To Serve Is Divine (9 page)

Satisfied that she was primed to maintain a perpetual rolling orgasm, Jayden removed his mouth and fingers, and without a second thought, lined up his cock with her dripping entrance – and thrust.

Oh, dear God in Heaven!
She was perfection, pure and simple.

Not wanting to come after only one push, Jayden stilled and focused on his breathing before he withdrew from her with an agonizing slowness. The way her pussy had gripped his fingers was nothing compared to the clenching his cock received as he worked his girth back into her tight passage, and he told her as much through gritted teeth.

Looking upon Catherine in the throes of ecstasy below him, Jayden was enthralled. Had he ever seen anything more beautiful? He couldn't recall. An overwhelming need to make their ‘first time’ as memorable for her as possible overtook him, and he gripped her tighter, pushed deeper into her – until he was pretty sure he was bottoming out.

Knowing the limits of his body, Jayden was quite aware when he could no longer fight back his release. Tempted to claim all of her in one go, he withdrew from her heat, and repositioned her floppy body onto her knees. Just the sight of her breathing deep, relaxing, and opening herself to him was his undoing; all thoughts of pushing into her ass vanished as his come spurted out of him coating her backside.

About an hour had passed from the time that he coaxed Catherine onto his mouth until Jayden ended the scene. He told Catherine to rest while he took a quick shower, and insisted that she drink water to replace the fluids that now soaked him and the bed.

With his shower over, Jayden woke Erin with a gentle shake when he found her dozing on the rumpled bed. In silence, he helped her out of the corset and stockings, and then guided her to the bathroom where he’d drawn a bath. She winced when she slid into the hot water – her lady-bits tender and swollen after the evening’s attentions.

Jayden noticed and made a mental note to himself that he would have to continue to go slow and ease her back into this lifestyle. His efforts would no doubt result in his own personal reward as she continued to make him proud.

The rest of Jayden and Catherine’s evening passed in peaceful chatter. Jayden washed her, and then aided her in getting out and drying off. He insisted that she lay on her belly and allow him to rub arnica cream into her backside so that its healing properties would ease any lingering discomfort. All the while, they discussed the scene; what they had liked and disliked, and Jayden encouraged Catherine to ask any further questions she might have with regards to their contract or his expectations.

In his opinion, his expectations were pretty straight forward, and even as they discussed them Jayden could see the page clearly in his mind:

Following are the guidelines which Jayden Masterson (hereafter to be referred to as ‘Sir’) expects of Catherine O’Chancey (hereafter to be referred to as ‘the submissive’):

With regards to health and well-being Sir expects the submissive to:

Get a minimum of six hours of sleep per night, though eight is preferred. If eight is not obtained, a nap should be planned for the following day. Failure to comply will result in scheduled Friday night playtime being used for early bedtime following ten spanks with the wooden aerated paddle.

Workout for at least one hour, three times a week. Failure to comply will result in Saturday afternoon free-time being spent in the lap pool and home gym at The Villa.

Eat meals which are well-balanced and proportioned with moderation. A minimum of six eight-ounce glasses of water will be consumed daily. Failure to comply will result in orgasm denial for the submissive until Sir feels she is taking appropriate care of her needs.

Keep a journal logging all of the above by the submissive to be presented to Sir each Friday night. Be respectful of Sir when journaling by capitalizing all references to Sir, including pronouns, and keeping all references to self as lower-case, including the use of i. Failure to comply will result in ten spanks with the wooden aerated paddle.

Inform Sir if the submissive is showing any signs of illness. Sir will provide medical resources.

Follow a regime of good woman’s health with regular physicals provided by an OB/Gyn of Sir’s choosing, and at his expense.

Disclose past history to Sir. As this is a special situation, Sir and the submissive will go at a slow pace. If this becomes too difficult, Sir will cover the expense of professional therapy.

With regards to grooming, Sir expects the submissive to:

Bathe daily and maintain good oral health. Sir will cover expense of dentist.

Legs and underarms are to be shaved daily.

Bikini area is to be kept trimmed neat and close unless further discussed with Sir. At a later date, Sir may insist on this area being bare.

Keep skin free of lotions and perfumes when scening.

Keep hair regularly trimmed and no shorter than shoulder length at any time.

Failure to comply with any of the above will result in five spanks with the wooden aerated paddle per instance of infraction.

With regards to appearance and playtime interaction, Sir expects the submissive to:

Be respectful with eyes down.

Follow behind Sir approximately two feet, and to the left.

Use the withdrawal walk if exiting a room still occupied by Sir.

Dress in attire selected and/or approved by Sir when at The Villa, Dungeons & Dreams, or any other location visited during agreed upon playtime.

Speak only when given permission.

Address herself in the third person.

Failure to comply with any of the above will result in a minimum of five spanks with the wooden aerated paddle, but will be adjusted depending on severity of the infraction.

Catherine confirmed her understanding of Sir’s suggestions with regards to her diet, exercise, adequate rest, and what had given her the longest pause to agree to open disclosure of her past with him.

Jayden informed her that while she was welcome to continue working for the temp agency, he wanted her to know that her submissive room at his home would be available to her at all times and not just on designated play nights. In taking on the role of her Dom, he was prepared to care for her needs — all of them.

However, Catherine explained she wasn’t prepared to give up the little piece of independence she’d gained, and was quite polite when she declined with his assurance that he wasn’t upset at her decision. Jayden emphasized that the offer would be on the table for as long as they had their arrangement should she ever change her mind.

He helped her redress and escorted her down to the lobby and to the curb where Micah stood holding the car door open for her. Jayden reluctantly helped her into the car and leaned in after her, giving his final instructions of the night.

