Surreal (Divine Trilogy #3) (19 page)

“Of course you do, jewel. Always my high achiever, aren’t you?”

At that, Erin stood up and reached out to help him up. “Damn straight!” she chirped. “Come on,
peata
. I need to rinse the sweat off my body, and you need to be scrubbed. Oh, and I still need to dress you for our evening . . .” Her grin was mischievous while her words trailed off.

One thought permeated Jayden’s mind.
Oh, shit. Have I created a monster?

CHAPTER 29

Going to the mini-fridge, Erin grabbed two bottles of water and a square of chocolate from the stash that was kept in there. When she returned to Jayden, unwrapping his treat, she glanced up and caught him trying not to grin.

“Something amusing you?”

He remained silent.

“Good lad. Kneel, and you may answer.”

Dropping to his knees, he responded, “No, Madame, not amused so much as
pleased
at the attention Madame is lavishing on her boy.” When he smiled, her heart melted a bit more. The man could be gorgeous and adorable at the same time.

“Open,” Erin commanded, then laid the candy on his tongue. Easing his jaw closed, she gave him a kiss. She always appreciated when Master would feed her one of the sweet treats after an intense session, especially one on the cross. Often, a person didn’t realize until later how tight their muscles had been strained in some of the positions. The chocolate was great for leveling out the endorphins and adrenaline in her system, easing her descent from subspace.

It was her turn to smirk—he was just too cute, humming in approval while the candy melted on his tongue.

The Domme passed a bottle of water to her sub. “I’m going to go prepare the bathroom for your cleanup. You have ten minutes to relax and drink all of that.” She pointed to the bottle in his hand.

“Thank you, Madame.” He untwisted the cap and took a long drink of the water, a single bead of sweat trickling along the curve of his brow.

Heading into the bathroom, she paused to set the wall timer. In nine minutes and forty-five seconds, it would signal that time was up. In the en suite, she switched on the towel warmer and added a couple of bath sheets to it. A quick look revealed nothing but her scented bath products in the shower, so she went to the supply closet in search of the all-natural soap she’d gotten him. When Erin noticed the enema supplies at the back of the cupboard, she wondered.
Do I dare?

She held a silent debate with herself. Jayden seemed to be enjoying himself so far, so the possibility was there that this wouldn’t be their last time to switch. At the same time, it could be the only time they ever did this. There was a part of her that wanted to give him a little taste of ‘all things submissive.’ For Catherine, humiliation scenes were a big part of being submissive. While she didn’t care for public humiliation so much, in private she found it humbling. A little bit of humiliation acted as a reminder that she’d given herself over to her Master—to do anything he wished.

Her rambling thoughts along with the knowledge that Sir Landon—who had a taste for his subs being prepared such—would be joining them, clinched her decision. She gathered the supplies along with the soap.

Glancing at the clock startled her into motion. Five minutes remained on Jayden’s break, with thirty minutes until Sir Landon was expected. Leaving the enema supplies next to the sink, Erin hurried to the shower, deposited the bar of soap, and turned on the water.

Moving into the playroom, Erin found him finishing the last of his water. At her arrival, Jayden redirected his attention to the ground then knelt.

She stepped up to him and ran her fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp and gripping his hair for a heartbeat. “Such a good lad, aren’t you?”
A whisper, to taunt.
Stretching her hand down, she smacked his ass and directed, “Crawl to the bathroom and bend over the counter.”

The Domme followed her pet, enjoying the sway of his tight rear end in front her. With morbid curiosity, she paid close attention to his reflection when he began to move into position over the counter.

Jayden froze, brown eyes bulging.

“Is there a problem,
peata
?” she crooned. “You may answer.”

The debate warring in his eyes was crystal clear when he shifted them from her eyes in the mirror to the supplies on the counter, and back to her. At last, he took a deep breath and answered with a quiet, “No, Madame.”
Submitting
.

