To Serve Is Divine

by Hargrave, R. E.

  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.

  Ironic and saddening that her ‘sex drawer’ had been near empty when sex was such a large part of her life.

  It wasn’t too long after the placement of the plug that Jayden had known she’d ‘dropped’. He gave her permission to come at will once she’d gone that deep, and proceeded to push her by alternating melting ice cubes over her pebbled skin and wringing out a washcloth dipped in hot water over her. When he was ready to step it up, he removed the metal ice cream scoop that had been sitting in the bowl of ice cubes and used the handle to fuck her.

  With every brush, flick, and snap of his hand, her responding cries and moans were wanton and feral. He knew it was pretty much beyond Catherine’s grasp to be able to hold the orgasms with any effectiveness at that point – and he didn’t want her to. Jayden wanted to watch her come apart and bare all of herself to him. This shocking realization had come to him right after he’d removed the plug from her ass and lined his cock up to push into the taboo passage.

  Jayden had stumbled back, falling into a chair behind him where he had a perfect view of her swollen, wet nether-bits on display while she was bent over the back of her couch. She was still strapped to the broom stick, but he had undone the Swiffer handle at her ankles to move her around easier.

  When the overwhelming urge to release her bindings, remove the blindfold, and then carry her to bed to make love to her crashed upon him even harder than before they’d begun, Jayden knew he had to get out of there.

  Catherine had been a dribbling, incoherent puddle by then, and with some effort, Jayden moved her into the shower and into bed. Pure fear that real feelings were attempting to break out and show themselves kept his cock at half-mast. He was able to lotion her body and dress her without incident. Not surprising he hadn’t found any arnica cream at her place, and instead had helped her to take some ibuprofen before tucking her in. Jayden hoped between his short massage and the medicine, she wouldn’t wake up too stiff.

  That brought him to now. Jayden knew he should leave. It was creepy that he sat in her bedroom in the dark and watched her like he had some right to. With a heavy sigh, Jayden hefted his body up from the chair. Padding out to the kitchen, he found a notepad by the phone, and jotted a few quick words to Catherine before he slipped out into the night.

  It wasn’t an accident that he signed it ‘Master.’ For Jayden it was a reminder and a warning to not break his own rules.

  Determined to prove to himself that he was still a Dom in top form, he raced home. On the way he called Micah and ‘requested’ his company. When Jayden arrived home, he found an excited, blue-eyed angel kneeling by his front door.

  “It pleases me that you’ve agreed to this, Micah.”

  A pang of uncertainty unlike any he’d ever experienced twanged in Jayden’s gut. Was it wrong to do this to his sweet Catherine? His balls ached with a pent-up lack of release after being hard as a steel rod for several hours, and he recalled her suggesting Micah in the past, encouraging him to seek satisfaction through Micah if she couldn’t provide it for any reason. At first that reason was her UTI, then her time of the month.

  Jayden had told Catherine he didn’t mind the messy play; in fact, he had found previous submissives often claimed they had their most intense orgasms during that time. Her voice had been almost inaudible while she plead with him that they not partake. All he could get from Catherine in explanation was that the worst thing Spencer had ever done to her had involved her period.

  It turned out that period play – like canes – was a hard-limit for her. She couldn’t talk or even write about the memory. Wanting to ease her discomfort over the subject, he’d insisted that Catherine pay a visit to Dr. Ellison and start on the Depo shot rather than rely on pills for birth-control with the added benefit of ceasing her periods so they were no longer an issue.

  “This boy is pleased you asked, Sir,” Micah’s responding voice dragged Jayden out of his thoughts.

  Jayden stroked Micah’s head for a moment, and then unlocked the front door. With a wave of his hand, he indicated that Micah should crawl ahead of him. Jayden watched his bare ass dip and sway while Micah crawled away, and while it was nice, it wasn’t arousing.

  Once inside Micah stopped, unsure where Jayden wanted him to go.

  Jayden wasn’t sure either. He hadn’t thought that far ahead. After weighing the pros and cons, he made the decision that he needed an aggressive session.

  “Tell me, Micah. Are you interested in experiencing rougher play?” Even as the words left Jayden’s mouth his heart started to thrum, but his stomach soured. His cock decided to follow his heart when Micah shared a bashful smile.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Let me introduce you to my playroom then.”

  The next hours were spent with Jayden reassuring himself that he was in full control. He was the Master of his domain – and his life. When Jayden dismissed Micah, it was with a purplish-red backside, an asshole full of lube, and a satiated smile on his face.

  Micah had endured the cane, and Jayden had erupted like Vesuvius because of it.

  ~*~

  The morning light came with a ton of regret. Jayden had gone into auto-pilot with Micah the night before, using nothing but the begging and pleas falling from Micah’s mouth to guide him in the ravaging. Jayden’s undoing had been while fucking Micah deep and slow from behind, he allowed his fingers to trace the white-welts left behind from the cane. The texture beneath his soft pads was intoxicating, and Micah’s hiss that faded into a low moan in response was debilitating.