“Micah will pick you up at five o’clock Friday evening and bring you to my home. I want you in a short skirt, no panties. On top, you are to have on a sheer blouse with a dark-colored, lace bra underneath. I want your hair off your neck and your body free of perfume or lotions as agreed. Nothing but your bath wash may be used on your skin.” The implications of his instructions were that he was going to waste no time moving ahead with her. Starting with her curiosity and need for exhibitionism even if it was just in risqué attire.

“Aye, Sir,” Catherine answered just above a whisper.

“When you arrive, Micah will escort you to my front porch where you will remove your skirt and blouse, then kneel until I come to collect you.”

She sucked in a sharp breath, and her pupils dilated.

“And Catherine,” he waited until she looked up at him, “You are not to touch yourself in a sexual manner until I tell you that you can. Until Friday, my jewel.” Jayden bowed to her, and closed the door.

~~~Chapter 7~~~

Catherine Finds Her Place

Friday arrived at last, and once again, Catherine found herself pacing and waiting for Micah. She’d considered asking Sir if it would be permissible in the future to drive herself or get a cab, but then she thought better of it. If he wanted to send a car for her that was his right. While waiting, her thoughts skimmed over the time she’d spent with him so far during the past week.

When the agency had called soon after she’d awoken Thursday morning with a position at a dental office for the rest of the week she’d jumped on it. It was basic work answering the phone and filing charts, but it would keep her busy and help the days go by faster.

That morning had found her waking up after sleeping like the dead with a slight stiffness in her jaw and thigh muscles, and sore in
other places
in the best possible way. Now that she’d experience Sir’s cock, Catherine wasn’t sure she would ever acclimate to his size; erect it was a good nine inches, if not more, but she was looking forward to trying.

Catherine had loved how silky his flesh felt in her palm when she first took him in hand, and she’d hoped he would have her display her oral skills for him. When he’d given the command, she’d sighed with happiness to be able to taste him. His flavor was unique and being so close to Sir had filled her nose with the rich experience of his musky scent.

A feeling of extreme pride in herself had bloomed while she’d reveled in his grunts and being able to bring him to completion with her mouth. Swallowing the last of his gift, Catherine had realized she could breathe. For the first time in years, she had been able to take a deep breath without it hurting.

As if that was not enough, Sir had then praised her and offered her the reward of his skilled mouth once again – she just had to grind her sex against him. Catherine had felt the shiver roll through her when he’d commanded her to mount his face. She wasn’t sure she’d like being in such a ‘top’ position. It had only taken her realizing that her Dom was offering his appreciation, and that he could place a simple, chaste kiss upon her or he could strap her to a cross and it wouldn’t matter, she’d soak in his praise and love every minute of it.

Once Catherine had willed her mind to let go and she entrusted her pleasure to Sir, the rest of the evening had been incredible . . .

“Do not make me repeat myself or regret offering you a reward, Catherine,” Sir warned her, and his warm exhale tickled her sex which was so close to his mouth. “Spread those lips and lower yourself.”

Wanting to be good for him, Catherine did as she was told with precision. Her trembling fingers reached down so she could pinch the already slippery flesh and pull herself open, exposing her depths. She still couldn’t quite bring herself to lower her body down and had been caught off guard when his large hands gripped her hips and yanked her down until she sat flush on his face.

Sir left her no time to catch her breath before his tongue probed deep and lapped from her like he was dying of thirst. Catherine’s eyes rolled back and her mouth fell open while her hips gave into instinct and began rocking. The tightening of his hold on her hips encouraged her to move faster, and soon Sir was holding his tongue stiff and still, which let her writhe on it at her own comfort.

Tightness clenched her tummy, warning her that if she wasn’t careful, she’d end up coming.

“Sir . . .” Catherine whimpered. Though, she didn’t know what she wanted to beg for.

Her plea spurred him on and his tongue began moving again, a rapid flicking across the tiny bundle of raw nerves which pulsed with her heartbeat. The sensation was too much and Catherine bucked up and fell to her side on the bed.

“You may come when you like, Catherine . . .”

Sir knelt between her legs, looking down at her with wanton desire. He grinned and licked his lips with a slowness that made her groan with an involuntary shiver. Keeping his eyes on hers he lowered his mouth back to her sex. Sir’s lips curled around her clitoris and he sucked – a gentle tug driving Catherine to madness.

Her head lolled and she clutched with desperation at the comforter while her orgasm crept closer.

When his mouth vanished and Sir’s fingers thrust into her, seeking out that magic spot with a knowing stroke, her release sprayed out of her and her nipples constricted until she feared they would pop. The electrifying gratification continued on a loop as Sir prolonged her orgasm with fingers that fucked her at a frenzied pace.

And then he was inside of her.

The abrupt feeling of being filled and the sting of being stretched caused her eyes to snap open. “Oh, God. Sir,” Catherine gasped. It was overwhelming and so very perfect. Her first orgasm, which had never exhausted itself, roared to life again and threatened to spill over with every push and pull of Sir’s satisfying momentum.

“Sweet Jesus, Catherine. You – your cunt is heaven – so small and tight,” Sir ground out.

Her chest swelled with his accolades. Spencer had only ever told her how nasty her pussy was and that it was good for nothing more than collecting his come. Sir’s tone was awestruck . . . worshiping. Encouraged by his words, she concentrated on squeezing and releasing her inner muscles, wanting to make the experience as enjoyable for him as she could.

Together their bodies became slick with her come and their sweat while their flesh slammed against each other.

Sir hooked one of her knees over his arm and opened her wider so he could push in even deeper. The head of his cock was knocking against her cervix on each inward thrust and then dragging over her tender g-spot with each withdrawal.