Surreal (Divine Trilogy #3) (29 page)

“Please,” she begged in a soft whisper.

He stilled his hand and smirked at her. “Please what, slut? Tell your Master what you want.”

“Oh, god. Master, please. Please give your girl, your slut, permission to move. Permission to come . . .”

“Soon, pet,” he teased. “First, I want you to use one hand to open your cunt, then the other to pinch yourself. I want to see that clit pulled taut.”

Catherine’s hands dropped to her center and orchestrated the moves he’d just dictated.

“
Ungh
. . .fuck . . . need more please,” she begged again.

“Tsk tsk, you naughty slut. Lower yourself onto the dildo about an inch, then stop.” He waited for her to shift down before continuing with his verbal torture. “I should let you just hold this position and watch me jerk off for trying to tell me what you need.”

Her eyes widened in shock.
He wouldn’t, would he?
Not after having her tease herself with no satisfaction, no release, for the last two weeks.

She watched while his hand stroked up, twisted over the top, and then stroked back down. Twice more he went up, around, and down. When her breath caught, she was assaulted by his delicious scent.

Again he made the slow circuit while she exhaled roughly, causing her breasts to sway. At least the weights served to help ground her, sort of.

By his fifth stroke, her thighs were beginning to shake from holding the precarious position. For the first time in a while, the word ‘yellow’ whispered through her mind. Catherine’s eyes drifted closed, and she prepared to utter the word while the burn in her legs flared bright.

Her lips parted. “Yell—”

His forceful growl cut her off. “Open your eyes and drop that slick cunt all the way down right fucking now!”

At once, and with copious gratitude, she complied. “Aye,” she cried out, delighting in the feel of every ridge rubbing along her inner walls. The submissive’s eyes locked with her Master’s in a heated stare.

“Watch me, Catherine,” he demanded, and he opened a bottle of lube and drizzled a generous amount all over his cock. “Pace yourself with my hand. Let me imagine it’s your hot heat working my cock instead of my hand while I watch you ride that dildo.”

“Aye, Master.” Catherine’s breaths came fast and hard while her gaze dropped to his lap, and she waited for his hand to resume stroking his thick cock. She knew he needed to release as bad as she did. His cock was swollen and dark purple, the tip leaking profusely.

His hand moved up his shaft, and she lifted her body until the head of the dildo was resting just inside of her. The submissive watched her Master squeeze his tip and she clenched her walls to mimic him. His hand slid back down, and her body followed.

By the fourth pass of her body over the dildo, she knew she wasn’t going to be able to hold her orgasm off much longer. It had been too long, and she ached for release. The impact of the scene he’d set up for them was assaulting all of her senses, physical and mental, and it turned the desire burning through her into a raging inferno. It was time to beg.

“Oh, god. Please, Master! Please let this girl come. She needs it so bad.”

Her pussy slid down the dildo, and he stroked down to the base of his cock, then back up again before he answered. “You may come, Catherine. Try to hold it off as long as possible, until you can’t anymore. Only then are you to pull off that dildo and fill the basin with your squirt.”

That was too much, her undoing.

Just as his hand squeezed his cock, forcing more liquid to ooze from the tip, she pulled off the dildo and leaned back on her heels while a geyser of come sprayed out of her. Catherine threw her head back, screaming her pleasure while her pussy pulsated and convulsed. The sound of her come splattering against the hard plastic of the basin was obvious, slowing to a pitter-pattering like raindrops on a window while she rode through her euphoria.

She wilted. Her shoulders slumped, her hands fell to her sides, and her head rolled forward. Catherine reopened her eyes to find her Master still squeezing his very rigid cock.

“You are fucking exquisite when you fall apart, Catherine,” he purred at her.

She smiled and felt her body blush.
Really
? She could maintain her cool while she was ravaged and he uttered deliciously filthy nasty things to her, yet she blushed when he complimented her. It was laughable.

They held eye contact while he gave her a minute to calm down. “Are you ready to continue, my sweet slut?”

She nodded. “Aye, Master.”

“Good, because I have a very large problem here that needs to be addressed. Retrieve the buckwheat pillow from the head of the bed and set it next to you, then detach the dildo from the board. You’ll find that the bottom screws off. Remove the pressure ball just inside, then carefully remove the basin and pour that sweet nectar you’ve collected
into
the dildo, replace the pressure ball, and screw the base back on.” His instructions were methodical, and he waited patiently while she followed them.

Once she’d done all he’d asked, Catherine looked to him, awaiting his next command. She wasn’t sure how this set up was going to help get him off, but it wasn’t her place to question.

“Now it’s your turn to set the pace, pet. I want you to lie back and let your head hang off the end of the bed. Place the pillow over your chest; the weight should feel like my weight resting on you. Then you are going to give that dildo a blowjob. It is designed to ‘come’ with suction. I will stroke in time with you, but I won’t have that sweet honey be wasted. You are going to suck it out of that cock and swallow it all.”

Oh, fuck.

“And Catherine?”

“Aye, Master?”

“If you can make me come by the time you empty the toy, you’ll be rewarded with another orgasm.” He winked at her, and she laughed. “So glad you find me funny, Catherine. However, now is not the time for giggles. Suck that cock.”

With the dense weight of the buckwheat pressed against her breasts, she dropped her head back, elongated her throat, and slipped the cock between her lips. It was still slick from being inside of her, and she spent a couple of minutes licking it clean while she hummed, trying to work the display for all she was worth. Catherine wanted to earn the right to come again. She wrapped her lips around the head and pushed the dildo into her mouth, then down her throat.

Master let out a deep groan. “That’s my
cailin maith
. Such a good little cock whore, aren’t you?”

