Catherine felt herself leaning into the sound and warmth of him, and straightened up.
Once again Master moved away.
Rather than trying to anticipate what might be coming next, she focused on what she already had. Not much water was left behind by the melted ice, but it was enough that she could identify the thin rivulets of the liquid, and if she shifted the slightest bit, Catherine felt the water move on her skin. The memory of his touch lingered in her puckered nipples which remained hard and tight – yearning for more.
Had Master found a way to torture them for her, she wondered. The one thing she knew for certain was that the items he would be using on her had come from outside her bedroom. The irony in that was that the few actual sex toys she had were located in the bedroom. Should she let him know?
A sharp snap against Catherine’s right breast sent the air out of her in a hiss and her question was forgotten.
“Focus, slut.”
She shouldn’t have needed the reminder. When the next thwack came to the left of the first, she delighted in the sting. For the next several minutes Master smacked the item against her breasts ensuring her nipples were throbbing and as heated as the space between her legs. Catherine could tell that it was flat and hard, but did not try to identify it; couldn’t try with the rapidity he brought it down upon her.
Master was edging her, and she loved it.
Catherine could feel the coil tightening deep in her gut despite knowing they’d just barely begun. Her breaths were turning into pants with each strike, the pain she craved radiating out from the implement when it connected. She had no doubts that her breasts were bright red.
“Master, please. This girl may come soon,” she admitted.
She didn’t want to disappoint him.
“Good girl,” Master said against her lips. There was a thud when something hit the floor followed by the jangle of his belt being undone. “Open.”
Catherine obeyed, and was rewarded with Master’s salty length sliding into the depths of her mouth. Teasing her, Master allowed her but a few minutes of his taste before taking his cock away and instructing her to stand. Heady from the surreal experience of the whole day, she stumbled when she rose and his hand steadied her.
She remained silent but breathing heavy as he led her somewhere. While she was very aware of the layout of her apartment, Catherine tried not to picture where he was taking her. If he wanted to march her the length of the place five times and bring them right back to their starting point, that was fine by her. Master had his attention on her regardless.
They paused, and his hands left her. Moments later, she heard the glass back-door slide open and felt the cold air from outside whoosh inside and surround her. Her nipples pulsed under the attention reminding her she’d wanted to come, and she whimpered.
“Shh, pet, I know,” he crooned near her cheek. Master’s nose rubbed the length of her jaw, breathing her in. “Enjoy the fresh air while I grab a few things,” he suggested with a light open-handed palm applied to her ass.
In the distance, Catherine could hear him opening drawers and cupboards, and again wanted to offer her assistance, but she stayed silent. If Master wanted her help, he would ask. She had a hunch he was enjoying the challenge of the impromptu scene.
The microwave dinged, a door on the refrigerator opened and closed, and soon after that things were being set down on the glass-top of her small dining table which sat in front of the back door.
Catherine emitted a quiet sigh when Master pressed the length of his body against her back and she discovered he was now nude like her. His cock – proud and full – nestled into her ass, the upper portion dipping into the hollow at the small of her back. The tip was slick, and she felt it leaving sticky spots on her skin while he rocked against her in an almost too-slow rhythm.
“Spread your legs for me, slut.”
Husky and deep, his words reverberated throughout her body while she moved to do his bidding. Catherine felt cool plastic wrap around first one ankle, then the other. It tightened, and her balance wavered while her feet started to slip out from under her.
“Master?”
His breath blew against her damp sex when he chuckled. “I won’t let you fall, Catherine. I’m just playing with your bicycle lock.”
His admission surprised her and she found herself giving into a smile. She was now even more curious to find out just what all he had chosen. Catherine flexed her ankle and it clicked that she had been bound to some kind of spreader bar.
“Raise your arms to the side and push them back.”
A long stick was laid across her shoulders before Master guided her wrists over the top so that the stick nestled in the crook of her elbow and again bound her. Whatever he had chosen for these ties were soft.
Master’s fingers closed over her fleshy hips, and together – moving slow – they worked her forward. He made a few more adjustments to get Catherine just the way he wanted. She could tell that she was much closer to the door, and was thankful that her apartment faced a wooded area as opposed to the parking lot.
While she liked to see and be seen, Catherine didn’t need to get kicked out of her apartment for indecent exposure.
With a small shudder she noted that the wind seemed to be picking up. She was amazed by the way her body was reacting to such a simple thing. Bound and spread before an open door, she knew her outer flesh was cold, yet all she could focus on was that
inside
she felt like a ticking time-bomb.
When Master upped the ante by whispering lewd things in her ear, Catherine feared she would be unable to refrain from coming until she was given permission.
If
she were given permission. He could require that she hold it until the next day, or later in the weekend, even beyond that if he so chose and she declined to safe word.
“You look amazing, Catherine. Spread wide open for my perusal.”
Master’s breath was warm and moist by her ear.
Something grazed along her arm and dipped into the hollow by her clavicle. It almost tickled – like thick hair – except this wasn’t wispy like hair would be. Whatever it was felt fantastic. He continued to drag it down the other arm and back, bringing it down to flick and brush over her aching nipples.
Master groaned aloud. “I didn’t think it possible that your perfect little buds could grow any bigger. If only I had some clamps with me. You’re ripe for the wearing of them, slut.”
Catherine’s resolve weakened, and was soon given away by the creaminess which bubbled out of her. Master was tapping the tickling thing against her with a roughness that made her dizzy.
“Nightstand, Master,” she grunted.
