Surreal (Divine Trilogy #3) (33 page)

“Now, close your eyes for me, pet. I am taking away your sight so that you may feel.”

She did as instructed, and he wrapped the black satin sash around her eyes, placing a kiss upon her lips when he tied it off. Settling his grip on the handle, he swatted the flogger against his own thighs a couple of times to get a feel for how it landed and to let her hear it.

Then he started low on her calves. Jayden let her get used to the sensation before he moved up to her thighs, working them until the skin that peeked out between the cords of rope turned a rosy pink. A light sheen of sweat had broken out on Jayden, and his cock was leaking. He had missed this.

Taunting, he dragged the rosebuds over the swell of her stomach, letting them tickle her. Jayden continued the light teasing over her breasts and nipples before pulling his arm back to work them over like he’d done her thighs. He used controlled swings, each one landing exactly where he wanted it to, with just the right amount of force.

After about fifteen lashes, Jayden stopped to assess her skin. Catherine’s nipples could have cut glass they’d gotten so hard, and her breasts matched her thighs with their rosy hue. Her lips were parted while she breathed in heavy pants, and Jayden was done with the flogging and ready to move on.

Wrapping his thumb and forefingers around each of her nipples, he pinched and rolled them while he spoke to her. “Did you enjoy that, Catherine?”

“Very much, Master. Your girl had forgotten how good you were at bringing her body to life. Thank you.”

“Thank you for being so perfect for me, my jewel. Are we still green? Can you handle more?”

“Aye, Master.”

“That’s my girl,” he whispered against her mouth and moved to release her from the cuffs after taking off her blindfold. He massaged her wrists where the cuffs had rubbed, easing the ache from them. “Are you ready to get off of your feet now?”

She nodded, still blinking while her eyes adjusted.

Jayden took her hand and led her to the corner of the playroom he’d kept in the dark until he was ready to reveal the other surprise he’d purchased. Keeping the light for the area off for the moment, he guided her onto the tantric chair. Though Catherine was on her back, because of the chair’s contours she was not flat, and therefore pressure was alleviated.

The Dom retrieved another of the velvety roses and an egg vibrator. In the dark, he teased her with the rose, similar to how he had upstairs at the dinner table, only this time he let the petals caress
all
of her. Catherine’s cheeks, her shoulders, breasts and nipples, and then down her arms—he spared no part of her. When he swirled it over her belly, one the babies kicked, making the rose bounce up off her stomach. She let out a soft giggle that he could never reprimand her for.

Jayden even lavished the skin of her legs with the rose, ensuring he had covered every exposed inch of her. Knowing she would still be dripping, he pushed the egg into her with no warning, earning a throaty moan from her at the intrusion. He switched it on low and set to work, starting with turning a low light on above her.

Catherine emitted the sweetest whimper of alarm when he pulled the straps up around her, making sure she was secure before activating the pulley system. At first her mouth popped open in a surprised O, but it then she got a hungry look on her face when she realized she’d been mounted into a swing.

At Dr. Ellison’s suggestion, Jayden had gotten one with additional support straps, testing it for weight by hopping into it himself when he first rigged it up. At seven months pregnant, his jewel still weighed less than he did. If the swing could hold him, then it would hold her.

Once he’d elevated her, Jayden nudged the tantric chair to the side and gave the swing a gentle push, allowing her to adjust to the floaty swaying sensation for a minute before wrapping his hands under her thighs and guiding her back to him. With the vibrator humming away inside her pussy, Jayden lined his cock up with her asshole and began inching his way inside her tight passage. Lube was not an issue due to the copious amount of her juices dripping out of her and running down her crack—they had plenty of natural lubrication.

If there was a part of their playtime that they both always enjoyed more than anything, it was anal sex. Tonight was no different. As he pushed and pulled her body with the aid of the swing, the room filled with the sounds of their low curses, rough grunts, and heavy panting.

“Please, Master.” The longing seeped out with her pleading and ignited things inside him—dark, lustful things.

“Please what, Catherine? Tell me what you need.” He snarled and pushed into her again, just to lose the feeling of the warm constriction when the momentum of the swing slid her back off of his cock. Again, he buried into her.

“Please may your girl come, Sir . . . please!” she cried out while her legs began to shake in his hold.

It was too much, and as Jayden’s balls drew up tight, his lower belly started tingling with his approaching release. He held off answering her for two more passes up and down his cock before he granted permission.

“Come with me. Now, Catherine.”

For the second time that night, she erupted in a fountain of hot spray, that time coating his torso while he emptied everything he had deep within her backside.

