Surreal (Divine Trilogy #3) (2 page)

Before even entering the club, Catherine could feel the electric vibe emanating from the establishment. So much had changed in her life since the first time she’d come to Dungeons & Dreams just over a year ago that, at times, it was hard to wrap her head around it all.

Warren greeted them at the door with a grin and a loud “Hulk smash,” banging his fist against the bricks. Master laughed while the submissive kept her gaze down like she’d been instructed. However, curiosity got the better of her at the last moment. Catherine took a quick look over her shoulder when they passed to see that Warren had painted his muscular body green and was sporting a pair of ragged and torn brown pants. She stifled a giggle when he shot her a conspiratorial wink and brought his green index finger to his lips in the universal sign for silence.

Inside, Angelique Hendrix welcomed them and took their coats in her usual whimsical manner, whistling when she saw Catherine’s outfit before crying with joy when she spotted the ring. The onyx-haired beauty looked much like she usually did, although she’d played up her looks a bit more to complete the persona of a Gypsy.

The submissive waited while her Master looked her over. She hoped everything was as it should be and to his satisfaction.

“Are you comfortable, jewel? Ready to do this? Please answer.”

Catherine no longer held an ounce of shame about her body. Master had seen to that. Every scar, every imperfection, she wore them with pride now as part of who she was. Her Dominant had worked long and hard to help her get to a place in her mind where she accepted this as truth.

She couldn’t wait to go through the interior doors and find their friends. “Aye, Master. This girl is ready to have some fun.”

“Well then, by all means, let’s have some fun.” He pushed the door open, tugged on her leash, and passed through into the darkened club.

Eager, the submissive followed her Dom while he moved forward with caution, which allowed their eyes time to adjust. There was no doubt they were at a Halloween party. The speakers overhead belted out
Monster Mash
. Before lowering her eyes, she took in the spider webs that were draped across the human-sized bird cages, and skeletons made use of the manacles mounted to the cinder block walls. Bowls of candy, popcorn, and assorted nuts sat atop the tables amongst goblets of blood-red punch.

Catherine knew the punch was non-alcoholic. The safe and sane part of their Lifestyle wasn’t possible when alcohol was involved. While Master shared a glass of wine with her on occasion, it was rare and never more than a single glass.

The submissive viewed what she could from beneath her downcast lids while they traversed the room. Her heel-clad feet were hidden in the swirl of fog creeping across the floor. She was pretty sure Master was walking her around the perimeter, taking his sweet time to show her off to all in attendance, and Catherine loved it. Her body ignited at the daring of it all.

Quiet words of appreciation for the art adorning her flesh were whispered, making her stand taller and prouder. The movement forced her breasts to press against the chain, and the admiring whisperers shifted the focus of their praise. Master paused in their journey to chat with some of the members, giving credit to Sirs Shawn and Landon for their contributions to her new look.

“Did I hear my name?”

Catherine smiled when she heard Sir Landon’s familiar voice. That meant Paige couldn’t be too far away.

“Landon, my friend. We were just making our way to the table,” Master proclaimed.

Sir Landon’s carefree chuckle rolled around them. “I noticed you were taking the long way.”

“What can I say? If wanting to show off my beautiful woman is a crime, then I’m guilty. Lock me up and throw away the key.”

Her insides warmed at his words, and she hummed with contentment when he pulled her leash taut, bringing her face near to his so he could claim her in front of their audience with a searing kiss. When he released her, leaving her dizzy, she was grateful he was still close. She might have fallen to the floor otherwise. As it was, Catherine had to rest her hand on his forearm for a moment to steady herself.

His brown eyes shot up in surprise at the contact, and then softened when he took in her flustered state. “Oh, my wanton little slut. If you swoon so easily at a kiss, I fear I may break you before the night ends.” His smile was wicked.

Catherine’s body clenched at the promise his words held, and she was she unable to refrain from letting a small moan slip out. The plug sat heavy in her backside while her dress gripped her body with just enough pressure to help her hold herself together. However, the submissive was unsure how much longer she could stand to wait.

A lone finger met the underside of her chin, and with a gentle pressure, Master tipped her head up. Their noses touching and eyes fixed on one another, he murmured against her lips, “I love you.”

The pure heat of the moment was too much, and her body shuddered, racked with the smallest of orgasms. Catherine’s lips parted, and her eyes grew wide at the same time as Master’s.

“Did you just—”

“This girl is so very sorry, Master. She’s never done that before,” she blurted out. The submissive felt shame at the lack of control of her body.
How could she have come with nothing but words and a look?

“And now you are speaking out of turn. My my, Catherine. Whatever will I do with you?”

She kept her mouth closed and lowered her eyes back down out of respect.

