A Divine Life (The Divine Trilogy) (14 page)

Ja
yden’s
frustration
was
mounting; he just wanted to beat off and relieve the pressure in his balls. However, he knew he had more control than that, and he opted to stretch it out and build up his craving. His teasing stroke slowed and his eyes popped open when he overheard Shawn telling
his
jewel about his sexual preferences.

Really? He’s telling her he’d consider going straight for her? In front of me, no less!

The Dom’s mind was put at ease while he witnessed the platonic kindness Shawn displayed when cleaning Catherine and calming her. Jayden’s hand gripped tighter around his cock again and slid upward. Shawn, Jayden realized, wasn’t making a pass at her; he was just treating her like a little sister or a good friend. His large palm passed over the swollen head, gathering the leaking dampness, and then moved back down.

At hearing Micah whimper again, Jayden swiveled his head to look at him. The young submi
ssive’s gaze was locked on Jayden’s hand, watching its steady movement. A lowered glance revealed to Jayden that Micah’s dick was swelling inside its metal confinement.

Shit, that’s gotta hurt!
Jayden thought, and eased up on the tension of his own cock in sympathy.

For the next half hour, the Dom teased both himself and Micah, whose eyes were filled with yearning while they darted between Jayden’s show and Shawn. Other than the occasional flicker t
oward Micah, Jayden kept his eyes trained on his jewel, monitoring her body language.

Her breathing would pick up, and she’d pull against her cuffs. The slightest of squirms ripened the air in the room with the scent of her arousal whenever her legs shifted apart. Jayden would find his hand moving faster and his balls tightening when that happened. Several times, he had to let go of his cock to get himself back under control, but the moment his turgid length began to soften, he would take it in hand again.

In the back of his mind, Jayden knew Shawn was keeping an eye on everything going on around him. With each pause to reload the ink in the gun, he was assessing the situation with all three of them – Micah, Catherine, and Jayden – and loving it.

When Jayden had met with Shawn one-on-one to sort out the details of his role for the day, they had come to an agreement about payment for Shawn’s services. Shawn had all but begged to suck Jayden off to experience the Dom’s legendary cock himself. Jayden had compromised with him by agreeing to jerk off in the room so Shawn could see, but not touch. Knowing Jayden wasn’t going to back down, Shawn had accepted. The fact that Micah had offered himself to Shawn at Jayden’s su
ggestion was a huge bonus for them all.

Despite Jayden’s valiant effort to hold his orgasm at bay, he reached a point at which he knew he was going to have to come soon. It then dawned on him that he had no convenient receptacle for his seed when it spilled. So he pulled up his shirt, revealing chiseled abs, and Micah let out a longing whimper, which caused Shawn to pause and look over at both of them.

Taking control of the situation, Shawn gave Catherine a brief explanation about needing a break. Her soft breaths and mumbled answer let Jayden know she was not too far from a nap.

Shawn motioned for Micah to follow him, but as Micah started to stand, Shawn made a sign for him to stop, and then mouthed, “On your hands and knees. Crawl,” before he crooked his fi
nger at Jayden to follow as well.

Letting his shirt tumble back down over his torso, Jayden stood, following the two men while his cock bobbed proudly in front of him. When they reached the door, Jayden was brought to a stop by a shocking admission from his girl: her hushed snore followed by a whispered “Love you, Jayden.” Al
though it was true that he’d already been hard, hearing her subconscious admission tightened his cock further, and his heart swelled.
Oh, to hear her say that while awake.
The knowledge that the sentiment was in her subconscious was inspirational for Jayden; maybe they’d both survive this day after all.

The three men stepped across the hall into another vacant room before Shawn spoke. “Alright, you two; the sexual tension in that room is killing me.” He emphasized his words by palming his ere
ction through his pants. “Here’s what I propose. Jayden, dude, I can see you are about to blow your wad, and I can’t wait any more for a taste of that ass,” he declared, nodding toward Micah.

“Go on,” Jayden encouraged.

“I want to watch Micah suck your dick while I fuck him,” he stated with a simple nod.

Micah moaned at his dick’s twitching reaction, and the cage entrapping it bounced.

Shawn was right. Jayden needed to come; he was approaching desperate levels of need. What Shawn was proposing would be an easy way for him to do it without the mess of spilling his spunk, and it wasn’t like Micah hadn’t sucked him off before.

“Let’s do it,” Jayden agreed and pulled his shirt off, letting his pants drop to the floor before he could change his mind. He stepped out of the clothes and leaned against the table.

While Jayden undressed, Shawn released Micah from the cage but left the weights attached to his scrotum. The Dom watched with bemused curiosity when Shawn shed his clothes as well. He’d never seen his friend in action as a Dominant, and he was intrigued about the kind of Dom Shawn would be—kind and patient, or demanding and harsh.

