Realization dawned, and her breath hitched. Had she made the wrong assumption about the J’s branding her? Instead of being a mark of Sir Jonathan, was it possible that they were Jayden’s? Had Catherine been marked as His? The cobwebs continued to burn off while she acknowledged that the memory of Spencer was just that: a bad memory. Spencer’s demise had freed her from forced slavery, giving her the chance to begin afresh and to find a Master who wanted her willing submission. She’d found Jayden. He was the man who had become that Master for her. Her heart raced with the acceptance of one small fact: by his own admission, he’d wanted Catherine from the first moment he had seen her―and she had wanted him. How could she have forgotten that?
She thought back to that morning. Was it really just this morning? So much had happened since then! The gentleness of the kiss Master had given her before sending her inside; the way he’d seemed to linger, not wanting to pull away. Ideas and possibilities swarmed around Catherine’s mind. Again, she marveled at the thought that he’d marked her as His. Was it possible? Could it be? Had Master developed deeper feelings for her?
A shocked gasp slipped from Catherine’s lips when she let the idea sink in and a wave of hope coursed through her.
“Everything all right, Erin?” Paige’s eyes twinkled.
The huge smile that broke out on Catherine’s face couldn’t be withheld. “Yes, Paige. I think everything just might be perfect.”
“Of course it is, sweetie!” Paige responded with an enthusiastic hug. “Okay, time for the blindfold, and away we go!” she squealed.
“Paige,” Catherine whined, “is the blindfold necessary?”
“Silly Erin. It’s Master’s orders!” She winked at Catherine before her baby blues disappeared from sight when the blindfold slid into place and plunged Catherine into darkness.
XXX
If anyone besides Landon had said such words to Jayden, he would’ve blown them off. Nobody knew his jewel better than he did. However, considering Landon’s day job, it was rare that he was ever wrong when it came to reading people. It wasn’t smart to blow off advice from a man who made his living as a therapist. Besides, Jayden could admit that his friend was right. Catherine would need tonight to work through all she’d experienced today. Hell, he was going to need it, as well. In a wayward thought, Jayden wondered if what he was experiencing was anything close to what hormonal women went through every month.
Jayden hurried the short distance down the hall to Shawn’s designated space for the day. He was looking forward to seeing his jewel captured by that man’s talents. While walking, he reflected on the conversation he’d just had with Landon, knowing he’d been a complete asshole toward his friend. He’d thrown a tantrum like a three-year-old. Jayden knew he was lucky that Landon was such a nice guy; he should have dragged Jayden’s sorry ass to a whipping bench for his antics. Instead, Landon had taken the punch like a gentleman, and then had fucking forgiven Jayden.
The price for Landon’s forgiveness was a wakeup call about what he stood to lose: Erin. Landon had seen right through Jayden and had forced him to acknowledge his true feelings out loud for the first time.
I love Catherine Eilene O’Chancey.
The thought didn’t terrify Jayden or leave him confused. In fact, it was like a piece of a puzzle fitting neatly into its spot, completing the picture. His stomach fluttered, and his heart raced when he anticipated telling Catherine.
Confident that the rest of the day would go well, Jayden reached up and gave three light taps on the door when he reached it. He didn’t think Paige had brought Catherine down yet, but just in case, he didn’t want to walk in. Fulfilling Catherine’s final fantasy required her to be ignorant of his presence.
“It’s open!” Shawn’s deep voice answered.
Momentary stupefaction awaited Jayden when he stepped into the room and what he saw left him speechless. In the corner of the room, Shawn squatted in front of Micah, doing something with his hands. When his friend stood up, Jayden could see that Micah was naked and in a submissive kneel. There was a ball gag in Micah’s mouth, and his hardened cock was enclosed in a metal cage, along with weighted clamps that were attached to his scrotum. Wow, Shawn’s wasting no time.
“Hiya, Jayden,” Shawn greeted while he flashed an enthusiastic grin. “Micah here told me what you guys talked about, and I think he may be perfect.”
