To Serve Is Divine

by Hargrave, R. E.

  In this frazzled condition Catherine was instructed to kneel and rest her head. Rather than worry about what Master would do with the knowledge he was gaining, she had one task to accomplish – not coming.

  ~oOo~

  The Fall of Jayden

  The feel of her silky curls beneath his fingers was the sole reason Jayden was maintaining any sense of calm. For an evening that had started off so splendid, he was shocked at how fast his good mood had withered.

  His stress earlier in the week over Ronnie had vanished the moment he’d heard the reason for her premature labor. She’d had twins: a boy and a girl. The second baby had managed to elude all medical technology and had shown up as a total surprise to everyone in the room. The kicker to the situation was that the blood tests indicated there was a baby for each momma. DNA tests were being run for their medical records. His mother had laughed at his surprise, and informed Jayden that twins did run in the family. There just hadn’t been any for a couple of generations.

  With the happy news, Jayden had stopped worrying about his parents not being there, and waited with anticipation to get to spend his birthday with his girl. He had hoped to introduce Catherine to his parents this weekend, which is why he’d been so bothered the weekend before, though that piece of information Jayden had kept to himself. What mattered now wasn’t that they weren’t here, but that Catherine was.

  Jayden had watched Catherine arrive on his security cameras and had seen the cake she carried in. He was pretty sure she had made it herself and grinned like a kid. He still remembered how good her Christmas pies had been.

  When he walked into the playroom still dressed from work, Jayden hadn’t been prepared for what he found. His beautiful Catherine was posed with perfection. Her journal lay on the floor in front of her and her tits – which he adored – were tipped with quirky little bows.

  His pet had presented herself as a gift.

  And she’d broken a rule.

  Clothes or coverings of any kind were not allowed in Jayden’s playroom with the exception of the robe she wore while moving through the house. Even that was discarded within moments of entry.

  Jayden concluded that part of her ‘gift’ was giving him a reason to spank her good and thorough – something he’d not done since the belt lashing in the hotel room the night they’d signed their contract. His cock hardened lightning-quick.

  He felt confident in Catherine’s progress to step up their play now that she was asking for it. Seemed to make perfect sense to him to begin by fucking her face – so he did, and her wanton body language told him she loved every second of it. After, he asked Catherine to present her journal.

  Jayden went on alert the moment her bottom lip trembled while she leaned forward to lift the book. His sigh was internal. He knew what the outward nerves meant: she had dredged up a lingering memory, and that knowledge was a mood-killer.

  Thinking on his feet, he revised his plans since he now needed to handle Catherine with a bit more tact. Jayden made a show out of ignoring the journal until he had shown his pet some attention. Oh how tempting it had been to drop to his own knees and play in the copious amount of moisture coming from her.

  So there he sat, stroking Catherine’s hair as much for her comfort as his own. The words his eyes scanned across infuriated and sickened him.

  i’m not sure why this particular memory was repressed. Maybe because it was the last time i saw him? Spencer, that is. All i know is that i woke up happy this morning. Happy enough to remember my Maimeo and my Da while i worked in the kitchen. One thought led to another and then i was remembering that night.

  i think Master will be proud of me. While the panic did start, i controlled it. i willed it to wait until i could get to my journal, and rather than give it another moment to fester or cause me to lose any of the headway i’ve made, i’m going to write it out. When Master reads this, He’ll know. He’ll know how i escaped and why i ran. Maybe in telling it, i can stop running? i’m ready to stop.

  i don’t want to be afraid anymore.

  It was October and football season. Spencer was at the bar with some of his friends to watch the game and i was enjoying the reprieve and the quiet. If he wasn’t home, then i wouldn’t be made to do more unspeakable things. i think in those final weeks and months with him, i kept my sanity only by remembering Andrew.

  Andrew was always good and kind, and had helped me understand what i thought was a sick darkness within me. He’d shown me a way to breathe and find happiness in myself – and acceptance. Remembering him gave me hope that i would get out of the nightmare i’d found myself in. Spencer tried to break me, and while he made a valiant effort, there was always some small part of me that knew what he was doing wasn’t right and it was a mockery of the lifestyle. i just had to stay strong and i would find a way out.

  i wish Spencer had let me get a part-time job, but he didn’t trust me to be out of the house without him. i don’t think he trusted me to be in the house either since there was no telephone or Internet. Sometimes i wondered why he never just locked me in a cage like a dog while he was gone, but then his house wouldn’t have been cleaned. Spencer did have a cell phone; he just kept it with him at all times.

  Anyways, i digress. But isn’t that part of writing for therapy? To just let the words come with no regard for consequences. To simply force them maybe a thought or an idea would get overlooked?

  Is it digression so much as avoidance? i’m sitting here on the cusp of physical illness while the images from that night flash in horrid Technicolor behind my lids. Here goes nothing.

  Spencer decided to bring his friends back to the house to watch the game. The lot of them stomped into the house, falling and tripping over each other, raising quite the ruckus. The moment he began demanding that i bring out the game munchies and get the TV turned on i knew i was in for it.

