The minx was torturing him.
His torment continued when she turned her back on him and slid her shorts down her toned legs. The sight almost made him come. Spreading her legs made him whimper, and then she bent from the waist, giving him a clear view of the puffy pink wetness waiting for him. Air whistled out of Jayden when she righted herself with a sexy toss of her hair, sending it cascading down the pale skin of her back in red waves.
Looking over her shoulder at him, Madame blew him a kiss and mouthed: “I love you.”
With a slight nod of his head, Jayden’s lips tugged upward of their own accord, his happiness seeping out of him. He was surprised by how very aroused her adeptness with topping was making him.
She was going back to the padded table to collect her prepared selection from earlier, and he was curious. Jayden sucked in his breath at the sight of her returning with a lit candle and a riding crop.
“Would you like me to blindfold you so you’re forced to just feel?”
As enticing as that sounded to Jayden, after taking a moment to consider her offer he decided that, no, he needed to be able to see her to gauge her actions and reactions. She’d experienced being candled, but this would be her first time doing the candling. The Master in him had to be present—just in case. He shook his head.
Raising the crop, she took up a light tapping pattern, moving it up the inside of his left leg. “Very well, lad. The choice is yours.”
CHAPTER 28
Under his Domme’s attention, his eyes closed. Light and feathery, her touch didn’t hurt Jayden in the least. The crop being worked up his leg, then tapped against his balls a couple of times before going back down the inside of his opposite leg, tickled.
Her slaps became firmer when she reached his feet. A strong whap to each sole and then she was dragging the tool up his leg again, letting the rough stitching on the edge scratch him with a pleasant sting . . . then laying it flat and smoothing the crop up his ribs and over his chest. A brief wince escaped his control when the leather jarred against his nipples in rapid succession, but pride swelled inside the prostrate man at her murmured praise. “Lovely.”
He was proud of himself for submitting to and pleasing his jewel, of course, but even more so of Erin and how well she was doing thus far. There was a faint awareness of the crop tapping back down along his left side. Leather connecting with his balls again, harder that time, yanked Jayden’s focus back, while more liquid seeped from the slit at the end of his cock.
Jayden groaned into the gag when she first licked then sucked his cock into her mouth, cleaning off what had leaked from him. A tiny click, followed by a wet, gloppy sound prefaced her palm wrapping around his shaft to slip up and down with ease.
It felt so goddamned good he wanted to cry.
Soon, a familiar coil began to tighten low in his stomach, building an ache in his balls that would only be relieved one way. Knowing he was getting close to shooting jizz all over her hand forced him to start thrusting into her movements. Desperate and horny, Jayden was sure he would explode into her hand at any moment . . . when she stopped.
Oh, the irony of payback!
He wanted to beg her to keep going, ask her to give him a couple more pumps so he’d find relief, but he couldn’t speak.
Because of the gag.
Because he was forbidden.
Dropping his head back against the wood, Jayden squeezed his eyes shut. Harsh breaths whooshed out of him while he fought to level the raspy air. That moment of ecstasy was still so close—he wondered if he could concentrate and orgasm without her touch.
No.
That would be very bad. She might’ve been new to dominating, but she was practiced enough at submitting to know she’d have every right to punish him if he came without her permission.
Fuck!
His eyes flew open when white hot heat seared his cock. Daring to peek down, he saw her holding a tilted candle over him, wax dripping from it while the small flame flickered and danced in the draft of the central air. A loud, unmanly whimper betrayed his neediness when she used the crop to push his cock against his stomach, then drizzled more wax on the underside of his shaft and balls.
Up righting the candle, she asked, “Are we green, peata?”
Eyes wide, and he hoped pleading, Jayden nodded with fervor. Drool dripped from the ball gag. He could feel the thick, warm paraffin trickling toward his ass and found himself wishing she’d shoved something, anything, in it because the fullness would feel so good right then.
