The final influencing factor of Jayden’s decision had come from their recap the previous weekend. Catherine had expressed an interest in acting out a rape fantasy. While he desired for them to explore all of their fantasies together that was one he couldn’t in good conscience even think to entertain at the current point in their arrangement. He was willing to file it away for later to be revisited at a future date when her mind was in a healthier place, and he’d told her as much.
Jayden wasn’t the therapist Landon Michaels was.
Landon was a longtime friend of Jayden’s who happened to be a psychiatrist. He was also a fellow Dom. A sense of ease washed over him when the idea occurred to give Landon a call on Monday. If his hunches regarding Catherine were correct, he was going to ask if Landon would be willing to take Catherine on as a patient. At the very least, Jayden needed to talk to Landon for his own ease of mind. If Landon agreed with him, then next weekend he would inform her of his request when they had their usual Sunday talk – where they recapped the weekend, coordinated their calendars for the next week, and made any needed adjustments to their limits lists.
Knowing their next weekend was going to be more intense than normal, Jayden was going to forgo the therapy session this weekend in lieu of something more sensual for their playtime. With a final check of his preparations, he reclined in the dim, flickering light to wait for Micah to deliver Catherine to him.
~oOo~
Earning Catherine’s Trust
Catherine was still stunned. Had she hoped to be collared by her Sir?
Yes
. Had she expected him to offer so soon?
Not a chance in hell.
Could she trust him?
After the past weekend, she was confident she could.
Restless and fidgety, Catherine was perched in the backseat wishing Micah would drive faster. After a week filled with one bad thing after another, she had hit her mental limit, and she was desperate to see her Master so she could forget everything else.
The central heating unit in her apartment hadn’t responded to the winterizing protocol attempted by maintenance, leaving her with no air for the last two days – hot or cold. The secretary job she’d thought was going to be offered to her fell through when the lady Catherine had been covering changed her mind about coming back to work, meaning Catherine was still at the mercy of the temp agency for income. To top it all off, she also hadn’t been feeling great; but with no health insurance, she wasn’t going to spend money to go in and complain about needing to pee and an aching back. Perhaps it was her clouded head, but just as she didn’t feel right spending her own money on something so trivial she didn’t think it was necessary for Master to do either.
Catherine was convinced she just needed a weekend with her Master. He would take her into the playroom and make all her stress go away through his impeccable knowledge of all things sex. Then she would sleep better, and her health would resolve itself.
The last month had been indescribable to Catherine. She’d been concerned about holding up her end of the bargain regarding ‘therapy,’ but Master had found a way around her fears. His tactics relaxed her, and helped her feel safe enough to talk. More than anything they had done thus far; her therapy sessions each week had built the most trust in her heart toward her Master.
Master.
The word still sent a thrill through her.
Now, if Micah would drive just a little bit faster, she could be on her way to feeling Master’s healing touch that much sooner.
The moment the Town Car slipped through the now familiar iron gates with the decorative steel shaped into curling tendrils like the beckoning fingers of a lover, Catherine pulled her copy of the house key from her purse and held it in a firm grip. Master had entrusted her with it just last weekend, telling her that from now on she was to let herself in, visit her room for any last minute grooming needs, and then proceed to the playroom with her journal to strip and kneel.
Inhaling a deep breath and closing her emerald eyes, she let the air out to a count of ten while waiting for the cessation of movement. Her eyes opened with the soft click of the door. Micah tipped his head when she passed, wishing her a pleasurable weekend with a longing look.
Closing the distance to the front door, Catherine wondered when, or if, Master would include Micah in their playtime. She was a tad surprised to find her body responding in a positive fashion to the idea, warmth spreading outward from her stomach. Of course, it could also have been the fact that she now had the key in the lock and was entering her private world; her personal escape where nothing else mattered but pleasing her Master.
Inside Catherine traversed the curved staircase, the metalwork of the banister still delighting her with new hidden discoveries each time she looked at it. She placed her purse on the bed, and then stepped into the bathroom to strip off everything except her pearl collar, which never came off by her hand, and used the toilet. Washed, and with a final check that her wavy, red locks were still tight in their neat braid, she slipped into a sheer robe for the short trek to the bottom floor, and snatched the book from her purse.
Humming softly under her breath, Catherine crossed the threshold of the playroom door, tugging off her robe at the same time. Stretching her body, she hung the robe.
Catherine’s arms came to her side, and then clasped the journal in front of her. Her nipples were already pebbling from the unusual coolness of the room, but when she turned and noticed the bank of lit candles adjacent to the leather padded table, they contracted with a sharpness that elicited the hint of a whimper from her.
“Does the atmosphere excite you, slut?”
Master’s voice was just above a whisper, yet it surrounded Catherine, and cocooned her with his practiced control while startling her at the same time. She hadn’t expected him to be there waiting, but it was a nice surprise that they were going to get into it straight away. Master would be strong for her – she didn’t have to be anymore.
Catherine fell to her knees in supplication, she laid the journal on the ground, and her eyes dropped to the floor in relief. Didn’t he know that it was him that excited her? Without Master’s permission to speak, she waited to answer him with her service. He didn’t make her wait long.
“So pretty to look at. Come to me, Catherine. I want to see your tits swing as you crawl,” he commanded, and she obeyed.
The polished wood was cold and hard beneath Catherine’s hands and knees, keeping her grounded and letting her know she wasn’t dreaming. Under the veil of dim lighting, she felt exposed. It excited her not knowing if she and Master were alone in the shadows while she crawled forward.
When she reached him she stilled, and awaited his next command.
