A Club Esoteria Wedding [Club Esoteria 11] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Free Page A

day.
    She just wished he felt the same way.
    Wrapping her arms around her middle, she burst into tears.

Chapter 3
     
    Gentry entered Jenna’s garden behind the club warily. He did not want to be the one to bring Taurus the news, but his Lady was busy with the convention. Since he was the one who had found Whitney, the task had fallen to him.
    He found the club’s co-owner stalking around the path that circled the garden closest to the privacy fence. He was clearly deep in thought, so Gentry did not interrupt him. He moved toward the center of the garden and sat on the steps that led to the gazebo.
    It was twenty minutes and two phone calls from Jenna before Taurus finally acknowledged him. “What?” the Dom asked as he stalked across the garden.
    “I found her,” Gentry said simply, rising from the steps and falling to his knees. He winced as his knees hit the rocky path before assuming the slave position.
    “Where?”
    “The Sheraton downtown on the Trent River,” Gentry said to Taurus’s boots.
    He then held his breath until Taurus grunted and walked away. He waited until he heard the door slam open and then squeak as it shut again.
    Gentry slowly lifted his head and made sure Taurus was truly gone before he climbed to his feet. As he exited the garden, he made a mental note that the gate hinges needed to be oiled. But that could wait until tomorrow. For now, he needed to return to Mistress Jenna’s side and assure her that Taurus seemed to have made his decision and was off to track down his woman. Gentry only hoped he was not too late.
     
    * * * *
     
    Marching to his truck, Taurus swore as he patted his leather pants and realized he did not have his car keys. He raced inside to go upstairs. In the elevator he saw his reflection on the wall and decided he needed to change clothes as well unless he wanted the world to know what went on at Club Esoteria.
    Growling with impatience, he quickly changed into a pair of well-worn jeans and a green Henley shirt that Whitney had given him for Christmas. She said the color matched his eyes. After grabbing his wallet and keys, he spent several precious moments searching his desk. Finally, he found the two black velvet-covered jewelry boxes he had hidden more than a year before.
    Pulling on his leather jacket, he slipped the boxes into a pocket and headed out. It was time to go and find his woman.
     
    * * * *
     
    Once her tears slowed and stopped, Whitney curled up in the center of the bed and wondered what she should do next. She could not just lay here and wish for something that would never happen, for Taurus to admit he loved her and take their relationship to the next level. It was time to take her life back. But how?
    Her thoughts drifted for a while before they began to replay the past two years and all that Taurus had taught her. Before her first visit to Club Esoteria, she had known nothing about the BDSM lifestyle. At that point, all she truly understood was that she had never been satisfied with her sex life or her past boyfriends.
    Then Taurus entered her life and taught her not only about whips and chains and a dozen kinds of kink she had never heard of before, but also about her own unrecognized need to give over control of her body and her life to someone else. In all the months they had been together, he had pushed the horizons of her experiences, both sexual and otherwise. She had even figured out that though she loved writing and had an innate talent for it, she was just as happy planning events at the club such as collaring ceremonies or that weekend’s kink convention.
    As she thought back over some of the other things she had learned, her juices began to flow as her cunt clenched rhythmically. Then her clit began to tingle with growing need. All at once, a need to masturbate overwhelmed her.
    Though it felt wrong not to have her Master’s permission, Whitney stroked her left hand up her torso until it covered her breast. She gasped as the