“You may come, kitten. Let go,” he whispered.
“Thank you, Master!” Samantha cried, and her body convulsed around him, squeezing him while she came all over him.
When she slumped against the bench, Jayden pulled his still hard cock out of her, and set about calming Samantha.
He lifted and carried her to the en suite where he helped keep her steady and washed her down with a wash cloth. Jayden was gentle but distant as he rubbed arnica cream over the red areas left by the flogger.
“What about you, Sir?” she whispered while her smoky eyes caught his in the mirror.
Jayden looked down at his now limp cock. “I’m good, Samantha. Thank you. You did very well this afternoon. Let’s call it a week and get out of here.”
She held his gaze a little longer and he wondered if she was going to say anything else, but Samantha just nodded before turning to dress and leave – after a curtsy and a heart-felt thank you.
It didn’t dawn on Jayden until later why Samantha had seemed so surprised and grateful for the afternoon’s session. It had been the first time he’d touched her since the morning Catherine had called his office and scheduled her way into his life.
Looking down to where Catherine lapped and slurped along his length with eagerness, Jayden couldn’t have been happier that she had.
“Do you like that, slut?” he goaded her. “Does the tang of another cunt make you hungry for more? Maybe next time instead of just a taste, I’ll let you eat it right from the source,” Jayden gritted out fighting himself to move his hips in slow, long pulses.
With each thrust forward, he nudged against Catherine’s throat, feeling her relaxing into the mouth fucking. When Jayden felt she was ready for more, he rocked forward again, and this time when he hit her throat, instead of pulling back, he pushed forward.
Jayden had been prepared for her to be surprised and try to pull away so he had tightened the grip he had on her hair while he pushed. Sure enough, she choked, her eyes brimming with tears, and Catherine tried to pull back. He held her impaled on his cock and talked her through the discomfort.
“You please me so, Jewel. Breathe through your nose and relax your lower jaw. There ya go.” He continued to praise and encourage Catherine, and was pleased when the panic disappeared from her eyes and he felt her relax around him like he’d instructed.
When Catherine relaxed and gave into him, Jayden withdrew a couple of inches allowing her to get some fresh air before he pushed forward again, working his length into her throat over and over. Each time, she breathed through the mild choking, Jayden cooed words of praise at her, and Catherine’s eyes flared a deep-emerald with adoration.
Enthralled by her enthusiasm, he resisted staring at her lips around him, choosing to close his eyes and think of other things. He reviewed his schedule for Monday. Then he flashed to how Samantha’s mouth had felt around him that morning – nowhere near as good as what he was currently feeling – warm, wet . . .
“Swallow, pet!” Jayden cried out, losing the fight to his body’s need for release.
At Jayden’s feet, Catherine’s eyes rolled back while he filled her mouth. She continued to nurse on him, freeing the remnants of his orgasm from within, and then licked him clean before allowing him to slip from her mouth. Catherine settled back onto her heels, but fidgeted under Jayden’s gaze.
“Color, pet?” Jayden asked, her discomfort apparent to him.
Catherine’s eyes dropped to the floor, and Jayden could see her body slump in the candlelight.
“Catherine?” he asked, his tone now softer and alarmed.
“Yellow, Master,” she murmured.
Jayden was surprised, but kept it hidden from his expression while he sat back down in the chair and indicated Catherine should come forward and rest her head on his thigh. Petting her head with soothing strokes, he asked her to explain what concerned her.
“This girl needs to use the restroom, Master.”
“Weren’t you required to take care of that before entering my playroom?” Jayden asked, his voice sharpening.
“Aye, Master. This girl did relieve herself prior to coming down here. Also right before Micah picked this girl up,” Catherine explained.
Jayden could tell from the inward curl of her body that Catherine wasn’t being a bratty sub, but truly had an issue with her bladder. With a heavy sigh Jayden excused her to use the bathroom knowing they were done for tonight. While she was gone, he pulled his cotton sleep pants on which had been stored in a cubby by the door, extinguished the candles, and adjusted the thermostat – the temperature play scene he’d planned would have to be done later.
When she came back out a few minutes later, her frustration radiated off of her, and he opened his arms to her.
~oOo~
Catherine Yellows
Catherine shuffled over, and wanted to cry and scream when he wrapped his understanding arms around her. She didn’t even understand how could he?
“Let me guess?” Master began, guiding her over to the wide leather recliner. He lowered himself down first, and then pulled her into his lap. “Lower back pain, heightened arousal, sudden need to urinate only to not do much of anything except tingle when you go?”
Catherine’s eyes darted up to meet her Master’s in surprise. “How did you know?”
He let out a soft chuckle and cupped her cheek. “I should have thought of it sooner with your down time.” His eyes met hers in silent understanding.
Not once had Master ever accused her of running from her past or hiding from the lifestyle. He had convinced her to think of her year off as just that: time off. A vacation.
Jayden cleared his throat. “Anyways, the length of your inactivity paired with a vigorous return to feeding your –
our –
sexual appetites has been too much for your system. I’m sorry, my jewel, but no more scening this weekend.”
Catherine still wasn’t sure what his diagnosis was. Master explained that he wanted her to see a doctor, and all she could hear was her mind telling her she was in trouble – she felt too comfortable right where she was. Master was too good a man for her to see him as just her Dom.
Should Catherine have called “Red” at that moment of realization when she knew her feelings would one day move past platonic? Perhaps she should have, but she couldn’t. What she could do was bury her burgeoning feelings and continue to make her Master proud.
~~~Chapter 12~~~
Doctor’s Orders
Jayden was irritable, and had no one to blame but himself.
