Laying her head down, she watched Micah work. Her hand still gripped the base of Master’s cock, and each time Micah descended far enough to let his lips bump against her hand, she shuddered.
“Do you like what you see, Catherine?”
She pulled her eyes away from Micah’s stretched mouth to look up. Master’s eyes bore into her, but she could tell he was having trouble not giving in to the attention being paid to his cock. Hunger and lust were thick in the air of the small space.
“Aye,” she whispered.
He chuckled. “I thought you might,” Master admitted, and then bit his lip to hold in a moan when Micah swallowed around him.
Between Master’s face and his lap, Catherine’s eyes danced. She was taking great pleasure in being allowed to watch. The opera continued down below, and it might have been a shame that she was missing out on her first time at such an event, but she couldn’t be bothered by that now. Chances were that Master – or Jayden perhaps – would bring her again another time.
Her breath picked up with the increasing speed at which Master’s chest heaved. With each pass of Micah’s mouth, Master’s cock shined with spit and drool. Her hands were fidgety in her lap where Master had told her to place them once Micah had found his rhythm.
Catherine wanted to touch and taste.
She wanted to watch, too.
Master’s hips began to rock while a quiet rumble grew in his chest. He would be coming soon. His fingers wove into her hair and gripped tight.
She relished being his anchor.
Master opened his palm and pressed it flat against her head, pushing her cheek roughly against his trembling thigh. His cock was right before her swelling and thickening more each time Micah’s withdrawal exposed Master’s cock to her.
The honor of bearing witness was Catherine’s.
With ironic timing Master’s grunts from the force of his orgasm were swallowed by the cacophonous notes of an organ crashing through the hall from the stage.
An immediate sense of relief to the fibers of her muscles happened when Catherine released the breath she’d been holding and felt her body relax. She hadn’t realized how tense she’d been holding herself. Her body started coming down from its sympathetic non-orgasm, and she was hit with an abrupt sense of exhaustion.
Micah finished swallowing, and after cleaning Master, he sat back on his haunches.
“May this girl put you back in order, Master?”
He nodded, but then added a grateful smile that warmed Catherine from the inside.
It was the tender moments like these that made it worth it to keep her feelings hidden. With a gentle touch, she tucked his length back into his pants and did up his zipper and button.
She felt proud.
Catherine had been tested, and had passed – if in no one’s eyes but her own.
~~~Chapter 14~~~
Blurring Lines
“Just a minute!” Erin was in the middle of rolling out a pie-crust, and had flour everywhere. Clapping her hands together to rid herself of some of the white powdery substance, she made her way over to the door unsure who would be at her place on a Thursday morning.
She pulled it open to find nothing. “Hello?” she called while leaning out and looking around the doorframe and down the walkway. She still saw nothing so she closed the door. Erin was halfway back to the kitchen when the bell rang again.
“Oh, for Pete’s sake,” she grumbled, and stomped back, yanking the door open to Jayden who was standing there with a sheepish grin.
“Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”
He leaned in against the door frame, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a rose out to Erin. She had grown accustomed to him having a rose for her when she arrived on Friday evenings. They were always a mix of white and coral, and she’d noticed that over time the two colors had undergone a gradual switch in places, the coral becoming more prevalent each time. However, today he held a yellow rose.
From what she could recall, yellow had something to do with friendship. She made a mental note to herself to look up the meaning of the flower colors. Although at the same time, she was afraid she might read too much into what she discovered.
“I pulled some strings with the boss to take the day off,” Jayden teased.
Erin harrumphed at him, and took the rose, bringing it to her nose to inhale the light fragrance before spinning on her heel and walking away. She knew he’d follow her in and shut the door without letting her heat out.
He joined her in the kitchen a moment later and started peeking around at her assorted projects while she put the rose in some water.
“What’s all this?”
“I’m just getting a head start on Friday,” Erin answered with a ‘well, duh’ tone that made Jayden purse his lips. She giggled knowing exactly what she had just done.
“Anything I can do to help? Besides not mess with your doorbell,” he added with a playful laugh.
Erin started laughing at the notion until she realized he wasn’t kidding. “You’re serious?”
“Sure. Why not? Looks kind of fun,” Jayden replied while going to the sink to wash his hands.
~*~
A few hours later, Erin and Jayden collapsed onto the couch worn out to the extreme. The kitchen had been cleaned, and the table was covered with three kinds of cooling pies. Her refrigerator housed the dishes that would just need to go in the oven to be finished off: cornbread stuffing, sweet potatoes, green bean casserole, and the ham was marinating in a Dr. Pepper glaze.
During their Sunday debriefing the weekend before, it had come up in conversation that she would be spending Christmas alone. Jayden had been quite surprised thinking – hoping rather – that she was going to request the weekend off to spend the holiday with her dad. When he’d learned Erin hadn’t spoken to Woody since becoming involved with Spencer – she’d at least sent postcards to her dad while she was with Andrew – he had insisted on canceling his plans to fly down to his parent’s ranch so that he could join her instead.
Erin had agreed with some reluctance, but requested she be the one to do the cooking – and that they invite Micah to join them after Jayden had mentioned he had no plans to go anywhere either.
What Jayden kept to himself was that he had made a spontaneous decision where her father was concerned – a project he had begun first thing Monday morning by speaking to his HR department.