They both looked over to Micah, who had his eyes closed and a look of serenity on his face.
“Hope ya don’t mind if he stays for the session? I figure he’s already seen Catherine in an intimate setting, and I can use the time as sort of an interview for him.”
“No problem; that’ll be fine, Shawn. So, can I see your final draft before the girls get here?” Jayden inquired without masking his excitement.
“You betcha, Jay. I’ve got it on the tray here,” he said while he adjusted himself. The telltale sign of Shawn’s fondness for Micah would have been hard to miss; Jayden had to look away.
Stepping in closer, Jayden found his breath swept away when he saw the prepared stencil. “Wow, Shawn! That’s going to be perfect. I can’t wait to see it on her skin.” Jayden grinned at him. “So, the words will be black, the orchids white, and the rope a mixture of traditional red and green, right?”
“You got it, stud! I figure it’ll take about an hour to get the outline down, and then I’ll let her take a break. After that, a couple of hours to get the color filled in.”
“Sounds good, my friend. We’ll still have some daylight left, so we can stay on track with the second part of her session. Damn, this is going to be beautiful!”
A knock on the door ended their discussion. Jayden moved to an overstuffed recliner in the corner of the room that allowed him a clear view of the table where Shawn would be working on Catherine. Settling in, he nodded to Shawn to go ahead.
Shawn cracked open the door, and Jayden watched while Paige handed off a leash to him. She planted a tiny kiss on Catherine’s cheek, and he could hear Paige’s pleasant voice telling his girl that she would be fine.
Shawn introduced himself to Catherine while he led her to the center of the room where his work table sat. However, Jayden couldn’t hear any of the words Shawn spoke because he wasn’t able to focus on anything but the gorgeous creature before him. Her skin was flushed and vibrant; her lips were full and glossy. When Catherine’s tongue snaked out to moisten her lips, his cock sprang to life in his pants.
Taking a shuddering breath, Jayden let his gaze continue down his submissive’s body. Catherine’s sheer, green blouse was ethereal against her skin, allowing him to just make out her delectable nipples. He would have to wait to see them up close. The corset cinched her already small waist into a luscious hourglass shape. The stance she’d assumed, with her feet about a foot apart, gave Jayden a clear view of her slick, swollen, lower lips.
In that moment, it took everything Jayden had not to lunge for her and bury his tongue into her honeyed folds. His cock became harder. Fuck!
This was going to be the longest afternoon of his life!
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Paige gave her new friend a quick peck, telling her that she’d be fine. Catherine smiled because she knew Paige was right, she would be fine, and then giggled when Paige gave her ass a light swat before the echo of her retreating footsteps sounded in Catherine’s ears.
“Hello, Catherine,” said a deep-timbered voice. “I’m Shawn Carpenter.” She felt his large hand grasp hers in a firm handshake.
“Hello, Sir.” The submissive’s response was cordial, while out of habit she dropped her gaze downward behind the blindfold.
He let out a laugh that wrapped her in warmth and set her at ease in an instant. “We’re going to be a little informal with this session, okay, doll? Think of me as a friend, not a Dom. You can just call me Shawn.”
She could hear the smile in his voice and took a liking to this new man. “Well, in that case, Shawn, please call me Erin. Um, if it pleases you
,” she added the last bit with a hint of awkwardness. After all, she was all but naked and blind in front of the man, so she couldn’t quite drop all pretenses of what she was doing there. Catherine thought she heard a small exhalation from further in the room, but she shook off the impression, unsure.
“Well, Erin, your Master has asked me to do a tattoo for you—” he started to explain.
“Really?” Catherine squealed, grinning wide and unable to hide her excitement.
Shawn chuckled. “Yes, really. By your reaction, I think it’s safe to assume you are okay with that?”
“Oh, aye, Sir! I mean Shawn.” Master was going to have her further marked as His! Catherine wanted to jump up and down, but she didn’t dare attempt it in the stilettos she was wearing.
“Perfect! Then let’s get started. Let me get this lead off of you first, and then I’ll guide you over to the table.”
