A Divine Life (The Divine Trilogy)

by Hargrave, R. E.

  If today went well, they would need to renegotiate her contract. Some of the changes he was going to suggest would require some personal days as just Jayden and Erin, not Master and Catherine. Inside, Jayden was hoping the changes would be permanent and that this would be the last submissive’s contract he’d ever have to pen.

  While he’d arranged today for Catherine to test her limits and realize her fantasies, Jayden was also going to be pushing himself. Today was going to be a final hoorah, so to speak, for him. If Catherine was open to what Jayden planned to propose to her, this would be his last day with any submissive except her. The computer finished its final login and security check, so Jayden buckled down and got to work.

  XXX

  At eleven-thirty, Jayden was deep into reviewing the latest production numbers out of China when he got a text from Jonathan.

  Check your email. She’s something else. Anytime I can be of assistance again, I’m game! She’s got more stamina than you give her credit for. Later, Jon

  Jayden sent a quick text back thanking him, finished up the document he was working on, and then pulled up Jonathan’s email. He couldn’t deny his nerves were frazzled with anticipation over what he was about to view.

  In planning Catherine’s session with Jonathan, both men had agreed that she wouldn’t be able to handle more than five to ten lashes of the whip before she called Red—her safe word to stop the scene. That was fine with Jayden; it would be a fantastic start. When Jonathan then suggested the horse apparel, Jayden had loved the idea, and it had led him to custom-order an entire set of play toys for today. He’d gone with the rich brown, because he loved the way the color looked against her skin after impact play.

  With a few clicks of the mouse, Jayden had opened the video and connected it to his wireless projection screen. He sucked in a breath at the sight of her almost full size before him, nude except for the heels and his collar wrapped around her neck.

  He watched while Catherine glanced around for a moment before falling into a submissive stance. Standing there with her head bowed, she succumbed to her natural tendencies. His dick twitched in his pants, and Jayden felt his chest begin to swell with pride and admiration for the once broken girl.

  Adjusting himself, Jayden kept his eyes on the screen while Jonathan entered the room and ‘checked’ her over before fitting her with the harness and tail plug. Damn, that was just downright erotic. When Jonathan had her walk around the room, Jayden’s dick went from sporadic twitches to a slow, steady swell while he watched that tail swish back and forth. By the time Jon had her on the table on all fours, Jayden’s dick was rock hard.

  Her eyes widened, and then glazed over when Jonathan asked her about the whip. Jayden felt himself grin, knowing she was remembering Demon Night. It was the same look she’d had that night when she’d watched Jonathan work over his sub.

  Then Jonathan took out the whip and had her kiss the handle.

  Fuck Me.

  Shocked by his reaction, Jayden had to pause the video, needing to catch his breath.

  Jonathan’s text had indicated she’d done well, and Jayden hadn’t received any panicked calls, so he knew that the video wasn’t going to reveal his beautiful Catherine having a mental breakdown. Deciding he was ready, he pressed play once again.

  On screen, Jonathan began. Jayden watched the first lash make her come without flinching under the cracking leather. Catherine’s body absorbed the impact with majestic grace, and Jayden relaxed. Enthralled with the scene before him, he absentmindedly stroked himself through the thin material of his dress pants while he watched Jonathan’s arm go up, and then come back down, again and again.

  Jayden counted the first ten lashes, and he was astounded that Catherine came twice more. After that, he became mesmerized and quit counting. He could see the insides of her thighs glistening while her juices trickled out of her with repeated orgasms.

  Holy shit!

  Jonathan hadn’t been kidding about her stamina. He moved around her, bringing the whip down across her back, avoiding the tender vital organs to lash over her ass, the bottoms of her feet after he slipped her high heels off, and the backs of her thighs. Then he angled his strike position so just the tip bit at the sides of her tits.

  Thirty minutes later, Jonathan backed off and set the whip down. Catherine’s magnificent body was flushed pink, red lashes crisscrossing over her skin. She hadn’t called “Red.” Instead, Catherine had accepted and delighted in what was being done to her by coming innumerable times.

