a whining sound as he pulled his lips from her and straightened to his full height. “On your knees, sunshine. I think you need a little protein snack,” he ordered gently with a hot, teasing smile. “Mmmm, yes, Sir,” she said, forcing herself to take a half step back, then kneel. By the time she was on her knees, Jackson had the front of his leathers undone and shoved down. His long, thick cock pointed straight out from the thatch of curly hair at his groin. Sinclair licked her lips as a drop of pearly fluid formed at his slit. Before she could part her lips and take him in, he raised her face to look up his long, hard body. “If you can get yourself off, do it.


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Otherwise you’ll be all wound up for the next couple of hours until I can take a break.” “Yes, Sir.” She nodded then returned her attention to his cock. The shaft was ivory with blue and purple veins tracing its length. She extended her tongue and swiped the tip of it across his slit. The drops of fluid flashed across her tongue, the tangy-tart taste making her hungry for more. As she parted her lips, hands brushed at her shoulders. Then she felt the dress’s spaghetti straps slide off her shoulders to come to rest at her elbows. Leaning forward, she exhaled over the head of his cock and wrapped one hand gently around the base. She heard Jackson suck in a breath and smiled as she closed her lips around him just behind the glans. Swirling her lips, she bathed the head, savoring the soft feel of the spongy flesh against her tongue. She slowly pressed forward, taking him deeper and deeper until he hit the back of her throat. Then she swallowed, her tongue massaging his thick length. Then she backed off, sucking gently until she held just the head once again. It felt so good to hold him and know that this would not be the end of their evening, but the beginning. When Jackson groaned and lifted his hands to cup the back of her head, Sinclair decided she must have done something right. Feeling bolder by the approval, she repeated the action moving just as slowly. “Sunshine,” he groaned as his fingers slid through her hair to wrap around the back of her skull. “Not that I don’t love this but if you don’t hurry up you’ll be performing before an audience.” Opening her eyes, Sinclair looked up to see him staring down at her, his eyelids heavy and jaw muscles tight with need. She winked at him as she began to suck at him in earnest. Fighting to keep her own eyes open and locked on his, she took him as deep as she could, then began to stroke the length that wouldn’t fit in her mouth with her hand. “Play with yourself,” he instructed as his hips began to shift back and forth in counterpoint to her movements.

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Spreading her knees a little wider, her free hand drifted between her knees and up under her dress. She trailed several fingers up her inner leg to the juncture of her thighs and slipped her forefinger between the puffy lips to her knotted clit. She pulled a breath through her nose as heat shimmered out from her clit. She bobbed on the cock in her mouth faster and faster, sucking harder and harder as her finger pressed around her pleasure center in circles, sending her closer and closer to an orgasm. Her focus narrowed to pleasuring the cock in her mouth and keeping the finger on her clit moving. Nothing else mattered. “Sunshine, gonna,” Jackson growled. With that she forgot about her own pleasure and focused solely on his. Her hand left her clit and lifted to slide under his pants to wrap around one thick, muscular thigh. One of the things she loved about Jackson was he enjoyed her touching him as much as she craved rubbing her hands over his skin. She sucked harder and moved her head with him as his hips flashed forward in several short thrusts. He cried out as his fingers tightened on the back of her head and his fluids jetted across her tongue. She swallowed several times, then worried she might hurt him as her jaw tightened further on his shaft. When his cock stopped pulsing and he began to soften against her tongue, she gently licked him clean before pulling off and sitting back on her heels. Looking up, she wasn’t sure what to expect, but it certainly wasn’t four faces staring over the bar at her. Her eyes widened as she met each set of eyes of the two men and two women. Then she remembered what Jackson said about people in the eye and dropped her head to stare at his boots instead. Her face burned with embarrassment as she fisted her hands in her lap to keep from jumping up and running. The orgasm that had been so close melted away like ice under a summer sun. “Is that a new bar fixture, Jackson?” one of the men said. He didn’t sound angry. He sounded almost amused.


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“I didn’t approve anything new,” one of the women replied. Her voice sounded tight, as if she was choking on suppressed laughter. “And Jackson doesn’t look like he’ll be sharing her anytime soon.” “Can you give us a few minutes? Then I’ll introduce you to my sunshine,” Jackson said. Sinclair felt more than heard the two couples as they moved away as Jackson pulled his fingers from her hair then took a step back. She didn’t move as he adjusted and refastened his leathers. She couldn’t. Shock that someone had witnessed what she had just done held her frozen. And not just one someone, but four. And they were obviously people that Jackson knew, and knew well. She flinched when fingers touched her shoulders. “Sunshine? You okay?” She swallowed hard and took a deep breath before nodding. “Just embarrassed,” she whispered. “No need to be embarrassed, they’re friends. And you’ll be seeing a lot more than that tonight. Now come on, I want you to meet my friends.” Jackson extended a hand to her then waited until she took it. Once she was standing, he leaned down 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

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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.


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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 back from her face in a braid that trailed over one shoulder to just brush her breast. She was pretty, and looked as innocent as Sinclair felt. After meeting her eyes for a few seconds, the other woman turned and whispered into her Master’s ear. He glanced at Sinclair and then nodded. “Jackson, my little mouse was wondering if it would be all right if she and Gentry showed Sinclair around. They can answer any questions she has and try to keep her out of trouble.” Jackson turned her head so she looked deep into his eyes. “That okay with you, sunshine? I’ll be at the bar in case anything happens.” “But I thought you were going to answer my questions?” “I will, but for the first hour or so after opening I’ll be up to my ass in alligators. Once things settle down you’ll be able to ask all the questions you want,” he said as he ran a hand up her arm and over her

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shoulder to slide around to the back of her skull. “And later on we’ll go upstairs and see about easing that tension of yours and expanding both our horizons a little further.” Sinclair blinked before nodding. “Yes, Sir.” “Be careful, Jackson. Don’t want anyone to think you’ve gone soft for a sub,” Taurus said, causing everyone else to chuckle at what sounded like an inside joke. Sinclair didn’t get it, but didn’t ask to be let in on what was funny. She just added it to her list of questions to be asked later in the evening. Jackson patted one ass cheek as he shifted beneath her. “Up sunshine. I’ve got to go to work.” She climbed from his lap and watched as the other submissive woman did the same. Once the three dominants walked away, the three submissives stood in the space between the chairs and formed a smaller triangle. “I’m Gentry Michaels, and this is Whitney Elliott.” The golden man introduced himself and the black-haired woman. “Sinclair Malone, but you already knew that,” she said. She felt out of her depth with these people who could tell just by looking at her that she was a fraud. While good sense poked at her to not get too involved with these people she might never see again, she wondered if they could shine any light on the deep, dark mystery that was Jackson Matthews.