Catherine was patient while Shawn undid the hooks and leash from her nipple rings and collar. She surprised herself at her control; she didn’t flinch when he grasped her breasts to unhook the rings. His touch was so gentle. Thinking on it, she realized that she didn’t feel anything: no stirrings of desire, no reaction at all. In fact, Shawn’s touch was almost like that of a brother, so she just went with it.
Taking her hand, Shawn guided Catherine over to what she assumed was the table he’d mentioned, and he helped her sit up on the edge. “Comfy?”
She nodded.
“This is going to be cold, but it will clean the skin and allow the stencil to transfer. Ready to begin, doll?”
Catherine nodded again, but she still hissed when the cold, wet cloth made contact with her skin just above her mons. She paid attention to the cloth’s path while he wiped it over her hips and around her lower back, across the top of her ass cheeks, and back to her front. The tattoo was going to wrap all the way around her, which explained why she had been left bare from the waist down. There was a soft crinkle of paper before she felt the gentle pressure of Shawn’s fingers when he began pressing the stencil against her skin. Sure enough, the paper followed the path the cloth had taken. After a minute, he began to peel the paper away, leaving behind whatever pattern Master wanted on her.
“Wish I could invite you to lay back and relax, doll, but until I get the outline done, I’m afraid you’re going to have to stay sitting up so the stencil doesn’t smear on your back.”
“No problem.” Catherine was no stranger to holding her position.
He went on, “The plan is to get the outline knocked out; after that you’ll get to take a breather, stretch your legs, and so on. However, Erin, if you need me to stop sooner, you just have to let me know, okay?”
“Aye, Sir.” His throat cleared, and she corrected herself, “Aye, Shawn. I’m sure I’ll be fine,” Catherine proclaimed while she wiggled on the table, centering herself on her tailbone a little better.
“Good girl. Let me grab my stool, and we’ll begin.”
Wheels squeaked, and then she felt his hand on her thigh, alerting Catherine to his position in front of her. The tattoo gun came on with a click and a humming buzz, and the sound went straight to the submissive’s groin. She could sense the first tingles of excitement building inside.
“Do me a favor, Erin. Can you try leaning back on your hands? That’s it,” Shawn coaxed while she angled her body back. “Just while I get this lower part.” His finger brushed right above her pubic mound before he pressed into her flesh to hold it taut, and then the needle bit into her skin.
Again, his touch didn’t seem sexual to Catherine, just courteous, like he was letting her know where he was. The needle pelted into her flesh, stinging for the first couple of minutes. Soon enough, she found that place in her head where she could just let go and feel sensation; pain-induced euphoria. Her head lolled back, and Catherine relished the prickling of the needle that angled from her pussy up toward her hip. Shawn’s hot breath blew over her core in and out in a steady rhythm as he worked. Every few minutes, the buzzing would stop—so he could reload the ink, she guessed. Each time it resumed, she felt herself become a little wetter in anticipation of the sting.
Shawn was quick and quiet while he embedded the ink. Silence surrounded them, with the exception of the gun’s buzzing and their breathing. Every once in a while, Catherine thought she heard additional breaths from the corner of the room, but again she dismissed it, allowing herself to melt away with the tiny pricking of the needle, followed by rough rubbing each time Shawn wiped away the excess ink.
Before long, Shawn had her turn around on the table so that her back was facing the edge. He then directed her to lean forward so that her elbows rested on her knees. The buzzing resumed, and the needle laid the ink, angling down to her ass. When the insistent sting tickled the space right above her ass crack, Catherine giggled.
Shawn let out that soft, warm laugh again. “Enjoying yourself, Erin?”
“Mm-hmm . . .” she moaned.
On he worked, rising back up out of the dip in her lower back to travel to her opposite hip. There was a pause so Shawn could help her turn and lean back on her hands again, opening her front back up before he maneuvered back in between her legs. The trail of ink continued over Catherine’s hip and dipped below her belly and across her mons until, at last, she felt him back where he’d begun.