“Do you like being bound and exposed for my pleasure?” Madame queried then let his cock fall away from his stomach to drizzle more wax along the top.
His nod was aggressive and emphatic.
“I like seeing your skin flushed while your muscles strain.” She emphasized her point by dragging the crop over his tightened abs, up toward his chest. “Mmm.” With a quick snap, the crop bit each of his nipples. “Should I wax these, too, my naughty boy?” His Domme rubbed the crop in a circular pattern over them, soothing the sting out.
Jayden didn’t reply, hoping he was conveying that it was her choice.
The leather smacked against his nipples again followed by the searing drops of wax. He hissed around the gag while the burn faded into a pleasant tingling warmth.
A rapid staccato thrummed in his chest while Jayden’s mind raced. He was trying to take mental notes because he wanted to do this again . . . with her bound to the cross and His hand wielding the candle and crop. Thinking about reversing the scene on her served to heighten the intensity of what they were doing and soon Jayden’s mouth betrayed him again.
“…-ore!” He tried to beg for more, not caring about the consequences of speaking out of turn, but he was muffled by the gag.
She quirked her eyebrow at him. “Did you get permission to speak?”
Jayden wiggled, trying to spread his legs and open his ass to her the best he could within the confinement of his bindings.
Her heated stare burned into him. The crop returned to between his legs then moved up toward his puckered hole. A quick flick of her wrist and a sharp but wonderful sting crawled up his insides. “Does my lad need this hole filled?” She’d reopened the oil and was coating his cock—what wasn’t covered in wax, that was—with the liquid that ran down between his ass cheeks.
When she easily slid two fingers into his willing backside, his hips bucked, and a throaty groan escaped him. Jayden was awestruck when she emitted a soft moan, and he looked over as she dropped the crop. From his vantage point, he could tell she was using her free hand to stroke herself in sync with her slim fingers moving inside of him.
“...-et me see –ease.” Drool gathered around the gag with his efforts to speak.
Taking her hands away from both of their bodies, Madame reached for the buckle on the gag and undid it. “What did you say?”
He stretched his jaw and licked his dry lips. “Your boy said, ‘Let me see, please,’” he answered in a quiet but polite tone. Her resulting smile was beyond stunning.
Moving slowly, she raised a foot to place it on the cross, near his thigh and returned a hand to her pussy. Watching her ring and pointer fingers, Jayden’s whole body clenched when she spread her pussy lips open, revealing a very swollen clit.
“Stroke it.” Jayden choked out the order, forgetting his current place.
Her fingers shoved back into his ass, forcing a gasp from him in shock. “Uh-uh, lad. I’m in control right now. Don’t make me put that gag back on you.”
“Yes, Madame, your boy is sorry.”
She used her middle finger to rub her clit in rhythm to the fingers pumping in his ass. His woman was a sex goddess, of that he was certain. Pulling and tugging at the cuffs, Jayden’s basic nature wanted so badly to get his hands on her body, to play her the way she was playing him. Instead, he had to settle for being at her mercy while grinding against her hand like a depraved dog.
Jayden’s orgasm began building again, and there
was no doubt it would be intense. The closer his release pressed down on him, the more he panted.
Erin pulled her fingers from him and stepped back, leaving him teetering on that edge.
“Please, Madame,” he whimpered, not above begging by that point. “Please let your boy come.”
“Not until I say. You will hold it.” With an air of aloof cruelty she commanded, and he had no choice but to obey while traitorous tears formed in his eyes.
The crop was back in her hand, and with no warning, she brought it down over his nipples several times, breaking off the wax.
“Fuck! More please,” he begged.
Acquiescing, the crop hit his ball sack, and there was a moment of coolness when the hardened wax broke away before the next strike warmed the tender skin of his scrotum. She was hitting the sack from side-to-side and it was quickly becoming too much. Jayden was on the brink of safe wording when the tool moved away from his balls, up to his straining cock.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Yes!”
