“Two years,” she choked out.
“Were you collared?”
She nodded, unable to form words as the panic began to bubble.
“Did he allow safe words?”
She swallowed then answered with a weak, “At first.”
Sir’s fingers finished the first braid, and he fixed the end with an elastic band. Giving her time to settle, he traced patterns over her shoulders and upper back before picking the brush up and starting the process on the other section of her hair.
“How did the contract end?” he hedged.
She hoped he wasn't going to ask too many more questions because she didn't know how many more she could handle answering.
“This girl told you, Sir. He’s dead.” Her tone was sharper than she’d intended, and she flinched out of habit while whimpering, “Sorry.”
“Over my lap, Catherine.”
Showing Sir that she remembered his preferences, Catherine took her place over his lap like she’d been taught at the club. The skirt was flipped up onto her back seconds before his palm connected with her ass.
“Get mad at him and let it out,” he stated, and his hand connected again.
She resisted. If she told it would bring him back somehow – Spencer would get power over her again.
“Catherine, release it.”
The sting was sharper, and the smack louder. He’d moved to using the brush. Her nipples drew up taut in the soft bra, electricity zinging through her while her body came to life under Sir’s tool.
All at once she could feel everything, and nothing – she was weightless. Without her permission, her cheeks flooded with the tears she’d kept pent up for so long. The purifying sobs broke free from her chest while her humiliation washed down her face. Her fear flooded her thighs; the emotional release combining with his striking hand to trigger her orgasm.
She’d been half out of it while Sir had finished their session. Lifting her in his arms, he’d carried her to the bed, and then satiated himself with her body, flopping her around like a rag doll with his every thrust. It was in a daze that she’d followed him from the playroom to what would be her room, the decor making her think of a beach cottage with its light blues and soft creams. He’d tucked her into bed, wishing her a good night’s rest with the final instructions that he expected his breakfast in the dining room at eight-thirty in the morning, which was now two minutes away.
She scrambled to put the finishing touches on breakfast, her bottom still resonating with a mild heat from her brush paddling, and took it to the dining room. She laid his place setting out, and poured his coffee and orange juice. She had just removed the apron she’d worn while preparing breakfast and folded it over an extra chair when Sir entered the room. Not having time to kneel, she dropped her gaze and tucked her hands behind her back, her bare chest pushing forward.
“This looks delicious. Thank you. Kneel, and let me feed you.”
Breakfast passed in silence. Catherine held her position, accepting dainty bites when he offered them, feeling her excitement for what the day held grow with each tease of his fork on her lips. When he was full, he offered her what remained, insisting she would need her strength. Catherine ate and cleared the dishes, then met him outside the playroom.
Waving his arm, he opened the door: “Enter if you are prepared to be my slut.”
She turned on her heel and walked backward into the room. Having memorized the number of steps it took to cross the room the night before, Catherine knew when she was in the middle, stopped, and then knelt.
“Aye, Sir. This girl is prepared to do your bidding.”
The morning hours passed while they played Sir’s fetch game. Catherine’s heart felt light in her chest so she’d had no problems backing up to the wall and choosing a long-handled paddle with a three-inch wide tip on it.
The first ball she went after was one of the anal ones. Her silent question regarding ‘losing’ the ball was answered when he slipped it onto a pegged-base by threading a plastic tube through the center which he then clipped a weight to. He pushed the ball into her and set her about her next task.
By the time she’d collected them all, the anal balls being threaded onto the peg each time, her ass and pussy were stretched full. She was so turned on by that point, that a steady dribble of arousal had coated her inner thighs. Her ass was a delightful shade of pink – like fresh salmon – from the continual prodding slaps of the crop while Sir had worked her around the room.
Not once had she dropped a ball after it was inserted.
She’d won.
The shock on his face told her she was the first to have done so well which caused Catherine to grin like a fiend at her success, and she noticed Sir suck in a deep breath when she did.
Having done so well, Sir explained that he’d decided Catherine had earned the right to come – after he had been relieved, of course. She took the option of her mouth being used, and relished in the pleasure of not being denied his seed while she shared her eagerness by swallowing. Her lapping tongue cleaned him kept him hard.
“I doubt I will ever grow tired of your magical mouth, slut, but I need more than that right now.”
Sir walked her over to the stocks, and locked her in.
“I just love the way your ass juts out like a glowing beacon for me to hone in on.”
Plunging into her from behind, he slid out, then slammed back in, bringing another orgasm to the surface for Catherine, making her beg for it.
“Hold it.”
“Please, Sir.”
“No.”
“Oh, God. Sir . . . can’t . . . please!”
“You can, and you will – no matter how musical your begging is to me.”
Catherine’s disjointed words and sounds ranged from guttural growls to high pitched whimpers while he maintained a brutal pace pounding into her until he pulled his cock out of her and splashed hot fluid across her back while giving her permission to join him, which she did with a heated spray.