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Chapter 5 Though his hands were busy filling drink orders, Jackson kept close track of Sinclair. He wasn’t worried that she’d leave without a word. He was nervous that what she saw tonight might overwhelm her. Thankfully, Whitney and Gentry never left her side as their dominants attended to the business of opening the club for the evening. Once the crowd asking for drinks thinned and he could breathe again, Jackson looked for his woman, but didn’t see her. “Taurus, you see our girls?” he asked, trying to sound casual. When his boss smirked at him, he knew he’d failed miserably. His gut began to knot as Taurus scanned the room. After turning a complete circle with the negative results Taurus said, “They’re probably in the restroom. So what’s her story? You’ve never talked about any woman before, not even your ex. She someone new?” Jackson found himself shaking his head. “Been seeing her about six months, but with my schedule…” Jackson shrugged as if that explained everything. “That’s a hell of a sorry excuse,” Jenna interrupted as she slipped onto a barstool. “Pardon me?” Jackson filled a glass with ginger ale and set it on a napkin before the Domme. “You heard me. If you love that girl, you need to tell her. If not, you need to let her go so she can find love elsewhere,” Jenna said then looked over her shoulder and met Gentry’s eyes. Immediately her slave/mate rose and crossed the room, stopping

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and dropping his head when he reached her side. “Yes, Mistress?” “Where are Sinclair and Whitney?” Gentry looked toward the back of the room then nodded in that direction. “They went to the ladies,” he said. Jackson looked to the short hallway that led to the restrooms and waited until the two women appeared. When Sinclair looked up and met his eyes, he lifted one hand and made a “come here” gesture with two fingers. She turned and said something to Whitney, and the two women headed in his direction. As she crossed the room, his cock got hard just watching her walk. Damn, he loved her curves. By the time she reached the bar his cock was hard. He needed to take her somewhere private and play for a bit. She looked stressed and he needed to make sure she was okay with the evening so far. But where? The stockroom? Or maybe the garden out back? “Yes?” she asked once she had reached the bar. Whitney and Gentry gasped in shock. Jackson raised one eyebrow at both her question and her snarky tone. He fought back a grin as her eyes widened when she realized her faux pas. “I’m sorry. Yes, Sir?” Jackson met her gray-green eyes and saw her arousal. His own sexual hunger responded until his cock throbbed behind the unforgiving leather of his pants. “Taurus, I’m taking ten to show sunshine the garden.” “Okay, but if you’re not back in twenty I’m clocking you out for the night.” Jackson nodded and reached under the bar to grab a kitchen timer. After setting it for ten minutes he showed it to his boss, who chuckled and then ducked under the bar. Taking Sinclair’s hand, he quickmarched back the way she’d just come. ****


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Sinclair had to jog to keep up with the fast-moving man, but she didn’t fight as he pulled her along in his wake. She wondered where they were going, but didn’t ask as they passed the restrooms and continued to the end of the short hall. Finally, he turned and pushed through a door on the other side of the hall. She had just enough time to realize they’d entered what looked like an elevator lobby before they were through another door and outside. “Shit, gravel,” Jackson muttered. Turning he bent and put his shoulder in her middle before straightening. “Jackson!” Sinclair cried softly when she found herself over one shoulder with the back of her dress flipped over, exposing her bare ass to anyone who might be around. She grabbed at his waist, hoping she wouldn’t slide off his broad shoulder. “Shhh, sunshine. I’ve done this dozens of times. Relax, you’re in good hands.” She tensed even further when he started walking. When one hand came up and patted an ass cheek, she jumped. She froze when the large, hard hand slid down the crack of her ass and between her thighs to diddle at the entrance to her cunt. “Sunshine, your pussy’s all wet,” he said, sounding pleased and not at all surprised. Sinclair moaned as he slid two fingers deep into her cunt then twisted them back and forth. The arousal that had ebbed and flowed during the evening flared to a new height with that touch. “More, I need more. Please, Jackson.” “Shhh, I know you’re hurting, baby girl. A few more minutes and we’ll see about relaxing some of that tension away,” Jackson assured her. She squeezed her thigh muscles, causing her labia to gently massage her clit, but it still wasn’t enough. When Jackson stopped, a high, whining sound almost drowned out a series of electronic beeps. It wasn’t until he began walking again that she realized the whining

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came from her. She tried to look around, but found it was easier to just close her eyes and let Jackson take her where he would. She trusted him. He always took very good care of her, at least whenever he was around. A moment later he carried her up several steps and he walked across a platform. She sucked a breath when he pulled his fingers from her core, then squealed as her bare ass came into contact with what she realized a moment later was a table. “Problem?” he asked with a cocky grin. He straightened, then lifted her legs until she lay back on the table, her ass right at the edge. “This table is cold.” He chuckled as he flipped the hem of her dress up and bared her from the waist down. “Don’t worry about it, sunshine. In a few minutes you won’t care that you’re sitting on a table.” He pushed her knees to her chest then lifted her arms and wrapped them around her legs. “Hold those just like that, sunshine,” he ordered gently as he pushed a chair out his way. Lifting her head from the table, she looked down her body and watched as Jackson lowered himself so his face was even with the top of the table. All she could see was the top of his head and eyes over her belly. His eyes met hers, and he winked. Sinclair sucked a breath as Jackson licked at the skin just below her pussy. His mustache brushed over her entrance. Fire shot to both clit and nipples as he then breathed against her clit. She moaned when his tongue slowly traveled up her channel, pressing between the thick, swollen lips of her labia. She gasped when the tip circled around and around her knotted-up clit. A moment later, fingers slid into her cunt. “More,” Sinclair moaned. Releasing her hold on her legs, she tried to reach down and touch the man between her legs. But he was well out of reach below the table.


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Instead, Jackson pulled lifted his head where his tongue circled her clit without actually touching it. “Play with your tits, sunshine,” he ordered, his voice low and deep. Without thinking, her fingers went to her tits and began to roll her hard, fleshy nipples. Her touch was rough and she cried out as lightning streaked through her body. She began to pant as she fought to remain in control, to keep from coming. “No, sunshine, don’t fight it. Come for me. Let it loose.” With that she felt his lips surround her clit and pull hard. She cried out as her orgasm slammed through her. Her belly muscles tightened, drawing her head up from the table as she panted and tried to fight it off. She whined when Jackson pulled his mouth from her clit and his fingers from her cunt. When the thick, blunt head of his cock nudged at her entrance, her eyes opened and she looked down her body. She began to pant again as Jackson slid his long, thick length gently into her overflowing cunt. She moaned her approval as he filled her. They fit so well together. He met her gaze and smiled. “Feels so good,” he murmured as his hands wrapped around her hips to hold her still. “This is going to be fast and hard. Later tonight we’ll do slow and easy.” Sinclair felt her eyes go wide. Later? They’d never had sex more than once every couple of weeks, and he was talking twice in one night after she’d already sucked him off? Had her temper tantrum the day before really changed him that much? Or was it their surroundings that turned him on so much? “Go for it,” she murmured with a grin she hoped looked as sexy as he made her feel. “Pound me into the table.” Jackson began to thrust deep then retreated, each stroke hard and fast. He then leaned forward and kissed the skin between her breasts, his heavy-lidded blue eyes gazing deep into hers. “You stopped playing with your tits.” Sinclair grabbed for her tits as he continued pounding into her.