Catherine nodded and took the toy from her mouth, pulling it all the way out while she extended her tongue to flick at the drops of liquid seeping from the tip, before plunging it back in. She kept her eyes open while she worked the dildo in and out of her mouth, making sure to hollow her cheeks for maximum suction each time she withdrew it. Master kept his word and stroked his cock in time with her sucking. If she pulled it out and licked the dildo, he’d release his cock and trail his fingers over the taut flesh to mimic her tongue.

The submissive’s come was escaping the dildo, filling her mouth, and she moaned for Master’s benefit each time she swallowed some of it. While she sucked, licked, and swallowed, he encouraged her with erotic whispered words. She knew he was getting closer by the rapid rise and fall of his chest and the desperate way he’d begun gripping and stroking.

“Just a little more, slut, I’m so goddamned close. Suck that cock. Make me come, Catherine,” he cried out with an edge of heavy need.

Catherine made a split decision, not sure if it would work but hoping like hell that it did. She pulled the dildo out and stretched her neck back further while opening wide. With the dildo held just over her mouth, she used her free hand to apply pressure at the bottom, squeezing while sliding her hand upward. Just as the last of her juices burst from the head of the dildo into her waiting mouth, Master exploded. The submissive watched his come spray out of his cock, angling up toward his sweaty chest and stomach, in several thick spurts.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck!” he hissed while his cock continued to convulse and then began to dry shoot. His balls were completely empty, but he was still coming.

It was his turn to collapse. His head lolled against the back of his chair, and his arms hung limp at his side. Though his brown eyes were hidden behind his closed lids, he had a lazy, satisfied grin curling his lush mouth. It matched the grin Catherine felt stretching her own face.

She waited patiently for him to recover and compose himself enough to acknowledge her again. At last, he opened first one eye then the other before he managed to sit upright again. “Dammit, woman, are you trying to kill me?” Jayden groaned. “That was, just, fuck. I should threaten your ass for that little stunt at the end, but I won’t because I can’t remember the last time I came so hard that my cock dry heaved.” He laughed.

She gave him a coquettish smile. “Your girl is happy to have served your needs, Master.”

“That you have, Catherine. Without a doubt. If you can stand, I’d like you to get some water to rehydrate yourself.” Her heart thrummed at his need to take care of her.

On shaky legs, the submissive wobbled over to the mini fridge and retrieved a bottle of water, then made her way back to the markers and positioned herself. He had gotten a bottle of water and a towel by the time she returned. While she watched, he ran the towel over his tight abs, wiping away his spunk. She sipped on her water.

While he finished off the last of his water, his eyes looked over at something off the screen. “Jewel, my time is up. I need to get ready for a meeting. Before I go, you’ll find a blanket at the head of the bed. After we disconnect, you have my permission to use that dildo to fuck yourself until you come, as many times as you want—or as many times as you can manage before Matthew wakes up for a feeding.” He paused to look at her with hungry desire. “When you feel you can handle no more, I want you to just cover up with the blanket and give in to the sleep I know you’ll want. After you’ve rested, clean the playroom and then I want you to journal, in detail, what you did with your time tonight. Write down how that dildo felt, how you worked it in and out of your pussy and mouth, how many times you came. All of it, Catherine.”

Though she’d just come hard, she could feel the need building again, knowing he was giving her free reign for the rest of the evening. Catherine intended to take advantage of it. When he read this journal entry, he would be so aroused, he’d be unable to resist giving her the fucking of her life—she hoped.

“Aye, Master. Thank you.”

“I’ve set the alarm in the room, you just need to turn it on. You have an important appointment in the morning, and I don’t want you to be late. My schedule for the next week is all over the place, so I don’t know if we’ll be able to do much more than text until I can get out of here. A courier will be by the house tomorrow afternoon with instructions for our reunion next week.”

His words were making her heart ache. It was going to be a very long week if she couldn’t even hear his voice.

“Do I need to tell you to keep your hands off yourself after tonight, Catherine?”

“No, Sir. This girl is aware Dr. Ellison said there could be no sexual activity for a week after the stitches go in.” Her lip trembled a bit, the nerves kicking in.

Sensing her mood change, he softened his voice, “I’m sorry I can’t be there for this appointment. I promise I will be for all future appointments, though. We are going to do this together.”

“Thank you, Master.”

He chuckled. “Hmm, as much as I like the way that rolls from your tongue, I do believe this scene is over. I want to say goodnight to my wife. Remove your collar, Catherine.” The command was filled with a reverence, an unmistakable love.

First, she removed the cloth from about her neck, still heavy with his scent, and laid it on the bed. She was going to be putting it on her pillow while she slept. Then she undid the collar and held it in front of her while beginning their ritual closing, “To serve you has been divine, Master.”

“Your servitude, as always, has been surreal, my sweet Catherine. Thank you.”

She leaned forward, setting the collar back on the tray before kneeling in front of the table so she could get closer to the screen. His virtual fingers met hers, their fingertips appearing to touch, though neither one of them could feel it.

“I love you, Erin, with all of my heart and soul,” he whispered.

“And I love you, Jayden. I miss you so bad, baby.” She sniffled under the threat of tears.

“Shh, sweet girl. Go on now, enjoy the rest of your evening. I’ll have you in my arms in a week. Text me when you get home from your appointment, after you get the package from the courier service.”

He blew a kiss into the camera, and with a click, his image disappeared.

She slipped the weights off her nipples and laid them on the tray, then finished her water and checked the baby monitor. Content she still had time to play since soft snores were the only sound, she picked up the dildo and the scented cloth and then crawled to the head of the bed, where she leaned against the headboard and draped the cloth over her eyes. The extra length of the soft silk hung down over her aching nipples, caressing them while they pulled up tight. With a smile, she spread her legs. Replaying their scene over in her head, she managed three more orgasms before she gave in to her exhaustion and pulled the blanket over herself.