“Micah, crawl to me,” Shawn ordered while rolling a condom onto his already erect dick.

“Yes, Sir,” came Micah’s mumbled reply around the ball gag, and then he jumped – well, crawled – into action.

Shawn issued his instructions while untethering Shawn’s mouth from the gag. “Open your mouth. You’re going to get my dick lubed with your spit so I can fuck that pretty ass of yours.” Shawn pushed his thick shaft between Micah’s lips before the submissive could say anything. A d
elighted groan rumbled from Shawn when Micah’s tongue and mouth went to work on him like an expert. After he had pumped in and out of Micah’s mouth a few times, he told Micah to turn around.

“Now, my pretty little bitch, wrap that hot mouth around Sir Jayden’s cock, and push that ass out for me. We don’t have much time.” Shawn’s words were delivered with a smack to Micah’s ass the moment his mouth engulfed Jayden’s cock.

The familiarity of Micah’s mouth allowed Jayden to shut his eyes and give over to the experience. Feeling that knowledgeable orifice work up and down, the tongue swirling over the head a few times, Jayden was ready to thrust forward just when Micah came to a stop near the base. Shawn plunged into the willing man’s ass, jolting Micah forward, and the rest of Jayden’s cock disappeared.
Fuck
! That was the deepest Micah had ever taken Jayden in, and when Micah groaned because of the intrusion in his ass, Jayden lost it. While Shawn started moving in Micah’s backside, Jayden began spurting down Micah’s throat.

It felt like he came for five minutes. Micah’s mouth stayed on the Dom the whole time, and he swallowed everything given to him. Soon after Jayden’s release, Shawn tensed up, alerting Jayden that he was coming, too.

“Ahh, fuck! That ass is tight!” bellowed Shawn, tossing his head back so his black curls were thrown around. “Mm, so fucking good.”

With a chortle, Jayden cleared his throat. “Well, on that note I’m going to step out and use the locker room shower to clean up. You two can, yeah, do what you’ve got to do. What do you think, Shawn? Meet you outside in about forty-five minutes?” he inquired while pulling his
trousers back on and gathering his shirt off the floor.

Turning a lazy grin toward Jayden, the sated man nodded. “You betcha. She’s done great so far, so I don’t foresee hitting any snags at this point.”

With a heartfelt laugh and a pat on Shawn’s bare shoulder when he walked past, Jayden left to get ready for his scene.

Er
in sat on
a wide stretch of beach, gazing out over a crystal blue sea; seagulls sang their song in the sky above, while relentless waves pushed and tugged at the shoreline.

“Erin.”

In the distance she could make out a man jogging toward her, but she was looking into the sun and therefore couldn’t make out his face.

“Erin, come on, doll.”

As he got closer, she began to see some of the jogger’s features: bronze skin, dark eyes, wavy ochre locks, and a trim, toned body that was quite easy on the eyes. He was haloed by the sun, and his hand was reaching out to her. She began to lift hers in return.

“Catherine, wake up!”

Her eyes snapped open to be met with darkness.
Oh, right, the damn blindfold
. She sighed and tried to swallow down her disgruntled mood. Catherine wanted to go back to sleep and see where the dream was going.

“Hey, sleepyhead.” Shawn’s voice held amusement. “Have a nice nap?”

“It was about to get better,” she grumbled, and he laughed.

“I’m sorry, doll, but I’m back, so let’s get this done. Shall we?”

“Aye, Sir,” Catherine snarled.

“Down, kitty!” He laughed at her again, his demeanor even lighter than when they’d begun, and he patted the top of her head. “About thirty more minutes should do it. Do you need to pee or an
ything before we start?”

“No, thank you. I’m good. Let’s just get this done. I want to see it!”

The artist chuckled again.

“Something funny?”

“Yeah, sweetheart. You! Let’s just say you remind me of someone and leave it at that. Okay, here we go, doll. Homestretch.”
Buzzzz
. . .

XXX

Before she knew it, Shawn was turning off the tattoo gun and announcing he’d finished. After unhooking her cuffs from the table, he then removed them from her wrists. “Here, doll, take my hand, and let me help you sit up.”

Catherine accepted with grace, and excitement pebbled her nipples, reminding her they would be tender and sore for the foreseeable future.

“It turned out pretty damn good, if I do say so myself,” Shawn preened. “Let me wipe you down and get some ointment on it. First, I’m going to take your blindfold off, but I want you to keep your eyes closed while I do the ointment to help them adjust to the light. Then I’ll take you over to the mirror so you can see.”

The offending item slid over her hair, and Catherine exhaled in relief. “Yeah? I can see it now?” She was bouncing on the table, and he laughed at her exuberance.