  Jayden’s cock ached. He couldn’t deny that he’d fallen for her a little harder. How had he been lucky enough to have this angel come into his life? She’s perfect in every way, he thought. Up on the screen, Jonathan leaned over and whispered something in Catherine’s ear just before pushing his large, stiff shaft into her ass. She came yet again, while Jayden looked on in disbelief.

  A loud groan reverberated around the room when Jayden squeezed his dick in a knee-jerk reaction. He shuddered and moved his hand before chastising himself: Dammit, a Dom with three subs does not need to jerk off like some hormone-riddled teenager.

  Jonathan proceeded to fuck her for the next fifteen minutes before she announced she was going to come again. While Jayden looked on, Jonathan tensed. It was obvious when he came with Catherine; he threw back his head and released a loud, stretched-out, “Fuck,” followed by numerous grunts while he finished off inside her.

  Being the responsible Dom Jayden knew he was, Jonathan pulled out, and after discarding his condom, cleaned her up. His friend then set about working oil into Catherine’s flesh while she did, in fact, pass out on the table, just as Jayden had predicted she would.

  What the Dom hadn’t predicted was that the scene would be so all-consuming for his submissive; that she would meld so easily into it. It had been glorious to watch. The lash marks were already beginning to fade. They left behind white welts, into which Jonathan rubbed the special oil.

  With ten minutes left until Samantha was due to arrive, Jayden couldn’t have been happier at how the day was proceeding. Also, his cock needed some serious attention, so it was a good thing she’d be there soon. He pondered how Samantha was going to react to his news that today would be their last play date, and he was thankful when his dick softened a little.

  Samantha had almost been Jayden’s collared sub before Catherine came into his life, and until he’d experienced Catherine’s skills, Samantha had been the best head he’d ever encountered. To their misfortune, Samantha just didn’t like it as rough as Jayden did, and she had been developing a pattern of Yellowing or even calling Red on him when he would try to get her to expand her limits.

  Because he hadn’t met Catherine yet and didn’t want to give up Samantha all together, Jayden had offered her a position as his personal assistant with benefits. They’d renegotiated her basic contract, and he now paid her three times what someone in her position would get in a normal situation. They teased each other over her being his paid whore, but they both knew she was more of a friend. Jayden had insisted on the higher pay because of the specific requirements he had.

  She showed up for work whenever Jayden needed her, worked hard, and wore outfits to his specifications—outfits that allowed him to use her body for physical release while at the office. However, what Jayden didn’t get was the mental release of working Samantha over with his floggers, crops, and leather straps until her skin threatened to burst from the attention.

  That pleasure did not become his again until he’d met Catherine during an open-door night at Dungeons & Dreams—Dallas’s premier BDSM club. She’d come unattached, looking for something more, and Jayden had been the one to give it to her. They’d clicked the moment he’d lifted her knuckles to his lips in introduction.

  The outer door to the office opened and closed. Jayden’s cock began throbbing anew. A few seconds later, there was a knock on his door. “Enter,” he called out.

  Samantha walked in, wearing a fitted, brown skirt th
at halted about two inches above her knees and a sleeveless, cream-colored silk blouse. Her shoulder-length, straight, blond hair had been pulled back into a low ponytail against her neck.

  “Good day, Sir.” She smiled at him.

  Rising from his chair, Jayden walked around to the front of his desk and leaned his ass against the edge. “Your punctuality, as always, is appreciated, kitten. I have a matter that needs your attention.”

  At once she stepped forward and dropped to her knees in front of him. Reaching for his belt buckle, she paused to ask: “May this girl offer you oral service, Sir?”

  “You may.”

  With nimble fingers, Samantha undid his belt, followed by his zipper.

  Jayden straightened up and allowed her to pull his pants down to his thighs, hissing when the cool air of the office hit his already seeping cock.

  Without another word, Samantha leaned forward and bathed his nuts with her tongue, taking time to suck each one into her warm mouth and swirl them around.