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Her orgasm swelled and rolled over her once again and she tightened around the cock filling her. Three short strokes later, Jackson grunted and pushed even deeper, once, twice, and the third time before holding still. She felt his cock jerk inside her, then flood her cunt with additional heat as he came. He relaxed over her, resting his forehead on her chest. She wrapped her arms around the back of his head to keep him close as they settled. She jumped when a loud pinging cut through the silence of the garden. “Damn,” Jackson swore softly as he pulled from her and straightened. “I’ve got to get back to work.” Sinclair watched as he straightened and grabbed a white bar towel which he used to gently clean them both up before he pulled his leathers back into place. She’d barely caught her breath and he was already dressed and fully functioning. “How do you do that?” she asked as she sat up and brushed her dress down her body. “Do what?” he asked. “I can barely move and I’m not sure my knees will hold me if I try to stand, and you look like you’re ready to run a marathon. How do you do that?” Jackson looked startled by the question then shrugged. “I’ve been a firefighter a long time. Dressing fast is part of the job. Come on, Taurus is probably swamped.” He swung her up into his arms and carried her back the way they’d come. This time Sinclair had a chance for a quick look around and found they were in the middle of an enclosed garden. It was beautiful in the dim light provided by the waning moon overhead and the white twinkle lights that were strung everywhere. The tall wooden fence surrounding the enchanted area was barely visible behind the bushes, flowers, and trellises covered with tomatoes, roses, and other plants. Stone walkways led between beds filled with more flowers and


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Chapter 6 Ten minutes later, Sinclair slipped onto an empty bar stool and folded her hands in her lap. She wasn’t sure what she was allowed to look at, so she stared at the clean, shiny bar. A moment later a bottle of water slid into the center of her view. Lifting her gaze, she found herself trapped once again in Jackson’s deep blue eyes. “Thanks,” she said. “You okay?” he asked as he twisted the top off. When she nodded, he lifted an eyebrow as if to challenge her answer. “I was afraid you might have snuck back out the back door. I was about to come check on you.” “Sorry, I was making a list,” Sinclair said as she placed a crumpled napkin on the bar, then smoothed it flat. “A list?” “Of major topics I wanted to ask you about.” “Okay, but I have the option of whether or not to answer.” Sinclair huffed a breath. “Now how am I supposed to get to know you if you won’t answer my questions? I’ve always answered your questions,” she pointed out, trying not to sound whiney. Jackson’s expression went blank for a moment as he thought about her words. Then he nodded slowly. “You’re right, but if it has the potential to hurt someone else, I will not answer. That’s as good as I can offer.” Sinclair nodded. “That’s fine. Thank you, Sir.” ****


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Two hours later, Jackson felt as if he was walking around emotionally naked. Sinclair proved to be a thoughtful, insightful interrogator. She also proved to be curious about more than just his life. Her questions about life as a fireman and a carpenter, which he admitted was his third job, proved she was curious about everything. Of all her questions, the only ones he refused to answer dealt directly with his ex-wife. Finally, he’d had enough. Learning how her mind work turned him on as much as her body. Hell, everything about this woman flipped his switch. Leaning over the counter, he looked deep in her eyes and said, “Go find an uncollared male sub with a talented mouth.” Only then did he wonder if she would be able to deal with what he had planned for the rest of the evening or if she’d turn him down and run. He watched as Sinclair swallowed hard. She then licked at her lips, her eyes growing wide as she turned over his words. When her face flushed a pretty pink, he knew she remembered their last conversation a month ago where they’d discussed playing with another man. She surprised him when she didn’t refuse but leaned forward and whispered, “How do I do that?” “Ask them.” Jackson looked at his watch. “You have five minutes. Starting now.” She didn’t respond. She looked around and then turned back. “Where should I look, Sir?” “I’ll show you,” Whitney offered then glanced at Master Taurus. “You may show her, but you will not participate in the conversation,” he ordered. “Yes, Master.” **** Sinclair followed Whitney away from the bar and toward an

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alcove where a group of people talked quietly. There were a half dozen females and four men. All were dressed in scanty, sexy clothes that made her feel overdressed. All were barefoot, and none wore collars. Her stomach had knotted up with nerves as soon as the first couples came into the club and started playing. It now cramped even tighter. For a few seconds she wondered if she would throw up before she completed this errand she’d been sent on. She remembered how excited Jackson had become when they both agreed that a threesome would definitely push the boundaries of their experiences, but might be interesting to try, if the right person came along. That was also when she’d admitted that she wasn’t sure she could handle another woman, as she wasn’t sure she could share him. She also remembered his description of how he and another man would share her until she was completely boneless. “How do I do this?” she asked softly, hoping Whitney heard her once they were well away from the bar. “If it was me, I would say something like, ‘my Master wants to know which of you has a talented tongue,’” Whitney returned just as quietly. “Oh my God, can I really do this?” Whitney touched her arm. “This is your first foray into the lifestyle. I’ve found that I can do anything Taurus tells me to do, as long as I know he’ll be there with me. Of course he’s never sent me to find another man. Just remember that Master Jackson has never taken another sub and he’s never talked about anyone. Ever.” Sinclair looked into the other woman’s eyes and saw sympathy. “Thanks, I think. But I’m not sure what he’s trying to accomplish with this. Is he trying to scare me off? Or fulfill a shared fantasy?” “That’s something only you and he can answer,” Whitney said as they entered the unspoken single submissives’ territory. “Hi, Whitney, who’s your friend?” a blonde dressed in a barelythere black lace string bikini asked.


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“This is Sinclair, and she has a question for the uncollared male submissives.” Sinclair bit her lip as she nodded in response to greetings. “So, what’s your question, honey?” The question came from a huge, overly-muscled Latino male wearing only a pair of black knit short-shorts that drew the eye to an impressive bulge at the apex of his thighs. He made Jackson look like a wimp. He also did not look like a submissive so she turned her attention to the other men. Two of other three were dressed similarly and were equally large and muscled. Balling up her hands, she swallowed hard in an attempt to keep from being sick. Then she swallowed again before looking over her shoulder toward the bar. Jackson was staring at her, his expression strangely blank. Turning back, she cleared her throat and decided to go with Whitney’s suggestion. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to speak slowly and clearly. “My Master wishes to know which of you has a talented tongue.” The men blinked and looked at one another before looking at her again. “And just who is your Master, sweetness?” This question came from the smallest of the four, though he was still several inches taller than she was. He wore torn blue jeans shorts that looked like a stiff wind would rip them from his body. Of the four, he was the least intimidating, even though he probably knew more than her and Jackson combined. Looking into his eyes, she saw a gentleness there that the other men didn’t have. If she had to choose, this was the man she wanted sharing her body. “Master Jackson.” As if one mind directed them, the four men looked toward the bar. A moment later they glanced at her before huddling for a whispered conversation. Sinclair could feel the seconds ticking past way too fast. She

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wanted to scream for them to hurry up so she didn’t get in trouble for taking too long, but that wouldn’t go over well either. A drop of sweat ran down the back of her head under her hair. Lifting one hand, she rubbed at her stomach where the pain cramped the worst. Finally the huddle broke up, and the four turned to smile down at her. Latin man took the lead. “We’re all equally talented, so you’ll have to choose which man you want.” Oh, shit. Shit, shit, fuck, damn, damn, shit. Her face glowing red, Sinclair met each man’s eyes before making her choice. “You,” she said, holding a hand out. **** Jackson watched as Sinclair approached the four uncollared males and felt something hot and painful stab through his chest near the area of his heart. It took every ounce of strength to keep from jumping over the bar and racing after her to stop her. All at once, he wasn’t sure if he would be able to go through with the scene he’d been imagining for more than a month. They hadn’t spent time alone in weeks, and now that they could, he wanted to bring another man into their relationship. What was he, completely insane? All he wanted was to get his beautiful sunshine alone and naked. He didn’t need any help in putting a smile on his woman’s face. Jenna watched him and leaned over the bar. “Blank your expression,” she ordered softly. “What?” “Relax your face. Blank your expression. Do not let her see you frowning. If she does she’s going to freak. If you really want to go through with this you have to get in control of yourself and this situation. Blank your expression.”


