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

moved with each stroke of the flogger until then, but looking at her breasts the little silver mice were indeed jumping and swinging, looking as if they were dancing.
    Her hips began canting forward with need. She needed more than the gentle stroke of the flogger to reach the peak of her arousal.
    “Master, please,” she whispered.
    “Does my little mouse need to come?” he stuck the handle of the flogger in his pocket and stepped in close.
    “Yes, please, Master,” she managed to say as he ran the fingers of one hand from her collarbone down to her mons.
    Electric pulses shot from every place he touched her straight to her clit, causing her to clench everything between her legs. That sent her arousal even higher. When Taurus slid two fingers between her pussy lips and her clit, she gasped as pleasure surged higher. Another touch and she would be flying with her orgasm.
    Master must have seen the need in her expression, for in the next moment he squeezed together the fingers that bracketed her clit, pressing the little mound of flesh between them.
    “Come, mouse. Give me that orgasm,” he whispered in her ear before brushing his lips down her neck as his fingers tightened even further on her clit.
    She screamed as the pleasure-pain of his touch shoved her hard over the edge into a volcano of orgasmic nirvana. He continued rolling her clit between his fingers as her orgasm rolled through and around and over her. She hunched her hips against his hand, wanting the pleasure to continue just a few seconds longer.
    When she finally could take no more, she tried to pull back, but he held her prisoner, one hand cupping her pussy and the other wrapped around her back like a steel bar. He shifted his hand so his palm lay protectively against her clit.
    “Deep breaths, sweetheart. Can’t have you passing out yet,” he said as his hand left her pussy and he flicked the mouse hanging from her left breast, causing her to gasp as it pulled on her nipple and sent more electric fire to her clit. “I’m far from finished playing with you and your new toys.”

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    “Blaze, I need you to watch the bar for about fifteen minutes,” Jackson said as the little submissive walked by.
    “Yes, Sir,” she answered, surprising him by her submission.
    He still remembered how fired up she had been when protecting her friend, Jillian, against the Dominant Gunner. For a submissive, Jackson had always thought her too feisty with too much attitude. But there seemed to be some Dominants in the club that liked all her sass. He hoped that someday she would meet a Master who would get past her bluster and help heal the hurting woman behind the façade she hid behind.
    As soon as Blaze ducked under the bar, he grabbed Sinclair’s hand and pulled her from the barstool. “Come with me, sunshine.”
    “Yes, Master.”
    Once they were out from behind the bar, he pulled her close and draped his arm over her shoulders. He then headed them toward the back door. It was time, and they needed privacy for what he planned to talk about with his sunshine.
    “Master? Where are we going?”
    “Somewhere so we can be alone,” he said.
    He pushed through the door marked “Private,” and they stepped into the foyer with the elevator for the apartments on the fourth floor.
    They crossed the small room, and he pushed out the back door as they walked outside. Jackson did not stop once they were outside. Instead, he guided her to the gate that led to Jenna’s enclosed garden on the other side of the parking lot.
    He punched in the code to the electronic lock on the gate then pushed it open. Flipping the switch just inside the gate, he turned on the twinkle lights that were strung all over the enclosed area.
    “After you, milady,” he said with a half bow and a wave of his arm.
    Sinclair smiled at him before stepping past him. He followed as she wandered the paths of the garden that led through now mostly dormant garden areas.
    “Even in December, this