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

response, both women froze before turning to face Jenna. Whitney automatically dropped her gaze to the floor just in front of her bare feet and knew Sloan did the same. Over the past years, they had become well-trained slaves of Masters and would respond to any dominant who used the right tone of voice.
    “Sloan, go get dressed,” Jenna said, sending the other submissive scurrying to the bedroom before she moved to stand behind Whitney. “We will take you to see him after we finish getting ready for the wedding.”
    “Yes, Mistress Jenna,” Whitney said before sniffing to keep her tears at bay.
    “And no crying. No raccoon eyes allowed.” Jenna quickly did up the back of the corset before walking a complete circle around the bride. “You make a beautiful bride.”
    Whitney dropped her head again, this time out of embarrassment. “Thank you, Mistress Jenna.”
    “And your collar is the perfect accessory to such a sexy little wedding dress. Now don’t go anywhere and don’t sit down while I get ready,” Jenna ordered before turning and heading to the bedroom as well.
    Though she wanted nothing more than to race to her Master’s side, Whitney knew that disobeying Jenna would earn her almost as big a punishment as disobeying Taurus himself. They were business partners, cousins, and best friends, and to go against the dictates of one was to offend the other as well.
    Whitney began to pace as she waited for the others, her mind contemplating the worst possible scenarios before she forced herself to stop. If he were too badly hurt, the hospital would have kept him. Stopping in the middle of the living room, she forced herself to take deep breaths and calm down. She could not go to him all wound up and panicked. That was the last thing her Master would want. She used every calming technique she had ever heard of, and by the time Jenna and Sloan joined her, she had cleared the panic from her mind and was back under control.
    Jenna looked spectacular in her copper-colored corset and skirt, while Sloan seemed to sparkle in blue. Their dresses were similar, having been designed and made by Jenna’s friend, Lace Santeen, at some point during the past two years. Only Whitney’s was new, since Lace had been inundated with orders at the club’s kink convention.
    The women spent a moment admiring each other’s dresses before Whitney said, “Can we please go now?”
    Jenna checked the time before nodding. “Yes, we can go, but you’ll only have a minute before we have to be downstairs.”
    Whitney barely heard the other woman say yes before she was hurrying to the door. She was across the hall and pushing into the guest apartment before the other women could stop her.
    “What the fuck are you doing in here?” Gentry squealed as he quickly pulled his pants up.
    The apartment was full of men in various states of dress. Those wearing little turned their backs as Whitney hurried through the apartment.
    “Where is he?” she asked but did not wait for the answer, instead continuing through the living room.
    At the bedroom doorway, she stopped with a gasp. “Master? Oh my God, what happened?”
    Taurus wore a pair of black cargo shorts with a black sock and dress shoe on his right foot. His left foot was bare except for the air cast. He had his dress shirt half on, but the bulky bandages on his right arm prevented him from pulling on the other sleeve.
    “Should we cut it?” Antony asked Taurus.
    “Hell, no, it’s silk,” Taurus growled just before her saw her. “Damn, mouse, you are beautiful!”
    Not caring about anything but him, Whitney hurried to his side. “What happened, Master?”
    “I fell off a ladder,” he said, using his good arm to pull her close so he could nuzzle against her neck and shoulder.
    As soon as he touched her, the rest of the world fell away, and it was as if they were alone. “I’m sorry,” she apologized, running her hands over his shoulders as she cuddled his head close.
    “No, I’m