Club Esoteria 21

  Gunnar’s Submissive

  When her husband leaves on his latest business trip without telling her about it, Jillian Hall McNeil begins to think that her husband is planning to leave her and run away with his new assistant. After all, they’ve been married seven years, and he no longer seems interested in being her Master.

  Gunnar McNeil decided things need to change. He is spending too much time away from the woman he loves more than life itself. Planning to surprise her, he buys a ranch in central Texas and chooses a new direction for their lives. When Jillian’s father dies, he races home to be by her side, but is shocked by her assumptions and finds he must work to regain her submission.

  Does Gunnar have the seven-year itch to leave with his new assistant? Can Gunnar keep his surprise a secret? And why is he spending so much time in Texas?

  Genres: BDSM, Contemporary

  Length: 22,556

  GUNNAR’S SUBMISSIVE

  Club Esoteria 21

  Cooper McKenzie

  

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  A SIREN PUBLISHING BOOK

  Gunnar’s Submissive

  Copyright © 2019 by Cooper McKenzie

  ISBN: 978-1-64243-879-6

  First Publication: July 2019

  Cover design by Les Byerley

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Cooper McKenzie always thought she had been born a hundred years too late, though she appreciates air conditioning, computers, and other conveniences of modern-day life. She lives in central Texas with her mixed breed companion, Honey, the Princess Fuzzybutt.

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  GUNNAR’S SUBMISSIVE

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Epilogue

  GUNNAR’S SUBMISSIVE

  Club Esoteria 21

  COOPER MCKENZIE

  Copyright © 2019

  Chapter One

  “Strip,” he said as soon as she stepped through the front door.

  Jillian Hall McNeil blinked several times to adjust to the dimmer indoor lighting. Once she could see clearly, she took in Master G’s leather pants and cowboy boots, as well as the way he stood with feet shoulder-width apart and heavily muscled arms crossed over his wide, golden fur-covered chest.

  Without a word of question or protest, Jillian laid her briefcase and purse on the table by the front door. Taking a deep breath, she released the hell of her day and slipped into her submissive mindset. The state of mind that gave Gunnar McNeil, her husband and Master, total control over her body, heart, and soul.

  As she stripped out of the business suit she’d worn to work that morning, Jillian felt herself grow damp. All it took was Gunnar to drop his voice into what she called his “Master tone,” or to take the stance he now held, and her being prepared itself for whatever he would ask of her. Her mind shifted, her pussy dampened, her nipples beaded.

  After stripping off her gray suit and the navy-blue blouse she’d worn with it, Jillian laid them on top of her briefcase. She then glanced at Gunnar for further instructions. When he merely raised an eyebrow, she continued, pulling her chemise over her head and folding it neatly, as well. Her bra and panties joined the pile.

  Once she was naked, she took a breath, crossed the hall and knelt at his feet, taking up the slave position she knew so well.

  “Good girl,” he said.

  His deep, dark voice flowed over her like warm molasses. A shiver started at the base of her skull and raced down her spine when he reached down and pushed the fingers of one hand through her hair. His other hand reached behind her head and worked the hairpins out of her hair so that it fell down her back, an auburn waterfall of curls.

  With each breath, Jillian found herself slipping further under his spell, until her will was no longer her own, but his. As it had been from their first evening together, he knew exactly what to do and say to turn her fully to his will.

  Her hairpins went into his pocket, and then he opened the front of his pants. Pushing them down just far enough to free his cock and balls, he used the hand in her hair to guide her mouth to the tip of his cock.

  She did not need words to know what he wanted. After eight years together as Master and submissive, and nearly seven as man and wife, she thought she knew him as well as she knew herself. Licking her lips, she extended her tongue and swirled the tip around the head of his erection.

  “Mmmm,” she breathed.

  She savored the flavor of his precum that pearled up at the tip before parting her lips further and taking just the head of his cock between them. Sucking gently, she looked up into his deep brown eyes as she slowly took more and more of his length in. As she watched, his eyelids grew heavy, and she could see the want and need in them.

  Sliding all the way to the base, she sucked lightly as she began to slowly move up and down his length. Her own fluids overflowed, dampening her cunt and thighs as she gave her Master pleasure. She had lost count of the number of times she had orgasmed while just sucking on his ten-inch cock without any further stimulus.

  Apparently today was not to be that day.

  Master G tightened his hold on her skull to hold it still as he stepped back and pulled free of her mouth. “Damn, you’re just too good at that, baby,” he said as he bent and easily lifted her to her feet.