“Yes, if you’ll hold still for a minute. I’ve given a set of aftercare instructions to your Master, but the basic rules are to stay out of sunlight for long periods, avoid chlorine, and no extended soaks in the bath until it has healed all the way. You’ll also want to use a water-based ointment on it a couple of times a day. Oh, and no rubbing or scratching; just patting it.”

His hands were balmy and soothing while they applied the cream to her sensitive flesh. “Okay, open your eyes nice and slow. I’ve got you.”

Catherine’s lids fluttered open, and her vision came back into focus a little at a time. Shawn stood in front of her, steadying her while she looked him over for the first time. His wild hair was thick and black, and when her hand snaked up to touch it, she found it silky soft. He flashed a bright smile, which was framed by a tanned face and the kindest brown eyes she’d ever seen—next to her Master’s coffee-colored orbs, that was.

“We good?”

“I believe we are! Can I see now?” Catherine’s impatience was clear.

“Of course, the mirror is just over there,” he explained and thumbed over his shoulder.

She was thankful for Shawn’s assistance when he helped her down from the table and held her elbow while she walked over to the mirror. Her legs were a little shaky after being still for so long. They stopped in front of the mirror, and when Catherine took in her reflection, happy tears formed in the corners of her eyes. Twisting right, then left, and then doing a full twirl to let her take in the back, Catherine was left humbled and in awe.

Shawn had created a masterpiece on Catherine’s skin; a combination of red and green twisted and entwined to form a silky-looking Celtic braid, which wrapped around her back and over her hips. Each end of the knotted rope was frayed and morphed into orchid blooms. Done in white, the o
rchids burst off of her skin against the rich background. Growing from the bottom petals was black lettering, which was scrawled across her skin just above her pubic mound and connected to the other side, closing the circle.

Catherine spun around and ran to Shawn so she could throw her arms around him in a big hug. “Oh my God, Shawn, it’s beautiful! It’s absolutely stu
nning. I love it!” Pulling back, she bounced and twirled back toward the mirror for another look. Her heart soared while she traced her fingers over the words inked into her skin for the rest of forever:
To Serve is Divine.

Back in front of the mirror and unable to take her eyes off the fresh ink, Catherine stood frozen. Shawn approached her from behind and encased her in his arms. He then rested his chin on her shoulder, making eye contact with the enthralled woman in the mi
rror.

Taking a deep breath, Catherine noticed he had a light citrusy scent, like tangerines. It was co
mforting, but nothing like the spicy musk of her mystery lover from earlier. She smiled. There had been something almost familiar about the scent, but she hadn’t been able to quite place it. The spice had been strong enough to cover up another underlying odor.

“I’m glad you like it, doll.” Shawn beamed, giving her waist a squeeze.

“Oh, Shawn, I do, I swear I do! You have no idea what this means to me.”

“I think I’ve got an idea. He’s a lucky man, Erin.”

Catherine jerked her head over her shoulder to look at him head on. “I’m sorry, what? I mean, how?” The poor girl was at a loss for words.

He threw his head back and belted out a deep laugh. “Listen, doll, it’s written all over your face and shines in those big green eyes of yours.”

Catherine gaped at him.

Shawn became serious. He spun her around to face him and cupped her cheek with a tender touch. “Believe me, Erin, I’ve seen but a handful of people in my lifetime who were what I would co
nsider ‘in love.’ Even fewer who were in this lifestyle, but I know love when I see it, and trust me, doll, I’m looking at it right now. You love your Master.”

Her head started nodding ‘yes’ of its own accord, and her heart took up a frantic staccato. “I didn’t know what true happiness was before I met him, Shawn. Love is such a strong, meaningful idea; I’ve been trying to figure out all day if Ma
ster is willing to entertain it.”

His lips brushed against her forehead. “Of course
he is, doll. I’m happy for you—both of you.”

They shared a contented sigh.

“Okay, enough of the serious talk. This is your day, and I’m not done with you yet.” Shawn grinned while clapping his hands together and rubbing them back and forth.

Yeah, this was going to be awkward.
“Uh, Shawn, I—I’m not sure,” Catherine started, and then paused, taking a deep breath. “Oh, hell! I’m supposed to thank you for your services, and I have no fucking clue what to offer you!” she spat out in frustration and embarrassment.

Confusion marred Shawn’s features while he sorted out her words. He stared at Catherine with his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open. When what she was suggesting clicked, he burst out laughing and staggered back, clutching his stomach.

“Oh, doll! Oh, my goodness, you are too precious! You don’t need to do a thing for me. Just seeing the delight on your face is all I need.” He took a calming breath. “Besides, Jayden took care of my payment,” he said still grinning ear to ear.

