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  HIS SUB’S SUBMISSIVE

  Club Esoteria

  Cooper McKenzie

  MENAGE AMOUR

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  HIS SUB’S SUBMISSIVE

  Copyright © 2010 by Cooper McKenzie

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  Dear Readers,

  I love writing my books and interacting with you, my readers. I love imagining and creating the worlds and characters and situations found in my books. Writing is also my job and I work hard at it.

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  Please respect my hard work and creativity and do not pirate my ebooks.

  With deep gratitude,

  Cooper McKenzie

  DEDICATION

  To all who believe in happily ever afters

  HIS SUB’S SUBMISSIVE

  Club Esoteria

  COOPER MCKENZIE

  Copyright © 2010

  Prologue

  “Hi, what can I get you this morning?” Sloan Newman didn’t look at her customers as she approached their table. Not until they didn’t respond to her greeting. Glancing up, she groaned silently but forced her smile to remain in place. “It’s awful early for you to be up and about on a Monday morning, isn’t it? What’s going on?” Crossing her arms, she waited as the threesome looked her over in horrified amazement.

  She knew what they saw. The worn black jeans she’d picked up from the thrift store were two sizes smaller than the last time they’d seen her a month earlier. Her sneakers were nearly worn out, and the left one had strawberry jelly on the toe. Her black T-shirt was brand new and bore The Java Stop logo.

  Their sharp gazes would also notice her hair was long past due for a trim and her last manicure had been more than a month ago. She really needed to find time to remove what little polish still remained. They would also see the exhaustion in her eyes and the stress knotting both her shoulders and her jaw.

  “I think the real question is what the hell are you doing here?” Jenna Carter, Sloan’s cousin, answered with her own inquiry.

  “I’m working,” Sloan answered as her face grew warm with embarrassment.

  The Java Stop wasn’t in the best part of town, but they’d needed a waitress at the same moment she needed the job. They didn’t even mind if she pulled out a notebook and wrote during slack times. She couldn’t brag about the pay, but it brought in almost enough to cover what she was no longer earning from her other job as a self-employed medical transcriptionist.

  “Your cell phone’s been disconnected,” Taurus Green, her other cousin, pointed out. His voice was soft, but carried an unmistakable thread of steel. Anger followed instantly by concern flashed in his eyes when she looked into them. Then he blinked and the emotion was gone, pushed down and locked away under his famous control.

  Uh oh, not a good sign. Taurus always maintained control. Always. Jenna did, too, but right now one long, burgundy fingernail tapped steadily on the menu. Even Antony, Jenna’s mate/slave, stroking her arm wasn’t calming her. Sloan had seen his touch soothe her when nothing else could.

  Yep, Sloan was in trouble. She wanted to ask how they’d found her, but she knew. Mrs. Nicholas, who lived in the other half of the duplex where she rented, no doubt had been happy to spread a little gossip.

  “Sloan? Why is your cell phone disconnected? Why are you working here?” Taurus prompted.

  Closing her eyes, Sloan took a deep breath. Then she blinked against the tears that blurred her vision. “My phone is turned off because I could not pay the bill. I’m working here so I can pay the rent and the utilities and maybe get the phone turned back on. Someday. With the new computer upgrades at the hospital, production has gone up, but my income has gone down by a third. Writing is going well, but it’s not paying anything yet. So I took this job. Now, what can I get you?”

  Sloan dropped her chin and stared at her order pad. She hated admitting she was failing, especially to these two. They had always been successful at everything they touched. Three years before they’d joked about the need for a private BDSM club in eastern North Carolina. Just months after that evening, they’d taken their crazy idea and turned it into what had grown to become the most popular private club in the state. People drove for hours just to spend an evening at Esoteria.

  “Why didn’t you tell us you were having trouble?”

  Jenna pried the pen from Sloan’s right hand then held it. Taurus took the pad from her left hand before cupping her other hand between both of his.

  Sloan sniffed at their show of kindness, unable to stop tears from overflowing and rolling down her cheeks. “I’m twenty-five years old. An adult. I’m supposed to stand on my own two feet and take care of myself.”

  Taurus swore softly. Pulling on her arm, he slid back on the booth’s seat and forced her to sit on the bench next to him.