  We had no TV, nor had i been asked to prepare any food beforehand. In fact, the house was quite low on groceries so when i went into the kitchen to attempt to come up with something so that he wouldn’t get mad, there was nothing to fix. i came up empty-handed.

  As expected, it went downhill from there. When it sank into their alcohol-induced haze that there was no food and no entertainment, they began to give Spencer a hard time.

  To save face he offered me.

  i know it was only hours that they used me, but it felt like days. The word “airtight” was said often followed by crude laughter. i just willed myself to go someplace else in my head and to keep breathing. Not an easy thing to do with a rancid, sweaty cock shoved down your throat. The hygiene of the men was questionable at best. Their odor was gag-inducing.

  There were a total of six men. i don’t know if they all participated or not.

  By the time they stumbled out of the house in search of more beer, i had been raped repeatedly in every orifice. i kept my eyes closed the whole time trying to hide my tears and cannot be sure cocks were the only thing they pushed into me. i ached everywhere and noticed over the next few days several bite-shaped bruises surface across my body.

  Not for the first time, Jayden wished Spencer was still alive so that he could hunt him down and extract a pound of flesh – and then some – on Catherine’s behalf. Jayden didn’t want to read any more, but he felt like he had to. His precious jewel had lived through these horrors; the least he could do was read about them and understand her pain.

  Catherine gave a soft whimper from her spot, and Jayden jumped at the excuse to stall.

  “How are you doing, Catherine?”

  “This girl is good, Master. Thank you,” she replied after a shaky deep breath. She was close.

  “Does my little slut want to come?” Jayden cooed at her while winding her hair around his hand. With a gentle tug, he pulled her head back so that she had to turn her forest tinted gaze up at him. He gazed upon her wondering how freckles could be so sexy.

  “Aye, Master.” Catherine exhaled then added, “If it would please you.”

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nbsp; Jayden chuckled. “Nice save, slut. Get up here in my lap.”

  Catherine stood and turned around with Jayden’s guiding hand leading her. He pulled her down into his lap so that she was straddling a thigh with her back against his chest. His leg warmed with the heat of her sex pressing down on it.

  He shifted the journal to his other hand, freeing the one that enclosed her waist.

  “Lay your head back against me, pet. Good, now spread for me, give your Master access to that succulent treat between your legs.”

  Jayden slid his hand over the soft flesh of her tummy seeking out the area that was calling to him with its heat. Catherine moaned and spread her legs further, making it even easier for his digits to slip over her and gather the wetness. He brought the fingers to his mouth and lapped at them while Catherine watched. By the fire in her eyes, Jayden guessed she was entrapped by the motions his tongue was making.

  “Close your eyes and relax. You may come when you like, but I want you to try to hold it.”

  Jayden could feel when she relaxed into him, and he proceeded to let his fingers stroke over her with the lightest of pressure while he continued reading. By the time he finished Catherine had soaked his pants. He was thankful he’d kept going. Her closing words spoke volumes to him, and he might have fallen a little more for her because of them. If he’d believed there was a place for romance in the world that is.

  i remember laying there. i felt wet and dirty and it hurt to breathe. One of the men enjoyed choking, and i could still feel his thick hands wrapped around my throat.

  The house was quiet after they left, but i didn’t move for a while. What if one of them had stayed behind to keep an eye on me? i feared that if i revealed my consciousness it would start all over again. So i wept in silence. Perhaps i dozed. It wasn’t until my bladder ached that i dared to pull myself onto my hands and knees and crawled to the bathroom.

  It wasn’t easy standing up and when i did i saw myself in the mirror. Empty eyes stared back at a gray face with cracked and bloodied lips. My hair was limp and tangled with a myriad of body fluids they’d left on me. i might as well have been dead. i wished i was.

  With careful movements, i tugged at the remaining tatters of my clothing, much like a molting snake, and climbed into the shower. i set the water as hot as it i could stand it and stood under the spray. While the filth gave way to tender pink skin, i screamed and cried and beat my fists against the old tiles.

  Exhausted and wrapped in my towel, i made it to the round dog bed that i was allowed to sleep in and passed out.

  The sun was in the wrong part of the sky when i woke up to a loud pounding. i was groggy but more rested than i could remember being for a long time. The pounding came again and i stood up, stiff and achy everywhere. i grabbed Spencer’s robe off the end of his bed, put it on, and made my way to the front room where i realized the sound was knocking at the front door.

  i was scared when i put my eye up to the peephole and then speechless when i saw the uniformed officer standing on the other side. He had come to break me from my cage. i had to yell through the door that i couldn’t open it from the inside.

  Twenty minutes later a professional was unlocking it from the outside, and i was informed of what had transpired while the medics that had been called looked me over.

  Spencer and a couple of the group – i’m not sure where the rest had gone, which is why i have continued to look over my shoulder all this time, had lost control of the car while speeding and ended up crashing into a ravine.

  “There were no survivors.” Were the words the police officer said to me.

  But he was wrong – i survived.

