Her lover had not yet come down, so Erin stood there deciding if she should kneel to wait for him or remain standing. It was still the weekend, their official “play” time, but he had indicated more than once that he wanted them to be just Erin and Jayden. She fidgeted, gnawed on the edge of her lip, and looked up the stairs while listening for movement. Jayden had chosen her outfit, which was what he did in Dom mode. Oh, hell! Erin started to kneel, but then stood back up each time her mind changed direction. Just as she decided to play it safe and kneel, she heard him chuckling.
“Is this some new dance you’re working on, Erin?”
Palm braced against her chest, she spun around, startled. Jayden looked delicious. His damp hair was disheveled and wild. He was in a pair of dark brown Dockers and a simple, plaid shirt of browns and greens; the top two buttons were undone, and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. And he was wearing his glasses.
Erin loved the glasses.
She gave him a sheepish smile. “I—I couldn’t decide if you wanted me to kneel or not, Mas–Jayden,” she offered in quiet explanation.
“Come here,” he whispered.
Open arms awaited her. When she stepped into them, they closed around her. “Erin, my jewel. You make it so easy to love you.” He kissed her forehead. “I told you, just us today. You are under your own free will in anything you want to say or do. Just keep it respectful. Okay?”
“M’kay.” She exhaled in relief, and then noted she was becoming lightheaded from his proximity and his sweet breath fanning across her face.
Jayden stepped back to look her over. “Twirl,” he ordered, and Erin gave him an exasperated look. “Twirl, please. I want to look at you.”
This time, Erin did as he’d requested, grinning while she spun.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, and then had to clear his throat. “Absolutely beautiful,” Jayden said with a stronger voice, and she beamed at his approval. He glanced at his watch. “We need to get going. We’ve got a bit of a drive to our destination. I hope you’ll be comfortable in the outfit I chose.”
“It’s perfect, Jayden. I love it—the material, the color, the simplicity of it. Thank you.”
“Always my pleasure, Jewel. Come. Let’s go.” Jayden grasped her hand in his and led her out, stopping to lock the house. He guided her to his newest purchase: a dark-colored Rolls Royce Wraith with a camel-colored leather interior that wasn’t even on the market yet. Sometimes it was good to know people. Like a true gentleman, Jayden held the door to his ‘weekend’ car open for her while she slipped in before he hurried around to slide into the driver’s seat.
Erin relaxed into the plush leather while he started the car, and they pulled away. Jayden fiddled with the radio for a few minutes before queuing up the CD player. Music laced with a hypnotic bass filled the car.
“So, where are we going?” she asked about twenty minutes into the drive. They’d gotten onto Interstate 20 going west; she was trying to start a conversation so she didn’t doze off. A small yawn escaped.
“Uh-huh. It’s a surprise, love.” His eyes were sparkling, and he grinned at her.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Jayden attempted to keep his focus on the road ahead of him, but his attention continued to be drawn to Erin in his peripheral vision. The poor man was gobsmacked over how she looked; she had a conservative style with a flirtatious, sexy undercurrent. She was stunning in the dress, and he wished he could take credit for picking it out. It had been Paige who’d suggested it, knowing that Erin would be getting the tattoo and the piercing; she would need something soft and comfortable afterward.
When he’d handed his credit card over to Paige to go shopping, it had been relinquished with two requests: the dress needed to have a modest cut, and he wanted the design to show off her hair and eyes. Paige had made the perfect choice. Jayden made a mental note to get in contact with Landon when they got back to thank Paige—to thank them both, actually, for all of their help.
Erin’s question hadn’t surprised Jayden, but that she’d waited so long to ask did. Noticing the yawn that she tried to cover up left him feeling a tad guilty for wearing her out, but he figured now was a good time to let Erin go over the new contract. With so many changes happening – a budding romance, a new collar, and new experiences to account for – it was best to start fresh. The drive was going to take a few hours, which would be long enough for her to read through it and ask any questions she might have.
“Erin, sweet girl, you look a little sleepy.”
She yawned again, and then clapped her hand over her mouth. “Yeah, I guess I am. I’m also very comfortable, and the music is quite relaxing.”
“Well, I brought along our new contract if you’d like to read over it,” he hedged.
The woman sat up straighter, and her eyes looked more alert at once. “Okay, but do we have enough time for that? I mean, we’ll be at the restaurant soon, and we wouldn’t want to have to interrupt our contract perusal, right?” Erin asked while batting her eyelashes.
Minx, Jayden thought with a grin. She was trying to be sly and fish for more information about their destination. He could give her a tidbit, and she still wouldn’t figure it out: “We’ll be in the car for a couple more hours.”
He could see the gears turning while she tried to figure it out. When Erin came up with nothing, she let out a cute little “humph” and folded her arms over her chest with a pout. It was adorable, and he sniggered at her frustration.
Her eyes shot to Jayden, and he found the fire in them sexy as hell; so much so that he had to shift in his seat to stop the pinch on his swelling shaft.
“Give it to me,” she snapped.