When he could stand up straight and breathe in a normal fashion again, he extracted his softened cock from her depths, then lowered her back down. Using a tender touch, he removed the egg and got her out of the swing. With extreme care, Jayden took to unwrapping the rope from her limbs, but he became annoyed with himself when he saw the deep impressions left on her waterlogged skin.

He needed to get her circulation moving again, so he had her get back on the tantric chair while he ran to the supply cupboard for some massage oil. Taking his time, he started at her feet and worked up the front of her body. When her front side was done, he then guided her onto first her right side, then her left, so he could get her back. By the time he had massaged all of her, his jewel had dozed off.

Jayden hated to wake her, but he couldn’t leave her there. “Catherine,” he murmured and gave her a sympathetic shake. It took saying her name three times before her green eyes blinked open and she yawned while glancing around.

“Mm . . . It wasn’t a dream.” A lazy smile matched her words, bringing a chuckle from Jayden while he offered her his hand.

“No, sweet girl, it was not. Let’s get you washed and into bed. You’ve certainly earned a good rest.” He sighed deep, knowing their scene had ended and it would be months again before they could return to this room. But he knew that when they did return, their parental status would be behind the delay, and that made it alright.

Sliding his hands behind her neck, Jayden freed the clasp on her collar. “Your servitude has been surreal, Catherine.”

She looked at him with grateful appreciation. “To serve you has been divine, Master.”

Jayden slipped the leather from her neck, laying it on the chair. He would come back and clean up tomorrow—Erin was his priority now.

A puddle of goo.

Shaking. Weak all over.
Completely
satiated.

Erin’s lower back ached while Jayden walked her upstairs toward their bedroom and the shower. After the two intense orgasms he’d drawn from her, factored with the time on her feet at the Cross, she wasn’t surprised, but no way would she dream of complaining. Erin didn’t want her husband regretting any of what they’d just shared.

The hot water felt incredible. His hands were pure heaven while he soaped her body with his loving caress. She started to turn and wrap her arms around him for a little shower snuggle, when a sharp pain shot through her belly and she winced, hunching over.

“Erin?” Concern laced his voice.

“It’s nothing, baby. I think I just turned too sharp, too fast.” Erin brushed it off as the pain receded.

They soon finished, and he helped her out. Erin stood there, sleepy and still a little delirious from their scene, while he tried to dry her off. He kept wiping at her legs and between her thighs, and she began thinking he was trying to get frisky, wanting another go.

“Jayden,” she laughed, “what are you doing? I don’t think I can handle any more right now.” The smile on her face disappeared when she looked down and took in his grave countenance while he swiped the towel between her legs again. “Jayden?”

“Erin, I can’t get your legs dry. I think you might still be coming?”

“Huh? What do you mean? Is the towel too wet to dry me off?” She
knew
she wasn’t coming.

“I don’t think that’s it, sweet girl. You just experienced two orgasms that would’ve been major for a non-pregnant woman. I think your body is still producing fluids.” Again, his uncertainty was clear.

In that moment, another sharp pain gripped Erin, causing her stomach to tighten and her lower back to feel like it was being pinched. She sucked in a breath, then let it out slow for a count of five, exhaling through her open mouth. Sensing her discomfort, Jayden spoke to Erin with a calm resonance while he convinced her to try going to bed.

“Maybe it’s just Braxton Hicks. Holly did warn us about those. Let’s go lie down for a while and see if things settle down.”

She swooned, feeling the extent of his love, while Jayden dressed her in a soft cotton nightgown, then pulled back the covers for her to crawl into bed. Erin got settled on her left side and managed to doze lightly over the next several hours. However, as the time went on, the pains got sharper—and stronger.

Erin gave up on sleep eventually, in particular as her need to pee grew. Nudging Jayden awake so he could help her, she got into an upright position. When the cool air of the room hit her warm body, her nightgown clung to her, cold. They both looked down at the same time to see that Erin was soaked.

“Did I pee the bed?”

He looked from her, to the bed, and back again before his eyes widened. “Erin, I don’t think you peed the bed, and I don’t think you’re having false contractions . . . I think it’s time.”

~*~

“Oh, good god fucking shit!” Erin screamed when the sharp pain tore through her back and wrapped around her enormous belly. How her stomach could tighten harder than a rock while the latest contraction held her in its grip was still confounding her. It wasn’t natural.

Erin had been at this for about six hours by then, and she was past ready to be done. The contractions had been sporadic but were getting more intense with each hour that passed since Jayden had driven her to the hospital in the early hours of Saturday morning.

In mad man fashion, of course—it seemed a rite of passage for new dads to get to make the maniacal drive. He’d been lucky she’d been too busy writhing in pain to smack him.