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  ~~~Chapter 20~~~

  Days Go By

  Being cradled in Master’s arms, she’d discovered, gave Catherine insight to his thoughts. When he held her close and tight, she could tell by his touch what frame his mind was in. If Master was angry or worried about something his touch was firm and hard, but he was always controlled. Should he be in a playful mood, his touch became gentle caresses, feather-light and suggestive of fun times to be had. Lust came through Master’s toys when they set her skin on fire so that Catherine begged for him to put his flesh on hers. She knew of Master’s pride because it showed in his amber eyes every time he looked at her.

  While Master held her in his lap the night before and read her words, she had noticed a new level to his touch that was a blend of everything. Everything about their time in the playroom had seemed amplified; from the way he assessed Catherine’s fraught nerves and gave her a method to deal with them, to how he’d held her protectively and his undeniable possessiveness. Her heart had skipped a beat when a single word fluttered through her mind – love.

  The crazy notion had triggered her orgasm, and she was pretty sure she heard a contented sigh from Master against her ear. Afterward he’d removed the clamps, and they had sex – it was too gentle to have been fucking – with her on the bed and him moving inside her with slow-paced, gentle thrusts. The cuffs that hung from the bedposts supported her arms and thereby her weight while she faced the headboard, yet it was Master’s arms that enclosed her and held her safe and sound.

  “Did you bring cake, pet?”

  “Hm?” she mumbled still in a post-orgasmic daze.

  Master’s lips pressed against her shoulder, and she could feel him shake with his amusement. His sure fingers moved to release her from the cuffs, catching her, and guiding her down to the bed.

  Catherine didn’t resist when he slid her bare backside over his toned thighs. She was happy to lie against his chest when Master’s palm cupped her head and pulled her close.

  “I saw you on the security cameras earlier. It looked like you had something yummy with you . . .”

  She started to giggle, and he responded with soft tickles along her ribs until she began laughing full out. The air left Catherine in a whoosh when he yanked her against him and kissed her with a fierce passion.

  It was over before she’d had time to accept it was happening, and then he was retreating from her. He backed off the bed and held his hand out to her.

  “I think that’s enough playroom for tonight. Come, Jewel. Let’s eat some cake.”

  ~*~

  Catherine shifted in the hard-backed seat, and looked out through the grease-smudged window at the passing scenery. The plug Master had put in was a new size, larger than what she was used to. He had plans to get a fucking machine for the playroom and wanted her ass ready to accommodate double-penetration whenever he felt like it.

  “I think we’re going to have fun today, Catherine,” Master surmised. “It’s been years since I’ve been to the zoo, and I can’t remember the last time I rode public transportation,” he added looking around the DART train car.

  She looked back to him and smiled. “Aye, Master. This girl hopes we do.”

  They had spent the evening before nibbling on cake. Master claimed it was the moistest cake he’d ever had, and they had discussed her journal entry. Because Master had moved them to a free zone – an area of the house where she was allowed to be more relaxed so long as she remained respectful – he’d made it easier for her to make her proposition.

  His eyes had sparkled with mischief after she had suggested the zoo be the backdrop for their Saturday play – her treat. Master had raised the stakes by surprising her in the morning when he had Micah drop them at the Lovers Lane train station near Catherine’s apartment rather than drive them all the way in.

  Catherine didn’t dare ask, but Master saw the question in her face and answered with a cryptic, “There’s so much I can do to you with a forty-five minute ride. Though, that will be just the beginning of our day, slut.”

  Master claimed it was a birthday to remember, and Catherine couldn’t have agreed more.

  ~oOo~

  The Gift of the Magi part II

  The zoo day turned out to be such a success for both of them that Jayden started adding ‘field trips’ into th
eir weekends. Museums, sporting events, the aquarium – Catherine was prepared in some deviant way, and then paraded at them all.

  With each experience and every outing, Jayden could see how she grew in poise and confidence. Her journal entries showed no further overtones of negativity or sorrow. The broken girl he’d spotted standing alone on a cold, fall evening nine months earlier had turned into his life and he couldn’t tell anyone.

  Jayden had continued to stay in touch with Landon, and while he’d not outright told Landon what his true feelings were morphing into, he was pretty sure Landon knew. He wondered if his parents would pick up on it, too.

  Denying his feelings was no longer an option for Jayden. Keeping them to himself was an option, though, and the right thing to do. If nothing else Jayden would respect that she’d entrusted her submission to him with the understanding that he would not overstep their precious Dom and sub arrangement.

  He couldn’t give her up, but he could love her from afar, and he could continue to dominate her.

  Jayden was flying down to Corpus Christi for the Fourth of July weekend, and he was taking Catherine with him. His parents would be taking the spare room at Steph and Ronnie’s house so he and Catherine would be staying at a nearby hotel which suited Jayden fine. They would have some space and time to themselves for scening.

  The weekend would be interesting to see how he managed to balance his secrets. Catherine couldn’t know about his feelings, and he didn’t want his parents knowing about his sexual preferences. It was going to be a fine line to walk.

  Call it a hunch, but Jayden was certain Catherine would also appreciate having a place to gain some distance from his family. They could be a little exuberant at times.