Sir had taken her to the shower where he’d washed her down, then had her kneel on the built-in bench with her ass facing out. Reaching around and in between her thighs he used two fingers to apply firm circular pressure to her hypersensitive clit. He waited until she began squirming, her body asking for more, to start pulling the anal balls out – one by one. Sir counted out the balls as he extracted almost all of them before giving Catherine the command to yet again, “Come”, and then freed the remaining balls from her body with a fast and firm yank giving her no option but to obey his command.
With both of them exhausted, Sir led them back into the playroom where they settled into the center of the king-sized bed, and they closed their eyes. Nap time followed.
~~~Chapter 9~~~
She Wore a Pearl Necklace
Catherine awoke an hour later with an urgent need to urinate. Next to her, Sir’s soft snores broke the silence of the room and she hated to disturb him. She debated over whether or not she should just slip from the bed and relieve herself, or if she should wake him and ask his permission. He shifted next to her, his hand bumping against her lower belly, which caused her to whimper in discomfort.
His eyes flew open. “What’s wrong?”
“This girl needs to pee, Sir,” Catherine murmured.
Blinking and sleepy, Sir ran his hand down his face. “You’re asking permission to pee?”
Catherine almost giggled at how cute he was, but shrugged and nodded instead. They were still in the playroom – of course she was asking permission.
“We are in the playroom, Sir . . .”
“Of course. When you’re finished collect the items from our earlier scene, and clean them how we discussed last night along with the rest of the room. You may use the next two hours however you would like around the house, but you must remain naked. After that time, I expect you to prepare dinner, and have it served in the dining room at six o’clock. Please include a place setting for yourself.”
Sir rose fr
om the bed, and strolled out of the playroom, leaving Catherine speechless and unable to not watch his flexing buttocks. She might have squealed into the sheet, which was balled up in her fists once the door closed.
The rest of the day blurred into a hazy sense of peacefulness for Catherine while she enjoyed the effects the extra endorphins were having on her body.
Catherine relieved herself and then set about tidying up the playroom, heading to the kitchen when she was done. After poking around, she found two packs of chicken breasts in the freezer, and pulled one out. She threw together a teriyaki marinade and put the frozen breasts into it, setting the whole thing in the farm-style basin sink to thaw. Her plan was to cook them on the stove top grill along with some asparagus and wild rice with dried cranberries and pineapple bits folded in.
With dinner planned, she moved to the backyard after stopping to lather her body in sunscreen. The villa theme continued out back with high privacy fences shrouded in the glossy leaves of an eclectic mix of wildlife from palms to magnolias. Sweet jasmine vines weaved through the trees, covering the fence and filling the air with a floral honey scent.
Catherine was surprised to see two pools. One lay under a retractable awning, giving the swimmer the option of shade or sun while they swam against the steady flow of the current coming from the front end of the lap pool. The other was a traditional pool complete with a slide and diving board at the deep end.
Feeling happy Catherine went straight for the slide.
~oOo~
Jayden’s Decision
Catherine was unaware that Jayden watched her frolic and play from his study window. Nor was she aware when his decision became final. He could see that she was happy here with him. Knowing that she’d found pleasure and comfort in his home, he was almost high with the feeling of elation that came over him. The fact that his inclinations thus far hadn’t frightened her, but rather called to her served to increase his satisfaction and resolve.
Jayden didn’t need any more time with her to know that he wanted his collar on her. His cock agreed by hardening when she burst through the water, her usual fiery hair a deep auburn now wet and shimmering in the sun. The water splashed away from her erect nipples, scattering prisms of color under the bright beams causing him to groan.
~*~
Dinner was light, but satisfying, and full of flavor. Two for two, he thought. She could cook as well. Jayden was finding that the more time he spent with Catherine the more enamored he became.
Feeling possessive, Jayden entered the playroom with the intent to finalize his claim on her by marking the remaining hole his cock had not yet tasted.
Catherine had been on her knees when Jayden entered, and he was more than happy to take advantage of her placement by having her suck him to a full erection. He’d noticed that she seemed to be getting just a fraction more of him into her mouth each time she did this. The thought of her being able to take all of him one day hardened him further and he withdrew, afraid he was going to lose control. He slapped the wet head against her cheek, then had her rise and kiss him.
Extracting himself from the kiss, Jayden’s eyes darted about the room – he hadn’t decided yet if he wanted to strap her to his St. Andrews Cross or bend her over his whipping bench to get access to her backside. Both would give her a certain measure of discomfort which Catherine would need to keep her focus.
As Jayden played with a loose tendril of Catherine’s hair, he smiled when she shivered and the plan for their scene solidified in his head. She followed without resistance while he pinched her nipple and guided her to the cross. His pulse raced while he positioned her with her face forward against the supple leather, and then he went to retrieve his favorite flogger – a beautiful red and black leather number – some lube, a condom, and an anal vibrator.
Catherine sighed when Jayden slipped a medium-sized, lubed vibrator into her ass and switched it on.
“I’m going to let that toy start opening you for me, Catherine. Your ass will be mine tonight.”
“Aye, Sir,” Catherine stated and then gasped.