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Jackson nodded and concentrated on relaxing all the muscles of his face. Just as he did, Sinclair glanced over her shoulder at him. She looked scared and lost, but he did not call her back. He couldn’t. He was the dominant and wanted her to have this new experience that had turned them both on the few times they’d talked about it. A long few seconds later she turned back to the men. He took a deep breath and kept his expression passive as the men lifted their heads to look in his direction. They then huddled and talked amongst themselves before turning back to his woman. He had to grab the counter a moment later when she held out her hand to one of the men and he took it. “Feels like hell, doesn’t it?” Taurus asked. His tone was so low that even Jenna didn’t hear him. “What?” “Realizing you’ve fallen in love when you least expect.” Jackson shot his boss and friend a frown then walked over to the board that held the keys to the private playrooms on the second floor. “Boss, I hate to do this, but—” “You’re taking the rest of the night off,” Taurus finished his sentence. Jackson watched as Sinclair and her choice turned back in his direction. When he saw they were holding hands, he sucked a breath as another sharp pain shot through his chest. “I don’t know about the rest of the night, but I certainly won’t be back in fifteen minutes like I’m supposed to. I’ve got a woman who needs some serious attention.” “I’ve been there. Go on and enjoy. Mason can fill in,” Taurus said with an understanding chuckle before turning away to fill a drink order. As the two subs approached, Jackson saw Sinclair’s entire body was tight with tension. Didn’t she want this? Or was she going along with this because he’d asked it of her? Just how submissive was his sunshine? Looking in her eyes he saw heat and arousal, but also saw

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fear. The man whose hand she held was not the cause of either. He was. But what was she afraid of? As they approached, he stepped out from behind the bar, but moved no further. They stopped three feet away and the man dropped his head so his gaze was on Jackson’s feet and not his face. Sinclair tilted her head back so she met his gaze squarely. “Master, this is Toby and he says he has a talented mouth,” Sinclair said softly. Her voice was tight with tension. “Is that true, Toby?” Jackson took a step forward and lifted a hand to Sinclair’s shoulder. She flinched at his touch, but stilled as he slid his hand around the back of her neck. “Not to brag, Master J, but I’ve had no complaints so far.” Using the hand behind her neck, he pulled Sinclair toward him until her front was pressed full length against his. By the widening of her eyes, he knew she could feel the erection filling the front of his leathers. “Uh-huh. Go get two beers and a white wine while I talk to my girl.” “Yes, Sir.”


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play with the girls like we talked about?” “Mmmm, that sounds like a very good solution, sunshine. Thank you,” he said. He leaned down and licked his way past her lips and deep into her mouth in another of the mind-blanking French kisses he did so well. “Uh, no problem. Sir,” she managed as he hugged her tight. God, she loved his hugs. When he released her, it took a moment to find her balance. Once she did, she turned and found Toby had returned with two bottles of beer in one hand and a glass of white wine in the other. He stood with his head down, as a proper submissive should. “Very good, Toby. Now, the question for you is, would you be interested in helping me drive my girl completely out of her mind?” Toby lifted his head and looked from Jackson to Sinclair and back again. Then he smiled. “Yes, Master J, I’d like that very much.” “There’s only one condition,” Jackson said. “What happens in that room stays in that room. You will speak of this to no one. Ever.” Toby nodded. “Of course, Sir.” “Good. Sunshine, go up those stairs and wait for us at the top. I need to talk to Toby for just a minute,” Jackson said, pointing to the staircase in the corner that led to the second-floor balcony. Sunshine looked at him with wide eyes. After swallowing hard, she nodded. “Yes, Sir,” she said then turned and walked away, her hips swaying just enough to do enticing things under her soft, flowy dress. “You will not fuck her,” Jackson said, never taking his eyes off her retreating backside. “There’s a couple of things I want to try, if you’re willing to help.” “Anything you want, Sir.” “First off, you will not fuck her. We’ll start by playing with those luscious tits. You stay on your side. When I say ‘down,’ the line of demarcation changes from left and right to up and down. Your half will be below the waist.”


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“Which is why I needed to have a talented tongue,” Toby guessed. “Yep. Sunshine has a problem with letting down her barriers. Tonight we are not only going to lower them, we are going to blow the damn things up. There’s one other thing—at some point after we’ve got her wobbly and relaxed, I want you to pull her on top of you, head to tail. When she gets comfortable in that position I’ll tap your shoulder and I want you to wrap your arms around her middle and hold on tight. If you need to come, do so, but you’ll have to ask her where she wants it.” “Yes, Sir.” Once Jackson was certain that he and Toby were on the same page in regards to giving Sinclair a night she would never forget, they crossed the room and headed up the stairs to join her. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close to kiss her temple, then motioned Toby to follow. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a key. Glancing at the number on the fob, he guided her halfway down the walkway to the proper door and handed her the key. “Open it, sunshine,” he said as he stepped up behind her. He watched as Sinclair’s hand shook with nerves. Would she be able to go through with this? “Stop thinking so hard,” Jackson whispered. He parted her hair then brushed his mustache across the back of her neck as his hands came around to cup her breasts through her dress. **** Shivers of pure lust knocked all thought away. She leaned back against him when her knees threatened to give out. “Open the damn door or you’ll be getting the experience of sex with two men in front of an audience.” The dark-voiced threat sounded only half serious, but Sinclair wasn’t taking any chances. Taking a deep breath, which only pressed her tight swollen nipples deeper into his palms, she steadied her hand

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and after two more tries, finally slid the key into the lock and turned it. As soon as the door opened, Jackson pressed her forward inside. “Lock the door, Toby. Then get naked,” Jackson ordered. “Yes, Sir.” Sinclair watched with amazement as the other man put down their drinks and did exactly as he was told. Once his jeans were off, folded neatly, and laid on the dresser, he knelt near the door with his head bent forward to stare at the carpet two feet in front of his knees. She tried not to stare at his body, but the half-inflated cock that hung between his thighs was impressive. Not as big as Jackson’s, but still bigger than any other man she’d ever been with. His physique wasn’t as impressive as her man’s either, but he fit the bill of a goodlooking man who she might be able to relax around. If only she could relax around Master Jackson. “Sunshine?” Jackson asked. He stripped off his vest, then walked to a large club chair in the corner and sat down. She swallowed and thought about the correct response a second before answering. “Yes, Sir?” “Come here, babe.” Tearing her gaze away from the naked sub in the corner, Sinclair forced herself to cross the distance to the chair. She felt a bead of sweat roll down between her shoulder blades, though the room’s temperature actually felt cool. She stopped an arm’s length from the chair. “Take off your dress and then undress me.” Without taking his gaze from hers, he said, “Toby, you can relax. This is going to be different than the other scenes you’ve taken part in.” “Yes, Sir,” the man said. “Okay, sunshine. It’s your turn,” Jackson said. His sexy grin and the lift of one eyebrow challenged her, while the warm heat of his eyes gave her the confidence she needed. Without hesitation, she reached down and grabbed the skirt of her dress, pulled it over her head, and dropped it to the floor.


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Jackson’s eyes slowly dropped, taking in her overly-generous breasts and curves before looking past her. “What do you think, Toby? Isn’t my sunshine beautiful?” “She certainly is from this side, Sir,” the sub responded, sounding a little breathless. “Turn around and show Toby the whole package,” Jackson said, his voice deep and dark, sending shivers of renewed need through her. How could she be so turned on already? Turning slowly, Sinclair found the submissive sitting on the floor in the corner, his legs crossed and his hands folded in his lap, hiding his erection. “Oh, wow,” he said as his eyes traced up and down her body several times. “You’re gorgeous!” His words and expression of hunger went a long way to calm the nerves she hadn’t realized were jangling until now. “Uh, thank you,” she said, turning back to face Jackson. “Your foot, Sir?” It took a few minutes, but she strong-armed his boots off. He stood and she peeled his leathers down his legs and helped him step out of them. Then, still kneeling, she leaned forward and kissed the head of the cock that had become an addiction. He took a half step back out of her reach. “Ah ah,” he said, bending and sliding his arms under her arm and lifting her to her feet. “This is about making you crazy, not me. Toby, why don’t you bring the drinks and join us on the bed.” “Yes, Sir.” Once they were all sitting on the bed with Sinclair in the middle, Toby opened one of the beers and handed it to Jackson, then offered Sinclair the glass of wine. “I know you two aren’t into the lifestyle and seem to fit well together,” Toby said, then took a long drink from his beer, “and you seem really into one another.” He hesitated until they both nodded. “So why am I here?”

