Ten minutes after Shawn started the break, Jayden decided to get his woman back on the table. Knowing she would need something to focus on for the next part of the tattoo, the Dom elected to bind his jewel to the table. Shawn had explained that the outline was always easiest to endure. The pain would become more intense when it was filled in, because he had to go a little deeper and spend more time in one area to ensure full coverage. For Jayden, it was imperative that Catherine be still to avoid any slip-ups, considering a mistake couldn’t be erased.
Thinking he would give her one last small tease to keep her on edge, Jayden had wedged himself between her thighs, pushing against them to get her to open wide. Her resistance had surprised him, so he yanked on her nipple rings and was rewarded with her parting legs, revealing a visual feast.
Oh, yes. We’re going to have fun with those little beauties in the playroom, Jayden thought, already envisioning the ways he could attach ropes to stretch her breasts for flogging. Imagining what it would feel like to wrap his lips around her nipples and work the rings with his tongue and teeth made him groan under his breath. Landon had said a minimum of six weeks before heavy play resumed—if she was healed. It might kill them both, but he would do his best to behave and let her recover.
Jesus, he needed to pull back. His dick was uncomfortably hard from the scenes playing out in his mind. With reluctance, Jayden moved away, leaning down to place light kisses across her thighs. Catherine tried in vain to push up against him, and he smiled while maintaining a safe distance—until she begged.
She fucking begged, and that was it.
Who was he to say no to that angel in the flesh? Well, besides her Dom, but Jayden didn’t want to deny her anything at that moment. He dove in, burying his tongue all the way into her core before he dragged up through her folds, seeking out her engorged clit to suckle into his mouth. His jewel’s orgasm was instantaneous and magical to behold.
Somehow, Jayden was able to pull his gaze away from her – maybe it was the quiet snicker he heard behind him – to glance over at Shawn. His friend stood next to Micah, stroking the young man’s hair and pinching his nipples. Shawn had a grin on his face, and he shook his head at Jayden, acknowledging without words that Jayden was a lost cause.
Jayden shrugged his shoulders as if to say “sue me” and sighed, before going back to the corner recliner after a last, longing peek at the oasis taunting him from the table. His cock was screaming at him to do something. A lick of his lips rewarded him with his jewel’s sweet flavor, and one thought surged: Fuck it.
Being extra quiet, he undid his zipper and pulled out his swollen dick, gripping it tight. He ignored the brief flash of pain in his equally swollen knuckles. Punching the wall – and Landon – had been stupid. Jayden’s eyes closed, and he heard Micah whimper when he started to stroke.
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Of all the things the submissive had endured in the past few hours, as many times as she’d found release, none of it compared to what her body had just experienced. Rocking her hips with wanton suggestiveness, looking for friction that wasn’t there, Catherine embraced the hot fire that seared her from within.
How was it possible for just one stroke of a tongue to cause her to come so undone?
Shawn’s soft laugh reached Catherine’s ears, along with a muted whimper. “Well, doll, that was something to see!” He chuckled again. “Almost makes me wish I liked pussy.”
What? Oh. Oh! “Are you, um, I mean . . .” The blindfolded woman didn’t know how to ask without being rude.
“It’s okay, Erin. Yes, I’m gay. But I also know something beautiful when I see it. You, my dear, are one of the most beautiful things I’ve had the pleasure of laying eyes on in a long time.”
Heat raced over Catherine’s skin when she succumbed to a blush from the heartfelt compliment. She heard water running; then a warm cloth was being wiped across her thighs.
“Lift your bottom for me, Erin. You’ve made a bit of a mess on my table.”
The heat flared to life again. “I’m sorry, Si–Shawn,” she whispered, choking on her embarrassment.
“Oh, don’t worry about it, doll. Like I said, that was something to see.”
The warm cloth wiped her underside and came up through her still-pulsing folds. Catherine whimpered at the contact, and then brazenly pushed into it.
“Greedy little thing, aren’t ya, Erin?” Shawn asked, and she could hear the humor in his tone. “You’re gonna have to wait on that, doll. We’ve still got work to do. Now, how are you feeling? Any soreness or tender spots?”
