McKenzie, Cooper - His Beck and Call Girl [Club Esoteria 6] (Siren Publishing Allure) (3 page)

“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 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?”

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. 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 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 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.

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 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.