Erin was speechless while he took the roses from her arms and deposited them into the vase, where they fanned out to fill the space. Then he lifted the bottle from the bucket; Erin was awed to discover that he’d remembered her preference after all that time. He filled the glasses and returned the bottle to the ice. Lifting the glasses, Jayden offered one to her. “Ice wine, sweet girl?”
She continued to gape at him. He was pulling out all the stops to replace her collar, and her mind was buzzing.
“I do believe I owe you this. If memory serves me right, I didn’t allow you to enjoy your glass the night we met.” His smile was soft and loving.
Erin took the glass and raised it to her nose to inhale the sweet fragrance. “Why, Mr. Masterson, are you trying to get me drunk so you can have your wicked way with me?” she asked, playing coy.
His answering smirk should’ve been illegal for the havoc it wreaked upon her body. “Why, Ms. O’Chancey, you know I can have my wicked way with you any time I want.”
Erin gulped.
“However, my intentions are nothing but honest, Ms. O’Chancey.” He lifted the box from the table and knelt before Erin.
What was he doing? Oh, God. Oh, God! Erin held her breath while he lifted those chocolate eyes to hers.
“Catherine Eilene O’Chancey, your servitude has been the most surreal experience in my existence, but it is nothing compared to the depth of love that has blossomed in my heart for you. It would be a great honor if you would agree to stay at my side for the rest of our lives.” His eyes held a pleading look while he lifted the lid of the box.
Sitting in the middle of the jeweler’s box was a square-cut, black diamond in a platinum setting. The upper part of the band that held the stone had been crafted into Celtic eternity knots. Jayden lifted the ring out of its velvet nest, setting the box on the table. Taking her hand in his, he positioned the exquisite piece of jewelry at the end of her left ring finger.
“Before you answer, let me explain that I want both lives with you. I want Catherine to kneel at my feet, and I need Erin to sleep in my arms. Tell me if I’m wrong, but I believe that much like I need to dominate, your submissive nature won’t be ignored. I want to nurture your strength and independence, Erin. The Dom in me is willing to share the helm with the man that wants to be your partner. A rúnsearc, will you marry me?”
She still hadn’t taken a breath, but she did now: a deep, shaky breath that stuttered with her erratic heartbeat.
“Catherine, Erin, please say you will accept this token as a symbol our unbreakable bond, not only as Master and submissive, but also soul mates and lovers.”
A lone tear fell free and trickled down her cheek. “Jayden, to serve you has always been divine, but to be your wife would be the greatest pleasure I could ever know. Aye, I will marry you!”
Jayden slid the eternity diamond onto her finger before rising and scooping her up in his arms, heading for the house—and the bedroom.
The ice wine was left untouched.
~FIN~
Now an excerpt from Surreal,
Book Three of
The Divine Trilogy
CHAPTER ONE
New age music reverberated around Catherine and her Master. The sound blended with the submissive’s soft echoing moans while Master teased her flesh with a Wartenberg wheel.
He’d turned the thermostat down so that the playroom was frigid—to Catherine, at least. The woman didn’t have a stitch of material to cover her body, and her Master was playing mind games with her with his attire, which was tight, leather, and black. Just the sight of him had started the boiling heat within her. Combating that warmth was the cool air, which drew her nipples into hardened buds, making Catherine more than aware of the metal that pierced them. The inconspicuous wheel rolling over her tender flesh soon became maddening.
Master had left her eyes uncovered, explaining while he’d bound her legs to the spreader bar and her wrists to the fur-lined cuffs dangling from the ceiling, that he wanted his slut to see everything tonight.
Catherine’s eyes were wide open, watching him move around her. He was bringing her skin to sizzling life with the cat o’ nine tails. Sir Jonathan had suggested it as an interim tool until the couple could begin their private lessons with him. Wielded much like a flogger, it delivered the stinging bite of a whip, and as such, was a perfect beginning compromise for the submissive and her Master.
The coolness of the room had been forgotten by the needy woman almost as soon as Master had started flailing her. Delivered with a steady, controlled hand, the leather thwapping against her skin warmed it so that the cold air became a welcome thing, keeping her balanced and comfortable. Master had not taken up the wheel until her whole body was striped pink and white, with the exception of her breasts—they’d been spared, and ached because of it.
Bound and spread for her Master’s pleasure, Catherine had kept her eyes lowered until he told her to do otherwise. When she raised her emerald orbs at his command, she’d found him mere inches away, his own brown eyes dark with desire. She didn’t dream of resisting when he pressed his lips to hers; she welcomed him in, crying out in surprise when he ran the spiked wheel over her nipple the first time.
Another twenty minutes passed in which he teased her breasts with the little wheel. She continued to assure him that she was “green,” still eager and enjoying herself. Master was being cautious of her healing nipples, and for that she was grateful. Yet, part of her wanted to ask him for more. Her nipples throbbed, desiring to be pulled and twisted despite the low, constant ache that had been with her since Sir Landon had run the cold steel through them a few weeks before.
“There. I think you are prepared.” Master’s strong hands stroked her flesh with a tenderness that made goose bumps erupt up and down Catherine’s arms and legs. Slipping his fingers inside her slick folds, he filled her, creating a firm pressure, and then stilled and continued, “Always so wet and willing for my touch—my whims. You’re a good little slut, aren’t you?”