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Sinclair glanced at Jackson, who was staring at her as if asking, how much do you want him to know? She hitched one shoulder in response and turned her attention to her wine. Lacing his fingers through hers, Jackson lifted her hand and kissed the back before answering. “We’ve been talking about trying a threesome. But it needs to be a no-strings evening of playing with sunshine, enjoying her responses, and driving her completely out of her mind.” Toby nodded as he took another drink. “Sounds like fun. What are the boundaries?” “Your focus is on sunshine and sunshine only, and only with your talented mouth and hands. When I tell you to leave, you do so with all due haste. Those are my rules,” Jackson said. “Sunshine, do you have anything to add?” “I don’t think so,” she said, staring hard at her lap. “Do you have a safe word?” Toby asked. Sinclair shook her head. “Never needed one before.” “What’s a safe word?” Jackson asked. “Red is the club’s safe word. If anything hurts or is too much to deal with, either physically or emotionally, say ‘red’ and everything stops,” Toby explained. Jackson nodded. “Smart.” “A basic of the lifestyle,” Toby said. “But I think, given this unique situation, sunshine might need one as well. Is red okay, or do you want to come up with your own?” he asked Sinclair, then drained the last of his beer. “Red is fine.” “Okay, safe word is red. How do you want to start?” Sinclair looked at Toby then they both turned to Jackson. He smiled and her insides shivered at the devilish look in his eyes. “I think that while I sit here finishing my beer, you two should kiss and get better acquainted.” “You won’t mind?” Sinclair couldn’t help but ask.


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Jackson shook his head. “Babe, I think it would be damn sexy to watch you kiss him, then kiss me.” He then leaned in and kissed her long and deep. As soon as he released her, Toby leaned in and took his turn. “Close your eyes, sunshine,” Jackson whispered in her ear as Toby proved his claim true. “Relax. Let us love on you like you’ve never been loved before.” Sinclair opened her eyes and looked at him out of the corner of one eye. He looked so sexy and aroused as he watched Toby. The other man’s lips left hers and kissed across to her cheek to her ear. He traced the shell with the tip of his tongue before nibbling at the lobe. Her eyes closed when Jackson began kissing and nibbling his way across her opposite shoulder. Someone’s hand traced a spiraling pattern up her back and under her hair to caress the back of her neck. She moaned as the fire low in her belly began to rage. It burned away all thoughts of everything except enjoying what these two men were doing to her. Slowly, the men worked down her body, using hands and lips, teeth and tongues to arouse her even further. They helped her lay back and get comfortable on the bed even as they began to play with her tits and further down her body. Wrapping an arm around each man, she moaned as they lapped and nipped and suckled at her breasts. “More,” she breathed as her hips began to shift, wanting, needing, demanding their attention as well. Jackson chuckled, then said something. Though her befuddled brain could not process the word, it obviously meant something to Toby. He left her breast, then slowly worked his way down her body, kissing the freckles and tracing random patterns down her body until he reached her mons. When all touch stopped, she made a whining sound of denial and opened her eyes to find Jackson hovering over her. “Shhh, little one. We’ve not left you,” he assured her just before she wrapped one arm around his shoulders and pulled him down so

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she could kiss him. As he shifted and brushed his fur-covered chest over one breast, she felt hands gently pushing her thighs apart. Knowing what was coming, she pulled her legs wide then bent her knees and planted her feet on the bed. She wanted Toby to have full access to the hot, itchy area in between. Hot breath caressed her before a tongue licked from taint to entrance and all the way up to her clit then back down again. As he continued teasing and playing, Jackson eased away to lie down beside her. “Is he good?” his deep voice rumbled softly as one hand stroked across her body and plucked at her wet, swollen nipples. “Uh-huh,” Sinclair managed before Toby did something that sent her brain offline. Jackson shifted her so that she rested against his chest and he could play with both breasts as he watched with her. “Let go, sunshine. You’re safe, baby. Let go and I’ll take care of everything,” he murmured in her ear. Feeling like she’d run for hours, Sinclair began to pant as the orgasm gathered and demanded release. When Toby slid two fingers into her cunt, it exploded. She cried out as she grabbed Jackson’s arms, hoping his strength would keep her from completely flying away. She couldn’t fight the convulsions as her body fought for control. Jackson continued to play with her tits as she murmured wordless praises. Toby lapped at the juices flowing from her as if they were nectar from the gods. All Sinclair could do was try to relax and enjoy. The two men barely let her catch her breath before Jackson said something. He helped her roll to her side then snuggled in close behind her. Sinclair didn’t think she had the energy to hold her head, so she let them rearrange her as they would. “Sunshine, would you like to suck Toby’s cock?” “Mmmm, okay,” she murmured, opening her eyes and finding that


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the head of the offered cock was only inches from her lips. “But what about you?” Jackson leaned down and brushed his mustache up and down the side of her neck and across her shoulder, sending shivers of renewed want through her. It didn’t matter that she’d already come more tonight with this man than she ever had in her life—her body wanted more. “Don’t worry about me. I’m enjoying this as much as you are.” “I doubt that. Oooo,” Sinclair snarked, then sucked a breath as he licked over a particularly sensitive spot.

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Chapter 8 Jackson knew she didn’t believe him, but he spoke the truth. Seeing her pleasure filled his heart in a way he’d never felt before. Sure, his cock was hard and he couldn’t wait to join in the fun, but he also felt an intense contentment just sharing this experience with her. What surprised him was he was also feeling a burning envy that Toby had seen his woman naked and was touching her. Though he’d masterminded this shared fantasy, all he really wanted was to kick the submissive man out of the room so they could be alone. Soon, he assured himself, soon you’ll be alone and can tell her the truth. **** The need to please grew in Sinclair and she parted her lips and took Toby’s cock in her mouth. He wasn’t as long or thick as Jackson, but sucking and licking and tasting him still fulfilled her giver’s spirit. Especially when she heard him suck a breath as she took him deep and swallowed on his length. She was too busy to fight when Toby wrapped his arms around her and rolled them so he was on his back and she lay on top of him. Anxious for a moment that she might hurt him by lying full weight upon him, Sinclair shifted her legs so she knelt above him on her knees and one hand. With her other hand she took possession of his scrotum and played with his plum-sized balls, eliciting a moan from the man beneath her. Then Toby wrapped strong arms around her back as she continued sucking at him, feeling him. His hips began to thrust up in response to