“Aw, Jayden. Give her a break. It’s a pretty special bond that can result in a hands-free freebie, ya know what I mean? Come on. Paige has been chomping at the bit all day for this. Best not keep her waiting anymore.”

Master tapped beneath Catherine’s chin and she peeked up, the movement reluctant. She’d made a newbie mistake and quite possibly ruined his plans for the evening because of it.

“Don’t fret, sweet girl. Landon is correct, and I’ll let you have that one. Besides, all that did was release the tiniest amount of pressure. You’ve got more, so much more, for me to draw from your willing body.” His fingers had gripped her piercings, and while he drew out the words, he elongated her nipples.

Relief, adoration, and desire for her Master coursed through Catherine, his words washing away her worries. When he began walking once more, she fell into step behind him, the festive mood returning.

*~*~*

Jayden moved through the crowd, beaming each time he heard another compliment for his jewel. He was grateful for the excuse to stop and chat so that he could discreetly shift his junk. His cock wasn’t letting up. It kept demanding attention. The pressure was intense, but he welcomed the building need that pushed him deeper into his Dominant persona.

The club had a great turnout for the evening. Due to the tight press of bodies around them, keeping up with Landon proved a bit difficult while they moved around the edge of the dance floor. After few minutes, they reached a cordoned-off area with a large table surrounded by wide, comfortable looking chairs. As a board member, Jayden was entitled to a few club perks, and VIP seating during events was one of them.

Momentary
déjà vu
crept over him while he took in the assembled group. Six weeks ago, he’d called on his friends to assist with Catherine. Back then, his stomach had curled in on itself at the idea of what he had to propose. Now the sight of his friends brought nothing but delight, and even some enlightenment.

The first thing to catch his eye was his secretary, Samantha. Looking at her now, it was clear why they’d never been a suitable match.

She was dressed in white satin trimmed with pink lace, a baby doll nightie with matching ruffled . . .
knickers
was the word that popped into his head. Her blonde hair was divided into pigtails, and a cock-shaped pacifier hung about her neck from a pink ribbon. His secretary was a
little
—a submissive who acted like a little girl and who would please her Daddy in return for the loving guidance and discipline that only a Daddy Dom could give. Sitting on Ryan Bishop’s lap while she nestled into the crook of his neck, Samantha looked content.

Jayden shared a nod with Ryan, smiled at Samantha, and then moved his attention to the next couple at the table. “Jonathan, so glad you could make it out tonight.” He extended his hand, and Jon stood up from his seat to take it. There was a coiled whip hanging from his hip and a Stetson perched atop his head. Spurred boots and leather chaps completed the picture, although the loin cloth Jon sported in favor of jeans may have done the trick, too.

“So are we, Jayden. I didn’t get a chance last time we were here, but I’d like to introduce you to my sub, Kelly.”

Following his friend’s line of sight, Jayden recognized the pretty blonde from the whipping demo, and he grinned at the leather enclosure on her neck. “You old dog! I didn’t realize that you’d finally settled down and collared yourself a sub. She is collared, right?”

Tossing his head back to laugh, Jonathan’s blue eyes sparkled under the dim lighting. “Yeah. Kelly has been amazing about keeping up with my travel schedule and always at the ready when I need her, so I decided to make it official. Teaching a whipping class is so much easier when you have a sub who trusts without question. The clubs never have a problem setting me up with a female willing to feel my sting, but it’s just not the same, you know?”

Before responding, Jayden looked Kelly over. Her neck wasn’t the only thing with leather on it. Her arms and legs were encased in a sleek black material, vinyl or latex, with metal horseshoes affixed over the palms and feet, and the bit that sat between her teeth was attached to reins draped over her shoulders. Around her midsection was a wide strap, suggesting a saddle. The piece de resistance, a long, luxurious, white tail, protruded from her backside.

Impressed, he turned back to Jonathan, “She’s a fine specimen, that’s for sure. May I?” Jayden nodded in Kelly’s direction.

“Sure thing, Jay.”

“It’s lovely to meet you, Kelly. Welcome to Dallas, I hope you’ll enjoy your time here.” When she turned her wide, round, brown eyes up at him and neighed, it was slightly unnerving. He smiled and tugged at Catherine’s leash, pulling her forward to make introductions. “Jonathan, you remember my Catherine?”

“Like I could forget your filly.”

Catherine’s breath caught when Jonathan fingered his whip and tipped his head at her with an eager gleam in his eye.
Jeez, he really couldn’t wait to get lessons going.

“How are you this evening, Catherine?” Jonathan asked.

“This girl is well. Thank you for asking, Sir,” she replied after getting Master’s approval to speak.

Jayden had just begun introducing Kelly to his jewel when a boisterous “Ahoy!” sounded from behind them. He turned around with a big grin plastered on his face. Shawn Carpenter, his favorite artist, was decked out like a rogue sea-captain, unruly black curls perfecting the pirate costume.

