She stepped up to him and ran her fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp and gripping his hair for a heartbeat. “Such a good lad, aren’t you?” A whisper, to taunt. Stretching her hand down, she smacked his ass and directed, “Crawl to the bathroom and bend over the counter.”
The Domme followed her pet, enjoying the sway of his tight rear end in front her. With morbid curiosity, she paid close attention to his reflection when he began to move into position over the counter.
Jayden froze, brown eyes bulging.
“Is there a problem, peata?” she crooned. “You may answer.”
The debate warring in his eyes was crystal clear when he shifted them from her eyes in the mirror to the supplies on the counter, and back to her. At last, he took a deep breath and answered with a quiet, “No, Madame.” Submitting.
Respectful of how thorough Jayden always was with her whenever they did something new that she was unsure of, Erin explained her rationale for the procedure. He listened, still and patient, while she summarized her earlier thoughts on humiliation and Landon’s preferences. By the time she’d finished, Jayden’s countenance had grown serene. “What color are we?” she asked softly.
“Green, Madame, we are green.”
“Good. Now spread your legs and bend over the counter. We need to do this quickly.”
To his credit, though he tensed when the warm rinse first began filling his backside, he relaxed soon after, thereby making the process easier. Once she’d filled his colon, she gave him permission to use the toilet, then stepped into the shower to wait for him.
When he joined her several minutes later, his red face betrayed his embarrassment. Jayden stared at the tiles on the bottom of the shower.
“Come here.” She guided him beneath the pelting spray. “You did very well, A rúnsearc. Let me wash you.” Taking the lush soap in hand, Erin lathered him from head to toe, rubbing in firm circles and letting her nails scrape to get all the wax off his sculpted form. The mild scent of saffron with a hint of sweet clover honey wafted up in the steam. She lifted the shower head down, and he kneeled without being asked so she could reach his hair.
Her man was luxuriating in her touch, and she understood. Erin lived for these sensual, loving moments with her Master. Jayden’s eyes slipped shut, a soft purring sound coming from him soon after, when she set about washing his hair. By the time she was ready to rinse out the frothy lather, he’d dropped his forehead against her stomach and had resumed that content humming.
Did she make noises like this, unbeknownst to her, when He worshiped her?
“All done, peata. Please retrieve our towels from the warmer.”
Erin stepped out of the shower after she finished rinsing off and found Jayden waiting, a towel around his waist, and holding the other one open for her. She raised her arms, and he came forward to engulf her in the warm, plush cotton. After tucking the top of the towel at her breast to lock it in place, she brushed past him with a quiet “Come” and returned to the playroom.
“Sir Landon will be here in about ten minutes. I’m going to dress you and then retire to my room to get ready.” She gathered his evening wear while she talked. “Drop the towel.” He complied, and Erin appreciated his lithe body before she approached him.
He stood still while she enclosed his neck in a leather play collar. Next was a set of beginner clamps connected by a chain, which she threaded through the D ring of his collar, before securing a claw to each of his nipples. Erin was unconcerned about leaving the clamps on him since their bite pressure was very low. She knew from experience that it would be nothing more than a tugging sensation.
Wetness gathered between her thighs when she stepped back to take in his appearance.
To place the next item, Erin had to kneel in front him. She chuckled when his semi-hard cock started to thicken in front of her face. “You’re going to want to get a handle on that. Otherwise, the next part of your outfit is going to be difficult to get on,” she stated and showed him the cock cage in her hand.
Jayden gulped, nodded, and then whispered, “Yes, Madame.”
Erin gave him a moment to collect himself. The skill was one he’d perfected in his years as a Dominant, and her arousal heightened when his erection lessened. That amount of control was commendable to her. Once Jayden was flaccid again, Erin wasted no time putting the cage in place and tightening the lock.
The first breath he inhaled was deep and shaky.
With measured steps, Erin circled him, appraising her handiwork. “Aye. This will do fine.” The tips of her fingers skimmed his caged flesh, and he hissed.