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her ministrations. She smiled when she felt his ball-sack pull up and his movements grow erratic. “Gonna come,” he cried out, just as the first jet of cum splashed across her tongue. She continued sucking and swallowing as he came, then cleaned him gently before just holding him in her mouth as she felt her own orgasm building once again. Then Jackson moved in behind her and the thick, blunt head of his cock pressed for entrance. A dark foreboding shoved away her growing need as memories flashed through her brain. She’d only had sex when her ex-husband had been drunk and angry, wanting to punish her for something that only he understood. She’d never found pleasure when he forced her, which was but one of the things that had led to the end of their marriage. Half the time he’d miss her pussy and fuck her ass without any preparation. She’d shared her dislike with Jackson once, glossing over the reason. Though he’d teased about doing this exact act, she’d never expected him to go through with it. All at once she was very afraid. “Jackson?” She heard the fear in her voice as she tried to pull away. But Toby held her tight around the waist as Jackson slid fully into her sheath until his belly pressed against her ass. Then he leaned forward and kissed her back. “Shhh, sunshine, I’m right here. I want you to try it this way for a few minutes. If you don’t like it we can stop, okay?” “Um, okay, I’ll try,” Sinclair said, as fear shivered through her. As if he could read her mind, Jackson brushed his warm, haircovered chest across her back and kissed his way across the top of her shoulder. Then she felt Toby’s arms slide away. A moment later, Jackson’s arms slid around her waist. In a move that impressed the hell out of her, he lifted them both so she sat in his lap as he knelt on the bed with his cock still deep inside her cunt. “Toby, get out,” Jackson ordered as his hands brushed up her

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body to cup her tits. “Yes, Sir,” the sub said as he rolled out from under her and off the bed. Sinclair’s thoughts bounced between the horrors of the past and the hunger she felt in the present. Would Jackson use her, abuse her as her ex had? Until now he’d never pushed her too hard in any direction, never hurt her, and always seemed to have her pleasure foremost in his mind. But, what if… Her thoughts splintered when Jackson turned her head and kissed her gently. She heard a soft whimpering, like someone was in pain, but didn’t realize it came from her lips until Jackson said, “Shhh, sweet sunshine. It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.” Opening her eyes and looking over her shoulder, she stared into the deep blue of his. He’s telling the truth. He would never knowingly hurt her. Shifting her hips, she looked at him, hoping he couldn’t read the fear in her eyes. “I know,” she whispered before turning away to look at the wall. Leaning forward slightly, she began to slowly ride up and down the shaft that filled her cunt. As Jackson’s hands moved over her body from tits to belly to thighs and drove her arousal higher than before, she shoved back the horrors of the past. They had no place in this room, in this man’s arms. “How you doing? You okay?” Jackson whispered as he nuzzled at her neck. “Mmmm,” she replied, not sure how else to answer the question. After all, Jackson was not responsible for those memories, the negative taint that certain sexual acts held for her. Wrapping her arms around Jackson’s back she pulled him with her as she leaned forward, ending up on her hands and knees. “Fuck me into the mattress,” she purred. Jackson stayed with her, his arms bracketing her body as he took over control of their coupling. His hips began to push harder and


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faster into her, and his chest brushed up and down her spine with each thrust. Sinclair felt herself approaching the edge of sanity and moved even harder against Jackson with a low-throated growl unlike any sound she’d ever made before. She sucked a breath when a large, hot hand slid up the inside of her thigh. “Cut loose, sunshine. Come for me,” he ordered gently as he began to press against her clit. With the sliding pressure on the nerve-filled flesh as well as the long, thick cock filling her, Sinclair felt every ribbon holding her grounded and under control shred. “Oh God, yes,” she screamed as she threw her head back to rest against Jackson’s shoulder. Jackson nibbled his way from her shoulder up her neck to lick at her ear as his hips continued pistoning in and out at a faster and faster rate. “That’s right, baby, let it all out. Kick down those barriers. I’ll always take care of you,” he whispered in her ear. “Oh, oh, shit, I’m coming.” She felt him grow impossibly thicker as he thrust even harder once, twice, and then a third time. He lifted his head from her neck and cried out his release as she felt his semen pulse into her cunt, adding to the wet and heat already there. When their orgasms finally subsided, he wrapped one arm around her neck and the other around her waist and pulled her so that they fell sideways, his cock still deep in her, linking them. “God that was incredible,” he growled in a voice soft and gentle. “Are you okay? No bad effects?” “Mmmm, other than I’m a puddle of goo that you’re going to have to carry out of here? I’m terrific. Are you okay?” “Oh, sunshine, if you only knew how okay I am.” He nuzzled her and snuggled her even closer into his embrace. “We’ll just rest here a few minutes until I can feel my legs again,” he said with a chuckle. “Then we’ll get dressed and I’ll take you home.”

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“What about your job?” “Taurus gave me the rest of the night off.” “You won’t get in trouble, will you?” “No, sunshine, I won’t get in trouble. Taurus was in my position not so very long ago.” Sinclair frowned at his non-answer. “What position is that?” “Needing to spend time with a woman.” With that, Jackson eased his cock from her and rolled her over. He gathered her close and brushed random kisses over her hair as she rubbed her cheek against the silky hair of his chest. She kissed his chest just above his right nipple and whispered, “I love you, Jackson Matthews.” She didn’t know why she said it, but it was out there now. He knew how she felt. **** When Jackson heard the softly-whispered words, everything in him froze. Though he did not know what he would do without Sinclair in his life, he also didn’t want to examine his heart too closely. He’d been running for so long, keeping busy, and not getting involved with anyone except on the most superficial levels, he wasn’t sure he knew how to love anymore. Not wanting to hurt her, but also not knowing how to respond to her words, he eased away and rose from the bed. It was time to take her home. On the way maybe he’d come up with a way to explain his hesitation at commitment to himself so he could then tell her. Grabbing his clothes, he stepped into the bathroom to clean up and get dressed. **** Sinclair didn’t expect him to answer, but he surprised her by


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pulling his arms from around her and rolling from the bed. Without a look in her direction he picked up his clothes and boots. A moment later he disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind him. Looking around, Sinclair reached for a small white towel that lay on the nightstand. After cleaning up, she crawled from the bed. Problem was, her body wasn’t fully recovered from the sex. When she tried to stand, her legs buckled and she landed on her hands and knees. Half tempted to hide under the bed for the next six months or so, Sinclair forced herself instead to crawl to where her dress lay on the floor in a puddle. She pulled it on, feeling only slightly better once she’d brushed it down to cover her body as much as it could. She tried to play back the evening but found that the evening’s intense experiences had melted her synapses as well as her bones and muscle. Instead she narrowed her focus to breathing deep and fighting back tears of disappointment. “Sunshine, what are you doing on the floor?” She took a deep breath, pushed down the hurt, lifted her face, and smiled. “You lived up to your word and melted me.”

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Chapter 9 “Oh, sunshine, I didn’t mean to melt you completely, just relax you and make you smile,” Jackson said as he crossed and knelt beside her. He looked into her eyes and saw the hurt. Knowing he’d caused it sent guilt washing through him. Sliding one arm under her knees and the other around her back, he lifted her to rest against his chest. “Rest, baby, I’ll take it from here.” She tensed as he stood, but then relaxed once he was on his feet and steady. “I don’t know how you can walk, much less carry me,” she muttered into his neck. He chuckled, but didn’t answer as he carried her out of the playroom. “Do you want to stop for a drink downstairs or just go home?” he asked before brushing a kiss into her hair. “Home, if it’s okay with you,” she answered softly, then laid her head against his chest. By the time he reached the main floor of the club, he could tell she had fallen asleep. He looked at Taurus behind the bar, and the other man frowned for a moment and said something to Jenna, who again sat across from him. The little Domme turned, and as soon as she saw them, hopped off the barstool and headed in their direction at a quick march. Jackson didn’t stop walking, but did slow his stride until she reached his side. “Is she okay?” “Just tired. We relaxed her so much she couldn’t stand up. I’m going to take her home and tuck her into bed. Do you want me to come back?”