  Jayden moaned at the exquisite feeling.

  “Enough of the teasing, kitten. Suck my cock.”

  She licked from his nuts all the way up to the swollen head, sucking the pre-come off the tip, and then ran her tongue through the slit to gather more. Samantha’s mouth opened, and he thrust into it. Her lips closed around his shaft, while one hand wrapped around the base of his cock. A steady rhythm was set while she stroked the lower half of his cock and sucked as much of the top half down as she could.

  The whole time, Jayden managed to thrust into her throat with a gentleness that shocked him, considering his needy state.

  Her other hand moved to his balls, squeezing and pulling on them. He lost the battle when she ran her fingertip along his scrotum, back toward his asshole. Jayden closed his eyes, coming down Samantha’s throat to visions of Catherine on the table with the whip lashing against her.

  Samantha continued a deliberate sucking motion, making sure to get every drop from his softening dick. Licking Jayden clean, she then pulled his pants back up, tucking his dick into them and refastening and buckling him. Only then did she sit back on her haunches, resting her hands palms up on her thighs.

  “Thank you, kitten. I needed that,” Jayden praised with a light air. Of course, she didn’t see the grin that curled the corners of Jayden’s mouth, because her gaze was on the floor like a good little sub. Walking back around his desk and sitting in his chair, Jayden ordered, “Come here.”

  With a graceful air, she rose and stepped around Jayden’s desk, coming to stand in front of him with her hands at her sides.

  Jayden let the silence surround them while he regarded her. Had the time come to give up his office escapades? Could he willingly let go of the knowledge that anytime he felt the urge to come or have a quick fuck, all he had to do was press the buzzer and beckon Samantha into his office? Was Catherine worth this sacrifice?

  Fuck, yes. She is worth this, and so much more.

  At last he was able to speak, “Present yourself, kitten.”

  She was aware of the drill; he knew no other command was necessary. Grasping the hem of her skirt with both hands, she began sliding it up her long legs. Inch by inch, her toned thighs were revealed, and then the soft, tanned skin above her thigh-highs came into view. While she continued working the skirt up to her waist, Jayden was expecting to see her smooth cunt, but instead he saw satin.

  Angered by instinct and habit, he bolted from his seat. Reaching for the lapels of her blouse, Jayden ripped it open, sending buttons skittering across the polished wood floor. He found her small titties were also covered in satin.

  That would never do.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Catherine came to, blinking her eyes in the soft light of the room. Underneath the babbling of the waterfall, she could hear someone moving about, and she had to take a moment to remember where she was. Flashes of her session with Sir Jonathan played through her mind, and she shuddered.

  “Oh, you’re up! Good. I was about to wake you myself, but it’s so much nicer to get up on your own terms, isn’t it?”

  The woman who’d escorted Catherine this morning was grinning at her. “Aye, Mistress—”

  “Oh, no, silly! Just call me Paige. I’m a submissive, like you!”

  Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Catherine noticed Paige was naked with the exception of a platinum link collar that had a silver L hanging from it. When Paige shifted, turning back to the counter near which she stood, Catherine spotted the tail plug drying on a towel next to the sink. The whip was in Paige’s hands, and she was rubbing it up and down.

  “I’m cleaning up the toys,” she explained, as though she’d known Catherine was about to ask. “And oiling the whip, of course. Have to take care of it. An untended whip can hurt like a bitch!” she joked.

  Catherine found herself giggling with the pretty blonde.

  Their laughter died down, and Paige pointed to a tray next to Catherine. “I brought you some fruit, cheese, and ice water. You’ll need to replenish your fluids and keep your energy up for the rest of the day, Catherine.”

  “Thank you, Paige. And please, call me Erin when it’s just us. It’s what my friends call me.” Catherine reached for a bundle of grapes and a slice of cheddar.

  “My pleasure, Erin. After all, what are friends for?”

  “Please join me,” she offered, nodding her head toward the tray to suggest Paige help herself. “So, how long have you been a sub?” Catherine asked in an attempt to get to know her new friend.

