A Divine Life (The Divine Trilogy) (19 page)

Ja
yden held his
breath, but began to let it out in slow increments when Erin’s tiny hand threaded into his hair. Her nails scratched at his scalp, and it felt so good.

“Jayden?” Her voice was soft. “Look at me, please,” she requested.

With caution and uncertainty, he raised his eyes up to her, nervous about what he’d see looking back at him. Her eyes were gentle, and she her lips curved upward in a small smile.

“There you are,” she cooed. “Jayden, what are you ashamed of,
A rúnsearc
? I helped Micah suck you off just this morning. I know you play with him. Even if Shawn had touched you as well, isn’t that your prerogative? I entered this relationship with you knowing it wasn’t just me in your bed, so to speak.” Erin kissed his forehead in what he assumed was a gesture of acceptance.

Erin was too good to be real; but she was real. Yet again, she had managed to catch him off guard with her ability to reason and see beyond the bare facts.

“Oh, Erin, thank you!” A dry, relieved sob escaped him. “It’s just that—well, I have another confession.”

“Go on, then. If we’re going to make this work, we can’t stop communicating now. Whether you are Jayden or Master shouldn’t have an impact on our honesty with one another.”

He sucked in a breath and let it out, his lips rippling with the motion. She was right; truth and honesty had to be their cornerstones. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking over the last couple of weeks, and I’ve decided that you are the only one I want in my bed, the one I
need
.”

Her bright smile encouraged him.

“I’ve made other arrangements for Samantha. I mean, she’s still going to be my secretary, but that’s it now. And as I’ve just explained, Micah will still be my personal assistant and driver, but his needs are going to be met by Shawn.”

“So what’s the problem then?” Erin asked, furrowing her forehead.

“I just feel weak for giving in so soon after cutting my ties with them, like I let you down, and can’t be good enough for you.”

“Jayden Matthew Masterson,” she barked at him, “don’t you
ever
say you aren’t good enough for me! You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

Nothing more needed to be said; Jayden rushed at his jewel and covered her mouth with his own. There was a vague awareness that his clothes were becoming satura
ted while he climbed into the tub with her. She was pawing at his shirt, trying to push it up his abs, so Jayden jerked back long enough to rip it over his head and throw it onto the bathroom floor before he was burying his tongue in her mouth once again. Her nipples were like diamonds where they pushed against his chest, and he swallowed her moans with eagerness.

“Please, Jayden, take me! I need to feel you inside me.” She bit
her lower lip in an enticing move calculated to seduce.

His lips had been running over her neck when her words snapped him to attention. “Erin,
love, you’ve got to be sore. I―I don’t want to say no, but I’m afraid of hurting you. You need some recovery time, sweet girl.” He tried to kiss away her pout.

Her eyes were fiery, and he could tell her mind was whirling, trying to find a way to get what she wanted. As soon as she smiled, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to say no.

“Jayden, you’re right.” She shrugged.

What? That’s all she’s got?

“But you do realize that the place where I want to feel you hasn’t been touched today? Not much, anyway. Please, Jayden. You can go slow if you want.”

The batting eyelashes would get him every time. “Erin,” he whined.

There was a glimpse of a smug smile on her beautiful face before she tucked her nose in behind his ear to kiss that soft spot—the one that felt sinful.

Jayden groaned when her hot breath whispered over his ear, “I can feel that you want me, too.” Damn capricious cock had its own agenda, no matter what his more sensible head wanted to enforce.

Well, he
had
told Erin she was welcome to
anything
in his home. Jayden bolted upright, the abrupt movement sending water cascading down his body to splash all over her. Erin squealed and tried to cover her face while she bubbled with laughter, but all the man noticed was the way her breasts were pushed together by her arms. The sight spurred him to work faster at releasing the button and zipper on his jeans.

She continued to laugh while Jayden fought to peel the wet denim from his body and avoid fal
ling on top of her—not an easy feat. Trying to balance in a bathtub and wrestle wet denim was not something he would recommend. After what seemed an eternity, during which Jayden almost fell
twice
, he got the last inch of material worked off his foot and couldn’t resist a proud “Ta-Da!” while he stood before her with his cock standing firm and upright only inches from her face.