All movement ceased, and Catherine pulled a deep drag of air into her lungs. She had been holding her breath to stave off her orgasm without even realizing it. The cool air caused her to shiver.
That or Master’s absence – for she had warmed up the moment he came close to her again.
“Deep breath.”
He was behind Catherine with his chest to her back, and his cock taunting her again. Master’s arms enclosed around her ribcage until his hands hovered at her tender breasts. She sucked in the air and felt the dual pinch with her exhale.
“Color, pet?”
“Green, Master,” Catherine purred.
She then smirked at his quiet snigger. The smirk disappeared when she was surprised by his hands coming down on the top of her breasts making them jiggle and the clamps tug. Catherine let out a sexy mewl, and dropped her head back against Master’s shoulder offering more of her chest to him.
Yet again he slipped away. Brushing his lips across hers, Master rewarded her with a plunge of his tongue deep into her mouth, and then he was gone from behind her.
“Patience, Jewel, patience.”
Now she was thrusting her ass back into the hands that caressed, lifted, and explored her. When Catherine’s ass cheeks were pried apart followed by cold lube drizzling over her tight, pink hole, she vocalized her first plea.
Master answered by sliding one of her anal plugs into her.
After that Catherine drifted away on a wave of erotic euphoria. One that involved ice cubes and cold metal, drizzling hot water, and above all, Master’s throbbing cock.
~~~Chapter 15~~~
Of Swiffers and Canes
Catherine slept soundly. Her crimson curls a tangled frame around her face while Jayden watched over her and tried to sort out what had happened today. He’d known the night before that he wanted to spend the day with her after their typical Wednesday meeting. It humored him to dress her up in fancy clothes and take her out. Of course, those nights were all about forcing her exhibition side out to play while he got to be relentless in tantalizing her.
A typical Wednesday evening went thus: Micah drove Jayden to collect Catherine from her apartment, Jayden entered her apartment and inserted or attached some kind of toy to her body, they went to dinner, and then back to her apartment to drop Catherine off before going back to the villa. The whole evening he would taunt her with the toy, and whether it was at their dining venue, in the car, or back at her place, Jayden would demand Catherine service him at some point.
Sometimes he allowed her to come, sometimes he didn’t.
The night prior he hadn’t, and Jayden knew he’d left Catherine horny and needy. No sooner had they pulled away from her home, then he’d sent Samantha an email alerting her to his absence the next day, along with wishing her a happy holiday.
Jayden wanted to surprise Cath – Erin by offering to help in any way he could with their meal. He didn’t want her feeling like she was obligated to cook their Christmas dinner because she was his submissive. The thought of them working together as friends appealed to him.
Landon’s repeated warnings to Jayden regarding being sure about what he wanted out of his arrangement with Catherine niggled at the back of his mind, but he had continued to push them off. There was nothing wrong with him wanting to check up on her.
Was there?
While it was true that theirs was a sexual arrangement, where was the harm in getting to know her outside of the bedroom? Or in his case – the playroom? For the umpteenth time in the last couple of months, Jayden told himself: he was just getting to know Erin so that he could better understand all the mechanics of Catherine – for the sake of the pleasure levels he could take them both to by being informed.
So, having opted to take his truck instead of having Micah drive him and then wait around, Jayden headed to Erin’s via the florist first. The decision to play with her at the door was pure impulse. Seeing her genuine smile when she realized he was going to help her cook: priceless.
The day passed much quicker than he would have expected it to, and all too soon, they were collapsed in a tired heap on her couch. She poked at him with her foot and on instinct Jayden’s hand shot out to snatch it in a tight grip. The look they exchanged in that moment shifted the light playfulness they’d shared all afternoon into something headier; something more primal.
In that moment Jayden wanted her, but he wanted her as Erin. Jayden had discovered his darker side early on in his life, and had never had any use for vanilla-type sex, but he was coming around to admitting that the novelty of it intrigued him if it meant getting to take her in his arms now instead of tomorrow.
His mind scrambled for some way to realize his desires, and Jayden came up with the idea of offering her an impromptu scene. If she declined, he would make his polite farewells and go home to await their time together the next day.
Erin didn’t say no.
Instead, Catherine came to the forefront and knelt at his feet in a heartbeat. From there the waning afternoon faded into night while he used what was at his disposal.
Jayden had sighed in relief when he stumbled across the blindfold.
Something was building inside of him where Catherine was concerned. Landon had hinted at it. Jayden was trying to resist it, but had enough common sense to know that there was an allure that was drawing him in. His head felt discombobulated, and he feared that what he had with Catherine would be destroyed if he gave in to his gut instinct to pursue Erin.
If he moved the scene to a point of penetration, and he had to look in her trusting green eyes while he fucked her – well, he just wouldn’t risk it. Today in particular, Jayden wasn’t convinced he could keep his emotions hidden from his own ochre eyes.
He’d promised her sexual gratification, nothing more.
So Jayden covered her eyes, and warmed her body up with the wooden spoon from the kitchen. Then he bound her tight so that her soft fingers didn’t inadvertently graze against him and destroy his resolve. Fashioning spreader bars gave him full access to her most sensitive areas, and he took advantage, teasing her and working her into a needy, wanting mess.
Watching her react to the simple pastry-brush with its silicon bristles set Jayden’s heart racing. Before he knew what he was doing, he had stripped down and had to open the door to cool the room down. He was on the verge of questioning his own control.
Jayden battled to keep a tight rein on himself by letting the Dom in him take the helm. Rougher than necessary, he pushed the plug into her ass assuming Catherine could handle it. It was hers after all, and she had directed him to where it could be found.