No words were exchanged while Kaitlyn moved around Catherine, rubbing a satiny oil into her skin. By the time she was done, Catherine felt sleepy and aroused, and followed Kaitlyn back into the main room, a bit nervous and a lot excited.
Master was waiting and deftly reattached her leash.
“All set?” Miss asked with a waggle of her brows.
Master looked to Catherine, who nodded that yes, she was ready.
“After you, ladies,” Master offered Miss and Kaitlyn while he took up the rear with Catherine behind him.
While the point of Demon Night was demonstrations, they were never done in the main common room. Those who cared to share their skill with an audience had to reserve a room in advance and be put on the club schedule. Even Dungeons and Dreams had its restrictions. The hardcore elements were not condoned and as such, all ‘acts’ had to be reviewed and approved.
Entering the room, Catherine noticed a pleasant spicy smell – cinnamon. She risked peeking around the room before ducking her eyes back to the ground where they belonged and decided it must be the multiple burning candles causing the odor.
Master tugged on the leash and Catherine was led to a pillow, where she lowered herself to her knees next to Kaitlyn who had already knelt. “Inspection position, and from now until I tell you otherwise, you are to obey Mistress Katarina like you would obey me,” Master commanded while unclipping her leash yet again.
“Aye, Master.” Catherine kept her knees spread shoulder width apart and wondered why on earth Master hadn’t allowed her to shave herself clean. Deciding it didn't matter because this was what Master had asked for she settled with her arms behind her back, and grasped the opposite elbows. She put her toes against the floor, and rested her bottom against her heels. In this position her breasts were thrust forward while her ass and pussy were exposed and open – ready to be viewed.
Catherine heard the door close followed by the click of heels against the wood floors but kept her eyes down. Master’s polished wing-tips came into view while he walked around her, the scent of his cologne overriding the candles and calming her. He took her cuff off and explained that he would hold it for the duration of the scene so that it didn’t get damaged.
“Beautiful, pet. Enjoy yourself, and come as you like. I’ll be right here watching.”
There was no time to worry about the echo of his retreating shoes thanks to a manicured hand which stroked Catherine’s right breast and gave her nipple a sharp pull.
She hissed at the sensation but continued looking down.
Miss took a
couple of steps – her high-heels clacking on the wood as she approached from behind. Catherine felt Miss’s hand move over her ass and then slide between her legs to cup her sex. After a light smack against her pussy, Miss dragged her nails down over the outer lips.
Catherine shuddered at the sensation.
Using her ring and pointer fingers, Miss spread the lips and then used her middle finger to stroke Catherine’s clit a few times before plunging her finger inside. Catherine could hear her own wetness while Miss moved her finger. After a few thrusts, Miss added two more fingers.
Catherine found herself whimpering with the need to come. Despite having been given earlier permission from Master to do so, she wanted to fight it.
Miss laughed. “So soon? Belonging to Jayden, I was sure you had better stamina than that,” she taunted.
A flicker of shame came over Catherine. She’d never been touched by another female and the knowledge that a woman was finger-fucking her in front of an audience along with how incredible it felt when Miss’s nails scraped at her insides had her on the edge. Catherine couldn’t help it.
“This girl is sorry, Miss. It just feels too good.”
Master cleared his throat from the sidelines. “You don’t need to apologize, my jewel. Considering the strains I’ve put you under in preparation for tonight, you’re doing a remarkable job.”
She glowed at his praise.
“You may,” Miss relented, and she gushed onto Miss’s hand while her orgasm wracked her body.
“Very good, girl.” Her voice was pleasant, but her tone was harsh. “Look at me,” she ordered.
Miss
had moved back to the space in front of Catherine, who raised her gaze a little at a time to appreciate close-up how enticing Miss was. Her manicured toes were in a pair of red, open-toed stilettos, and her creamy legs went up forever, leading into a curvaceous body wrapped in a black, leather corset. Miss’s shiny sex was exposed, extra-smooth, and framed by garter-belt straps which hung loose since she wasn’t wearing any pantyhose.