Erin giggled again and clapped. “Bravo! Bravo,
A rúnsearc
!”

All coherent thought left Jayden when she closed the distance and slid her hot, little mouth over his wet dick.

“Fuck, Erin!” he hissed out in surprise.

She ran her hands up the backs of his thighs until she was grasping his ass, which she procee
ded to push against, forcing him to go deeper into her mouth. Jayden’s hands went to her head, where he let his fingers get wrapped up in her hair. Erin moaned around the organ, while he held her head and started fucking her mouth in a sweet cadence.

“Oh, God, Erin. My sweet, naughty, little Erin, the things you . . . ungh . . . do to me. Shit!
Cailin maith
.” The slow tempo had been abandoned for a needy, fast pump into her mouth. It was amazing how her throat was able to relax and open, and with each thrust, he slipped in deeper. Before Jayden knew it, her nose was brushing against his trimmed pubic hairs, and he could feel her throat muscles contracting as she literally swallowed his cock.

“Holy hell!” He extracted himself from her mouth with a yell lest he shot his load straight into her stomach via her throat. “Erin, you’ve never gotten all of me in like that. Fuck, I need a minute,” he admitted and plopped down on the built-in bench seat. When he was able to open his eyes and look at her, Jayden found Erin smiling like a Cheshire cat. “Pleased with yourself, Erin?”

“Aye!” Erin’s enthusiasm was apparent. She crawled through the water, and then knelt in front of him so that her ink was above the water line.

While she leaned in, Jayden was helpless to do anything but watch her tongue snake out in a seductive dance and take long, slow licks up the underside of his erection.

“Yum,” she whispered.

Shaking his head, Jayden hooked a finger under her chin and tilted her head up to look at him. “You are insatiable. You know that, right?” he asked with a kiss to her nose.

“Only for you, Jayden,” she responded, and then sucked one of his fingers into her mouth.

The sensation went straight to his cock.

“Oh, you’ve asked for it now, little girl! Stand up and turn around.”

Not threatened in the least, Erin snickered while she lifted herself up out of the water, turned around, and
, with the slowest pace possible, bent over, pushing her ass toward Jayden. The little minx placed her hands on the edge of the tub, spread her feet apart by a little more than shoulder width, and started swaying in front of him.

From that angle, he could see that her pussy was swollen and wet with more than just bath w
ater. Jayden ran a finger through her folds, and then brought it up to his mouth. “Mm, so delicious.”

Erin looked over her shoulder at him and winked, the green of her eyes spa
rkling.

Naughty girl; but I can be naughtier,
Jayden thought, and he grabbed a handful of her ass flesh in each of his hands. He pulled her cheeks apart, and then buried his tongue in her. Jayden had never given a rim job before, never had the desire. Now he wanted to devour every part of Erin he could reach. While he lapped at her puckered hole, she dropped her head and moaned—loud. A shift of his neck let Jayden angle so that he could slide his tongue first into her pussy and then run it back up to her asshole. His hands flexed and released, massaging her ass while he lapped at her from behind.

She was beginning to shake, alerting Jayden that she was getting close to orgasming, but he wanted her on his cock when that happened. Straightening back up, Jayden gripped her hips to guide her back onto his erection, but she stopped him.

“Jayden, please spank me like you did this morning in the car. Smack my pussy and ass. Just a few times, please?” She widened her stance and wiggled said ass at Jayden.

How the hell do you say no to that?

He moved to stand off to the side of her, and then reached down to scoop up some of the hot soapy water and let it dribble across her backside. “Are you sure, Erin?” the Dom asked as his hand came down on her right cheek.
Smack!
Droplets of water splashed off of her and darkened the ends of her red, wavy hair.

“Ugh . . . God, aye, Sir! Again!” She squirmed and gasped.

The water effect had pleased him, so Jayden scooped up another handful, poured it over her, and then brought his hand down on her left cheek with another resounding smack.
Her flesh was already turning a glorious shade of pink.

“Mm-hmmm!” She thrust her ass at him, pleading for more. Again he scooped up the warm water and trickled it over her. Just as his hand connected over her pussy, making a loud splat sound, the doorbell rang.

His girl shuddered at the interruption. “No, Jayden, please ignore it. Finish me,
A rúnsearc
!”