  The sex had been everything Jayden had needed it to be: raw and no holds barred. Friends and fellow Doms in the lifestyle had often explained to him that it was this very reason they preferred male submissives every now and again, even if they didn’t crave male flesh as a rule. Men were more durable, and could withstand more thorough impact sessions. After having had Micah strapped to his horse, Jayden believed it.

  Amazing as it had been – it had not been Catherine.

  Just thinking her name had his shaft lengthening and stretching beneath his covers. With a groan, Jayden got up to start his day with a jerk-off session in the shower. He found it rather shameful to be honest, but if he had any hopes of withholding tonight, he needed to empty the chamber.

  ~*~

  Showered and dressed in a soft thermal top and loose, low-hanging jeans Jayden wandered into his home office with his cup of coffee and a blueberry muffin. He brushed the long, damp strands of dark hair back from his face thinking he should get a haircut while he booted up his laptop. Since he had a few hours until Catherine was due to join him, he wanted to see what he’d missed by playing hooky the day before. Two emails caught his attention right off the bat.

  First was the one from his HR department. Jayden might have blurred the lines a little and had a background check run on Catherine and her father. Scanning the information, Jayden logged the pertinent details in his memory bank and added some of the data to his phone with the intent of following up after the holidays were over.

  The second email was from Samantha regarding the over-seas expansion deal. He’d spent the last year trying to work out a contract with a steel manufacturer in China. China’s steel production was roughly eight times that of the United States and with their expertise in producing in large quantity, Jayden was determined to secure this partnership for the growth of his business.

  His company specialized in custom metal working, from fence and fireplace elements to furniture and small finishing acce
ssories such as drawer pulls. Masterson Metalworks had established quite a name for itself, and the quantity of orders was beginning to skyrocket. He needed a faster supplier of material, and the Chinese company Yangtze Iron & Steel was now ready to negotiate which meant Jayden had a trip to make.

  He wouldn’t make the deal without seeing the facility and the conditions of the workers. It was something he prided himself on, and why Masterson was listed as one of the top twenty-five companies to work for in the world. Jayden made sure his employees were well taken care of, and in return, he received respect, loyalty, and a company that ran like a well-oiled machine.

  Taking a swallow of his coffee Jayden settled into reviewing the documents and travel plans Samantha had emailed to him regarding the trip, read through the rest of his mail, and responded when appropriate. By the time he noticed the car pulling up to the gate on the security camera, two hours had lapsed, and Jayden was more than ready to welcome Catherine back to his home.

  ~oOo~

  Gift of the Magi part I

  When Erin awoke the morning following the house wares scene on Christmas Day, she was cuddled into her bed and wearing her favorite Eeyore sleep shirt. She was also alone, and uncertainty began to creep in.

  Had they gone too far? Were the boundaries blurred beyond repair? Her fingers ran over the pearls around her neck. Master hadn’t taken them. The last thing she remembered from the previous night was his careful attentions while he held her in the shower and she drifted in his brown eyes . . .

  Erin sat up with a start. She didn’t remember anything after the shower. Master had worn her out with such thoroughness that she’d passed out in his arms under the warm water and his caring gaze. That wasn’t the action of a man who was no longer interested, and that thought made her smile.

  Calmer, she slid from the bed and went into the bathroom to relieve herself and brush her teeth. Stretching her arms over head, she was surprised they didn’t ache more after the way she’d been bound and used. She was limber and had a bounce in her step while she made her way to the kitchen. Heading straight for the coffee pot, she found a note leaning against it.

  Catherine~

  Thank you for a lovely day. I trust you find this in the morning well-rested and relaxed. I’ll see you soon, my jewel.

  ~ Master

  Note in hand, Erin moved to pull a coffee cup from her dishwasher, and found it locked which made her look around. Against the opposite counter leaned her broom and Swiffer. Resting next to them was her bike chain and a stack of kitchen hand-towels.

  She burst out laughing at the image which formed in her head of how she must have looked, and she grinned, knowing Master hadn’t run. With the hysterical picture in her head, Erin made her way to the bathroom to start preparing for the evening. She needed to shave, pluck, wash, and smooth every part of her body.

  The thought never crossed her mind that the holiday would keep them from playing tonight.

  ~*~

  “That was amazing, Catherine. Delicious. Thank you.”

  Catherine beamed at Master’s praise. “You did help this girl prepare the food, Master. She cannot take all of the credit. It’s a shame Micah woke with the stomach flu this morning and couldn’t join us, but there are plenty of leftovers for when he gets to feeling better.”

  “I’m sure he’ll appreciate that. As for the cooking, I just followed your lead. Now, before we retire to the playroom, I have some news.”

  Catherine wasn’t sure she liked where this was headed. Master’s tone was too solemn, but she remained quiet and waited for him to proceed.

  “Do you have a passport?”