She hadn’t been given permission to speak, and Jayden had caught her slip by bringing the flogger down between her shoulder blades.
“Tsk, tsk, slut.”
The next swish came up between her legs where the tips of the fronds caressed her sex. Catherine remained quiet this time, even biting back the moan that threatened to escape.
“Sounds are allowed, but no words unless you need to safe word. Now, feel.”
~oOo~
Catherine’s Final Claiming
Catherine allowed herself to get lost in the flogging and explosions of heat against her skin when the knotted fingers connected. Her back was navigated with care as Sir avoided her kidney area – something Spencer never bothered with – her ass, thighs, and calves, even arms felt the loving touch, and Catherine’s sounds of pleasure poured forth.
When Sir removed the vibrator and lined himself up in its place, Catherine was grateful she had been strapped to the cross. In her gelatinous state, she wasn’t sure she could have held her own weight up. Her Dom was wicked good with a flogger, it turned out.
Catherine could feel how slick Sir was. He’d lubed himself well. A firm pressure had her sucking in a breath. She relaxed into the sting of the stretch, letting him into her body steady but sure. Her body adjusted and stretched to meet his girth, and Sir began to move.
That right there: the bindings holding her, her skin singing with delight, and her anus being worked with a tender erotic stroke – that was why she’d come back to face her demons.
Her needy whimpers echoed in the large room.
“Do you have something to ask?” Sir forced the words out to the tempo of his undulating hips.
“For the love of God, Sir. Please let this girl come!” Catherine begged, thankful for the chance to make the request.
Sir withdrew from her backside, and she heard the snap as he yanked the condom off just before he spread her ass cheeks and pumped himself with a furious stroke, telling Catherine she could come when she felt his seed drip on her. At the same time that Sir’s hand worked himself for those final imperative seconds – given away by the steady thump of his hand against her hole – he used his free hand to slide into Catherine’s dripping wetness and fingered her.
The words had just left his mouth when she felt the first warm splatter, and she let go screaming her pleasure into the room.
~*~
Sunday morning found Catherine waking and stretching with a languidness she hadn’t felt in a long while. The cream duvet with full, lush roses in blue print was thick and fluffy around her. Her pillows were wrapped in high thread-count cotton which felt similar to satin beneath her bare skin.
Catherine scooted up into a sitting position against the pillows and headboard, and then allowed herself to get a proper look around her room. Due to exhaustion her previous nights had found her crashing the minute he’d tucked her in so there hadn’t been an opportunity. Last night Sir had kissed her forehead and tweaked her nipples one last time, and then told her to sleep in until she woke. Once she was up and dressed, she was to meet him on the veranda. The lax schedule now gave her the chance to explore.
The walls were covered with a fabric paper which matched the duvet’s colors, cream base with a blue Victorian scroll that incorporated the rose theme of the room. Gunmetal blue silk curtains, dense cream carpeting, and furniture all crafted from pine with a light finish. A spray of blue and gray silk roses grew from a brushed-chrome floor vase that matched the other fixtures of the room: handles, metalwork on the furniture, curtain rods. The craftsmanship was beautiful, and Catherine wondered if it all had been made at Sir’s company. A vase of fresh, white with tips dusted in coral roses sat on top of her dresser.
Overall the room gave off a vibe of calming and classy. It was pretty without being too ‘sissy girl.’ She liked it.
Catherine climbed out of bed, and padded over to the walk-in closet.
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Sir had told her the closet had been filled with items of his choosing which met his approval for what she could wear when with him. However, the nonchalant way in which he’d done it hadn’t prepared her for the quantities of clothes she saw before her. All of it with the tags still hanging from the sleeves like a loud proclamation of: ‘I was bought just for you.’
Catherine was touched by the gesture. She wasn’t used to such kindness, but she was catching on that Sir had meant every word he’d uttered to her thus far. He’d been telling the truth when he’d said her well-being was his concern.
Sir’s parting whispers had been for her to, “wear a sun-dress sans underthings” so she went for the dresses. Her skin held a pink tinge from her afternoon in the sun the day prior so she avoided the red and orange options.
Finding a beautiful crocheted dress, Catherine took it from the hanger and held it up in the light. It had a tie-dyed look with its swirling shades of cream to beige to brown reminding her of the kind of look you could get from using tea.
There were no zippers or fasteners other than the crocheted lengths at the neck which opened the top of the dress. Since Sir had bathed her before putting her to bed, she was already clean and slipped into the dress. The flaps folded back just on the inside edge of her nipples, if she were to move all of a sudden they’d be exposed. Too easy, she thought with a giggle and tied the strings into a neat bow thereby covering her breasts.
The weekend so far had been amazing for Catherine. She was anxious to see what he had planned for the day – their last together until next weekend. Approaching the French doors, she paused to watch Sir through the glass.
He was shirtless, his chest tan and sculpted, but not obscenely so – enough to be sexy. Damp hair lay against his forehead making Catherine’s hand itch to push it back, and a pair of glasses sat perched on his nose while he read the Sunday paper and sipped on his coffee.
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