Continuing her visual tour of Miss’s body, Catherine found her generous, shiny breasts poking through openings in the bust of the corset. Her dark-brown nipples sloped upward toward the ceiling.
At last, Catherine looked into the face of one of the most beautiful women she’d ever seen. Miss’s jet-black hair was pulled up into a messy bun on her head; except the precise spacing of the curls that hung down around her face suggested it had been styled that way. Her eyes were electric-blue and beyond gorgeous. High and strong, Miss’s cheekbones angled down toward her full, pouty lips which were coated in a deep-red gloss.
Miss
placed her hand against Catherine’s lips. “Taste yourself, girl. Clean my hand.”
Catherine
took a tentative lick across Miss’s fingertips. Master often made Catherine taste herself just like this, and she had grown to like her flavor – crisp and sweet with a hint of muskiness to it. Urged on by the sound of Master groaning from a few feet away, she began to suck each of Miss’s fingers clean before lapping at Miss’s palm trying to get every drop.
She let out a quiet laugh delighted. “Eager little girl, aren’t you?”
“Aye, Miss.” Catherine sighed.
“Your Master tells me you’ve never been with a woman, but that you would like to have that cherry popped. I am Mistress Katarina, but you may call me Miss K tonight.” She took her hand away and directed Catherine to stand before giving Kaitlyn instructions to go kneel by Master and watch quietly.
Catherine
stood and Miss stepped up to her. She slid one hand behind Catherine’s neck and brought their mouths together. She stayed still while Miss K licked and nibbled at her lips for a minute before pushing her tongue into her mouth.
Miss’s lips were soft and supple, and she tasted like the cinnamon that permeated the air. Catherine responded to the kiss by letting Miss’s tongue swirl with hers. It became more heated while their tongues entwined and then pulled apart to bite at each other’s lips before their tongues resumed their stroking. After a few minutes, Miss pulled back, leaving Catherine panting.
“Not bad for a first kiss,” she teased while she cocked her eyebrow.
“Master says this girl is good with her mouth,” Catherine offered with a shy smile.
She barked out a laugh and Master cleared his throat.
“Does he?” She smirked and looked over at Master who had a wide smile on his stubbly face. “Well, girl. Let’s see how good you are. Suck my tits.”
Heading straight toward Miss’s left nipple, Catherine opened her mouth. Just before her tongue touched, Miss K leaned back.
“No. Think of how you like to have your tits worked, girl. You can’t just jump in like a dry fuck. Start with your hands.” Miss pulled Catherine’s hands up and placed them on the underside of her gorgeous boobs.
She obliged Miss by
testing their weight in her hands, cupping them, and giving them a gentle squeeze.
Miss let out a soft moan.
Determined, Catherine settled in to make Master proud.
~~~Chapter 18~~~
Catherine Serves Another
Miss’s breasts were slick with oil so Catherine’s hands slid over them with ease when she started massaging the firm flesh.
“Now, let your mouth follow your hands.”
Catherine relaxed into her actions with Miss’s patient guidance. She began placing open-mouthed kisses on the undersides of Miss’s breasts, working her way across both of them. Her tongue lapped across Miss’s skin with laziness, tasting honey and cinnamon, and her hands continued to knead Miss’s breasts while massaging toward Miss’s nipples.
Closing her lips over the nipple, Catherine flicked her tongue against the hardened peak before starting a slow sucking. When she reached the tip, she grazed it with her teeth and Miss let out a throaty hiss.
“Just like that, girl. Now do the other one.”
Once Catherine
moved over and began repeating her ministrations Miss commanded: “Mm, suck harder.”
Obeying was easy as she mauled at Miss’s breasts – licking and sucking, biting and pinching on them until Miss tensed up, and started convulsing.
“Damn, girl!” Miss panted and tried to catch her breath. “You just made me come with a tit job. Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” she asked with disbelief in her voice.