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“No, you focus on taking care of your lady. That is, after all, a master’s first responsibility,” she said as she opened the door into the front lobby. “Jenna, you do know I’m not into this as a lifestyle, right?” “Of course you’re not. You’re too kind and loving and gentle to get off on beating a sub, but I do believe that you have enough dominant characteristics to want to call the shots in your relationships, especially after that ex-bitch of yours. Just remember that while women are instinctively submissive, we can’t read what’s going on in your heart and do need words, which is something you seem to have difficulty with.” Before Jackson could defend himself, the woman in his arms slurred a soft, “You tell him,” causing the Domme to laugh and Jackson to chuckle. Stopping at the reception desk, Jackson rested Sinclair on the counter long enough to dig the basket key out of his pocket to claim her things. Jenna helped put Sinclair’s shoes on her feet then tucked the rest of her things in her lap once Jackson picked her up again. “Good night, boss,” he said as he pushed out the front door. After strapping Sinclair into the passenger seat, he climbed in and drove. He knew he’d treated Sinclair badly these past months, but had no clue how to make the past up to her. When he parked in her driveway he reached over. “Sinclair, sunshine, we’re home.” “Home?” She opened her eyes and looked at him, but he could tell she really wasn’t awake. “Yes, we’re home. Do you think you can walk inside? Or do you want me to carry you?” Again, his questions didn’t seem to have much of an impact as she just stared at him with those big gray-green eyes. “Okay,” she finally said before her eyes slid shut again. “Okay, indeed.” Jackson released both their seat belts before opening her purse and finding her key ring.

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Climbing from the car he quickly went to the front door, unlocked it, and pushed it open before returning to the passenger’s door. By the time he opened it, Max had joined them and was dancing around his ankles, begging for attention. Not able to ignore the happy dog that seemed to have claimed him, Jackson bent and ruffled the dog’s head in greeting. “Go pee, and hurry up about it. Your lady needs to go to bed.” Max made a grumbling sound then ran across the yard and peed on the first bush he came to. By the time Jackson had lifted Sinclair into his arms, the dog was back. “Good boy, now let’s go inside,” Jackson said, half hoping the dog would obey without bribery. On previous visits he’d witnessed that Max was headstrong and stubborn, sometimes exasperating Sinclair with his defiance. With a yipping bark, the dog turned and led the way into the house. Jackson followed, bumping the front door closed once they were inside. Then he walked through the house, straight to Sinclair’s bedroom. Laying the sleeping woman down, he took a moment to turn on the small lamp on the bedside table. “Sinclair, sweetie, you need to wake up now.” “Why?” “Because you’re home. You need to change into your sleep-shirt and get under the covers.” He took off her shoes and set them on the dresser. “Okay,” she replied, pushing into a sitting position, then not moving again. Her eyes never flickered. “Sweetheart?” “Shhh, I’m dreaming,” she said, sounding drunk and just a little bit whiney. Jackson chuckled and knew it was the sex that had finished her off. Going to her closet door, he opened it and found a large white Tshirt hanging on the back. That looked like something she would sleep in, so he took it down from the hook and carried it back to the


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When the light turned green, she hit the gas without pausing to look around first as she usually did. She didn’t see the oversized pickup truck run the red light until it was too late and the truck hit her. She screamed as the air bag deployed and smacked her in the face. The windshield shattered as the car folded in around her, and then flipped onto its side. Then everything went silent. Reaching down with her right hand, she unfastened her seat belt then fought with the air bag so she could breathe. She was amazed at how calm she was, but also knew there was no way she was getting free of her metal prison without help. Sliding her left hand down, she tried to pull her cell phone out of her skirt pocket. But her fingers wouldn’t obey her command. That was when the pain reached her brain and she screamed again. “Oh my God, lady, are you all right?” She didn’t know who asked such a stupid question, but was too busy trying to pant and breathe through the pain to answer them with a snarky, “Duh, do you think I’m okay?” She heard cars driving past slowly and heard people talking, but didn’t really care what they were saying until a young man leaned in. “We’ve called 911 and they’re sending help. Don’t move, lady.” “I don’t think I can. I’m in here pretty tight. And I think I broke my hand or my arm or something.” “Don’t worry, they’ll get you out. Just don’t go anywhere, okay?” the man said. “Yeah, sure, no problem,” she snarked just as she heard sirens beginning off in the distance. As they grew louder she separated and identified them. That was yet another thing Jackson had taught her, how to tell if it was an ambulance, police, or one of the big red trucks that was screaming down the road. In this case she heard all three kinds and multiples of each. Would Jackson be one of her rescuers? Thinking back, she couldn’t remember if he worked the day before or that day, but it didn’t matter.


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She’d gotten the message. He didn’t want to build a lasting relationship with her. He just wanted her as his beck and call girl. Without warning, tears filled her eyes and began to slide across her cheek to drip onto the broken glass she lay upon as the sad reality of her life swamped her. She’d never see Jackson again. Her car was probably crushed beyond recognition. She was hungry and her pizza was smashed and getting cold. As she was about to lose control and start sobbing, another face peered through the shattered front windshield. “Hey there,” the man in tan turnouts and yellow helmet said by way of greeting. He looked big and strong and competent with kind eyes, but at that moment, the last person she wanted to see was a fireman. “What’s your name, honey?” “Sinclair Malone, what’s yours?” “Andy Zimmerman.” “Hello, Andy Zimmerman,” she said. She fought to keep from screaming to get her the hell out of here. “Do you know if Jackson Matthews is working today?” she asked, as if she weren’t wrapped in a twisted hunk of metal with a full gas tank “Jackson…oh shit, you’re the one,” the man said. Before she could ask which one, he moved out of her line of vision again. She heard the deep buzz of men talking, but once again didn’t try to make sense of it. The pain had finally localized. Her left shoulder, left arm, and right ankle seemed to be burning with painful fire. Nothing else seemed to hurt, but she knew she’d probably be sore in the morning. Then someone else leaned in and started asking questions about her medical history, allergies, medications, and whether she could crawl out on her own. She answered as best she could without getting an attitude. After all, wasn’t it obvious that she couldn’t climb out on

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her own? The tears continued to fall, but she couldn’t seem to stop them. Once that person left, they seemed to ignore her alone for a bit. As long as she didn’t move, the pain to her body wasn’t too bad, but the pain in her heart grew even bigger when she thought she heard Jackson’s voice just outside the car. Then the fireman was back with a silver blanket. “Okay, honey, I’m going to cover you with this to protect you from anything that might fall while we get you out of there.” “Okay,” she said as he draped it over her. He seemed to carefully cover her completely while at the same time leaving a hole for air to get to her. “Now it’s going to get real noisy, but don’t let that worry you. We’re just going to open this puppy up like a can of beans.” Feeling oddly drowsy and suddenly not caring, Sinclair just nodded. “Sinclair, honey, you still with me?” the man asked when she didn’t answer. “Yep, I haven’t gone anywhere,” she said, her tone flippant, but she heard her words slur. “Hey, Andy, before you go away, would you do something for me?” “Sure, honey, anything you want.” “Would you tell Jackson that I love him and I understand why he can’t love me back and that it’s okay?” “Sure, honey. I’ll tell him the next time I see him.” “Okay, thanks.” Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes and relaxed into the fog that filled her senses, dulling the pains and protecting her from the hurts she knew were going to come once she was out of this tin can and watching as Jackson walked away.