Respectful of how thorough Jayden always was with her whenever they did something new that she was unsure of, Erin explained her rationale for the procedure. He listened, still and patient, while she summarized her earlier thoughts on humiliation and Landon’s preferences. By the time she’d finished, Jayden’s countenance had grown serene. “What color are we?” she asked softly.

“Green, Madame, we are green.”

“Good. Now spread your legs and bend over the counter. We need to do this quickly.”

To his credit, though he tensed when the warm rinse first began filling his backside, he relaxed soon after, thereby making the process easier. Once she’d filled his colon, she gave him permission to use the toilet, then stepped into the shower to wait for him.

When he joined her several minutes later, his red face betrayed his embarrassment. Jayden stared at the tiles on the bottom of the shower.

“Come here.” She guided him beneath the pelting spray. “You did very well,
A rúnsearc
. Let me wash you.” Taking the lush soap in hand, Erin lathered him from head to toe, rubbing in firm circles and letting her nails scrape to get all the wax off his sculpted form. The mild scent of saffron with a hint of sweet clover honey wafted up in the steam. She lifted the shower head down, and he kneeled without being asked so she could reach his hair.

Her man was luxuriating in her touch, and she understood. Erin lived for these sensual, loving moments with her Master. Jayden’s eyes slipped shut, a soft purring sound coming from him soon after, when she set about washing his hair. By the time she was ready to rinse out the frothy lather, he’d dropped his forehead against her stomach and had resumed that content humming.

Did she make noises like this, unbeknownst to her, when He worshiped her?

“All done,
peata
. Please retrieve our towels from the warmer.”

Erin stepped out of the shower after she finished rinsing off and found Jayden waiting, a towel around his waist, and holding the other one open for her. She raised her arms, and he came forward to engulf her in the warm, plush cotton. After tucking the top of the towel at her breast to lock it in place, she brushed past him with a quiet “Come” and returned to the playroom.

“Sir Landon will be here in about ten minutes. I’m going to dress you and then retire to my room to get ready.” She gathered his evening wear while she talked. “Drop the towel.” He complied, and Erin appreciated his lithe body before she approached him.

He stood still while she enclosed his neck in a leather play collar. Next was a set of beginner clamps connected by a chain, which she threaded through the D ring of his collar, before securing a claw to each of his nipples. Erin was unconcerned about leaving the clamps on him since their bite pressure was very low. She knew from experience that it would be nothing more than a tugging sensation.

Wetness gathered between her thighs when she stepped back to take in his appearance.

To place the next item, Erin had to kneel in front him. She chuckled when his semi-hard cock started to thicken in front of her face. “You’re going to want to get a handle on that. Otherwise, the next part of your outfit is going to be difficult to get on,” she stated and showed him the cock cage in her hand.

Jayden gulped, nodded, and then whispered, “Yes, Madame.”

Erin gave him a moment to collect himself. The skill was one he’d perfected in his years as a Dominant, and her arousal heightened when his erection lessened. That amount of control was commendable to her. Once Jayden was flaccid again, Erin wasted no time putting the cage in place and tightening the lock.

The first breath he inhaled was deep and shaky.

With measured steps, Erin circled him, appraising her handiwork. “Aye. This will do fine.” The tips of her fingers skimmed his caged flesh, and he hissed.

Jayden’s cock was trying to swell under her touch but couldn’t because of its confinement.

“I’m off to get ready for our dinner guest. You may go set the table and make any finishing touches on dinner. When he arrives, I expect you to answer the door on your knees.” Erin took a deliberate pause to see if he would react. Other than a slight widening of his eyes, he remained focused, so she continued. “You’re to remain on your knees from that point on until one of us tells you otherwise. Do you understand?”

“Your boy understands, Madame. May your boy ask one question?”

“Go ahead.”

“Is your boy allowed to crawl to move around or must he stay only on his knees?”