Her need wafted off of her in waves, and Jayden felt a little guilty. “Sorry, sweet girl,” he said while stepping out of the tub, “that will be our dinner, and I can’t i
gnore it.”

Erin stood up; water sluiced over her voluptuous curves. She crossed her arms under her breasts, pushing them up, and huffed.

In retaliation, Jayden gripped his cock and pointed it at her. “You’re not the only one being left unsatisfied here! Let me go collect our food. You finish up and meet me downstairs. We’ll eat, talk, and maybe get back to this later tonight.”

A sigh escaped from her mouth while Erin sat back down into the water and grabbed the loofah.

Jayden couldn’t walk out of the room with her disappointed, so he knelt down beside the tub and cupped her cheek with his hand. “I love you, Erin; don’t ever forget that.”

She rewarded him with a huge smile, turning her face into his hand and kissing his palm.

“Go on, get our food. I’ll be down in a couple of minutes. I love you, too, you big tease!”

His playful girl laughed and splashed him with water. Moving fast, he jumped back to avoid most of the spray and grabbed a towel. After a quick rub down, Jayden tugged on a pair of sleep pants, hoping they were loose enough to hide his still-prominent erection. Then he headed down the stairs, grabbing his wallet off the foyer table, and opened the door.

As soon as
Jayden disappeared from sight, Erin allowed the cheesy grin she’d been holding back to break free. Her cheeks were sore, but she couldn’t be bothered; the happiness she felt had to spill over, or she might very well burst.

The waning afternoon had been interesting, to say the least. First and foremost was that he r
eciprocated her feelings. It was almost comical that they’d found themselves in full-blown love with each other when they’d never even shared a simple kiss before today—the fact that Jayden had an intimate familiarity with her entire body didn’t count since it had all been gained as her Master. She looked forward to the days ahead when he would get to know her in depth as her lover.

Giggling over the way they’d fumbled back and forth this afternoon, unsure which role to settle into since Master and submissive had been all they’d known before, Erin lifted her sore body out of the cooling water. While drying off, she noticed a new
, unopened tube of ointment on the counter and assumed that it was for her beautiful tattoo.

Looking into the mirror, her eyes misted over while she surveyed her reflection: vibrant green eyes sparkling, red hair a fiery halo about her head, skin pink from the warm water and the whip, and nipples standing proud and decora
ted. But the ink was what did her in; she couldn’t take her eyes off of it.

Before she let herself get carried away on a wave of sappy emotion, Erin shook her head to clear it and hung the towel on the drying rod. Hoping to hold Jayden to his promise of “we’ll pick this up later,” she wanted to keep her wardrobe on the nonexistent side. A brilliant idea formed, and she snatched the gel off the counter before slipping into Ja
yden’s bedroom—and his closet.

Girlfriends wear their boyfriend’s clothes all the time, right?

Are you twelve, Erin? Girlfriend? He hasn’t said anything about titles.

She was not going to stand there and argue with herself over semantics. His walk-
in closet was huge—and beyond OCD in its organization. Everything was sorted by style and color and hung behind glass doors; Erin guessed this was to keep dust off his clothes. Spinning in a slow circle to take it all in, she stopped when her eyes landed on Jayden’s black dress shirts. She smiled. A minute later, she was headed downstairs.

When Erin reached the foyer, she found Jayden leaning against the front door with his eyes closed while he took deep breaths. A more than slight bulge filled out the front of his pants, much to her amusement. It was good to see she wasn’t alone in her horniness. She giggled, and his lust-filled brown eyes snapped open.

“Hey there, big boy,” she purred at him. “Mind helping me put some ointment on my ink?”

“It would be my pleasure, Erin. Let me just set these down in the kitchen. Come on,” he a
nswered in a husky voice, shifting the take-out bags to one hand so he could hold hers with the other.

When they reached the kitchen, he put the bags down on the counter before turning to face Erin. Her heart raced when he strode toward her with a sauntering step that took her breath away. He stopped, leaving about six inches between them.

“You,” Jayden kissed her nose, “are quite,” he kissed the side of her jaw, “irresistible in my clothes.”