Master’s hand reached out to stroke her head following the length of her ruby braid until he closed around the end. With a firm tug, he pulled her head back. His lips found hers, and she fought to hold herself in check while he explored them, licking and biting until he slipped his tongue between her puffy lips, kissing her with a depth that made her toes tingle. When his grip on her hair tightened, forcing her to gasp, he devoured even more of her mouth, plunging his tongue even deeper.
Panting, he pulled back with an abruptness that startled them both.
“Fucking hell, Catherine!”
For the briefest of seconds, she thought he might be upset with her, but then he flopped back against the chair and his engorged cock came into view; glistening steel calling to her.
His chuckle was almost sinister. “Does my pet want a treat? You may answer.”
“This girl would truly appreciate whatever her Master feels she is deserving of,” she answered. Her voice was husky and laden with need.
“We are going to try something new this evening, Jewel. I think it is time to begin expanding your horizons.”
The bank of candles flickered off to Catherine’s left. She’d indicated an interest in candling – wax play – but right now her nipples ached from the extreme cold temperature of the room. She was pretty sure Master had turned down the air, thus making it frigid in the playroom. The idea of hot wax hitting her icy nipples, or anywhere the goose bumps marred her skin, excited and terrified her. When her Master spoke again, the words caused dampness to bubble from the cleft of her freshly-shaved lower lips.
~*~
In tandem, Catherine sank back on her heels while Master stood up teasing her with his aching cock. She could sense the want coming off of him as strong desperation to push into her mouth. She would be more than happy to choke around his girth – he just had to give the word.
“You indicated a curiosity in same sex play,” he stated with a practical air while he squatted beside her, his fingers seeking her wetness.
Catherine emitted a soft moan when Master jabbed them upward, then pulled them away leaving her wanting more. Her mouth parted with willingness when he pressed the slick digits against her tongue.
“You’ve tasted your own sweet flavor many times.” His fingers disappeared, and the head of his cock took their place upon her greedy lips.
Catherine noticed straight off that his cock tasted different. Master’s unique flavor met her palette first, but was soon replaced by a musky sweetness not unlike her own. A flare of jealousy flickered in her gut despite knowing that she was not Master’s lone pet.
“Now you are tasting another woman, Catherine. Suck her off me; clean her pussy from my cock.” Jayden moaned out while perpetuating a rocking of his hips so that his cock slid in and out of her puckered mouth.
~~~Chapter 11~~~
Jayden’s Multiple Partners
Catherine had upheld her end by sharing with him; it was now Jayden’s turn to uphold his promise to guide her to unknown sexual boundaries, beginning with her curiosity to be with another woman.
Once all of his business for the day had been handled, Jayden had called Samantha into his office. Obedient as ever, she’d come in with her notepad in hand ready to take care of whatever he asked her to do.
However, what Jayden needed didn’t involve paper and pen but Samantha’s pussy – or the sticky fluid it could provide to be more exact.
Leaning back in his chair with his fingers in a steeple under his chin, Jayden stared at Samantha with a firm look. After a moment of his silence, he saw the dawning in her eyes.
Nothing was said when Samantha set her supplies down on the corner of his desk and went into the playroom. Jayden gave her ten minutes and then followed her in.
Seeing how perfect her presentation was reminded Jayden why he had almost offered her a collar at one point, but then he also remembered that they weren’t compatible enough for that level of commitment. Samantha would never like the level of pain Jayden thrived on giving, so while they could find temporary satisfaction in each other, she would never give him her full submission. The arrangement had always worked for them, but a little voice was rambling in Jayden’s mind warning him those days were probably coming to a close.
Even now, Jayden had no deep seated need to have a session right at this moment. He knew he was about to use Samantha.
She was quiet while he walked around her stroking her hair and pinching her nipples while he checked her form. When his fingers found her waxed mound and pressed inside her, his cock began to grow at the wetness he found. Her readiness surprised Jayden because he usually had to play with Samantha before he got these results unless they had pre-planned a session and she knew to prepare.
“Is my kitten needy?”
“Yes, Mas – Sir.”
At Samantha’s slip, Jayden moved with haste to the cupboards, upset with himself at having forgotten. He slid open the velvet lined drawer which held the simple platinum linked chain. While she was not officially collared by him, he kept the choker here for her to feel more settled during their scenes. It was symbolic and offered her comfort and security when she submitted to him so he allowed it.
Once Jayden had it in place, her shoulders relaxed which set him at ease and allowed him to get into the scene. Over the next couple of hours, Jayden ordered her to service him with her mouth until he was almost ready to come, and then he returned the favor after laying her backward over the whipping bench.
Samantha was quite flexible and there was something about the way her sex presented itself with the piece of furniture digging into her back that made it a pure delight to go down on her.
Jayden kept the touch and licks of his tongue on the surface knowing how creamy Samantha would get from just her outer lips and clitoris being loved. By resisting pushing anything inside of her, he knew that when the time came he would be rewarded for his efforts with ‘girl-come’ that was thick and sticky – and perfect for coating his cock.
While Samantha was clenching and begging for him to let her come, he denied her, choosing instead to flip her over and give her backside a light glow with his flogger.
The mild impact play and her whimpers were what Jayden needed for his cock to come to full attention and demand to be sunk into the sloppy mess he’d pushed Samantha into creating between her legs. Which he did the moment he’d dropped the flogger.
Jayden pounded into her with no recourse, but to seek both of their orgasms, and the squelching sound that filled the room told him her pussy was in just the state he needed it. Soon he could feel her inner walls start to flutter as her juices began oozing out of her each time he pulled back.