Minutes after they’d arrived, Erin had been set up in an observation room to determine if she was in labor for real, since her due date was still almost two months away. When all indications pointed to yes, Dr. Ellison had been called, and now they were waiting on her arrival.

As the pain subsided, Jayden stepped away to pick up his worn copy of
What to Expect When You’re Expecting
and started reading the chapter on labor and delivery—yet again—out loud. His dedication to learning all things ‘pregnancy’ had been endearing, but right then Erin wanted him to hold her hand and feed her ice chips. She was fucking thirsty, and the hospital sadists weren’t letting her gulp down anything.

Erin was also coming to the conclusion that she would be removing a part of her husband’s anatomy with her bare hands before this ordeal ended. For her to accomplish that, he needed to be within reach.

Once again, her belly started to tighten seconds before the agonizing heat ripped through her.

“Jayden, put that damn book down and get the fuck over here, right the fuck now!” she hissed between rapid breaths through clenched teeth.

He dropped the book and was at her side in an instant, brushing her sweaty hair back from her forehead. Common sense told the frantic woman that he was trying to appear calm and controlled, but his eyes revealed the truth. He was just as panicked as she was.

“It’s too soon,” Erin began crying into Jayden’s shoulder. “I’m supposed to have another two months. Something’s wrong, Jayden. I’m scared—” Another wave of pain jolted her, and she bit down on his shoulder . . . hard.

He yelped and pushed her off. “It’s okay, sweet girl. Dr. Ellison said this could happen, remember?” His eyes were pleading with her to calm down.

Erin could see the reason in it, she really could. But how was a woman supposed to remain calm when it felt like her body was being ripped open a little bit at a time? She was mid-curse into the next contraction when the door to the room opened and Dr. Ellison strolled in, looking like she was out for a walk in the park.

“Hey kids! How are we doing? Ready to do this?” The delight in her tone sickened Erin—
bitch was too chipper.

Holly needed to be stabbed.

With a dull spoon
.

“Um, well, we are a little concerned that it’s a bit early,” hedged Jayden.

Erin screamed through another contraction.

“And Erin is experiencing a tad bit of discomfort,” he added.

“A tad bit? A tad fucking bit, Jayden! Ya think?” she shrieked in his direction. Dr. Ellison had a cheesy grin on her face while she watched them, amused by their exchange.
Maybe that spoon would work on her eyes, too.

“Ah, come on, Erin, I thought you were into pain?” teased Dr. Ellison. “This should be a piece of cake for you. Hell, you might even enjoy it if you relax.” Holly laughed and slapped her hand against her thigh.

Lovely, I’ve got a fucking comedian for a doctor.

Jayden, always able to read her, must have sensed that Holly was walking a fine line with Erin’s nerves. “So, Dr. Ellison, is it going to be okay to let the labor continue?”

Bless him for trying to redirect the good doctor back on topic.

She squeezed his hand, hoping her momentary gratitude showed. Perhaps she’d gripped a little harder than she should have, given that he extracted his hand from hers and rubbed it.

At least Holly took the hint and got serious for a moment. “Alrighty, you two, here’s the deal. We’ve been monitoring Erin’s health closely, as you know. The babies are doing great according to the ultrasound and monitors, and they are looking to be about five pounds each right now. I dare say it’s going to be easier to let them go ahead and make their appearances sooner rather than later. They’re already larger than normal for twins at seven and a half month’s gestation. Frankly, I don’t think Erin’s tiny frame can handle them going to full term, so this could be a blessing in disguise.” She beamed at them.

Jayden and Erin sighed with relief at the same time.

“But . . .” Holly continued.

Oh, of course there’s a ‘but’
. Erin might have growled, she wasn’t sure.
It had been awhile since she’d played Domme. Maybe Holly would like to be her sub?
The image of the doctor under Erin’s flogger made her giggle, and Jayden stroked her head.

“The pediatric team is on standby and will be in the room during the delivery, ready to act if there are any problems. Understand that there is a high probability the babies will have to stay here for a week or two before you’ll be able to take them home. A precautionary measure, of course.”

Erin was taking a deep breath while she neared the end of her latest contraction.

“Ready for the good news?” Dr. Ellison paused, like she was waiting for them to get excited.

Not happening right now, bitch.

“Their size is manageable enough that unless their heart rates drop and we have to do an emergency C-section, you should have no trouble delivering these two by the end of the night, tomorrow morning at the latest . . . naturally!” Dr. Ellison clapped her hands, and one would’ve thought she’d just told them they were going to Disney World.

Oh. Fucking. Joy.

I get to push a watermelon out of my hooha . . . twice.

Yipp-fucking-ee.