Standing next to Shawn, Micah was an exercise in humiliation. He looked like he’d just stepped out of the pages of
Treasure Island
. The pride glowing from Micah’s facial expressions told Jayden he was enjoying every second of it, though. A too-small red and white striped shirt molded against Micah’s lean torso and had holes cut out for his perky nipples. Fitted trousers left no question as to what a lush ass Jayden’s chauffeur possessed—round, firm, and tight. The ‘cabin boy’ had his light-colored hair tied back with a black scarf, which allowed Jayden to spot the new gold hoops adorning Micah’s ears.

“Love the costumes, Shawn. Glad to see you two hitting it off so well, and Micah, well, he looks the part to a tee.”

Shawn let out a low whistle, his eyes raking over Jayden and his pet in response. “Not looking too bad yourselves, hot stuff.”

An urge to clarify that Catherine was His washed over him, and Jayden pulled her in close, causing her to stumble in her heels. Her palm came up to caress his neck, and they looked at Shawn together.

“You two are a sexy sight for sore eyes. Damn fine, indeed. Come here, doll, and let me see how that ink healed.”

Shawn’s request drew the attention of their group, in addition to a few other club goers around them, so Jayden decided to have some fun. “Yes, slut, let everyone see your ink. Get up on the table and kneel.” He unclipped the leash and gave her ass a firm swat, smiling at the clink of metal on metal when her dress pressed into the plug.

“Aye, Master.” She wouldn’t dream of hesitating. Pride swelled within him, among other things, while he watched her take her place.

He shook his head when she waved at Paige and mouthed “Hi.” Jayden’s attempt to narrow his eyes and glare at Paige went belly up when Landon started laughing at all of them.

Everyone took turns getting up close so they could admire the detail in Shawn’s work. Once people’s curiosity was satisfied, Jayden helped her back down, and they took their seats. Well, he took a seat. His slut stood beside him so that he could stroke her flesh whenever the mood struck while the evening progressed.

Catherine could smell herself and could feel the slipperiness of her thighs each time her stance shifted. If Master’s occasional smirks were anything to go by, he could smell her, too, and that excited her further.

The evening had gone forward without incident. In sporadic bursts, people stopped by their table to exchange the usual “Hi, how are you?” but for the most part, their little group was left to themselves. They visited amongst each other, catching up on the goings on in their lives. Catherine remained by her Master. Paige knelt next to Sir Landon, Samantha sat in Sir Ryan’s lap sucking her binky, and Kelly stood beside Sir Jonathan, pawing her hoof on the floor, tossing her blonde hair, and whinnying on occasion.

Micah had accompanied Sir Shawn, and he seemed awestruck. All the times he’d driven Master’s car to this very club, yet he’d never been
inside
D&D. This was his first time, and remembering how much there was to take in, she knew it was pretty amazing.

“What do you think, slut? Shall we have a small play?”

The words, said strong and clear, pulled Catherine’s attention back to her Master. She’d been letting her gaze wander the club to soak in the sights all around her. “Aye, Master, if you wish.” Distracted, she didn’t know what she had just agreed to, not that it mattered in particular. Master had said the magic word—play. After almost two hours of teasing touches and firm pinches, she was more than ready for some relief.

Catherine waited while the crowd at the table all stood and said their farewells. Sir Shawn and Micah were the first to depart, followed by Sir Jonathan and Kelly, after Master had confirmed their first session the following week. Soon four remained—Catherine and her Master, along with Sir Landon and Paige.

At the sound of a tiny excited whimper, Catherine darted her eyes over to Paige, who was grinning ear-to-ear. Sir Landon winked at her before turning to leave, and Catherine felt her heart rate spike when her leash was clipped into place.

Master led, and she followed. She’d follow him anywhere.

Making their way deeper into the darkened club, Catherine’s curiosity built. The submissive’s inner whore was plumping her boobs and pinching her ass to make it pretty and pink.

Though she’d been but a few feet away from Paige for the last few hours, Catherine hadn’t been able to take in her friend’s costume, or Sir Landon’s for that matter. She’d been too distracted—no, too focused on Master’s taunting strokes that sent fire coursing over her skin to settle in the simmering pit of her stomach—to notice the couple.

Ahead of her, Paige sashayed, her fluffy, sky-blue skirt sitting high on her creamy thighs. Her usual long, blonde waves were tucked neatly away in a white bonnet, leaving her tanned shoulders and upper back on display. She had a slender waist anyway, but tonight it was made tinier, cinched inside a white corset edged with sky-blue lace. The girl pulled off a not-so-innocent dairy maid with ease, in particular when her Master marched in front of her, his long, muscled limbs covered in nothing but a loose pair of coveralls and a straw hat perched on his wavy blond locks.