“No, Miss K. This girl has not,” Catherine was proud to answer.
Miss walked over to a table in the center of the room where she sat on the edge. Scooting herself back, she raised her knees and placed her heels down on the corners of the table. Then she leaned back on her elbows and scooted forward again until her ass was at the edge of the table. With her legs spread, Catherine could see her arousal glistening on her folds.
“Let’s see what that mouth can do for a hungry cunt. Eat. My. Pussy,” Miss demanded in a greedy snarl.
She knelt before Miss and took a deep breath. Following Miss’s earlier suggestion, she thought about what felt good to her. Placing her hands on Miss’s ankles, she rubbed her palms up the toned calves, and then back down. Catherine repeated the motion a few times, then kept her hands on Miss’s inner thighs, and slowly moved them toward Miss’s center. Running a hand over the smooth skin, Catherine collected what had leaked out and made eye contact while she licked the juices off of her fingers and watched her Miss shudder.
With a smile, Catherine leaned forward and pushed a finger into Miss’s pussy before she licked from her hole up to her clit. She swirled her tongue around the little nerve bundle and sucked while she started twisting her finger inside of her Miss.
Master approached from behind her, and guided Catherine with seductive whispers. Coaching her with the best ways to spread and lick, telling her to increase her rhythm and slam her fingers in and out. She twisted her hand over so her palm faced up, pushed her fingers all the way in, and started curling her fingers toward herself. With Master’s help she sought out Miss’s g-spot, knowing she’d found it when Miss started moaning and demanding Catherine go faster and harder while Master praised her.
“Ooh . . . yes . . . so good, so fucking good, girl! Make me come. Drink my come, Catherine!” Miss’s orgasm poured out, coating Catherine’s hand and mouth.
After she had withdrawn her fingers, Catherine applied languid laps along Miss’s slick pussy while she came down from her orgasm. Placing a final soft kiss on Miss’s clit, she sat back on her heels.
“This girl thanks you for allowing her to pleasure you, Miss K.”
“Wow. Just wow. That was incredible, Catherine,” Miss breathed out while closing her legs and sitting up. With a slight shake of her head, she stood up. She took a deep breath and gathered her composure.
“On the table, girl. It’s your turn now.”
Miss’s sapphire eyes gleamed at Catherine and she felt a familiar tingle while she crawled onto the table.
Trembling in anticipation, Catherine laid back on the table and breathed in the rich odor of cinnamon and sex.
Master pressed his lips to hers, and whispered, “Have fun.” Then he retreated once again.
Miss was at the end of the table pulling old-fashioned doctor’s table stirrups out of hidden spaces.
She guided Catherine into place by grabbing her hips and pulling her ass to the edge.
However, unlike at the doctor’s, Catherine could feel her need beginning to build again knowing she was open and exposed for all in the room to see. She knew for certain that Master and Kaitlyn were observing, but was unsure if there were more to her audience.
The not knowing was thrilling.
“Sit up toward your legs, girl.” Pressure was applied to Catherine’s back to force her forward and a large wedge-shaped pillow slid in behind her. “Good. Now lean back,” Miss directed.
Catherine
found herself in a reclining position; the wedge supported her weight while the stirrups helped to keep her from slipping forward off the edge. She let her head fall back and found that the edge of the pillow was right at her neck. She could drop backward just a little, but still be supported by the soft edge.
Reaching into a side drawer, Miss lifted up a short, leather belt with a rubber ball in the middle – a ball gag.
“Open, girl. Some Masters and Mistresses like to hear their subs scream . . .”
What the hell is she going to do to me?
“However, I’m not one of them so I will be gagging you.” Miss fastened the buckles on the side of Catherine’s head, and gave it a tug to make sure it was snug, but not cutting into her cheeks.
“I’m also going to blindfold you to help you focus on what I’ll be doing to you. Nod if you understand.” When she’d nodded, with a softened voice Miss added, “Are we green?”