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  MINDING MISTRESS

  Club Esotera 3

  Cooper McKenzie

  MENAGE AMOUR

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  MINDNIG MISTRESS

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  DEDICATION

  For our military worldwide – thanks for your service. And for those who serve at home in ways no one may ever know or understand.

  MINDING MISTRESS

  Club Esotera 3

  COOPER MCKENZIE

  Copyright © 2010

  Chapter 1

  Antony Ryan read the paper for the umpteenth time and sighed as he lifted his half-empty glass of sweet tea to his lips. The paper held his orders for a six-month tour to keep the waters around Kuwait free from terrorists, crazies, and drunken boaters. The last time he’d received such a paper he’d spent a year tooling around and around an island just off the coast of Kuwait on the military version of a luxury speedboat. Got a great tan and was bored out of his skull by the time he returned home again.

  But that was before, when he was single and looking for excitement. Now, he didn’t want to leave. He wanted to stay in New Bern. Working as a clerk in the Coast Guard recruitment office wasn’t a glamorous job, but it allowed him to go home to Mistress each night. What was he going to do without her for six months?

  “Have you told her yet?” Gentry Michaels asked.

  Gentry had been his best friend since high school. Though they took separate paths afterward, they’d stayed in close contact. Since Antony had been stationed back in New Bern where they’d grown up, the two men made it a point to get together every Friday afternoon for a pitcher of sweet tea and a basket of chili cheese fries with ranch dressing on the side. Then Antony would go home to his Mistress and Gentry to wherever Gentry went. Antony suspected he would return home to another night of cop show reruns and a bottle of lube to jack off while he dreamed of finding a mistress of his own.

  Gentry knew of his life with Mistress. Though he never said anything, Antony thought Gentry envied his ability to embrace his submissive side. Gentry had been there when Antony met Mistress a year and a half before.

  One Friday afternoon, Antony stopped by to pick him up for their Friday tea and fries. Gentry had been doing some carpentry work at Club Esoteria, the BDSM club Jenna co-owned with her cousin. Gentry had been contracted to build several pieces of specialized equipment Taurus wanted to expand the “toys” Esoteria offered its clients to play on.

  Antony had entered through the club’s backdoor as instructed and found himself face to face with a beautiful brunette wearing a short, tight black leather skirt and a gold velvet corset. The moment he saw her, he went hard. Harder than he’d been since his senior year in high school when Colleen Denning ordered him to fuck her long, hard, and deep.

  His cheeks had burned as Jenna’s gaze dropped to watch the front of his jeans tent out with his erection. She smiled with interest.

  “Call me if you dare,” she’d purred, tucking a business card into the waistband of his jeans.

  Antony swallowed and nodded, but said nothing else. He couldn’t. He was in shock.

  After bringing himself off several times that evening, he finally fell asleep. The next morning he had to come twice more before he could leave for work. He held off calling until lunchtime, but by the time the sun went down, he found himself kneeling before her, naked and begging for her to tell him what to do. He’d returned to the club the next night and the next and the next. By the end of the month, he had moved out of the boarding house he could barely afford and into her luxurious apartment just upstairs from the club. Except for the three weeks he’d gone away for training and an occasional weekend Coast Guard exercise, they’d spent every night together.

  “She knows they’re coming. I just didn’t expect to have to leave so soon. I hope I have time to work it out.”

  “Work what out?”

  “Work out who is going to take my place while I’m gone.” Antony folded the orders and put them in the back pocket of his jeans.

  “You’re going to find someone to be with your woman while you’re away?” Disbelief rang in Gentry’s voice.

  Antony looked at his friend. “Jenna’s not military. Sure she’s a Domme, but for all her strengths, she is one of the most fragile people I know. She needs someone here to take care of her. It’s not just about the sex, it’s…never mind. You wouldn’t understand.”

  “You love her.”

  “Of course
I love her, but more than that, I respect her. She’s not like any other woman I’ve ever met. I need to know someone is going to be there to take care of her in case…” He trailed off, not able to voice the possibility that he might not come back in the end of the six months.