Dragging his gaze to her fast moving fingers, Jayden’s hunger grew at the sight of her rubbing her cunt with a manic degree of animal ferocity. Erin’s eyes had grown wide and glassy, and she was flushed from her tits to her forehead. Her lips were parted, and she panted now, too. Knowing how to read her body as he did, he knew she was coming undone.
The Domme’s strikes had shifted into haphazard attempts that resulted in bits of wax falling to his stomach and thighs in a random pattern. Writhing against the cross, he couldn’t look away from her—from his soul mate and perfect partner. Each breathy word she whispered sent goose bumps racing over his flesh.
“Oh, god. Oh, fuck. Oh my . . . shit! Please come now, Jayden.” The begged command was issued while she slapped her own clit and brought the crop down on the head of his cock at the same time.
Seconds later the room filled with the sounds of them exploding—grunts, curses, and gasps. The air was thick and reeked of animalistic sex. He wanted to watch her, but couldn’t keep his eyes open while an unending orgasm erupted from his cock, sending jizz across his stomach, hot and thick.
When Jayden did open his eyes again, he had to scour the room, looking for his girl.
Erin was slumped in a ball on the floor. Her shoulders shook, and he could hear her soft crying. His reaction was immediate. Rotating his thumb, he was able to push the quick release button on the cuffs.
Shaking and somewhat numb, Jayden got down off the cross and hurried to her. Her body was light and limp when he scooped her into his lap. He sat there rocking her while he stroked damp red locks away from her face. Over and over he whispered to Erin, telling her it was ok, he had her.
Jayden wasn’t surprised when she began to drop into the trancelike state of subspace. This scene had been crazy intense, and whether she’d run the show or not, it was her nature to crash hard when their scenes involved more. Pushing their limits was always a physical and mental challenge.
“Erin, sweet girl, are you okay?”
She turned her green eyes up to him and fluttered her wet lashes. “I’m sorry, Jayden. I feel like a failure right now, and I’m worried I hurt you. Did I hurt you, A rúnsearc?”
“No, you didn’t hurt me at all.” An amused chuckle rumbled out of him, and he leaned slightly away from her so he could look into her eyes. “Do you see how much come is drying on me? My god, woman.” He smirked before adding, “There is never a dull moment with you, Ms. O’Chancey, soon to be Mrs. Masterson. Now, why do you think you failed me?”
Erin swallowed, her pink tongue flicking out to lick her lip. “Because, um, I’m supposed to be the one in charge right now. Yet for our second scene in a row, you are comforting me. Why can’t I see a scene all the way through to do your aftercare?”
Jayden gathered her back into his arms and tucked her into his chest. It was time for a little lesson. “You’re familiar with sub drop, right?”
She nodded once.
“I know you are because it happens to you—a lot. That’s not a bad thing. It just means you’re ruled by your emotions and your desire to please everyone around you.” Kissing her nose, he continued with a grin, “It’s a big part of what makes you such a fanfuckingtastic submissive. You give so much of yourself without expecting anything in return.”
Her giggling against his chest made him smile. It was what he’d hoped for with his silly comment. While he’d talked, she’d been playing with the smattering of chest hair he had. Jayden realized she was picking pieces of wax out, and he let her carry on while his lesson resumed.
“Did you know the partner to sub drop is top drop?”
Her body stilled, and she looked up, meeting his gaze. Good, he had her attention.
“The same intense reactions can happen to those in charge as well. Trained dominants have learned to control the drop, postpone it if need be, until they’ve tended to the needs of their submissives. Then, and only then, do they allow themselves to unwind and experience the drop. Usually alone.”
“But—” she started and he cut her off.
“No buts, Erin. We are, in essence, role playing this weekend—like I explained to you this morning. You’ve not been trained to dominate, and you have no reason to feel shame at your body’s natural response system. You started this scene telling me you wanted to be able to ‘show me off’ to Landon tonight, have bragging rights over my stamina, right?” He waited for her answer.
“Aye, Master,” She nodded.