His voice was laced with a level of concern that comforted Catherine. “Nah, I’m good. Ready to get back to it!” If she wasn’t going to get some kind of penetration any time soon, then she wanted to feel the needle. It would distract her from the longing ache between her thighs. She heard the stool roll up, and his large hand took hold of her thigh.
“Sure thing, doll. I’m going to start filling in your outline now. I’ll warn you that this next phase is a bit more intense. I have to push the needle in deeper to set the color, in addition to just moving slower to get it all filled in. You let me know if you need another break.” There was a pat to her thigh, and the machine came to life with a buzz.
The next hour was peaceful. In her center, the fire had simmered down to a low throb while the needle danced over her skin. Catherine centered herself by controlling her breathing. When the pain became sharp, she tugged against her wrist restraints, thus redirecting her focus. It was worst when he worked over her hip bones because the sting became the sharpest, and as a result, her desire flared between her thighs.
Shawn had completed about half of the tattoo when he turned the machine off. “How we doing?” he asked, rubbing Catherine’s outer thigh with a light stroke.
Having succumbed to an in-and-out doze, her voice was sleepy when she replied with a yawn, “I’m fine, Shawn. You’re really good at this. I’ve been napping,” she admitted.
He snickered. “Good to hear, doll. Listen, I need to take a break myself. My hand’s starting to cramp a bit. Why don’t you go ahead and take that nap, and I’ll be back in about twenty minutes?”
“M’kay.” A soft blanket came down over the drowsy woman, and she drifted off.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Jayden’s frustration was mounting; he just wanted to beat off and relieve the pressure in his balls. However, he knew he had more control than that, and he opted to stretch it out and build up his craving. His teasing stroke slowed and his eyes popped open when he overheard Shawn telling his jewel about his sexual preferences.
Really? He’s telling her he’d consider going straight for her? In front of me, no less!
The Dom’s mind was put at ease while he witnessed the platonic kindness Shawn displayed when cleaning Catherine and calming her. Jayden’s hand gripped tighter around his cock again and slid upward. Shawn, Jayden realized, wasn’t making a pass at her; he was just treating her like a little sister or a good friend. His large palm passed over the swollen head, gathering the leaking dampness, and then moved back down.
At hearing Micah whimper again, Jayden swiveled his head to look at him. The young submissive’s gaze was locked on Jayden’s hand, watching its steady movement. A lowered glance revealed to Jayden that Micah’s dick was swelling inside its metal confinement.
Shit, that’s gotta hurt! Jayden thought, and eased up on the tension of his own cock in sympathy.
For the next half hour, the Dom teased both himself and Micah, whose eyes were filled with yearning while they darted between Jayden’s show and Shawn. Other than the occasional flicker toward Micah, Jayden kept his eyes trained on his jewel, monitoring her body language.
Her breathing would pick up, and she’d pull against her cuffs. The slightest of squirms ripened the air in the room with the scent of her arousal whenever her legs shifted apart. Jayden would find his hand moving faster and his balls tightening when that happened. Several times, he had to let go of h
is cock to get himself back under control, but the moment his turgid length began to soften, he would take it in hand again.
In the back of his mind, Jayden knew Shawn was keeping an eye on everything going on around him. With each pause to reload the ink in the gun, he was assessing the situation with all three of them – Micah, Catherine, and Jayden – and loving it.
When Jayden had met with Shawn one-on-one to sort out the details of his role for the day, they had come to an agreement about payment for Shawn’s services. Shawn had all but begged to suck Jayden off to experience the Dom’s legendary cock himself. Jayden had compromised with him by agreeing to jerk off in the room so Shawn could see, but not touch. Knowing Jayden wasn’t going to back down, Shawn had accepted. The fact that Micah had offered himself to Shawn at Jayden’s suggestion was a huge bonus for them all.
Despite Jayden’s valiant effort to hold his orgasm at bay, he reached a point at which he knew he was going to have to come soon. It then dawned on him that he had no convenient receptacle for his seed when it spilled. So he pulled up his shirt, revealing chiseled abs, and Micah let out a longing whimper, which caused Shawn to pause and look over at both of them.