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Chapter 10 As soon as he saw the accident, a knot tied itself in Jackson’s gut. He recognized that little car lying on its side, though he wondered how it got there. He hoped Sinclair had loaned it out for the day and wasn’t the woman reportedly trapped inside. Pushing away everything except the job at hand, he parked the engine across the road, blocking traffic to keep the lookiloos from interfering with their operations and possibly causing another accident. After climbing from the cab, he donned his turnouts and retrieved the extrication equipment from the locker where it was stored. He purposely stayed in the background, allowing Andy to assess the situation and deal directly with the woman trapped inside the little car. It took awhile to peel the roof off the car’s cabin and then even longer for the paramedics to get the woman free. He forced himself not to help as they strapped her onto a gurney and loaded her into the back of the ambulance. The man driving the pickup had some cuts and bruises, but refused to go to the hospital. He was more worried about his truck than he was about the woman he’d injured. Jackson wanted to punch him in the nose, but restrained himself. Especially when the police stepped in and discovered he was more than a little drunk. Jackson forced himself to stay focused on the job until they were packing up the equipment. That’s when Andy found him and punched him hard in the shoulder. “What the fuck?”

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“That’s for being a stupid son of a bitch with your head so far up your ass you need a plexidectomy,” the other man growled. “Huh?” Jackson asked as he stripped off his turnouts and stowed them. “You know, a plexidectomy, where they put a piece of Plexiglass in your belly so you can see where you’re going. I have a message from that woman,” Andy said, pointing to where the ambulance had been. “She said, and I quote, ‘Tell Jackson that I love him and I understand why he can’t love me back and that it’s okay.’ What the fuck did you do to her?” Jackson stood in shock for a minute. “She said that?” “Yes. Now I don’t know what you plan to do about it, but I’m going to be calling her as soon as we get off shift and asking her out…” Jackson stared hard at the man he considered one of his best friends. “I wouldn’t advise it, pal. By the time you get off shift she’s going to be engaged, and I don’t share. Call headquarters and tell them I need a replacement for the rest of the shift,” Jackson said as he opened the door and climbed into the driver’s seat. Andy didn’t respond until they were halfway to the station. “Does this mean you do feel something for her?” Instead of answering, Jackson just smiled and drove a little faster. **** By the time the nurse wheeled Sinclair toward her room, she had no idea how much time had passed since the accident. She had wanted to go home to mourn the loss of her car and Jackson’s absence in her life, but the doctor refused to release her when she admitted there was no one there to take care of her. Thankfully, when she called Megan, her friend promised to take care of Max until she returned home. “Okay, Miss Malone, here’s your room,” the nurse said, turning


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into one of the dozens of doorways that lined the long, narrow hallway. “Oh, my God.” Sinclair froze at the deep masculine voice and lifted her head to find Jackson sitting in the recliner across the room. He wore his uniform, and as usual, her body stirred, despite the strong pain medications that were coursing through her system. “What are you doing here?” she demanded after swallowing the lump that seemed to be permanently lodged in her throat. “Why aren’t you at work?” Jackson didn’t answer. Instead he stood and came around the bed. The nurse pushed the wheelchair next to the bed and parked it. Before she could help Sinclair out of the chair and into bed, Jackson was there. He slid his arms around her and easily lifted her from the chair. The nurse pulled back the covers and he laid her gently in the bed. He then stepped out of the way as the nurse took her vital signs and settled her into the room. Sinclair didn’t trust herself to speak until the nurse left the room and closed the door behind her. Exhausted and fuzzy from the medications, Sinclair just looked at the man who held her heart that he didn’t want. “Why are you here, Jackson?” Jackson stood and approached the bed. “I’m here because the woman I love is here. Where else would I be?” “You don’t love me. I’m just your beck and call girl, a willing body who jumps whenever you have time for me.” Sinclair closed her eyes and looked away, waiting to hear him walk out of the room. She started when something went click and the bed shifted. Turning her head, she opened her eyes to find the side gate of the bed was down and he now sat next to her. Looking into his deep blue eyes, she felt her heart clench at the love she read there. Could he be telling the truth? Or was this just a ploy to keep her dangling a little longer?

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“I know I haven’t treated you as I should have. I’ve treated you badly, and for that I will forever be sorry. But I love you, and if you give me a chance I want to spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Will you do me the honor of marrying me?” Sinclair felt her heart stop and then start again. “Really?” Jackson smiled at her and combed his fingers through her hair to brush it away from her face. “Yes, baby, really. Now why don’t you take a little nap and we’ll talk when you wake up.” “Okay,” she said as her eyes drifted shut. **** When Sinclair woke next, she was hungry and had to pee. Looking around she was surprised to see the recliner kicked back and Jackson sound asleep under a blanket. So, his appearance in her room hadn’t been a drug-induced dream. But what about his marriage proposal? Had that been real or something her mind made up to keep her from falling over the edge into a deep depression? Instead of lying there and debating about reality versus dreams, she pushed the covers off and slowly worked her way out of the bed. Her right ankle was badly sprained while her upper arm and wrist were both broken. They’d splinted her arm and leg in the emergency room, and in a couple of days she would see the orthopedist who would put her arm in a cast. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she hissed when her good foot hit the cold tile floor. When she tried to put weight on her ankle she sucked a breath then held it, not wanting to disturb the sleeping man behind her. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” a sleepy growl demanded. She squeaked as she was swept off her feet and into Jackson’s arms. “I have to pee,” she grumped.


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“So why didn’t you wake me up?” he asked as he carried her into the bathroom and set her down next to the toilet. “I didn’t want to bother you,” she admitted softly as he stepped out of the little room. “Sunshine, you’ve been bothering me since the day we met, and I hope that you continue to aggravate me on a regular basis until the day I die.” “So it wasn’t the drugs?” she asked softly. “No, darlin’, it wasn’t the drugs. I love you and asked you to marry me, but you never answered me. Want more time? Or can you give me a yes now?” Sinclair finished her business then hopped to the door. As soon as he saw her, Jackson picked her up again and carried her back to bed. “Later,” she snarked, throwing his favorite phrase back at him. “Fair enough. Just know that you’re not getting away from me and I’m not going to be out of touch for days at a time without a word.” He tucked her in, then lay down next to her. He carefully settled her against him so he could cuddle her close without hurting her. Pulling the covers over them, he then slid his free hand down her body and between her legs to cup her mons. “You might as well give in now because I am not going anywhere. I am here to stay and be at your beck and call.”

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR Cooper McKenzie always thought she had been born a hundred years too late, but appreciates air conditioning, computers and other conveniences of modern day living. She enjoys the slower pace of New Bern, North Carolina as well as the history and small town community found there. In addition to dreaming up her next story, Cooper enjoys reading everything except scary books, singing in her church choir and needle-weaving.

Also by Cooper McKenzie Ménage Amour: Welcome to Sanctuary 1: Spring Comes to Sanctuary Ménage Amour ManLove: Welcome to Sanctuary 2: Winter and His Twins Ménage Amour: Welcome to Sanctuary 3: Summer Loving Ménage Amour: Their Dream Weaver 1: Claiming Their Dream Weaver Ménage Amour: Their Dream Weaver 2: Loving Their Dream Weaver Ménage Amour: Their Dream Weaver 3: Marrying Their Dream Weaver Siren Classic: Prequel to The Billionaire’s Mate: The Soldier’s Mate Siren Classic: The Billionaire’s Mate Siren Classic: Sequel to The Billionaire’s Mate: The Billionaire’s Lady Siren Classic: Sequel to The Billionaire’s Lady: The Cop’s Mate Ménage Amour: Club Esoteria 1: His Sub’s Submissive Siren Classic: Club Esoteria 2: Caught by the Master Ménage Amour: Club Esoteria 3: Minding Mistress Ménage Amour: Club Esoteria 4: Masters of Her Heart Siren Classic: Club Esoteria 5: Jillian’s Master Siren Classic: The Color of Sex Siren Classic: DM2010

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