  But he did not stop there. In a show of strength that still impressed the hell out of her, he lifted her over one shoulder. After slapping her ass twice, once on each cheek, he wrapped a hand around her ass to hold her securely as he carried her through the house to the guest bedroom.

  He moved quickly, tossing her onto the queen-size bed so she ended up on her belly. Before she could move, he wrapped her arms in the wrist cuffs that were already attached to the headboard. He then moved to her feet and before she knew what was happening, Jillian found herself secured face down across the mattress that had been stripped of everything but its fitted sheet.

  Apparently, Master G had planned this interlude as the room was lit only by candles, and her favorite music was playing softly in the background. Turning her head, she watched as her man stripped off his own clothing before he walked around the bed to the dresser where he apparently had already laid out a number of toys.

  She sucked in a slow, deep breath when he stepped into view again carrying a length of black silk. Without a word, he tied it around her head, robbing her of sight. She thought he moved away from the bed, but could not hear him move around the room.

  She jerked, her entire body going tense, when Master G brushed a kiss on the back of her shoulder. “Relax, baby. I’m going to make you feel so good,” he murmured, his dark tone sending more shivers through her. “Now turn your head the other way.”

  Taking in another breath, Jillian tried to relax, knowing without a doubt that Master G would follow through. By the time he released her from her bonds, she would no doubt be the human equivalent of a puddle of goo melted into the middle of the bed.

  After that Jillian lost track of everything except what her man did to her body. By the time he released her ankles and wrists from their bonds, he had used hands, lips, teeth, tongue, and a variety of implements to drive her to the edge of orgasmic insanity then keep her poised there, unable to fall over the cliff’s edge, but unable to back away either.

  She could only beg for release when he finally lifted her hips and slid a large pillow beneath them. This stretched her in a way that she could not move in any direction as he crawled onto the mattress between her widespread legs. She felt his heat as he moved closer, and moaned out her need as the tip of his cock traced from the top of her cleft down over her back hole, through the wide open wetness of her cunt and up to her clit. He stroked up and down, drawing her attention to that small touch, tilting her hips to try and capture him.

  She was panting, trying to mentally encourage him into pushing that big, beautiful cock into her cunt, though she knew that was impossible. Master G did what he wanted, when he wanted. Begging would only draw out the sexual torture, so she forced herself to remain silent.

  A moment later, she sucked in a breath as he surged in, pushing the full length of his cock into her in one stroke. That simple act sent her careening over the edge she had been teetering on for what felt like an eternity. She screamed loud and long as she fell into an orgasm so intense, every muscle in her body tensed. He drove into her again and again, drawing out the orgasm until she was lost in the firestorm. She was on the verge of begging for a break when he pressed even deeper and froze. She felt his cock grow thicker and then pulse as he filled her with his seed.

  He laid down over her for a moment before easing free and leaving the bed. A moment later, he used a warm, wet cloth to clean her up before releasing her bonds. He did not, however, take off her blindfold, which meant he wanted it left in place. She cooperated as best she could as he used another cloth to wipe her sweat-dampened body, then dried her off again.

  She knew he was fighting his own body’s need for a nap as he picked her up from the bed and carried her from that room. She was nearly asleep when he laid her on another bed before crawling in with her and pulling the covers over them both. From the soft sheets and warm blanket, she knew they were now in their own bed.

  “I love you, baby,” he whispered just before kissing her gently.

  “Love you, Master,” she murmured before sleep rolled over her like a wild wave at the beach.

  Chapter Two

  The next morning, Jillian rolled over with a smile, which faltered and fell as soon as she saw the suitcase sitting by the door to the hall. His suitcase. The highly touted, leather wheelie carry-on she had bought him for Christmas two years ago because his previous one had come back from a trip with a missing wheel and broken zipper.

  So, Gunnar would be leaving her. Again. His fourth business trip in six weeks. Only this time he had not warned her of his departure beforehand. She should have known something was up when he’d gone all Master G on her the night before.

  Jillian was tempted to hide the damn suitcase. Or take it to the backyard and set fire to it. Anything to keep him home, even though she knew not having a suitcase would not force him to cancel his trip.

  Making the suitcase disappear would not solve the problems she and Gunnar had, but were not addressing. Forces outside their house—her job, his job, and her father—were coming between them, forcing them to spend less and less time together these past months and years. She should be grateful for the time they’d spent the night before, but she couldn’t help but be envious of the new woman in Gunnar’s life. The woman he spent all his days with, and who accompanied him on these trips.

  Monica Hayes, the new VP of Gunnar Enterprises.