  “Sweetie, your parents screwed you up by demanding you be strong and independent. That’s not you. You were born an artist. And a submissive. You need a man to take care of you. Which is why we were looking for you in the
first place.”

  “Huh?”

  “We need your help. Esoteria is hosting an auction, and you’d be perfect.”

  “An auction? For what?”

  “Our first annual slave/sub auction to raise money for charity.”

  Sloan knew what happened at Esoteria. She had researched Dom/sub relationships for a book she’d thought about writing but had never visited the four-story former warehouse that housed the popular club. She’d also never visited her cousins’ apartments located on the fourth floor of the building. She wasn’t sure if they were protecting her or if they didn’t want to rub their success in her face. Whenever they got together, either they came to her tiny duplex or they met out somewhere.

  “What would I have to do?”

  Jenna leaned forward and spoke in a near whisper. “We want you to represent Esoteria. You’ve been asking a lot of questions and doing research about the lifestyle. This is your chance to live it. For one weekend you can find out what it is like to submit totally to a man.”

  Though her first instinct was to screech “No way,” something stopped her. She looked from Jenna to Taurus and then to Antony. Each met her gaze with a smile meant to encourage her.

  Antony even nodded and mouthed, “You’d be great.”

  “When is this auction?”

  “This weekend. Take Friday and the weekend off work,” Jenna said.

  “We’ll even make up for the lost wages,” Taurus offered.

  Sloan pursed her lips as she debated the wisdom of letting her cousins talk her into anything. All her life she’d been the follower. They’d led her, manipulated her, even bullied her to leave her comfort zone.

  While fear shivered up her spine, she realized the weekend could be interesting and educational. And maybe she could use what she learned in some future book. She usually wrote from her daydreams and fantasies. Maybe writing from experience would be more appealing to the publishers.

  Her curiosity had been building about the lifestyle her cousins led, but the memory of her father’s disapproval weighed on her. What would the good Reverend Newman say if he found out his only daughter had joined her cousins on the dark side? What would Jenna and Taurus say if she admitted to having had only one sexual encounter in her life?

  She’d only had two serious boyfriends in the years since she’d moved out on her own four years before. The last one had taken her virginity after one too many margaritas right before she’d thrown up all over his back. Thus ended her virginity and their relationship. It had been more than a year and a half of keeping her head down, working too hard, and writing about her fantasies since that spectacularly shitty night. Maybe it was time to try sex again.

  Silencing her father’s “you’ll be going to hell for this” voice, she nodded. “I’ll do it, but no whips, severe pain, or bodily fluids.”

  Chapter 1

  “Tell me again. Why am I doing this?” Sloan looked at her cousin as Antony fluffed her freshly cut and styled strawberry blonde hair.

  She tried not to think about the blood red chemise that left more of her bare than it covered. The nearly transparent slip covered her from a fraction of an inch above her areolas to a few scant inches below the apex of her newly waxed pussy. If she took a deep breath or raised an arm above her waist, she would be exposing parts of herself that only her doctor had seen in the light.

  Instead, she focused on Jenna who was dressed in a gold velvet corset and mid thigh-length skirt. Her thigh-high black leather stiletto-heeled boots elevated her to tower over Sloan. With her long, wavy chestnut hair and gorgeous hourglass figure, she looked every inch the Domme she was.

  Jenna circled her once before stopping in front of her. “Because you’ve always wondered what it would be like. Consider it research for your next book. After this weekend, you will know what it’s like to be dominated by a man in bed. You’re also doing a great, big, giant favor for your cousins who appreciate it more than you’ll ever know.” Jenna brushed a loose strand of hair from her cheek. “Relax and enjoy this. It’s only forty-eight hours. Now hold out your hands.”

  Sloan swallowed hard as Jenna picked up something from the table. “Why?” she asked as she extended both arms in front of her.

  “These aren’t real, but they’ll complete the look.” Jenna wrapped a soft length of shiny gold material around each wrist. “A collar would be too much, but these make you look like what you are, a submissive woman in need of a Dom’s loving care.”

  Taking a step back, Jenna looked to the man who had, thus far, remained silent. “Antony? What do you think, pet?”

  Sloan colored as Antony looked her up and down. “She’s beautiful, Mistress. I’ll bet she’s the top moneymaker tonight. Everyone, male and female, will want a chance to break in such a sweet newbie.”

