A Divine Life (The Divine Trilogy) (3 page)

“
As always, it was a pleasure seeing you submit yourself to me with such abandon.”

The look that accompanied Master
’s words could be best described as loving. It was intense, and Catherine lowered her gaze back to her lap.

They spent the next ten minutes in
silence while the car hummed along. When the car pulled up to the curb, she felt her nerves kick in. The distraction of playing with Micah had almost made her forget that she was about to spend the day in full submissive mode without Master.

Catherine Eilene O
’Chancey, you know that’s not true. While you won’t be in his physical presence, today is all about being with him in your mind and heart. Every humiliation, every sting of pain, every tingle of pleasure will be received by you while you accept your Master’s gracious gift.

On occasion
, her inner dialogue could be a pain in the ass and very to-the-point.

Micah opened the car door
. Catherine began to scoot forward on the seat, preparing to get out, but Master’s hand touched her arm and stilled her.

“
Do you remember your rules for today?” he queried in a soft tone.

“
Aye, Master. This girl is to check in under ‘Jayden’s Slut,’ and then follow the instructions given her by her attendants. She is to show proper respect and gratitude for all they do to her.” She took a deep breath before continuing, “And this girl is to trust that they will not abuse her limits.”

“
Perfect,” he whispered and leaned in to capture her lips with his own.

His tongue licked along Catherine
’s, demanding entrance. The second her lips parted, it plunged into her mouth, swirling against her tongue. Their kiss was breath-stealing, and then it was over.

Master pulled
back; no doubt his smirk was caused by the look on Catherine’s face. She was certain that she must’ve looked similar to an untried virgin. With that, she stepped out of the car, her fingers caressing her lips.

Master
’s voice made Catherine turn around. The two simple words were said with a hint of desperation that matched the flicker in his eyes, but they were all she needed to find her focus before heading into the building.

“
Trust me?”

“
Aye, Master. Always.”

He pulled the door shut
, leaving Catherine to face the building in front of which she’d been deposited. She grinned, even as her gut twisted in on itself.

Her
eyes ran
over the facade of the unassuming building, which housed The Silver Spurs Spa. Master was having Catherine walk into a business she frequented with regularity in nothing but a coat and heels and announce herself as a slut.
Let the humiliation begin.
At the thought, there was a tingle between her legs, and she became aware of her naked nipples again. Oh, yes; Master knew what she needed.

The soft tinkle of chimes sounded when Catherine pushed the door open. Stepping inside
, her focus darted about to see if she recognized any of the patrons in the waiting room. She didn’t, because there was no one else there.
Odd
.

Is that disappointment
, Erin?

Stepping up to the front desk
, Catherine was met by a waif of a girl who smiled up at her. She wasn’t the usual clerk, and Catherine had the first hint that this would be unlike any spa day she’d ever had before.

“
Welcome to Silver Spurs. I’m Paige. How can I help you this morning?” Her eyes sparkled, and her voice was lyrical and comforting. She pushed the lengths of blond hair that framed her face back off her shoulders.

Catherine found the
pale blue shade of Paige’s irises fascinating. They were ethereal. Firming her resolve again, Catherine let her own green eyes meet Paige’s amiable gaze. “Hello, Paige, this girl is Jay–Jayden’s Slut, and she should have an appointment.” Though she would always love the way his name rolled off of her tongue, Catherine stumbled saying Jayden’s name out loud. It wasn’t something she was accustomed to doing when in the role of his submissive.

The answering grin on Paige
’s face was contagious, and Catherine found herself smiling while Paige looked over the reservation book.

“
Why, yes—yes, you do.” She shot Catherine a playful wink. “Are we ready to have some fun today?”

Catherine gave her a tentative nod followed by a quiet
, “Sure.”

Clapping her hands,
Paige moved out from behind the desk and over to the front door, where she flipped the sign to ‘CLOSED’ while turning the lock.

“
If you’ll follow me,” she invited before heading down the hall that led to the treatment rooms.

Catherine fell in
to step, expecting to be led to the changing rooms where she’d be able to put her trench coat into a locker and collect one of the spa’s luxurious jasmine-scented robes. Instead, they walked past the rooms, not stopping until they were further down the hall in front of a wooden door.

Reaching out to Catherine
, Paige began undoing the belt from around Catherine’s waist. “Let me take your coat for you.”