While they walked, Catherine’s mind raced with the possibilities of what the men had planned for them. She and Paige had gotten together a few times in the weeks following the amazing proposal weekend Master had arranged. She and her new friend had done lunch, gone shopping, and even taken to getting their pussies waxed together. Since Paige worked at Silver Spurs, it was easy for her to squeeze Erin in with her whenever she did a lunch waxing. The two girls had formed a fast friendship; one that went deeper than most, given the intimate circumstances of their meeting and their Lifestyle.

On more than one occasion, their conversations had drifted to the topic of a shared play session. With tact, Paige had answered any questions Catherine had regarding scenes she’d done with the men. In return for her friend’s honesty, Catherine had fought down any jealousy. She knew her Master, her Jayden, had not been with anyone besides her since putting the black diamond on her finger. She couldn’t hold him accountable for actions performed in his past before her.

Besides, the talks with Paige had a tendency to leave her rather horny, and she’d admitted as much in her journaling, which brought her to now—she knew
they
knew what the submissive and her friend had discussed.

When the small group reached a private room at the back of the club, Steven unlocked and opened the door, then passed the key to Sir Landon once the group had entered.

Catherine felt her pulse thundering in her head and in her tight nipples. The door closed, the lock clicked into place, and a throat cleared.

“I’d wager you girls have had your share of ‘tricking’ this evening?”

When she turned her head toward the sound of Sir Landon’s voice, she found he had a dimpled grin and a cocked eyebrow in place. Cutting her eyes to Paige, who had turned toward his voice also, Catherine gasped.

The front of her friend’s corset scooped down beneath her breasts, putting them on display. But what had drawn the sound from Catherine’s lips was the sight of glass suction tubes attached to Paige’s nipples—the short, clear cylinders half-filled with pink flesh.

Master spoke, “Yes, I do believe it’s now time for some ‘treating’.”

Catherine and Paige’s eyes met next, and they both grinned before replying in tandem: “If it pleases you.”

Shaking his head in an attempt to hide his mirth, Master unclipped Catherine’s leash and gave her instructions to strip. At the same time she was being seen to, Sir Landon was freeing Paige from the tubes and undressing her.

Catherine’s body buzzed with erratic energy while the submissive waited for what would come next. The plug sat heavy in her ass, and she wiggled against it, feeling the wetness in her center grow with her excitement.

“Slut, see to Paige’s nipples. They need soothing.” With Master’s first command, the scene began.

She went to her friend, eager to suckle the elongated nipples being offered to her. Her tongue swirled around and gathered the pliable flesh before drawing it in between her lips and sucking. The aroused submissive was getting into a rhythm and giving herself an inner high-five at Paige’s whimpers, when a breath whispered across the shell of her ear—hot and lusty.

“Is my pet enjoying herself?”

A tiny moan slipped out, and Catherine had to use her teeth to hold the flesh in her mouth while she mumbled around it. “Aye.”

She shrieked, dropping the swollen bud in surprise when heat bloomed in her ass.

“Aye what, slut?” He grabbed her chin, forcing the submissive to look her Master in the eye.

“Aye, Master.” The words were breathy, disjointed, because his free hand had sneaked around to start working the anal plug free of her body with slow tugs and gentle reinsertions.

“Show me,
cailin maith
.”

Obediently, with the desire to please guiding her, she dropped her hand down to seek out the damp cleft where her legs connected to her torso. Off to the side, Catherine was aware of Sir Landon’s voice, but his words were unrecognizable. She’d lost the ability to think with any clarity due to the incoming onslaught of sensations. Paige’s soft lips were on her left breast, two of her own fingers were up inside her pussy, and then Master extracted the plug the exact moment he pressed his mouth to hers.

With a whimper, she drew her sticky fingers free of her body and brought them up to display, spreading them nice and slow so the evidence of her arousal stretched and glistened between the digits. A snapping lid echoed in the air, and Catherine wrenched herself away from her Dom to inhale a jagged breath when cold liquid began to coat her stretched rear passage.

Dark brown eyes stared back when she raised her face at Master’s whispered request. He didn’t blink or break their stare when he wrapped his lips around her fingers, compressed them with his tongue, and sucked. Her own eyes fluttered closed at the intensity, and once again, she was caught unaware when Sir Landon spoke near her neck—just before he applied firm pressure against the column of her throat with his teeth.

“I’m almost jealous that your Master will be fucking that pretty ass of yours.
Almost
, but it’s going to be amazing feeling my yella rose coming on me while you feast on her little pussy.”

And just like that, Catherine’s body shuddered with her second unauthorized orgasm of the night. Although it was a tiny one, she still had not asked permission.

Everyone froze, and the submissive held her breath.