  “Mmm, I agree. And it’s time to see how high a price she’ll bring.”

  Sloan moved to step into the black pumps she’d found in the bag with her slip.

  “You won’t need those,” Antony murmured as he bent to pick them up.

  “I won’t?”

  “Subs don’t wear shoes. Antony will take them to the coat check area along with these.” Jenna held up a gold shawl and small black purse. “Your ID, cell phone, toothbrush and some money. And now, it’s time to join the party.”

  Jenna held out her hand. Sloan took it and allowed herself to be led from her cousin’s luxurious apartment to the foyer where they joined Antony in the private elevator.

  “Relax, sweetie. You’re going to have a blast,” Antony assured her as he pushed the button for the main floor of the club.

  Sloan took deep, steady breaths as the elevator descended. She reminded herself this would be an adventure she’d never forget, no matter how it turned out. Then she began to worry that no one would bid on her and she’d be left standing alone and rejected on the auction block.

  * * * *

  Dane Bennett edged them closer to the front of the crowd. Then he looked from the five women and two men anchored at various spots around the stage to the man leaning against him. Merlin Gates had held his heart, soul, and body for the last six years, and tonight, Dane wanted to give him something they’d discussed over the years, but had never actively pursued.

  “Choose one, pet.” He kissed the still damp temple of his lover, his submissive, the other half of his soul before nodding toward the stage.

  “Master?” Merlin looked up at him with wide eyes.

  Dane met his liquid brown eyes and smiled reassuringly. “Turning thirty is a milestone, and I want you to have something very special. We’ve talked about expanding our family over the years. Tonight we’ll test the theory that three can be more fun than two. Choose yourself a toy.”

  “But you’ve already done so much for me,” Merlin said, dropping his head and nuzzling his cheek into Dane’s shoulder. “You’ve been spoiling me all week in the name of my birthday.”

  Dane smiled but didn’t explain that the gifts were as much for himself as they were for his lover.

  Maybe redecorating his new office at the pediatric clinic with soundproof walls and new, extra heavy duty furniture had been over the top, but Dane wanted his man comfortable while he worked. He also wanted to be able to stop by and fuck him after hours without worrying whether the furniture would collapse under them.

  The new leathers he’d dressed him in earlier that evening fit his baby like a glove and highlighted his cute, tight butt and perfect-sized cock and balls just right. The fact that they snapped up the sides for quick removal was an added bonus.

  Merlin was five inches shorter than Dane’s six and a half feet, a lean, muscular package that fit into his arms perfectly. His golden blond hair was still damp, the curls tousled from their shower.

  After the auction, Dane planned to take his sub and his sub’s submissive upstairs to one of the rooms for a birthday flogging, followed by an intense three-way suck and fuck. His pet looked gorgeous, but Dane would not be denied an opportunity w
ith a woman, as well. Not tonight. Not when the thought of holding both his lover and a woman filled his shaft with blood and lust.

  Dane ran his hand down the other man’s muscular back. Reaching the top of his tight-fitting pants, he popped Merlin’s right ass cheek. “Are you refusing my gift, pet?” Merlin’s ass had to be tender from his pre-shower fuck.

  Merlin whimpered and burrowed deeper into Dane’s side. “No, Master. I’m sorry.”

  With two fingers, Dane lifted Merlin’s face until he could kiss him. Tracing the outline of his lips with the tip of his tongue, he pushed between them and kissed his man. A moment later, he broke the kiss and looked into deep brown eyes. “I want you to choose us a woman, baby. I want to make you happy.”

  * * * *

  Merlin Gates stared up at the man he loved more than anything in his life, even his ability to heal children, and fell in love all over again. From the moment he’d looked into those sky blue eyes that glowed with life and lust, he’d been a goner. He’d dated both men and women before meeting Dane, but since that first moment, he hadn’t looked at anyone else.

  Turning, he looked toward the stage. Seven people stood tethered with chains that ran from the handcuffs on their wrists to the floor. Each stood spotlighted. He dismissed the two men at once. Over the years they’d talked about trying a threesome, but their fantasies always included a woman, never another man. Turning his attention to the five who remained, he took a moment to examine each one. He went around the stage, then back. No matter how many times he looked away, one kept pulling at his attention.