He’d let her instinctive slip into submissive mode go since it was the proper state for them in light of their current conversation.
“Well, if anyone is going to have bragging rights, I think it will be me. Landon knows you’re not trained and that this is your first attempt at full control. I honestly believe he’s going to be amazed at how well you do tonight—as long as my feisty Madame joins us in the playroom, that is.” He tickled her and let out a content sigh when she snickered and squirmed in his arms.
Becoming serious again, Jayden had to ask her, “Are you okay, sweet girl? If you don’t want to do this anymore, we can switch back to our usual for the rest of the weekend, or we can call an end to the playtime altogether and take the weekend off, just be us.”
She was quiet for a long moment while considering the offer. “No, Jayden. I need to see this through. I can do it.” A flash of determination turned her eyes into green fire, and he laughed with a jovial, carefree sound.
“Of course you do, jewel. Always my high achiever, aren’t you?”
At that, Erin stood up and reached out to help him up. “Damn straight!” she chirped. “Come on, peata. I need to rinse the sweat off my body, and you need to be scrubbed. Oh, and I still need to dress you for our evening . . .” Her grin was mischievous while her words trailed off.
One thought permeated Jayden’s mind. Oh, shit. Have I created a monster?
CHAPTER 29
Going to the mini-fridge, Erin grabbed two bottles of water and a square of chocolate from the stash that was kept in there. When she returned to Jayden, unwrapping his treat, she glanced up and caught him trying not to grin.
“Something amusing you?”
He remained silent.
“Good lad. Kneel, and you may answer.”
Dropping to his knees, he responded, “No, Madame, not amused so much as pleased at the attention Madame is lavishing on her boy.” When he smiled, her heart melted a bit more. The man could be gorgeous and adorable at the same time.
“Open,” Erin commanded, then laid the candy on his tongue. Easing his jaw closed, she gave him a kiss. She always appreciated when Master would feed her one of the sweet treats after an intense session, especially one on the cross. Often, a person didn’t realize until later how tight their muscles had been strained in some of the positions. The chocolate was great for leveling out the endorphins and adrenaline in her system, easing her descent from subspace.
It was her turn to smirk—he was just too cute, humming in approval while th
e candy melted on his tongue.
The Domme passed a bottle of water to her sub. “I’m going to go prepare the bathroom for your cleanup. You have ten minutes to relax and drink all of that.” She pointed to the bottle in his hand.
“Thank you, Madame.” He untwisted the cap and took a long drink of the water, a single bead of sweat trickling along the curve of his brow.
Heading into the bathroom, she paused to set the wall timer. In nine minutes and forty-five seconds, it would signal that time was up. In the en suite, she switched on the towel warmer and added a couple of bath sheets to it. A quick look revealed nothing but her scented bath products in the shower, so she went to the supply closet in search of the all-natural soap she’d gotten him. When Erin noticed the enema supplies at the back of the cupboard, she wondered. Do I dare?
She held a silent debate with herself. Jayden seemed to be enjoying himself so far, so the possibility was there that this wouldn’t be their last time to switch. At the same time, it could be the only time they ever did this. There was a part of her that wanted to give him a little taste of ‘all things submissive.’ For Catherine, humiliation scenes were a big part of being submissive. While she didn’t care for public humiliation so much, in private she found it humbling. A little bit of humiliation acted as a reminder that she’d given herself over to her Master—to do anything he wished.
Her rambling thoughts along with the knowledge that Sir Landon—who had a taste for his subs being prepared such—would be joining them, clinched her decision. She gathered the supplies along with the soap.
Glancing at the clock startled her into motion. Five minutes remained on Jayden’s break, with thirty minutes until Sir Landon was expected. Leaving the enema supplies next to the sink, Erin hurried to the shower, deposited the bar of soap, and turned on the water.
Moving into the playroom, Erin found him finishing the last of his water. At her arrival, Jayden redirected his attention to the ground then knelt.
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