With his failure to not think about the sudden change in Catherine’s body chemistry due to the increased sexual activity, Jayden felt like he’d let her down. Not wanting her to wait another day for confirmation to get started on the antibiotics she needed, he’d put in a call to Dr. Holly Ellison, a highly respected Domme at the club and OB/Gyn to most of the female members, right after he’d realized what was wrong with Catherine Friday night.
Once Jayden had Holly’s word that she’d come out to the house Saturday morning, he had proceeded with a simplified round of brush therapy with Catherine. He didn’t take it so far as spanking, just had her kneel naked between his parted legs while he brushed and braided her hair. None of his questions ventured to the topic of her past with Spencer; rather he stayed focused on Catherine and her present.
Jayden also made a mental note to follow up with her punishment for her breach in contract, later when she was healed. Catherine should have called him earlier in the week when her symptoms had first begun. He didn’t like having to explain a second time that her health was of his utmost concern in addition to her creature comforts, but he couldn’t bring himself to punish her right now while she was in distress.
Again he’d asked Catherine to move in, and again she’d declined, her consolation to him being that he could cover the future cost of any major repairs that might surface.
He’d continued to brush, listening to her purr under his touch while he asked why she hadn’t been to the doctor yet. Confused by her answer of, “I don’t have one yet” when she had to see one prior to coming to the club, he prodded her.
“It’s not too complicated, Master. This girl had decided about six months before she worked up the courage to go to the club that she needed back in.” Catherine sucked in a jagged gasp of air, and Jayden kept brushing.
For the next few hours she’d talked . . .
The floodgates had been opened, and Jayden didn’t correct her when she dropped the distant third person he had always preferred his submissives use. Jayden relished her use of ‘me’ and ‘I’ while Catherine worked her way deeper into his psyche without either of their knowledge or consent.
She explained how she had researched the local lifestyle options and chose Dungeons and Dreams for their strict alcohol and safety protocols. The way she made herself set aside at least fifteen percent of every check she managed to earn through the temp agency was admirable. Catherine had designated those funds for a self-pay trip to a clinic with lab work, the entry fee for the club, and a new set of toys and clothes for the night at the club. All of her eggs had gone into one basket so to speak.
“What would you have done if we hadn’t met, or if you hadn’t met any Dom for that matter?”
“Well, chances are I would’ve spent a couple of days depressed, and frustrated,” she offered him a shy smile, “and then I would have gone right back to saving up enough to do it again.” Catherine looked up, locking their stares, “I don’t have a choice, Master. I need this to breathe, to feel alive.”
Jayden ended their discussion with a searing kiss before tucking them into separate beds.
~*~
With the new day, Holly came to visit as promised. She swept into the house in doctor mode like she owned the place with her Domme persona not far behind. Her
café-au-lait
skin was flawless, her black hair coiffed to perfection, and her outfit more professional than a Saturday morning called for. However, with her easy-going attitude and constant smile, Catherine was soon won over.
The exam had been performed in the playroom since the padded table happened to have a set of stirrups hidden at the ends, in addition to the fact that the lighting system in there was better than anywhere else in the house.
Holly had been her usual chatty self as she set up everything, and it had done Jayden’s heart good to see how many times she’d made Catherine laugh. Once she got down to performing the exam, the room quieted while Holly concentrated.
Sure enough, Catherine had a UTI and was put on antibiotics – and taken off of sex for the next two weeks, minimum. In her professional opinion, the good doctor felt four weeks would be better, but understood that was unlikely to happen. Jayden thanked her with a wicked grin while promising to behave.
“Now for the bad news,” Holly threw out while Catherine was pulling her clothes back on.
“Bad news?” Catherine’s eyes darkened as they flickered to Jayden.
He went to her and wrapped her in his embrace. “What’s up, Holly?”
“It looks like there’s quite a bit of scar tissue inside you, Catherine. Do you know what might have caused it?”
While Holly’s voice was nothing but gentle, Jayden couldn’t miss Catherine’s instant reaction to the question as she tensed and then trembled in his hold.
Catherine nodded, her voice frozen.
“How bad is it, and why is it a concern?” he asked in an attempt to navigate the conversation on Catherine’s behalf.
Holly moved toward them and laid her hand on Catherine’s forearm. “It’s hard to say for sure in these conditions, but I would like you to come see me at the office sometime soon for a formal exam – with x-rays and an ultrasound.”
Again Catherine nodded, mute.
“Are you aware that if the scarring is as bad as I think it is, there’s a very good chance you might not be able to have children?”
Wetness splashed onto his arm as Catherine’s tears began to fall.
This news shouldn’t have mattered to Jayden since he never planned on having children, but hearing the words had rocked Catherine hard without a doubt. She was young and would someday want to be a mother – after all, wasn’t that what every girl grew up dreaming of? He could only bring himself to say one thing: “How?”
Catherine turned in his arms, but she kept her eyes down. “Ca-cane.” Her stuttered reply had Jayden running to the bathroom to dry-heave.
Later, after she had calmed down, Catherine escorted Holly to the door. While they walked, Jayden overheard Holly encouraging Catherine to call on her if she ever needed anything, including a listening ear.
~*~
On Sunday, Jayden insisted Catherine use the day to rest. He didn’t want her worrying about anything but getting better, and he thought he had been quite reasonable in his explanation, “The sooner you are well again, the sooner I can feast on your creamy sweetness.”
Jayden had come to the conclusion that the damage didn’t matter, Catherine was still the most beautiful woman he’d had the pleasure of calling his, and he refused to treat her any differently in light of the new information.
Six o’clock rolling around was bittersweet. Catherine didn’t seem to be ready to go any more than Jayden was ready to let her go. They both felt cheated of the weekend release they’d come to take for granted in such a short time.