A Divine Life (The Divine Trilogy) (12 page)

With
their scene
finished, the submissive felt a bit like a third wheel while Paige and Sir Landon moved to the corner for a private talk. Catherine gave her fuzzy head a shake and glanced around the room. Noticing a bathroom, she made a quiet exit to relieve herself, splash some water on her face, and get a drink.

Feeling a little refreshed, Catherine came out of the small bathroom to be met with the sight of Sir Landon smacking Paige’s butt and walking out the door. Once it was closed, Paige turned to look at her.

“Talk to me, Erin. Please. I want some answers,” she implored with a sad smile. “Are you doing okay? We’re a little worried with how much you’ve had to process today.”

“To be honest, a lot has come up that I need to think on and sort out, but every time I’ve started to analyze it, I’ve had to set it aside so I can focus on my scenes. I’m really sorry I lost it earl
ier, Paige. Memories from a bad time in my life insisted on popping up,” Catherine offered with an apologetic shrug.

“Spencer?” Paige hedged.

“Yeah.” Catherine kept her voice low and tried to plan out her words so they would make sense. “I guess it’s just been the intensity of today causing it to surface, because I haven’t thought of that time in my life in a few months. Maybe this was a good thing; I’d become complacent, so this has helped me remember my place,” she stated, nodding her head and trying to close the matter.

Before either woman could say more, a loud thud followed by a cracking sound came from the hallway.

“What was that?” Catherine blanched.

“I don’t know. Let me check.” Paige rushed to the door and pulled it open. “Master!” she shrieked.

Catherine could hear Sir Landon’s voice but not his words before Paige closed the door.

“Well?”

“Uh, it’s nothing.” Paige’s answer was evasive, and then she followed up with, “I hope,” under her breath. “Time’s short, Erin. Quick, undo the corset and put this on.” She handed Catherine a sheer piece of green fabric, which she’d pulled from the bag Catherine had noticed when they came in. “Oh, wait a second. Sorry, I get flustered when rushed.” Paige rolled her eyes at her own faults, before grabbing something from the counter. “Lift those boobs for me, sweetie.”

Unsure what Paige had in mind, Catherine complied. The antiseptic spray hitting her tips made her flinch, but when the numbing ingredient in the salve soaked in, she exhaled in relief. “Wow, that stuff’s great. Thanks.”

Paige giggled. “Yeah, it is. You’ll want to clean the area and apply this at least twice a day, but if they get really sore or itchy, feel free to use it more often. Breast play will also need to be limited at first and done with extreme care until you’ve healed.”

“How long should that take?” Catherine hoped not more than a few weeks or maybe a couple of months at the most. The idea of missing out on one of her favorite pastimes saddened her; of course, she’d done it before, so she knew that she could do it again. Sir Jonathan had seemed more interes
ted in her ass than her breasts, anyway; she doubted leaving them alone would be a problem.

“It varies from person to person, but the average is about six weeks, although for some women, full recovery can take over a year. Just keep it clean and medicated, and trust your Master to monitor how much he touches them. Now, hurry up and get that corset off!”

With less than nimble fingers, Catherine trembled while undoing the fasteners. She took a deep breath. The binding garment fell away from her ribs, and she laid the corset on a chair, shivering when the cool air hit her sweat-dampened flesh. Salty moisture slid along her skin, pebbling Catherine with goose bumps when it trickled into a couple of the whip welts and brought them to life with a teasing sting.

Holding the item Paige had given her out in front of herself, Catherine soon recognized it was a peasant-style blouse. She pulled it over her head and winced at the feather-light touch of the material against her tender skin. The full sleeves hung loose on Catherine’s arms down to her wrists, where they were cinched with green satin ribbons tied into bows. Trimmed with the same green ribbon, the neckline scooped low over her breasts. When the submissive looked down the length of her body, she could see the darkness of her puffy, sore nipples with their dangling emerald jewels through the gauzy fabric.

Paige retrieved the corset from where it had been discarded and came forward to wrap tiny arms around Catherine while she bound her back into the garment. With the fasteners closed up, Catherine’s breasts once again stood high and proud, pushing out over the top edge. Paige surprised the submissive by placing a quick open mouthed kiss on each of her nipples, causing them to pull into a tight pucker. The material was left damp, and as the air conditioning blew through the room, the fabric chilled against Catherine’s nipples, ensuring they would stay pebbled, perky, and aching.

To finish Catherine’s makeover, Paige fluffed her hair, following by adding a touch up of gloss to her lips. A final adornment, and they were done; she attached a leash to Catherine’s collar and ni
pples, ignoring the submissive’s mewling at the contact. This new leash had hooks instead of clamps now that Catherine had rings in her nipples. The ends of the hooks snapped together, pinching the fabric of her blouse between them with ease.

“All finished,” Paige announced while stepping back to look over her handiwork. “You look bea
utiful, Erin.”

Somehow, the submissive felt more naked and vulnerable in this state of undress. Catherine’s breasts were covered but visible through the flimsy material; meanwhile, her bottom and quivering sex were left unconcealed and available. She became quite aware of the collar around her neck when Paige began to lead her toward the door. Remembering the pretty silver paddle that labeled her as Ja
yden’s Slut made her brain kick into overdrive.

You know, Erin, those emeralds hanging from your pretty tits are awfully close to the color of
your
eyes. The ones that your Master is so fond of.

Her
mind began racing. Catherine recalled in hazy bits the tenderness with which Master’s voice and words had explained that today was for
her
pleasure. “An anniversary to be celebrated,”
had been his exact words.

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 t
hey 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 ev
erything just might be perfect.”

“Of course it is, sweetie!” Paige responded with an enthusiastic hug. “Okay, time for the blin
dfold, 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 fi
tting 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 pre
sence.

“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 int
imate 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?” Ja
yden 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 s
econd 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 co
rner 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. Cath
erine’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.