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.
“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 coup
le 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 perform
ing 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?”
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