“
Oh. Well, um . . .” Catherine mumbled, at a loss for what to say. She was trying to figure out how to warn Paige that she was bare beneath the coat, but Paige had already pulled it open and was sliding it down Catherine’s shoulders. She didn’t seem fazed by Catherine’s nudity.

“
Those shoes are exquisite; the leather looks so supple and yummy! Oh, sorry,” Paige said with a touch of bashfulness. “Where are my manners? I can get carried away sometimes, and I’ve heard so much about you. I’m a little excited that we are getting to meet at last, but we’ll talk more later . . .” Pushing open the door, Paige nodded toward the room. “In you go for your . . . ah, massage. Enjoy!” With that, Paige turned and walked back the way they’d come, leaving Catherine to face whatever awaited her beyond the open door.

She
’s a strange one, but I like her.

Crossing over the threshold
, Catherine found herself in what appeared to be a massage room. A comfortable-looking padded table with a cushioned head support sat in the center. The far wall housed a perpetual waterfall. Trickling and bubbling, the sound of the water was almost trance-inducing. To her left, another wall was kitted out with cupboards, and behind her, a linen shelf displayed fluffy, gray towels. A picture window overlooking an expanse of gardens filled the remaining wall.

It seemed she was alone. Unsure what she should be doing
, the submissive fell into a standing ready position. Catherine was gambling that anyone she encountered today would be aware of her submissive status, and assuming the position was natural to her. Her chin lowered to the floor while she closed her eyes and let the waterfall sounds pull her into a quiet place.

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“Well, look at this pretty little mare standing here,” a deep voice spoke from behind Catherine, startling her.

How much time had passed was anyone
’s guess.

While she did jump
, the movement was restricted to her shoulders. Catherine managed to maintain her position, resisting the urge to look around. Her mouth remained closed, since she’d not been given permission to speak.

“
Such a fine specimen you are, too.”

Rough-
tipped fingers trailed down Catherine’s spine, slipping between her ass cheeks. Both of his hands were on her, spreading her cheeks apart so that she felt the cool air against her hole. The image of an animal being inspected at market appeared in her head.

“
You’ll look amazing with a tail.”

Catherine clenched on instinct at the words.
Tail?

The man snickered
, and his hands moved up from her ass to her hips, continuing up over her ribcage until he was cupping Catherine’s breasts while the ‘inspection’ continued.

Master said this was okay.

“Hm. Firm. Terrific size: they fill my hands, but don’t overflow,” murmured the mystery voice. “Lean forward, and place your hands on the edge of the table.”

Catherine did as she was told
, feeling her ass jut out behind her. She fought against the flare of panic that threatened to rise at having a stranger touch her, reminding herself of Master’s final request to trust him.

Her cheeks were spread apart again
, and then a lubed finger pushed into her puckered hole with no warning. It felt nice, and she groaned.

He pushed in and out of her a couple of times before adding a second finger
, which he commenced scissoring with the first, spreading her—opening her. Before long, a third finger was added to the task of stretching her hole, and her breathing had picked up. Catherine gasped when he reached around with his free hand and started stroking the wet folds he found nestled between her thighs.

“
Like that, do you?” he asked, his breath hot against the back of her neck.

Catherine nodded her head and pushed back against his hand to be met with a loud smack. The sharp sting of his hand on her left cheek surprised her.

“Don’t be a greedy whore.” His fingers disappeared, leaving her feeling empty and open. “However, it’s clear you’re ready for more.”

In the next moment
, Catherine felt cool metal being inserted into her backside with a slow, firm pressure. When the plug was all the way in and she was satisfied that she was full again, he told her to sway her hips.

With the first move to the right
, Catherine felt something soft and light brushing against the backs of her thighs. When she moved to the left, the sensation swayed with her. Realization set in: the butt plug he’d just put in had a tail attached to it. While she should have felt debased, instead her arousal increased at the sensation.

Oh geez
, he wasn’t joking about the tail . . . he’s turning me into an animal. Well, fuck me.

I think that
’s the idea, Erin.

The hairs
, which tickled her thighs with a light caress, were sending tremors of electricity through her body, forcing her nipples into tight, pebbled nubs.

“
Yes. Very fine, indeed. You make a beautiful filly, Catherine. So tell me,” he asked – and she could swear there was a childlike giddiness in it – “Have you ever felt the bite of a whip?”