Jayden’s cock was trying to swell under her touch but couldn’t because of its confinement.
“I’m off to get ready for our dinner guest. You may go set the table and make any finishing touches on dinner. When he arrives, I expect you to answer the door on your knees.” Erin took a deliberate pause to see if he would react. Other than a slight widening of his eyes, he remained focused, so she continued. “You’re to remain on your knees from that point on until one of us tells you otherwise. Do you understand?”
“Your boy understands, Madame. May your boy ask one question?”
“Go ahead.”
“Is your boy allowed to crawl to move around or must he stay only on his knees?”
She considered his request, and knowing from experience that it was easier to crawl than attempt to “walk” on your knees, she gave him the okay to crawl. With that resolved, she departed, leaving Jayden to carry out her commands.
*~*~*
In a trance, Jayden stared after her towel-clad form while she left the room. Her hips had a gentle sway when she walked and, once again, his cock tried to stand up and take notice. Wondering which of the outfits she would choose to wear that night didn’t help his situation either. The remaining costumes in her closet wouldn’t cover near as much skin as the cat suit she’d worn the night before.
Fuck—this damn cage sucks balls.
Out of habit, Jayden went to shake his head in an effort to clear it, but the movement pulled at the chained clamps. Again, his stupid cock attempted an unsuccessful awakening. It was going to be a long night.
After spending a few minutes testing how much range of motion he had, he strode out, headed for the kitchen. With the oven set to preheat, he stirred the stew and added the quick-cooking ocean delicacies.
Gathering dishes and moving to the dining room, Jayden started to set three places, but remembered Madame’s decree for him to be on his knees until further notice. Two place settings were laid instead.
Back in the kitchen, he broiled the garlic bread and then packed the slices in a basket. While the bread toasted, Jayden had ladled the stew into a serving dish and taken it to the table. Last to be set out was the wine, and he was in the middle of uncorking it when the doorbell rang. His hands shook, and he had to be careful when setting the bottle down. Suddenly Jayden’s heart was racing, and he was starting to sweat.
Why the fuck am I nervous about this? Could it be because he’d arranged this whole evening, so anything that happened tonight was on him?
The chiming of the doorbell a second time spurred him into action. Can’t leave your guest waiting. That would be rude and punishable. He smirked at the idea.
Jayden’s hand was on the doorknob when he remembered he wasn’t kneeling like she’d required. I’m going to do this. His body seemed to travel to the hard floor in slow motion, a myriad of revelations overtaking him while he peered down his torso to stare at his clamped nipples and caged cock. I’m going to let Landon see me in this get-up, and it’s going to be humiliating.
There was a small click as the knob turned in his palm, and the door swung open. He backed up, dropping his eyes to the floor.
Boots tapped over the entryway while Sir Landon entered, then closed the door behind him.
Jayden waited for his friend’s laughter, for the good-hearted mocking to begin. His days training beside Landon back at Rice
had never included this.
“Evenin’, Jayden. Thanks for having me.” Landon’s southern drawl was relaxed and sincere.
The submissive snapped his eyes up to look at Landon, expecting to catch a cocky grin while his friend tried to hold back laughter at Jayden’s appearance. But Landon wore a friendly smile and his blue eyes were filled with softness.
He isn’t going to laugh.
It clicked. After so many years of being a Dom, understanding and enlightenment slammed into Jayden with a vengeance.
We never laugh at our submissives. We find pleasure in them.
Any outlandish outfit or situation a Dom asked for wasn’t done with the intent to embarrass. It was done to test the limits of their submissive’s devotion. There was no greater gift to a Master than to have their submissive indulge any request with an eager “Yes, Master.”
Or, in his case, an “Aye, Master.”
Every time Catherine submitted to him, she found her pleasure in His pleasure. There was no awkwardness or shame in any of their activities, only pride and beauty. A certainty sank into Jayden’s heart at that moment. Whatever was asked of him in the coming hours, he would do.