Oh-kay. Not cool. “Catherine,” Jayden admonished her. “You will use a respectful tone with me. At. All. Times.” The words were firm, with no room for discussion. While it was true that he’d dictated that the day wouldn’t be spent under their usual guidelines, Jayden would never accept rudeness from his collared submissive.
Her eyes widened, and the guilt of her action overtook her. Lowering her gaze with respect, she whispered, “Aye, Master. This girl is sorry.” She started fidgeting in her seat while their silence filled the car, her right hand moving up to her neck. One slim finger uncurled from her fist and started to move across her throat. She stopped. “Oh, no!”
“What is it, Erin?” Jayden asked, though he was pretty sure he knew the answer.
“You didn’t put my pearl collar back on.” Her worried eyes met his. “You’ve had it since yesterday morning.”
Now Jayden had to struggle to play it cool, so he chuckled and stared at the road. “I know, sweet girl.” He shrugged and felt the heat rise in his cheeks while his chest tightened. “I got you a new one. You know, a new contract, so a new collar.” Jayden hoped his explanation was as nonchalant as he was trying to make it sound. His thoughts went to the box tucked away in the trunk.
“Jayden, may I please read over the new contract?”
Much better, he thought, stretching his arm into the back seat to grab the envelope. “Here you go. It’s pretty much the same one as before, but I’ve made a couple of changes.” Why was he suddenly nervous about this? She’d been his sub for a year and had already admitted that she returned his feelings of love; he shouldn’t be fucking nervous about something as trivial as a contract.
For the next hour, the car was quiet except for the music while she read every word with great care—twice. To be honest, Jayden was becoming more anxious with every minute that passed in silence. He had to talk himself back from the edge numerous times, reminding himself that was just the way she worked. It wasn’t the contract itself that she was being so careful with; his girl was just meticulous.
At last, Erin set the papers down in her lap and angled her body toward Jayden. He flashed her a hopeful smile. She took a breath and began. “Well, everything seems in order with it. You’ve updated my limits as we’ve discussed, but I do need to ask . . .” she paused, lookin
g at Jayden.
“Anything, Erin. Honesty between us, remember?” Jayden reached across the console and brushed her cheek with his fingers.
“Aye, okay, here goes. So, I know you told me last night that you’ve ended your sexual relationships with Samantha and Micah. And you’ve put it in here,” Erin pointed at the papers in her lap, “that we will both be monogamous,” then she raised her hands to make finger quotes, “except on a case by case basis which the submissive and the Master will discuss prior to any action being taken.”
“That’s correct,” Jayden clarified for her.
“Are you really okay with that?” she mumbled. “Or is the exception written in so that if, for example, you’re having a bad day at the office, you can call and tell me that you’ll be fucking Samantha or Micah or whomever.” Her chin dropped, and she played with a fold in her dress.
“Erin.”
Her gaze stayed down.
“Catherine, look at me please.”
Erin raised her eyes up, but her posture stayed slumped and curled forward. “Hmm?”
“I did not put the exception in there as a loophole for me . . .” Jayden cut his eyes over to watch her reaction. “I put it in there for you.”
That got her attention, and she straightened up again whilst a look of confusion transformed her face. “Huh? I mean—what do you mean?” she asked.
“Sweet girl, I was serious when I ended those relationships yesterday. I want you—no one but you. If I’m having a bad day, I will just have to deal with it until I can get to you. And I’m okay with that. As for you, I allowed you to explore new possibilities yesterday. You don’t think I’d open your eyes to those experiences just to slam the door on ever doing them again if you enjoyed it, do you?”
Her features softened while the confusion melted away. “You are too good to me, Jayden. I don’t know how I got so lucky to find you.”
“In my opinion, I was the lucky one. To be clear, Jewel, I’m not saying you’ve got my permission to go playing with other Doms anytime you want—”
“I would never!”
“I know, sweet girl, but I have a feeling that there will be at least a few times we’ll need to play with another. However, when that happens, I assure that it will be we. I’ll never stay away again, I promise. You told me that you enjoyed the intense sessions and the whipping, right? Even the electricity play Katarina did for you a few months back . . .”
Erin’s eyes took on a distant, glazed look. “Aye, I did. Very much so.”
He watched her breathing get ragged while she savored the memory. Her body language alone told Jayden just how much she’d enjoyed it. And wasn’t he all about mastering any techniques that could work his girl into an aroused state that fast?
“I’ve considered whip training in the past, but I’ve never been able to bring myself to give it a try, despite Jonathan’s frequent prodding. Jon is the best that we know, and he’s offered to meet with us anytime to get my skills up to par in one-on-one sessions.”
Erin’s eyes seemed a little glassy and lust-filled at the direction their conversation had gone.
Jayden went on explaining. “So, you see, the ‘exception’ clause would apply here because you and I would discuss the logistics of setting up a training scene with Jonathan in attendance before we do it. Details like how much skin you have showing, whether I would use your body while he was still there, whether or not you would want – or I would expect you – to attend to his needs as well; that kind of thing. The same principle applies to what Katarina did for you. I have limited training with electricity, so if you want me to learn her skills, more sessions would be required.”