Taking control of the situation, Shawn gave Catherine a brief explanation about needing a break. Her soft breaths and mumbled answer let Jayden know she was not too far from a nap.
Shawn motioned for Micah to follow him, but as Micah started to stand, Shawn made a sign for him to stop, and then mouthed, “On your hands and knees. Crawl,” before he crooked his finger at Jayden to follow as well.
Letting his shirt tumble back down over his torso, Jayden stood, following the two men while his cock bobbed proudly in front of him. When they reached the door, Jayden was brought to a stop by a shocking admission from his girl: her hushed snore followed by a whispered “Love you, Jayden.” Although it was true that he’d already been hard, hearing her subconscious admission tightened his cock further, and his heart swelled. Oh, to hear her say that while awake. The knowledge that the sentiment was in her subconscious was inspirational for Jayden; maybe they’d both survive this day after all.
The three men stepped across the hall into another vacant room before Shawn spoke. “Alright, you two; the sexual tension in that room is killing me.” He emphasized his words by palming his erection through his pants. “Here’s what I propose. Jayden, dude, I can see you are about to blow your wad, and I can’t wait any more for a taste of that ass,” he declared, nodding toward Micah.
“Go on,” Jayden encouraged.
“I want to watch Micah suck your dick while I fuck him,” he stated with a simple nod.
Micah moaned at his dick’s twitching reaction, and the cage entrapping it bounced.
Shawn was right. Jayden needed to come; he was approaching desperate levels of need. What Shawn was proposing would be an easy way for him to do it without the mess of spilling his spunk, and it wasn’t like Micah hadn’t sucked him off before.
“Let’s do it,” Jayden agreed and pulled his shirt off, letting his pants drop to the floor before he could change his mind. He stepped out of the clothes and leaned against the table.
While Jayden undressed, Shawn released Micah from the cage but left the weights attached to his scrotum. The Dom watched with bemused curiosity when Shawn shed his clothes as well. He’d never seen his friend in action as a Dominant, and he was intrigued about the kind of Dom Shawn would be—kind and patient, or demanding and harsh.
“Micah, crawl to me,” Shawn ordered while rolling a condom onto his already erect dick.
“Yes, Sir,” came Micah’s mumbled reply around the ball gag, and then he jumped – well, crawled – into action.
Shawn issued his instructions while untethering Shawn’s mouth from the gag. “Open your mouth. You’re going to get my dick lubed with your spit so I can fuck that pretty ass of yours.” Shawn pushed his thick shaft between Micah’s lips before the submissive could say anything. A delighted groan rumbled from Shawn when Micah’s tongue and mouth went to work on him like an expert. After he had pumped in and out of Micah’s mouth a few times, he told Micah to turn around.
“Now, my pretty little bitch, wrap that hot mouth around Sir Jayden’s cock, and push that ass out for me. We don’t have much time.” Shawn’s words were delivered with a smack to Micah’s ass the moment his mouth engulfed Jayden’s cock.
The familiarity of Micah’s mouth allowed Jayden to shut his eyes and give over to the experience. Feeling that knowledgeable orifice work up and down, the tongue swirling over the head a few times, Jayden was ready to thrust forward just when Micah came to a stop near the base. Shawn plunged into the willing man’s ass, jolting Micah forward, and the rest of Jayden’s cock disappeared. Fuck! That was the deepest Micah had ever taken Jayden in, and when Micah groaned because of the intrusion in his ass, Jayden lost it. While Shawn started moving in Micah’s backside, Jayden began spurting down Micah’s throat.
It felt like he came for five minutes. Micah’s mouth stayed on the Dom the whole time, and he swallowed everything given to him. Soon after Jayden’s release, Shawn tensed up, alerting Jayden that he was coming, too.
“Ahh, fuck! That ass is tight!” bellowed Shawn, tossing his head back so his black curls were thrown around. “Mm, so fucking good.”