  That was not what she expected him to say. She shook her head. Catherine had never had a reason for one, or any cause to believe she ever would.

  Master sighed. “No, I didn’t think you would. Assuming you are not called with a job placement on Monday, I want you to get the paperwork going. I will make sure you have the funds to cover it.”

  “Aye, Master. May this girl ask why?”

  He took a deep breath, and a touch of sadness appeared in his dark eyes. “I’m going to be flying out Monday morning for a business trip. I had hoped I might convince you to go with me, but no matter; you’ll get this done, and when my next trip comes up, I’ll take you then.”

  “This girl would enjoy that, Master. She hasn’t traveled beyond California and here.”

  “This is a negotiating trip, so I don’t know how long I’ll be gone. It could be a few days or a few weeks. Considering it’s taken a year to get them to agree to this next step, I’d plan on the latter. I’ll leave you instructions. While I may not be here to play you with a physical hand, don’t underestimate that I will continue to require your submission in my absence. On that note . . .”

  Catherine held her breath when Master trailed off choosing his next words.

  “Samantha will be going with me as my assistant. Not that it’s any concern of yours, but just like when I’m here, it’s probable that I’ll enjoy her outside of business relations. It could have been interesting for you to join us,” Master mused, and Catherine squirmed under his gaze.

  He noticed. “My slut likes that idea, doesn’t she?”

  “Aye, Master,” Catherine admitted without shame and her green eyes blazed.

  He looked at her, contemplating, and then pushed his seat away from the table. “Good to know. You have one hour to straighten up and meet me in the playroom. Dismissed.”

  Catherine acknowledged his directive by rising, gathering their dinner plates, and backing out of the room to take them to the kitchen. When she returned for the remaining glasses and cutlery, Master had already left. She hurried through her task, ran upstairs to her room to empty her bladder, freshen up, and then made her way to her sanctuary.

  The playroom was empty when she entered. Removing her thin robe, Catherine hung it by the door and went to her place. Master didn’t make her wait long. There seemed to be an urgency – a need – radiating off of him. He was out of sorts, and Catherine hoped before their scene was over that she would have alleviated him of his stress.

  The warm air circulated around her. Master’s soft caress of her face and the stroking of her thick hair aided in helping her to feel relaxed and certain in her decision. There would be no resistance from her tonight; she would do whatever Master asked of her.

  “In light of my unexpected trip, I have changed my plans for this evening. I do believe you need a crash course in self-awareness. If the tasks I set in my absence are to have any effectiveness, then you need to be comfortable playing with your pussy.”

  Master’s words made her gulp. He knew she didn’t masturbate well.

  “Get on the bed, slut. Make yourself come for me.”

  With his plan laid out, that was how the weekend proceeded. Master made her stay on the large bed and play with herself repeatedly until her curls stuck to her face with perspiration. After the first half dozen orgasms, she noticed that he had placed assorted toys within her reach on the bed. When Catherine didn’t move to use one right away, he demanded it.

  By Saturday night, Catherine’s fingers looked like prunes and she felt raw – but she had the art of masturbating at her Master’s command down. He hadn’t sought any release the whole time.

  “Tonight you will sleep in my room.”

  Her emerald-eyes grew large at his pronouncement. She had yet to see the inside of his room, let alone have spent any time in it. Master had explained it was his personal space when he’d first shown her the house all those months ago, and she’d accepted that.

  “I have been very gracious to you, and feel I deserve some relief before we must part ways.”

  She spent the night tethered to his oak bedpost by a long length of rope tied to fur-lined, pliable, pink leather cuffs. They shared their final hours with Master delighting in the pleasures of her body whenever the urge struck him – which was frequent throughout the night.

  ~~~Chapter 16~~~

>   Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

  Getting on the plane had been bittersweet. Catherine had agreed to stay one more night beyond their usual planned time, and Jayden had her sleep in his room again. Granted, the first night they didn’t get much sleep. Sunday night had found him tethering her to his bedpost, but not sleeping on the floor. Their final night was spent in his bed, where she slept in his arms.

  He hadn’t slept. Couldn’t, in fact, thanks to some unknown desire to keep watch over her and memorize every detail of her face. There were a couple of freckles on her left cheek that were larger than the others. Her snore came with a slight whistle. She rubbed her nose quite often. Even when she passed gas in her sleep, he had found it . . . cute? Endearing that she was so relaxed around him?

  What had shocked him was when an obvious flush bloomed over her bare chest, her nipples hardened, and she whimpered his name: Jayden, not Master. The gasp had left his mouth unheeded and she had rolled into him in response, burrowing her nose against his chest. He’d kissed the top of her head, and then stroked her hair until she settled down.

  That single moment, more than anything they’d done thus far, was what continued to play on a loop in his mind while they went through the pre-flight checklist.

  Samantha had been at Love Field before they arrived, so when the car pulled up, she had his coffee, his itinerary ready to review, and what seemed like a smug grin when he introduced her to Catherine.