She considered his request, and knowing from experience that it was easier to crawl than attempt to “walk” on your knees, she gave him the okay to crawl. With that resolved, she departed, leaving Jayden to carry out her commands.

*~*~*

In a trance, Jayden stared after her towel-clad form while she left the room. Her hips had a gentle sway when she walked and, once again, his cock tried to stand up and take notice. Wondering which of the outfits she would choose to wear that night didn’t help his situation either. The remaining costumes in her closet wouldn’t cover near as much skin as the cat suit she’d worn the night before.

Fuck—this damn cage sucks balls.

Out of habit, Jayden went to shake his head in an effort to clear it, but the movement pulled at the chained clamps. Again, his stupid cock attempted an unsuccessful awakening. It was going to be a long night.

After spending a few minutes testing how much range of motion he had, he strode out, headed for the kitchen. With the oven set to preheat, he stirred the stew and added the quick-cooking ocean delicacies.

Gathering dishes and moving to the dining room, Jayden started to set three places, but remembered Madame’s decree for him to be on his knees until further notice. Two place settings were laid instead.

Back in the kitchen, he broiled the garlic bread and then packed the slices in a basket. While the bread toasted, Jayden had ladled the stew into a serving dish and taken it to the table. Last to be set out was the wine, and he was in the middle of uncorking it when the doorbell rang. His hands shook, and he had to be careful when setting the bottle down. Suddenly Jayden’s heart was racing, and he was starting to sweat.

Why the fuck am I nervous about this?
Could it be because he’d arranged this whole evening, so anything that happened tonight was on him?

The chiming of the doorbell a second time spurred him into action.
Can’t leave your guest waiting. That would be rude and punishable.
He smirked at the idea.

Jayden’s hand was on the doorknob when he remembered he wasn’t kneeling like she’d required.
I’m going to do this
. His body seemed to travel to the hard floor in slow motion, a myriad of revelations overtaking him while he peered down his torso to stare at his clamped nipples and caged cock.
I’m going to let Landon see me in this get-up, and it’s going to be humiliating.

There was a small click as the knob turned in his palm, and the door swung open. He backed up, dropping his eyes to the floor.

Boots tapped over the entryway while Sir Landon entered, then closed the door behind him.

Jayden waited for his friend’s laughter, for the good-hearted mocking to begin. His days training beside Landon back at Rice had never included this.

“Evenin’, Jayden. Thanks for having me.” Landon’s southern drawl was relaxed and sincere.

The submissive snapped his eyes up to look at Landon, expecting to catch a cocky grin while his friend tried to hold back laughter at Jayden’s appearance. But Landon wore a friendly smile and his blue eyes were filled with softness.

He isn’t going to laugh.

It clicked. After so many years of being a Dom, understanding and enlightenment slammed into Jayden with a vengeance.

We never laugh at our submissives. We find pleasure in them.

Any outlandish outfit or situation a Dom asked for wasn’t done with the intent to embarrass. It was done to test the limits of their submissive’s devotion. There was no greater gift to a Master than to have their submissive indulge any request with an eager
“Yes, Master.”

Or, in his case, an “Aye, Master.”

Every time Catherine submitted to him, she found her pleasure in His pleasure. There was no awkwardness or shame in any of their activities, only pride and beauty. A certainty sank into Jayden’s heart at that moment. Whatever was asked of him in the coming hours, he would do.

If she wanted him to sit in the corner and watch them fuck, he’d do it. If she asked them to take her at the same time, they’d do it. If she told Jayden to suck Landon’s cock, he’d do it. Hell, if she wanted them to read bedtime stories and drink hot cocoa with her, then that’s what he would do.

Anything she asked of him, he was going to do without hesitation. Because if this was the one time he could show her that he got it, that he understood down to his core what she gave Him every time she knelt at His feet, then he wouldn’t waste the chance.

Catherine O’Chancey had agreed to be his wife
and
lifelong submissive. For that, he would give her anything she desired, aside from his heart and soul—she already owned those.