If she wanted him to sit in the corner and watch them fuck, he’d do it. If she asked them to take her at the same time, they’d do it. If she told Jayden to suck Landon’s cock, he’d do it. Hell, if she wanted them to read bedtime stories and drink hot cocoa with her, then that’s what he would do.
Anything she asked of him, he was going to do without hesitation. Because if this was the one time he could show her that he got it, that he understood down to his core what she gave Him every time she knelt at His feet, then he wouldn’t waste the chance.
Catherine O’Chancey had agreed to be his wife and lifelong submissive. For that, he would give her anything she desired, aside from his heart and soul—she already owned those.
CHAPTER 30
Welcome, Sir Landon
Landon grinned down at his yella rose, who was being rather exuberant with her clapping. He’d granted her permission to entertain herself in their playroom while he was out that evening. She could come as much as she wanted, but she had to document each orgasm in her journal—how achieved, what toys used, and level of intensity—so that they could discuss, and possibly recreate, them later.
“Thank you, Master!” Paige shrieked before jumping into his arms and kissing him brazenly. She pulled back to rest her cheek against his chest while letting her fingers play over his ribs.
The kiss had been deep and filled with their love for each other, leaving his heart racing as she often did.
“This color does amazing things to your eyes,” she whispered. The Dom had donned a royal blue, soft cotton tee to pair with his black leather play pants.
Landon placed a finger under her chin, then lifted her face to his. “I love you, sugar. Be a good girl, and I’ll be home before you know it.” He gave her a chaste kiss on her lips, followed by a quick peck on her nose just as his phone alarm sounded, telling him it was time to go.
The drive to Jayden and Erin’s took about twenty minutes. Parking in front of the house, he exited the car and headed up to the porch, intrigued to see how well the switch weekend had worked out for them so far. Landon’s honest expectation was that Jayden was having a harder time of it than Erin. She would do what was asked of her. Jayden, not so much.
He snickered at the idea of how fun this was going to be to witness and rang the doorbell, taking a step back to wait. A few moments later, the door swung open and Landon walked in, enjoying the sound of his boots tapping on the marble with each measured step. After closing the door behind him, he took in the sight of Jayden kneeling to the right of the door.
His back was straight, though his head was bent, his dark hair falling forward. Connected to a leather collar around Jayden’s neck was a chain attached to a set of nipple clamps. Landon was shocked to see his friend’s dick encased in a cage.
Well, call me a cow and tip me over.
Jayden’s form was perfect, like he’d been a submissive all his life. While Landon hadn’t questioned if Erin was the woman for his friend, the vision before him now convinced beyond doubt. The mighty Jayden Masterson did not submit to anyone anymore, but apparently he did for this woman. Landon’s amusement from moments earlier on the porch was replaced with distinct pride in his friend.
“Evenin’, Jayden. Thanks for having me.”
His eyes rose to meet Landon’s. “Good evening, Sir. It’s a pleasure to have you join us,” Jayden welcomed him with sincerity.
“Hi, Landon, so nice of you to come over tonight.” Erin’s voice sounded behind him, and Jayden’s mouth dropped open as his eyes opened wide.
Landon leaned down to whisper in Jayden’s ear, “You might want to close that or risk catching flies.” Straightening, he turned to face Erin and froze himself.
Erin stood on the second step, a slim hand clenching the banister, and in the other, a leash. Bronze armbands twisted around her upper arms, giving the impression of vines crawling over her skin. The green leather corset fit her torso like a glove. Her breasts were on display in the half-cup design, the J’s he’d pierced her with glimmering and catching the fading rays of sunlight in the foyer. A matching skirt showed off her hips, accentuating her waist and brushing against the tops of her thighs. There was about an inch of her creamy skin visible before her legs disappeared beneath a pair of nude thigh highs with a pale green leaf pattern worked into the silk. Her wood nymph look was completed with bronze-colored heels on her feet.