  Grabbing a strawberry, Paige’s eyes sparkled when she replied, “Five years, but I’ve belonged to Master Landon for the last three.”

  They sat in solitude for the next few minutes, nibbling on the food. While Catherine was still, Paige was humming with unused energy. All of a sudden, she jumped up, and her breasts with their rosy pink nipples bounced. Catherine noticed a glint of light when Paige turned, and although she didn’t mean to, she found herself staring at Paige’s breasts. Realizing her rudeness, she started to look away.

  A quiet snigger from Paige made Catherine turn her head back. “It’s okay, Erin. Feel free to look at me. I enjoy the attention.” Paige shimmied her shoulders so that her breasts jiggled. “Master didn’t tell me I had to be naked today; he granted my request to be.”

  “I’m sorry,” Catherine mumbled, a tad embarrassed that she was so enraptured with the sight. “It’s just that the light caught on your, um, piercings, and I couldn’t help myself.”

  “Oh, for goodness sake. Here.” Paige walked right up next to her. “Give me your hands.”

  Catherine was tentative while she extended her hands out toward Paige.

  The moment she could reach them, Paige grabbed Catherine’s hands and brought them to her nipples. They were both pierced with little silver rings adorned with more silver L’s; a matched set. A warming sensation began to spread through Catherine’s belly when she remembered her first time with Miss Katarina.

  “Go ahead, pull on them.”

  Paige moaned when Catherine complied by tugging on the jewelry with a gentle pull.

  Fascinated with how pretty the jewelry looked and how Paige was reacting, Catherine had to ask, “The piercings are beautiful. Did it hurt to have it done?” She grabbed another bite of pineapple and popped it into her mouth.

  Would Master like it if she were pierced like this? They had touched upon body modification in past discussions as something to consider.

  What do you think, Erin? It would be another way he could bind you and taunt you.

  “Not at all. In fact, it was quite orgasmic.”

  Catherine must have allowed the jolt of arousal which hit her show on her face, because Paige laughed.

  “Believe me, I like having my nipples played with. Just like you do, I understand.” While she commented, she let her own hands ghost over Catherine’s now-protruding nubs.

  The sensual caress caused a bubble to start building low in Catherine’s gut. Or perhaps
it wasn’t Paige’s touch, she thought when the quirky sensation became a sharp pain. Catherine had to let out a burp.

  “Excuse me,” she exclaimed, moving her hand to cover her mouth in surprise. “My stomach must not like the pineapple.”

  A second burp made Paige jump into action. “Let me see if there’s any antacid stuff in the bathroom. You don’t want to have to deal with that today. It’ll distract from your enjoyment.”

  Before Catherine could reply, Paige had already scampered into the adjoining bathroom. She heard cupboards being opened and closed, and then Paige reappeared looking victorious—and mischievous.

  “Want to play, Erin?” Paige smiled, while shaking a box of antacid in her hand.

  “I’m not sure—” Catherine began with skepticism.

  “Oh, come on! It’ll be fun, I promise.” The sub started twisting her upper body in excitement. “Your next session isn’t due to start for about an hour, so we’ve got time.”

  Catherine nodded, albeit with reluctance, and Paige squealed. While she watched, Paige retrieved a bottle of water from a stocked mini-fridge by the linen shelf and a glass. She soon handed Catherine a bubbling drink, which she gulped down to avoid the bitter taste. With that out of the way, Paige became serious.

  “Lay back, Erin. Let me make you feel good.”

  The words, and the position she was being asked to assume, were so similar to her time with Miss K months before that Catherine’s heart began to race with the expectation of what Paige offered. She lay back but kept herself propped up on her elbows to watch what the girl was doing.

  “This is allowed, right, and it’s safe? I mean, Master told me I was to go with whatever was asked of me, but he didn’t mention . . . this.” She wasn’t sure how to put it into words without sounding snobby. The fact was that Paige was a submissive, and Catherine had only ever been told to obey Sirs or Ma’ams.