At once
, her breath caught in her throat, and Catherine’s body froze, while flashes of the last Demon Night she and Master had attended at Dungeons & Dreams went through her mind.

A submissive was suspended by her wrists with chains hanging from the ceiling. Likewise, a spreader bar between her ankles forced her legs wide and they were chained to the floor. Her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back in rapture. Red lines crisscrossed her nude body giving the appearance that she was wearing a fish-net bodysuit.

With a resounding crack
, Catherine watched the long tail of braided leather wrap around from behind the sub, the tip landing on the woman’s nipple with a snap.

The sub shuddered and whispered
, “Thank you, Master.”

It was obvious by her demeanor and the perfect diamond pattern over her skin that the man wiel
ding the whip was in complete control and quite good at what he did.

Catherine held her breath when the whipping Master came around the dangling woman
, raising his arm and preparing to lash her again. The leather snaked out and made contact with the submissive’s naked pussy, and Catherine couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped her lips simultaneous with the bound woman.

She couldn
’t look away from the scene while Master whispered in her ear, “Do you want to be her? Do you want to feel the bite of Sir Jonathan’s whip, slut?”

Entranced
, Catherine had said the one thing she could say: “Aye, Master.”

The deep voice of Sir Jonathan began explaining how the whip could be
, “. . . a pleasure tool in addition to punishment for some submissives if they are pain sluts.”

Sir Jonathan had approached without Catherine realizing it and now stood in front of her while he finished talking.

Master chuckled against her ear and commented, “Interesting,” while she dared a brief glance up into the angular face of Sir Jonathan with his cropped blond hair and piercing blue eyes – then Master was nudging her off his lap so that he could stand.

The grinning face that belonged to the man who’d just stepped in front of her was the same from that night: Sir Jonathan.

Oh. My. God.
Master had arranged a session for her with a whip expert:
The
whip expert for their local scene. She shuddered and could feel the wetness increase between her thighs.

“
Ah, so you do remember me?” he asked with a quirked eyebrow.

“
Aye, Sir. This girl does,” she admitted, her tone breathy.

“
Good, good. How about we get started then?”

“
As you wish, Sir. Thank you.”

Inside
, she was trembling. A year ago when she’d signed her contract with Master, whipping had been a hard limit. Master had brought it up a few times with her because of her fondness for pain. Until she’d seen Sir Jonathan in action, she’d been unable to view a whipping as something pleasurable. After that night, Catherine had asked Master to change it from a hard to a soft limit, thus letting him know she was ready to explore it in the playroom.

“
Since this is your first time under the whip, I’ll go easy on you. Don’t want to scare you off when you’ve agreed to try this at long last.” He smirked at her with eyes that sparkled with mischievousness. “But first, I want you to prance that fine ass around the room for me, filly. Stretch your legs a bit, since you’ve been in one place awhile.”

Walking around the room as instructed
, Catherine could feel his appraising eyes on her. The stilettos lifted her backside; the plug deep in her ass was accentuated by the angle and forced a sashay into her step, which in turn made the tail swing. Simply put, Catherine felt like a human horse.

You
’re starting to look like one too, whore.

Oh
, will you please shut up, and let me focus!

Wondering how she looked
, Catherine recalled Master’s admission that she would be recorded today, so she tried to peek around in a sly manner to spot the cameras. She couldn’t see them and decided it would be best to forget them again. After all, she wasn’t there to perform; she was there to experience and enjoy.

“
Well done, filly,” Sir Jonathan praised when she returned and came to a stop in front of him. “Your Master sent a gift. Open your mouth.” His voice was firm but kind when he gave the instruction, retrieving a chocolate brown, leather bridle, complete with reins, from a side drawer.

Catherine opened
, and he pushed the leather-covered bit between her teeth. When she closed down on it, it didn’t hurt her teeth. Next, he slipped the bridle over Catherine’s head. The reins he left dangling between her breasts while he adjusted the fastenings.

Okay
, NOW you look like a horse . . .

Oh
, just . . . ugh, shut it!

“
Damn, you look . . . hot,” Sir Jonathan exclaimed while flashing a lopsided grin at her. Another dip into the side drawer, and he pulled out a matching brown riding crop. “How about a little warm-up?” he teased and flicked each of her nipples with the crop.