  Jillian just wished she knew what she could do to get back the man she had fallen in love with eight years before. The big Daddy dominant Viking who had swept her off her feet the night her best friend had dragged her to Club Esoteria for her birthday. Since going back in time was not an option, she would just have to figure out how to move forward and somehow make Gunnar understand she needed him with her, or she needed to go with him.

  Hmmm, maybe that was the answer. Problem was, the duties of her position as the president and CEO of Hall Industries kept her in New Bern, North Carolina, thus unable to travel with him.

  Before she could make good on her vow to destroy his suitcase, Gunnar stepped out of the bathroom. He was dressed in jeans, a McNeil Enterprises polo shirt, and sneakers, the comfortable clothes he wore when traveling. As always when seeing her man, Jillian’s heart skipped a beat.

  “Oh, good, you’re awake,” he said as he crossed to the side of the bed.

  Jillian rose from the bed and into his arms, closing her eyes in gratitude for this big man who had loved her so well for the past eight years. It was only the past couple of months that she had begun to question his loyalty, and kicked herself for doing so. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she held on tight, resting her head on his shoulder and melting a little deeper into his embrace.

  She would happily stay right there cuddling for the next fifty years though she already knew it wasn’t possible. When a horn blew outside, she sighed. Gunner kissed the top of her head before pulling his arms from around her, leaving her feeling cold and alone.

  “Where are you going this time?” she asked, hoping he didn’t hear the bitter tone that colored her voice.

  Apparently, he was too caught up in fitting his briefcase on the carry-on handle to notice. “Texas. A series of meetings and a dinner for the employees of McNeil Austin. I’ll have my phone if anything happens with your dad.”

  Jillian nodded her understanding, but did not respond to his unspoken instructions. She was not to call unless something happened with her father.

  The doctors had done all they could, but between the aggressive Alzheimer’s disease that had been diagnosed shortly after they’d met, and his newly discovered stomach cancer, they did not expect him to last the rest of the month. It was only a matter of time before her phone would ring with word that Lucas Hall had died.

  “Behave yourself, baby. I love you,” Gunnar said as the horn outside sounded again.

  He did not tell her when he was coming back, which was not surprising. The last few trips when he said one thing, he had been held over for days longer due to complications only he could deal with.

  She watched through tear-filled eyes as he picked up his suitcase and headed out of the bedroom. Yes, Master,” she murmured as he walked out of sight. “I love you.”

  Hurrying to the living room window, she hid behind the curtains and watched until the black town car was out of sight. Then she turned and ran into the kitchen.

  Balling up her fists, she rested them on the counter as tears began to flow. Feeling the anger, sadness, and frustration well up, she began to scream and cry while she beat the sides of her fists on the black granite countertops, releasing all the conflicting emotions the fastest, easiest way she knew how. By the time the firestorm passed, her voice was gone, her sinuses clogged, and the sides of her hands bruised and hurting. But the balloon of dark emotion had deflated, leaving her feeling lighter, though very, very alone.

  After wiping up the puddle of tears from the counter, Jillian staggered out of the kitchen and down the hall to their bedroom. Her hands hurt, but the ache was nothing compared to the pain in her heart. Going into Gunnar’s closet, she pulled out the white Oxford shirt he had worn the day before. Holding it to her face and taking a deep breath, the barbed wire wrapped around her heart eased slightly as his scent filled her lungs. Jillian did not think as she slipped the shirt on and quickly buttoned it up.

  The shirt hung on her, covering her body to midthigh, and the sleeves covering her hands. She took a moment to roll the sleeves up several times and then turned and walked out of Gunnar’s closet. Crossing to the bed, she pulled back the covers and crawled in. She would call in to the office and tell them she wasn’t coming in…later.

  Or maybe she’d throw herself into work while he was gone. If she made herself sick, it would serve Gunnar right for neglecting her. Closing her eyes, she curled into a ball and forced all thoughts away, hoping to sleep for a bit longer, like until Gunnar came home again.

  When the house phone rang, she ignored it. A moment after it went silent again, she heard her cellphone ring with Gunnar’s ringtone. But the phone was in the living room where she’d left it, and she wasn’t planning to leave the bed any time soon.

  Pulling in a deep breath, she sighed as she curled tighter into herself. For the first time in years, she deliberately disobeyed Master Gunnar’s rule to always, always, always answer the phone when he called.

  * * * *

  Gunnar frowned at his phone when Jillian’s cellphone went to voicemail. He’d called the house and got the machine first, but she knew it was a punishing offense to not answer her cell. Since he’d only been gone ten minutes, he assumed she was in the shower and did not hear the ah-oo-ga siren tone that signaled his and only his calls.

 

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