The Dom opened his mouth to speak and closed it. Landon was speechless. After a few seconds, he was able to choke out a “Wow, Darlin’,” resulting in her chest and face blooming a soft pink. From the corner of his eye, he could see Jayden nodding his agreement, and he chuckled. “Think I’m feeling a bit overdressed here.”
Her soft giggle reverberated around the foyer and helped to ease some of the sexual tension that had risen to a crescendo at her appearance.
“My peata has prepared a lovely dinner for us. How about we enjoy that first, and then see what we can do about your state of dress?” Erin proposed with a smirk on her face. Jayden’s quirks were rubbing off on her more every day.
“Peata?”
“Pet, of course.” She winked and descended the last few steps, then sauntered over to Jayden with a sway in her hips.
Landon watched while she stroked her pet’s hair then leaned over to whisper in his ear before she hooked the leash onto his collar.
“Come, lad.”
Jayden fell forward onto his hands and began crawling behind her while she led him by the leash.
Until that moment, Landon would have willingly bet on the least favored horse to win at Lonestar before he would’ve believed there was a real dominant streak in Erin. He’d been positive she was submissive through and through. Watching her now, though, he could see that Jayden had been correct all along, and his dick throbbed in anticipation of what was to come.
Dinner was pleasant, the stew spicy enough to warm his mouth but not cause pain. He passed on the wine in favor of ice water. Given the circumstances of their meeting, Landon was the alpha Dominant for the night and took that responsibility to heart. He had the welfare of all three of them in his hands.
They ate in silence, each of them likely reflecting on the evening ahead. Jayden spent the time kneeling on a pillow beside Erin while she fed him from her own plate. While strange to witness, it served to increase his feelings of respect for his friend.
There was a serenity to Jayden’s composure tonight which had Landon wondering what it would be like to go home and do this—switch—with Paige. Maybe. He’d been on top for so long that he wasn’t sure he could do it.
When they finished their meal, Erin gave Jayden forty-five minutes to straighten up the dinner mess then get to the playroom, where he was to be in a waiting position. Seeing her blatantly stare at his naked ass when he left the room with a stack
of plates made Landon laugh.
“Shall we move to the den while Jayden carries out his task?” she asked, rising from her seat.
With Jayden now gone, he noticed Erin couldn’t quite bring herself to look him in the eye. Landon gripped her hand and squeezed it to reassure her. “Lead the way, Darlin’.”
Once the pair was settled in a set of facing armchairs, Erin inhaled and melted into the chair, her confidence and strength visibly fading from her body. She raised her green eyes to Landon at last.
“I owe him a punishment!” Erin blurted.
He responded with an understanding smile. “Oh?”
People outside their Lifestyle tended to assume they were a group of fetish freaks who got off on inflicting punishment. In most cases, that wasn’t true. The excitement came from administering pleasurable sensations, and for some, that happened through pain. Punishments were necessary at times to maintain the boundaries in their roles as Dominants and submissives, though. This was a structured Lifestyle, after all, and the rules had to be followed, and enforced—or it became something else.
“Start at the beginning, Erin. Tell me what y’all have done since switching roles last night.” He wanted to encourage her to open up, choosing to use the informal address to remind her she was an equal at the moment.
Landon reclined into his seat and listened while she recounted the scenes they’d played out, and how Jayden had needed to step back into Dom mode to handle her when she’d broken down. Even though it sounded like his friend had handled the situation, he could tell by Erin’s words and the way she held herself while she spoke that the woman still felt like she’d let Jayden down, especially with regard to failing on aftercare.
“Yeah, so, there you have it,” she mumbled, holding her hands open out in front of her for a moment before dropping them into her lap.
They sat in quiet solitude while he pondered everything. To say he was impressed was an understatement. Erin had attempted a lot in a small amount of time, and from the sounds of it, Jayden had enjoyed every minute of it. The biggest surprise she’d revealed was that Jayden had prepared his ass for her—and she’d used it. That tidbit caused another stirring in his lap, and he had to shift in his seat to adjust himself.
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