Catherine had enough of her wits about her to not fall for his trick. She’d not been given permission to speak; therefore, she didn’t. However, the submissive didn’t fight the lustful moan that slipped from her lips when Master dragged his fingers from her heat with an agonizing slowness, just to cram them back into her.
Bestowing a proud smile on Catherine, Master kissed her rough and quick. “Yes, you are, my cailin maith. As much as I would love to fill that cunt with my cock, we would both come too soon, and that would ruin my plans for later.”
The submissive whimpered when her Master took his touch away, leaving her bereft and wanting. Her heart jumped at the new endearment he’d taken to using. She loved being his “good girl.” Every part of her felt alive and alert for any bit of friction she could get. Catherine fought the urge to plead for an orgasm, savoring his gentle attentions instead while he undid her cuffs. He rubbed each of her wrists and ankles when the restraints came off.
“Your costume for tonight is hanging in the en suite. You have twenty minutes to freshen up, dress, and meet me in the foyer. Do not touch that pussy. I assure you, Catherine, that if you wash away the essence I worked so hard to get out of you, you will not enjoy the punishment. Do you understand? You may speak.”
“Aye, Master.”
Master beamed at her, and she straightened her posture. There wasn’t much room to adjust, but Catherine relished giving him the closest thing to perfection as she was capable. With a searing kiss that left her lips puffy, he exited the room in a cloud of commanding confidence.
Catherine was slick and breathless upon his departure. She allowed herself a few moments to calm her breathing and center her focus before following him out of the playroom. Curiosity drew her toward the submissive’s room. They’d discussed costumes for Dungeon and Dreams’ Halloween bash just once; Catherine had told him that she trusted his decision and would wear anything he chose with pride.
Now she was giddy with anticip
ation, wondering what he might have selected. Would he have her in something cute and frilly, or would he be the stereotypical male who preferred the risqué: naughty nurse, French maid, school girl—the possibilities were endless.
Arriving at the bedroom door, she paused, fingering the black diamond adorning her left hand. No matter what he’d chosen, she knew she could pull it off if Master believed she could. He would never humiliate her more than she was comfortable with. With that thought, Catherine turned the knob and walked into the room.
Waiting on the bed were two things, and both were made of metal.
XXX
A little bit nervous and a whole lot excited, Jayden paced the foyer. He couldn’t wait to see Catherine on display for him. Any normal person might think it madness that Jayden wanted to take his jewel out into a public setting in so little, but it was pride that drove the Dom, not insanity.
His close friends knew of Catherine’s latest body modifications, but this would be the first time the couple had gone to the club since they had been done. What better way to show them off than to put her on display in a “cage” with himself as the “jailer”? Jayden had known his black leather outfit would arouse his slut, hence the reason he’d worn it to play with her, preparing her to wear the custom-made dress.
A telltale clack of heels prompted him to move to the foot of the stairs. He looked up, fixing his stare on Catherine while she descended. Perhaps the outfit was a bad idea after all, he thought with amusement while taking her in. So seductive was she that Jayden wanted to ravage her right then and there, and he had the sudden feeling that the night was going to be a long one.
Catherine’s small feet were enclosed in black, patent leather stilettos. When she reached the landing and spun for him, he could see the chain-work that ran up the back of the heel. He allowed his eyes to follow the curve of her strong calf and continue up her body. Held up by spaghetti straps, there wasn’t much to the dress; lightweight lengths of chain had been welded together to weave the garment, which hung to her mid-thigh. Approximate two-inch spaces between each length left nothing to the imagination. Her tattoo was on full display, as were her emerald J’s and smooth cunt. As she twirled, the light from the overhead chandelier refracted off her black diamond.
“You look amazing, jewel. Please kneel.”
Without a word, Catherine took her place at his feet, her arms locking behind her back in perfect position. Jayden took the collar from his pocket and leaned forward. “Your servitude is surreal, Catherine,” he murmured while buckling her leather play collar around her neck. “You may speak.”
“To serve you is always divine, Master.”
He smiled. “I expect that you will be on your best behavior tonight, slut. You will speak only when given permission, and I don’t want you making eye contact with anyone but me unless otherwise directed. Do you understand?”
Jayden moved around her with slow, sure steps, waiting for her reply. It didn’t come. “Cailin maith, you may answer.”
“Aye, Master. This girl knows her place for tonight and looks forward to making her Master proud.” Her voice was breathy, and the Dom reveled in the knowledge that he had done that to her.
“That you do, my jewel. Rise, and show me the rest of your costume.”
Catherine’s breath caught at his words, but she did as requested. Standing before turning around, his submissive bent at the waist and grabbed her ankles with a muffled groan. Jayden’s face broke out in a mischievous grin when he eyed the steel sunburst, whose rays grew from the end of what he knew to be a rather large plug. The rays extended from the center, like hands, so that the custom accessory cupped her firm cheeks.
“Beautiful. Let us be on our way. I’ll be driving tonight because Micah requested the evening off. You have no objections to the Wraith, do you?” Jayden asked while snapping her leash into place on the collar and helping her into a dress coat.
The question was rhetorical; Jayden didn’t expect an answer because it wasn’t her decision to make. It was his.
Surreal – Coming 2014
About the Author
R.E. Hargrave is a fledgling author who has always been a lover of books and now looks forward to the chance to give something back to the literary community. She lives on the outskirts of Dallas, TX with her husband and three children.
Her works:
Sugar & Spice, a novella
Haunted Raine, a novella
To Serve is Divine, Book One in The Divine Trilogy
www.rehargrave.com
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