  “So how are you going to find a guy who’s willing to play sex slave and nursemaid on a temporary basis to a Domme who owns a kink club? I guess you could put a notice in the paper. Or maybe on Craig’s List. Of course you’ll have to wade through a thousand and one crazies,” Gentry offered with a chuckle.

  “I have someone in mind. It’s a matter of convincing him that he would love life as a full-time submissive. Being part of a triad would be an interesting twist to his otherwise nonexistent sex life.” He stared into his iced tea instead of looking across the table at his friend.

  He’d spent the time since learning the orders were coming trying to think of someone to take his place in Jenna’s life. He’d sorted through the subs he knew from the club as well as his friends, both military and civilian. His choice always came back to one man.

  The only man he loved enough to share his bed and his woman with. He wasn’t sure if Gentry would feel the same way, but Antony had to try. He had to move fast if he wanted this to work. He only had three weeks before he was to deploy. Three weeks to train Gentry to be what Mistress needed. Three weeks to get Mistress to take his best friend on as her new slave. Three weeks to make sure the two people he loved most in this world would be happy together, both with and without him.

  “So who is the paragon of virtue you’re going to share your woman with?” Gentry asked as he raised his glass.

  After looking around the bar to make sure no one was too close to overhear his words, Antony waited until his friend swallowed before murmuring, “The only man I love enough to share Mistress with is you.”

  He watched Gentry choke even though his mouth was empty. His eyes grew impossibly wide. He opened his mouth but didn’t make a sound before closing it again. He tried again but still could not speak. Finally, after swallowing twice, he croaked, “What the hell are you talking about?”

  “Gentry, you’re a born submissive. Think about it. You like strong women. You like being told what to do and how to do it. You like serving your woman and being the caregiver in the relationship. Right?”

  * * * *

  Gentry listened and found himself nodding in agreement. Even as his cheeks reddened, his cock grew hard as steel. Antony had just described him to a T. He liked taking care of women, making them happy and serving them. He preferred to be told what to do, in the bedroom as well as out of it. Which may have been why he had such trouble finding a date.

  He thought back over his past sexual encounters. Not relationships since none had lasted more than a few weeks. Each woman had broken up with him after telling him they wanted more from a man. They wanted their partner to be big, strong, and dominant. They wanted a man to take control of all aspects of the relationship.

  At a couple of inches over six feet and wide as a door, Gentry had the big and strong down, but he, too, wanted someone to tell him what to do.

  Could he be submissive as Antony was saying?

  Damn skippy, his brain squealed in excitement.

  As soon as he realized Antony spoke the truth, the anxiety that always gripped him when thinking about dating, sex, and women rolled away.

  “I never thought of it that way, but I do like all those things you talked about. I just never met a woman who can appreciate those traits in a man,” he admitted softly, dropping his eye to his half-empty beer.

  Antony grinned. “I know a place where women would line up to spend an evening with you. Women who would tell you exactly what to do and how to do it. Women who would be happy to spank you, flog you, or play with your bits until you shoot so hard you pass out.”

  Gentry groaned as the front of his boxers grew damp from cock drool. What Antony suggested made him so horny. He glanced down at his lap. The wet had not penetrated his jeans yet, but it was only a matter of time. He would not be able to get out of the booth and walk to the parking lot without shooting off.

  He looked at his friend, his cheeks burning hot, and his eyes wide with near panic. “I don’t know if I can move.”

  Antony nodded as he passed him several paper napkins. “Turn your back to the room. Jerk off into the napkins. Then we’ll go to Esoteria and give you a taste of what your love life’s been missing.”

  Gentry stared at the man, heat rushing into his cheeks. “How did you know?” he asked softly as he shifted on the bench and faced the wall.

  Antony smiled a gentle expression that reassured him. “I’ve been there. So hard you can’t move without making a mess in your pants.” His voice grew harsher when he said, “Now get to it.”

  Gentry’s eyes widened even more as the need to come pulsed hard through his cock. He’d never been into guys, but Antony ordering him around added another layer to his need to come.

  Unzipping his slacks, he carefully pulled his hard, slimy cock free. He wrapped a napkin around the top half of his cock before looking at Antony again. “Do I have to?”

  Antony nodded.