Jayden was inclined to add Catherine’s failure to mention the separation from her father earlier in their relationship to the punishment he was planning for her moment of cheekiness upon his arrival. However, he knew better. Most of what he had learned about Catherine’s father Woody had been gleaned from his conversations with her in an Erin frame of mind. It would be unfair to hold anything from those precious times with her, against her.
Her soft sigh brought his attention back to Erin, curled up at the far end of the couch. Jayden didn’t like how far away she was. He was used to being able to touch her whenever he wanted because she was his submissive, except that right now, she wasn’t.
Erin giggled.
“What?”
“You’re fidgeting,” she teased while she stretched out her long leg to poke him with her toes. “Not tired enough yet? I’m sure I could think of something else for us to do.”
Jayden caught her foot in his hands, and began pressing his fingers in and around her toes making her groan. The sound teamed up with his already wandering thoughts and raced downward to try to get his cock to join the party.
“You could, could you?” challenged Jayden.
~oOo~
Catherine Accepts the Challenge
“Oh,” Erin murmured – both from how good his hands felt on her tired foot, but more at the look in his eyes when she lifted her head toward him. It was all too familiar.
That was awkward.
She wanted this – to be with Jayden as Erin – but it wasn’t allowed. He’d said so, and she had agreed. So why was he setting her body on fire right now with
that
look?
“Jayden.” She whimpered his name, but it got lost in her gasp of surprise when his hands tugged on her foot, dragging her body over the couch toward him.
His fingers left fiery trails along Erin’s bare legs while he caressed her. The sliding motion had pushed her top up exposing her taut midriff, and when he spread her legs to pull her onto his lap she didn’t resist.
Erin leaned in to kiss him and his hands enveloped her with a tight grip.
Jayden pulled her in, his large hands spanning her back while he pushed her top further up and then over her head. They both made a feral sound when his lips molded to her breast and he began to suckle.
She was willing to do whatever it took.
Even keep her cool when his next words brought her back to reality. She would never be more than a submissive to him.
“Do you want to play tonight, my pet? Since tomorrow is Christmas, shall we start early?”
What could she do?
“Aye, Master. This girl would love to see how you put a scene together here in her home.”
Catherine would play, but on Erin’s turf.
Her squeals when he stood up and carried her down the hall to her room were swallowed by his mouth descending on hers just before he set her down. “I’m going to have a look around your apartment to see what I can use, if that’s okay?”
She nodded.
“I want you naked and kneeling when I return, Jewel.”
He started to walk away, and Catherine moved to shimmy out of her gym shorts, stopping when he added a quiet “Thank you” before slipping out of the room.
She stood there in shock, staring at the space he had disappeared from. Why on earth was
he
thanking
her
? It belonged the other way around. Master had helped her to find confidence in herself once again. Catherine felt vibrant and alive now, and not because she was just about to scene with her Master, but all the time.
The man continued to wiggle his way deeper into her heart with his every action.
With a shake of her head, Catherine yanked her shorts and panties down, and after tossing them in the hamper, she chose a spot to settle in. She inhaled through her nose and let it out through her mouth, feeling that inner peace she relished whispering across her body.
“Perfection.”
When his voice – thick with lust – broke the silence of the room she didn’t flinch. Master’s praise warmed her. With one word, he made everything in her world right.
“Look at me, Catherine,” Master requested with a light touch to her chin.
Obeying, she lifted her face to him. She wasn’t sure, but she thought she could see a flash of pain and uncertainty in his eyes. He was silent for several moments, just gazing upon her while his finger continued to stroke beneath her chin, and she waited.
“Since we are stepping outside of our usual arrangement I have to ask you before we begin, do you give yourself over to me tonight of your own free will?”
The answer that ran through her mind didn’t match what came out of her mouth. What she thought was:
I have no free will with you; you own every part of me.
However, what was heard by Master was said with as much reverence as the first time Catherine had uttered the words the night he had collared her.
“To serve you will be divine, Master.”
His smile reached the chocolate pools she wanted to get lost in, and her heart melted a little bit more when he replied strong and sure, “Your servitude is always surreal, my jewel.”
Movement caught her attention when he raised his hand which held her relaxation mask. Dark purple, it blocked out all light and it was also infused with a mixture of lavender and ylang-ylang. Catherine had forgotten about it since she’d not had a need for it since beginning her time with Master. If her memory was right, she’d last used it on the couch so he must’ve found it in the end table drawer.
“Since we’re doing things a bit – unconventional,” his voice hitched and he coughed to clear his throat, “I’m going to insist on covering those gorgeous greens I enjoy so much.”
He slipped the mask over her head, repositioning it when it was askew at first.
At once the fragrance wafted up her nose and began working. Breathing the scent had distracted her, and this time she did react with a small jerk when he made contact with her.
“Wouldn’t want to spoil the surprises now would we?” Master whispered next to her ear. At the same time he ran something cold and wet up her thigh. By the time his cold fingertips met her nipple, he held nothing and they were free to pinch.
Catherine moaned into the pleasant feeling guessing that he had just melted an ice cube on her, and sooner than she cared for, he pulled away. The sudden absence paired with the dampness on her body chilled her in the draft of the air vent. Before she had time to think about pouting, Master was back at her other side, the cool wetness being dragged along her once again.
“You have a very nice kitchen. Depending on how this goes, I might have to consider adding some new additions to my playroom,” Master teased her both with his words and his plucking fingers.