Jayden glanced over at Erin once he’d finished talking, to find that her thighs had parted in the seat and her breathing had become even more ragged. She licked her lips, and Jayden watched her tongue.
“Fuck. You look so sexy right now. Are you wet, Erin?” He almost choked on his words.
She closed her thighs and rubbed them together, closing her eyes. “Aye,” she panted.
The man knew he shouldn’t do what he was contemplating, but he couldn’t help himself. Jayden had told Erin she had free will today, so she could tell him to go to hell if she wanted – so long as she did it with respect – or she could play along.
“Catherine, lift your dress and show me.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Catherine wanted to squirm.
She wanted to press her thighs together and try to relieve the pressure building between them. Instead, she let her thighs spread open, hoping maybe that would help. The wanton female couldn’t help it; his voice was pure sex. When you added the subject matter, yeah, she was helpless and desperate to get her breathing under control.
He turned his head to glance at Catherine just as her tongue had slipped out to wet her lips, which were becoming dry from her harsh breaths. Frozen, his eyes darkened. It was a look she knew well. In mere seconds, he’d read her body and knew the aroused state she was in. The million dollar question was: what was he going to do about it?
When he asked if Catherine was wet, she had to squeeze her thighs. Scrunching her eyes shut, she gave in and clenched; the movement created much-needed pressure against her pussy. Catherine didn’t want to worry about right or wrong or that they were in a car anyone driving by could see into. She wanted to relinquish control. “Aye” was all she could say. In her mind, she begged Jayden to decipher her need for her Master.
Then he went there: Catherine’s Master was back, giving her the choice, and she wasted no time making her decision. With daring bravado, she propped her right foot up onto the dashboard and inched the dress up, dragging her nails along her skin as she did. An airy gasp escaped her when the cool air from the vent blew against her skin. The exhibitionist didn’t have to look down to know that Master would see her leaking from between her smooth nether lips.
She swallowed down her amusement at his futile attempts to keep his eyes on the road. They got to a red light, and he turned his head to look at her.
“Show me those tits,” he commanded.
The garment’s neckline was loose enough that Catherine was able to tug the material down and to the sides, tucking it underneath her breasts.
Master sucked in a sharp breath and let out a whistle. “My god, Erin, you are so fucking gorgeous!” The light turned green, and he returned his attention to the road.
For the most part, the road had been free of traffic, with only an occasional passing car. However, there was always the chance that she would be seen with her erotic bits on display. The experience was exciting and thrilling, and it made Catherine’s pulse beat faster.
Watching Master’s Adam’s apple bob when he swallowed, she waited to see if he would take this further or if he was going to just make her spend the rest of the ride like that.
“Do you want to come, Catherine?”
“Always,” she giggled, and he rolled his eyes at her.
“You are insatiable, Jewel. Very well, then; come.”
The submissive’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, and the Dom smirked. “We have about ten minutes. If you really want to come, you better get to it.”
What? Oh! Master wanted her to masturbate for him. Of course. He was driving; he couldn’t help.
She wasted no time spreading her pussy lips with her left hand, and then using her right index finger to rub circles on her swollen clit; she had plenty of lubrication. Catherine found herself having to resist the temptation to close her eyes, and she watched him watching her instead. His breathing picked up, he gripped the steering wheel tighter, and he parted his lips so that magical tongue slipped out and ran across them.
Catherine had been about to fall over the edge when he growled, “Stop!”
In an amazing show of mind over matter, she was able to hear and obey; she removed her finger from her clit but kept her lips spread.
“Please, Master. This girl is so close it hurts.”
> He nodded at the road ahead of them. “Sorry, sweetheart, but we’re almost there; so we’ll have to resume this later. Please fix your clothes, Erin.”
They had just passed a sign welcoming them to Sweetwater, Texas. Her large, green eyes looked around at the small town while she tried to figure out what awaited them there. When she had settled both her mind and body, she was able to notice that Jayden looked nervous.
“Are you okay?”
His brown eyes darted her way before snapping back to the road. “Sure.”
“Jayden?”
The car pulled onto a dirt driveway with an arching gate. At the top, fancy metalwork displayed: “Flying M Ranch.”
Erin reached over to stroke Jayden’s arm, and he smiled and said, “Showtime.”
The small dirt road they were traveling went on for about a mile. To either side were acres of yellow-green grass waving in the light breeze. And horses. Lots of horses. In the distance, Erin could make out the reflective surface of a watering hole, and the otherwise unbroken view of the horizon was pebbled by the occasional boulder. It was breathtaking. Before too long, tall oaks and cedar trees began to encroach on the road, giving Erin the feeling of passing through a natural tunnel. When they broke free of the tree line, a huge mansion appeared before them. The lawn around the house was neatly landscaped, and she couldn’t decide which was more beautiful: the path to the house, the house itself, or the surrounding flower gardens.
“Wow! This isn’t a restaurant is it, Jayden?”
He chuckled. “Nope. I never said I was taking you to a restaurant; you just assumed that.”
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