With a chortle, Jayden cleared his throat. “Well, on that note I’m going to step out and use the locker room shower to clean up. You two can, yeah, do what you’ve got to do. What do you think, Shawn? Meet you outside in about forty-five minutes?” he inquired while pulling his trousers back on and gathering his shirt off the floor.
Turning a lazy grin toward Jayden, the sated man nodded. “You betcha. She’s done great so far, so I don’t foresee hitting any snags at this point.”
With a heartfelt laugh and a pat on Shawn’s bare shoulder when he walked past, Jayden left to get ready for his scene.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Erin sat on a wide stretch of beach, gazing out over a crystal blue sea; seagulls sang their song in the sky above, while relentless waves pushed and tugged at the shoreline.
“Erin.”
In the distance she could make out a man jogging toward her, but she was looking into the sun and therefore couldn’t make out his face.
“Erin, come on, doll.”
As he got closer, she began to see some of the jogger’s features: bronze skin, dark eyes, wavy ochre locks, and a trim, toned body that was quite easy on the eyes. He was haloed by the sun, and his hand was reaching out to her. She began to lift hers in return.
“Catherine, wake up!”
Her eyes snapped open to be met with darkness. Oh, right, the damn blindfold. She sighed and tried to swallow down her disgruntled mood. Catherine wanted to go back to sleep and see where the dream was going.
“Hey, sleepyhead.” Shawn’s voice held amusement. “Have a nice nap?”
“It was about to get better,” she grumbled, and he laughed.
“I’m sorry, doll, but I’m back, so let’s get this done. Shall we?”
“Aye, Sir,” Catherine snarled.
“Down, kitty!” He laughed at her again, his demeanor even lighter than when they’d begun, and he patted the top of her head. “About thirty more minutes should do it. Do you need to pee or anything before we start?”
“No, thank you. I’m good. Let’s just get this done. I want to see it!”
The artist chuckled again.
“Something funny?”
“Yeah, sweetheart. You! Let’s just say you remind me of someone and leave it at that. Okay, here we go, doll. Homestretch.” Buzzzz . . .
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Before she knew it, Shawn was turning off the tattoo gun and announcing he’d finished. After unhooking her cuffs from the table, he then removed them from her wrists. “Here, doll, take my hand, and let me help you sit up.”
Catherine accepted with grace, and excitement pebbled her nipples, reminding her they would be tender and sore for the foreseeable future
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“It turned out pretty damn good, if I do say so myself,” Shawn preened. “Let me wipe you down and get some ointment on it. First, I’m going to take your blindfold off, but I want you to keep your eyes closed while I do the ointment to help them adjust to the light. Then I’ll take you over to the mirror so you can see.”
The offending item slid over her hair, and Catherine exhaled in relief. “Yeah? I can see it now?” She was bouncing on the table, and he laughed at her exuberance.
“Yes, if you’ll hold still for a minute. I’ve given a set of aftercare instructions to your Master, but the basic rules are to stay out of sunlight for long periods, avoid chlorine, and no extended soaks in the bath until it has healed all the way. You’ll also want to use a water-based ointment on it a couple of times a day. Oh, and no rubbing or scratching; just patting it.”
His hands were balmy and soothing while they applied the cream to her sensitive flesh. “Okay, open your eyes nice and slow. I’ve got you.”
Catherine’s lids fluttered open, and her vision came back into focus a little at a time. Shawn stood in front of her, steadying her while she looked him over for the first time. His wild hair was thick and black, and when her hand snaked up to touch it, she found it silky soft. He flashed a bright smile, which was framed by a tanned face and the kindest brown eyes she’d ever seen—next to her Master’s coffee-colored orbs, that was.
“We good?”
“I believe we are! Can I see now?” Catherine’s impatience was clear.
“Of course, the mirror is just over there,” he explained and thumbed over his shoulder.
She was thankful for Shawn’s assistance when he helped her down from the table and held her elbow while she walked over to the mirror. Her legs were a little shaky after being still for so long. They stopped in front of the mirror, and when Catherine took in her reflection, happy tears formed in the corners of her eyes. Twisting right, then left, and then doing a full twirl to let her take in the back, Catherine was left humbled and in awe.
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