Erin was dissolving under his touch. Jayden slid his hands under the open flaps of the black shirt, over the tops of her breasts, and up and over her shoulders. He caught the shirt and pushed it down her shoulders until it was snagged by her elbows. With a sigh, her head lolled to the side, e
xposing her neck to her lover. He accepted the invitation and bit down with light pressure on the side of her neck, sucking the skin into his mouth.

There was no doubt she would be marked when he was done; not with the fervor behind his suckling. After several minutes, he released her neck, and she shi
vered when his tongue ran over the skin.

“Did you mark me?” Erin whispered against his face since he hadn’t pulled away yet.

Now he moved back, and he looked pleased. “Yes, my jewel, and it won’t be the last time I do.” Their building moment was interrupted by a growl from Erin’s stomach. “I think someone is hungry. For food,” Jayden clarified when Erin turned her lust-filled gaze on him.

Abashed, she nodded her head in agreement, covering her protesting, empty stomach with her hands. She stood still while Jayden pulled the shirt back up onto her shoulders and knotted the ends together high on her ribs, u
nder her breasts. Taking the ointment from her, Jayden opened it and applied a liberal amount to his fingertips, which he then smoothed across her ink. When he was done, he feathered a kiss just above her clit before tasking Erin with grabbing some plates and silverware while he rinsed his hands at the sink.

While she pulled the food from the bags and plated it, Jayden grabbed a couple of wineglasses and a nice red wine
– an Australian Shiraz – from the wine rack. He then followed her into the dining room, where he poured a small amount of wine into their glasses. They sat down, and he raised his glass to her.

“Happy Anniversary, Catherine, my love.”

She clinked her glass with his and whispered, “Thank you,
A rúnsearc.
”

Jayden fixed his eyes on her and set his glass down. “Okay, Erin, you’ve been saying that all a
fternoon. Are you going to tell me what it means?”

“Beloved.”

Her answer left them both quiet and reflective. They proceeded to sip their wine and eat in silence since they were both starving. No words were necessary between them, however; their eyes were filled with their emotions for each other. When their plates were almost empty, Jayden set his fork down.

“Do you have room for dessert, Erin?”

“I guess I could eat a little bit more; why?”

“I’ll be right back.” He evaded her question and stood, collected their plates, and then left without giving her any idea of what he was up to. Several minutes later, Jayden r
eturned. In his hand was a tray laden down with a bottle of dessert wine, two small glasses, a jar of what appeared to be golden honey, and a plate of baklava.

“Ooh, this looks so yummy!” she squealed when he set the tray on the table in front of her.

“Yes. It does.”

Something in his tone made Erin look up. Jayden was staring at her, and her breath hitched when she realized he wasn’t referring to the food. He poured the dessert wine and handed her a glass; she took a small sip and moaned at the sweet flavor.

“Do you like it?” he inquired, and she nodded, taking another small sip. “Here.” He dipped his finger into the honey and brought it to her lips. “How does it work with the honey?”

Erin sucked the warm sweetness from his finger and closed her eyes in rapture. “It’s d
ivine,” she hummed in approval and licked his finger clean.

Jayden’s eyes darkened. “Stand up and
lose the shirt.”

The atmosphere had shifted from the light, playful tone they’d shared through dinner. Out of nowhere, the room was too hot, and the single garment she wore was too tight and restrictive.

“Is that a request or a command?” Erin challenged him. Her heart was racing, and her body was tight with eagerness and need.

“What do you want it to be?” he asked in a breathy whisper.

Elation and confusion took over while she tried to wrap her head around the idea that he was letting her choose. One answer would take her down a familiar path and allow her to indulge in her Master’s power, which she had missed since that morning. The other response was the unknown. Erin made her choice: after an emotional day of uncertainty, she needed tangible reaffirmation. She wanted her Master.

“Command this girl, Master.” Her pussy pulsed with her request.

“In that case, Catherine, stand up and remove the shirt
now
,” he ordered.

Fuck, my girl parts love it when he speaks to me that way.

Obedient,
she stood and undid the knot on the shirt to let it fall down her arms to the floor. Catherine stood naked before him. His eyes raked over her body while she awaited his next command.

Jayden pushed the dessert tray to the side. “Sit on the table and lean back on your elbows,” he said, lifting the dessert wine to his lips and taking a sip while he waited.

