Free McKenzie, Cooper - A Club Esoteria Christmas [Club Esoteria 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Cooper McKenzie

hook like earrings. “But what are they?”
    She lifted her eyes and found him wearing a giant grin. “Let me show you,” he said.
    He took both mice from the box and held them in one hand then moved to stand behind her. His other hand came around and began to play with one nipple, rolling it between his fingers and sending bolts of electric need straight to her pussy.
    “Lift your head and look in the mirror,” he said.
    He slipped the loop around her nipple and adjusted it so the loop was tight. He then treated her other nipple to the same attention.
    “They’re a bit of sparkle for your nipples,” he said. He finished adjusting the second loop, both tight enough to give her a nip of pain. He then cupped his hands around the undersides of both breasts and set the mice to dancing. “Oh yeah, just as I imagined they’d look.”
    Whitney sighed and leaned back against his broad chest, locking her knees to keep from collapsing to the floor as arousal shot through her like lightning.
    “Now this one,” he said, handing her the second package then pressing his long, hard erection into the crease of her buttocks. “It’s really more for me than you, but I’m sure you’ll find enjoyment in it.”
    It took several deep breaths to gather the focus to open the larger package. Once the paper had dropped away, she opened the box and pulled out the contents.
    “A flogger?”
    “Yes, mouse, a flogger. It’s time to push your boundaries a little farther.”
    Taking her wrists, he hooked her cuffs together, then lifted her arms above her head and hooked them to the bar hanging overhead. She had been in this position before, and as usual, a shiver of fear rose to challenge her arousal. She was better about giving over control to her Master, but still had a hard time having an orgasm unless she was touching him without restraints holding her back. After making sure her cuffs were not too tight, he bent and pulled her legs several feet apart, securing each ankle cuff to hooks set in the floor for just this purpose.
    Once she was in position, she watched in the mirror as he cleaned up the boxes and paper, depositing them in the trash can in the bathroom before returning. As he crossed to stand just behind and to her left, he shook the floggers, making the strands dance.
    “You have come so far since the night you snuck into the club,” he said running his free hand down her spine in a touch that always soothed her. “I love you so much, and I thank my lucky stars that I caught you. The only problem is you still have issues letting go of that damned control of yours. I’m going to flog you and play with you until you beg me to stop. By the time I’m finished with you, there will be no more walls between us. You will come when I tell you to and as often as I tell you to. Do you understand?”
    “Yes, Master.”
    “Close your eyes, mouse. Feel the air moving around you,” he ordered gently in his power-laced Dom voice.
    As always, Whitney closed her eyes and followed his commands. Without her sight, she felt the air moving around her, caressing her skin. The cool silver mice danced against her breasts as she breathed deeply, trying to relax as she waited for the first stroke of the flogger.
    She had no idea how long she stood there before the flogger stroked across her left shoulder and then immediately across her right. It was a gentle caress, but she jumped with the surprise of it.
    As he continued down her back, ass, and legs, she relaxed and felt the tension and fear drain out her toes. She did jump and tense when he brought the flogger up between her legs, the strands gently striking her erect clit and up over her lower belly.
    “Mmmm, yes, you pink up beautifully,” Master came around and kissed her lips before he gave the front half of her body the same gentle flogging. “And those mice dance just as wonderfully as I knew they would.”
    At his comment, Whitney opened her eyes. She had not realized that she