Catherine couldn’t deny that she was dripping wet. The tattoo thing could become a dangerous addiction. Her pulse thrummed beneath the surface of her hot skin, and she welcomed the feel of the cool cloth when Shawn wiped her down.
“Excellent, Erin. You took that like a trooper. Outline’s all done now, so let’s take five. I want you to stretch and move around a bit. My assistant is going to help you.”
Assistant? So she hadn’t been imagining another person in the room. Knowing she’d been on display all this time made her pulse spike. There was also a growing curiosity as to why Shawn wasn’t doing anything sexual to her. Catherine would’ve expected to have a vibrator inserted into one of her orifices or something, but Shawn was being nothing but professional. Odd.
More eager to stretch than she realized, Catherine started to slide forward off the edge of the table when long fingers grasped her hips. A tingling warmed her flesh where they connected. The hands’ owner helped her to get steady on her feet before his fingers ghosted up the front of her body, timid digits brushing her erect, sore nipples. She trembled under a sudden surge of need.
Jayden?
Sensing a mouth hovering above her, Catherine inhaled with surprise and caught a whiff of a musky scent. Before she could lean forward to capture the teasing mouth, it was gone, and she indulged in a huffing pout. Catherine was already so wound up from the pleasurable sensation of the tattoo gun that she was craving any kind of actual sexual contact; in other words, she was no longer thinking with any clarity. Lust and desire were ramping up, claiming control of her fractured emotions.
Mystery fingers having found purchase on her elbow, Catherine allowed herself to be guided forward around the room. The movement felt good in her back and thighs, but what delighted her even more was the way the fingers continued to caress her—light and fleeting, moving across her hips and ass, but never applying enough pressure to give Catherine satisfaction. With each almost-imperceptible touch, she felt an electric current jolt her body, taking it on a slow ride to ecstasy.
Uncertain if it was being handled by someone she couldn’t see, the weird connection she felt that reminded her of Master, or the intoxicating scent of that musk, Catherine was reaching the point at which she would explode with one good touch.
All too soon, the couple stopped moving, and the man helped Catherine back onto the table. Cuffs were snapped onto her wrists, and she was assisted down onto her back. She offered no resistance when her arms were pulled above her head so the cuffs could be connected to something at the top of the table. Closing her eyes behind the blindfold, she focused her hearing; his tread was light while he walked back to the bottom o
f the table. Smooth fabric brushed her inner thighs when the man wedged himself in between them, and then those long fingers pushed into the fleshy part of her thighs, a silent instruction to spread.
Catherine hesitated, knowing the moment she complied her secret would be revealed: thighs wet and slick with the moisture that had oozed out of her while she walked. There was a sharp pull on her nipple rings, and her legs fell open at once when hot, searing pain tore through her chest.
Shit, I want to come.
Lips brushed the wanton woman’s thighs, laying gentle kisses atop her skin. She tried to lift up and push into them, make the contact firmer, but they disappeared.
She groaned as more juice escaped her. This is pure torture. “P-please, Sir,” Catherine begged in a whimper while praying that Master had given this person orders to make her orgasm, not just tease her into oblivion!
A hot tongue plunged into her core, licking slow and sensual-like up toward her clit. When the tongue reached her hypersensitive bud and sucked, she fell apart.
“Aye, Fuck! Thank you, Sir!” Catherine screamed when a huge orgasm washed over her. One lick from the stranger’s tongue was all that was needed to leave her writhing in pleasure.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Her scream of pleasure rocked Jayden back into reality, and he jumped, backing away from her. His woman’s body was undulating on the table, and he could see her come flowing out onto the surface. Damn, she was beautiful.
It hadn’t been his intention to put his mouth on her. However, walking Catherine around and teasing her with his touches had pushed him to a dangerous edge. When she’d whispered his name in question, Jayden had almost cleared the room so he could make love to her right then. He was pretty sure she wasn’t aware that the powerful word had even slipped out, but it reminded him that he was too close; that if he wasn’t careful, she would know it was him. That was not information Jayden was ready for her to have just yet.
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