Paranoia flooded Catherine’s veins, and her smile disappeared at Shawn’s words.
Had Master taken in yet another lover?
Maybe she was wrong about his feelings for her? “What—what do you mean ‘Jayden took care of your payment’?” She fought to keep her breath calm while she choked out the words.

Shawn took in the look on the poor girl’s face. “Oh shit, doll! No, whatever you’re thinking, stop! I just meant to say that he introduced me to Micah. I’ve been looking for a sub that meets specific r
equirements, and I think Micah is going to work out perfectly,” he explained in a rush.

Catherine let out the breath she’d been holding. “Dammit, Shawn, give a girl a heart attack, why don’t you?”

He laughed, and there was a hint of guilt flushing his dark cheeks. “I’m not saying I wouldn’t have liked to tap that ass of your Master’s,” Shawn wiggled his eyebrows, “but he wouldn’t hear of it. He’s all yours, Erin. You’ve got to believe that. I’m sure you know it in your heart; you just need to wrap that pretty little head of yours around the idea!”

With an exhale, Catherine stepped in closer and gave him a hug. “Thanks, Shawn. You’ve been a really great friend today. So, you said you weren’t done with me . . .”

“Nope, I’m not.” Now Shawn sported a mischievous look in his eyes. “I work with other mediums besides tattoo ink. Paige will be here any minute to freshen you up, and then I’ll see you again out in the gardens.” As if on cue, there was a quiet knock on the door, and Shawn called, “Come on in, Paige. She’s all yours for the next,” he looked at his watch, “ten minutes.” A quick peck was placed on Catherine’s forehead, and Shawn whispered, “See ya soon, doll.”

He patted Paige on the head when he walked past her, leaning in to say something to her u
nder his breath.

“Hi, Paige.”

“Hey, sweetie! Let me see!” She was bouncing on the balls of her feet.

Taking her time, Catherine turned around in a circle so Paige could view the entire tattoo. Su
rprising herself, she warmed with pride over her new ink and wondered when she would get an opportunity to show it off.

Paige squealed. “Oh my God, Erin! It’s so pretty. Do you love it? Did it hurt?” she threw the que
stions at Catherine one after the other while her fingers came close, and then hovered right above Catherine’s skin like she wanted to touch it.

“Geez, Paige, take a breath. Yes, I love it, and no it didn’t hurt. It was relaxing, truth be told. I ended up napping.”

Giving in and allowing her finger to stroke one of the orchids, Paige asked, “Do you know why he picked the orchids? They seem so fragile but strong.”

Catherine smiled. “Well, Master has told me I remind him of an orchid for the reasons you just gave, and there’s a happy florist down the street from my house who gets a weekly order from him.”

Paige’s eyes filled with teary emotion. “That is one of the sweetest things I’ve ever heard. Wow, he’s good.”

They both laughed when Catherine nodded her head.

“Okay, then; tell me about the rope.”

“I have to make a guess on this one until I get a chance to talk to him and confirm it. My last name is O’Chancey, which is Irish. By using something from my culture
– my history – I think he wanted to have a symbol that I am my own person, a willing participant in this lifestyle.” Catherine wasn’t sure if that’s what Master had in mind, but it felt right to her when she expressed her ideas.

Her friend let out a dreamy sigh before she startled them both back into the moment with a sharp clap of her hands. “Well, I love it, Erin! Okay, time to get busy. You go pee, and then I’ll work my magic, and we’ll be on our way!” Paige chirped.

Done with the bathroom, Paige touched up Catherine’s make up again and pulled the front and top sections of her red hair into a clip at the back of her head. Next, Paige assisted the submissive into a gauzy skirt, which matched the peasant blouse and reached mid-calf, being careful not to let the waistband drag over the new ink.

“You do realize that I feel more naked in this see-through stuff than when I was just walking around with nothing on?”

“It’s sexy, Erin.” Paige was giggling while she responded, and Catherine didn’t miss the blindfold she held in her hand.

“Aw, Paige, do I hafta?” Catherine whined at her. “Shawn already said I was going out to the ga
rdens, so why can’t I see where I walk?” she implored.

“Damn that man’s big mouth,” she complained with a huff. “That’s neither here nor there, Erin. You have to be blindfolded so you don’t see what’s happening out there. It’s supposed to add to the experience.”

Paige made a valiant attempt at convincing her, but Catherine narrowed her eyes and fixed her gaze on her new friend. “Do you know what he has planned for me next?”

Averting her eyes, Paige started looking around the room, everywhere but back at Catherine. “Um, yes,” she squeaked.

“Paige, we’ve become good friends today, right?” Catherine could play sweet and coy if need be, and she started by batting her eyelashes.

“Erin, please, I can’t tell you. Our Masters will tan both our hides if I spill!” she pled, having made eye contact with Catherine again.

“Fine,” Catherine gave in, “put it on me, and let’s get out of here.”