“Now, spread your legs, my little slut.”

She made the adjustment while he picked up the pot of honey. Catherine watched him bring the spoon covered with the warm, sticky liquid to her lips. He allowed some to spill over her mouth, and she went to lick it off.

“Don’t. Move. Leave it there,
cailin maith
,” he ordered.

Hoping her reluctance didn’t show, she pulled her tongue back into her mouth, tasting a hint of the honey from her lips.

The Dom sighed and drizzled more honey over her mouth before moving lower to run it over her breasts and nipples in a swirling pattern.

Her hips gave an involuntary lurch when the warmth hit her nipples. Master smirked, and he reached between her legs to pinch her swollen clit. “Uh-huh, I told you not to move. Be very still.”

Having set the container down, Master proceeded to lick the honey with an agonizing slowness from her lips before trailing down to her breasts, where he twirled his tongue around her areola without touching her nipples. The action forced her mouth to open, and she began panting.

God
,
the things this man does to me!

It soon became a battle to
keep her eyes open and watch his long tongue follow the swirled honey pattern he’d left on her skin. Catherine wanted to close her lids and just bask in the feel, yet she was fascinated by the sight. When he closed in on her left nipple, sucking it into his mouth, a loud moan escaped the submissive.

Jayden lifted his face from her chest with a grin. “I’m sorry; did you want some honey, too?”

Catherine had to concentrate to manage a nod of her head. She wanted whatever he offered; she couldn’t say no to anything. It was pretty simple.

Master’s hand went to her right breast, which he squeezed from the base while he pushed it up toward her face. “Suck, Catherine,” he commanded.

Wanting to oblige, Catherine stretched her neck, reaching for her own nipple when he pushed it into her mouth. His mouth returned to her other breast, and she almost came under the sensation of them sucking together. She’d never been happier to have been blessed with fuller breasts than she was right then.

When the woman could no longer taste honey on her skin, she refocused her attention on the gold ring impaling her nipple, working her tongue in and around it and cleaning it off as best she could. At least honey was a natural healer, but she still made a mental note that her piercings would need to be cleaned extra well when they were done; an infection was not something she wanted to deal with.

She was trying to slow her breathing when she felt cold liquid splash against her belly and across her pussy. The contrast of the cold against her heated core made her thrust her hips up, which earned her a slap to the side of her breast.

“I told you to be still,” he growled, and then ran his tongue through the wine across her belly, le
tting it dip into her belly button to clean her all up.

Catherine sighed and closed her eyes again, expecting his tongue to move lower and follow the wine and honey trail. However, instead she was surprised when the heat from his body seeped into her own and his mouth closed over hers.

Oh, sweet goddess, he tasted divine. Master’s tongue was coated with a mixture of honey and cold wine. He pushed it into her mouth, and she was eager to suck on it. His large cock pressed against her entrance through his sleep pants, and Catherine tried to push her legs further apart to welcome him. The way she was leaning back would not allow her to get any wider, so she lifted her feet to the edge of the table, which did open her up for him. He shifted back, pulled his pants down, and then slid home in one thrust.

Their mouths parted as they both screamed out, “Oh, Fuck!” at the same time.

The submissive braced her palms against the table and hooked her legs over his elbows, while her lover found a steady rhythm: in and out, swirl his hips, in and out, swirl his hips. Catherine felt the pressure build, and she knew she’d be unable to hold back.

“Please, Master, may this girl come?”

Master managed to grunt a “Yes” while never breaking his stride, and she soon exploded around him.

Her orgasm continued, never ending while he kept thrusting and swirling his hips against hers. After another ten minutes, Master slowed his pace and withdrew his length; he was breathing hard, his glorious chest rising and falling with each breath. From the tightness of his jaw, Catherine was sure he’d been fighting his own release.

She tilted her head to the side in confusion. “Master?” Catherine couldn’t understand why he wasn’t giving in.

His eyes snapped to her face, causing her to gasp at the intensity they held. “On your knees, Catherine,” he directed through tight, pursed lips.

Willing and even enthusiastic to service him, Catherine slid off the table and dropped to her knees. Master’s cock, glistening with a mixture of the submissive’s come and wine, bobbed in front of her face. The sight of it, purple and tight, was enthralling.