  Closing his eyes, Gentry wrapped his hand around the base of his cock. It only took three strokes from base to tip and back again before the pressure built up just behind his scrotum tightened and pushed up through his balls to the shaft of his cock. He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and focused on not screaming, groaning, or making any other sounds of extreme pleasure as stream after stream of pearly white seed shot from the head of his cock.

  Once the orgasm eased its tight hold on his guts, he cleaned up, then tucked his cock away. Turning back, he sighed with relief as his knees wobbled under the table. If he felt this good after jerking off at the thought of a woman taking charge, what would he feel like if it happened in actuality? His cock twitched and surprised him as it began to grow hard again without first getting completely soft.

  He couldn’t look at his best friend, so he stared into his half-empty tea glass. “Do you think Jenna will like me?”

  Chapter 2

  Jenna Carter stepped out of the elevator with a sigh. The club had yet to open for the evening and already she was exhausted. Something had to be done. When she and Taurus opened this club, it had been fun, a challenge, and a giant joke. She’d agreed to handle the administrative end if he managed the club proper.

  If only she’d known what she was getting herself into. As much as she loved Esoteria and providing a safe place for those in the BDSM lifestyle to play their kink games, she hated her job. She’d thought more and more about hiring a manager to deal with all the shit she hated, but that would defeat the purpose of owning half of a sex club.

  Opening the door to her apartment, she took a deep breath and tried to relax. She refused to bring her crappy day home and spoil the short time she had with Antony before she had to return downstairs.

  “Pet, I’m home,” she called as she kicked off her stiletto heels.

  Stepping into the living room, she found Antony kneeling in his usual spot, halfway across the living room. As expected, he was naked with his legs spread wide and hands resting palms up on his thighs, his head lowered respectfully. His tall, muscular body looked so good. His deep brown skin, that had more to do with his mother’s Greek ancestry than it did spending time in the sun, highlighted every muscle and made her pussy clench just looking at him.

  Surprising her even more was to find he was not alone. A man knelt next to him with his head hung so low she could not see his face. His kneeling form wasn’t quite as perfect as Antony’s, but he was pleasing to the eye. Where her slave was dark and dreamy, this man was a pale golden god. His shoulders were broader and his upper body more muscular. Unlike Antony who waxed regularly, his groin was covered in honey-gold hair two shades darker than the golden curls on his head.

  “Antony? Did I know we were having company?” she asked as she slowly crossed to where the two me
n waited.

  “No, Mistress. It was a last minute decision.” Antony lifted his head to look at her with teal-colored eyes that always sent a shiver of lust through her. The color was so unexpected with his bronzed skin and onyx black hair.

  She fought the urge to sit down on his lap, slide onto his long, thick cock, and ride until all her cares disappeared. Instead, she quirked one eyebrow higher than the other. “Why?”

  “I got my orders today,” he whispered in a voice choked with emotion. “Six months in Kuwait.”

  Jenna nodded though her stomach clenched. “We knew this was coming. When do you leave?”

  Antony blinked before saying, “Three weeks.”

  Jenna gasped and took a step back, the pain that shot through her heart and her cunt nearly doubling her over. Closing her eyes, she took several slow, deep breaths. She had to stay in control. That was everything, especially with pet watching.

  “Three weeks.”

  “Yes, Mistress. I’m sorry. I wish…”

  Jenna took another deep breath. “No. Wishing for different won’t do any good. We knew this was going to happen. Do you want me to uncollar you before you go?” She looked to the gold and silver ring band that encircled his right ring finger. Inscribed inside the band were the words “Slave OWL by J.” She wore a matching band on the same finger though hers had no inscription.

  She was surprised when Antony leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her legs. He buried his head into her thighs even as he shook his head. “No, Mistress. Please don’t release me. I am your slave, your mate, your Antony. The only thing that will take me away from you is death.”

  “Shh, pet. It’s all right. I won’t release you,” she murmured as she brushed her fingers through his military-short black hair. “Now, who is this guest you’ve brought home with you?”

  “He’s a submissive I thought could take care of you in my absence. Just in case…”

  “You brought a replacement sub? A substitute? Do you think so little of yourself to believe that just anyone could replace my pet?” Jenna stepped back, forcing Antony to release her.