A Divine Life (The Divine Trilogy) (15 page)

“Thank you, Erin. Trust me; it’s going to be so worth it.” She giggled.

“Paige, I’ve conceded to not insisting you tell me; you don’t need to tease me!” the reluctant girl mock-growled at her friend.

Laughing, Paige slipped the blindfold into place and teased some more, “No, I don’t need to, but it sure is fun!”

Catherine would have
smacked Paige, if she could have seen her. Instead, she growled again, at which Paige just laughed. She then took Catherine’s arm and guided the blindfolded woman outside.

This was not Catherine’s first time in the gardens; she’d indulged
– at Master’s insistence – with a gourmet lunch on more than one occasion when spending the day at the spa for treatments. Because of this, she knew the space was surrounded by a high privacy fence.

Stepping out, Catherine could hear muted voices a few feet away that abruptly stopped when Paige cleared her throat, alerting whomever had been talking to their presence.

“Hello again, doll,” Shawn’s warm voice greeted a now-nervous Catherine. “Thank you, Paige. That will be all.”

A moment of panic tried to overtake Catherine when Paige’s hand left her arm and she was left standing on her own. When Shawn spoke again, he was much clo
ser, and she jerked in reflex.

“Relax, Erin. We’re going to have some fun.” Faint clicks could be heard. “Pe
rfect.” Even knowing he was right there, Catherine still jumped when he put his hand on her elbow. “Alright, ready for a little photo session?”

So that explained the clicking.

He must have felt her tense. “I told you to relax, Erin. Don’t worry; I won’t even be processing the film. The memory card will go straight to your Master when he picks you up,” Shawn explained with patience. “All you have to do is follow my instructions and enjoy your moment of fame! Ready?”

“Sure, I guess.” Catherine wasn’t sure, but nothing bad had happened in her time with Shawn thus far today, so she decided to trust him. With her permission granted, he began walking Catherine forward until she felt something brush against her knees.

“That’s a hammock in front of you, doll. I’m going to help you sit in it, and then step back to get my camera. Remember, just follow my lead, and we’ll get some great shots. Won’t be hard with a beauty like you,” Shawn complimented, giving her a quick hug before guiding the submissive onto the hammock.

Catherine could feel a light breeze lifting and tossing her hair while the birds chirped in the background. Using her toes, she pushed off the ground, causing the hammock to swing a little. She let the motion affect her and tipped her head back to enjoy the sounds of nature around
her and the sun on her face.

Off to the side, the camera clicked and whirred.

In a subconscious gesture, Catherine licked her lips while the concept of what they were doing settled into her head. She could do this; she could even have fun with it.

Faint sounds could be heard while Shawn moved around her, and t
he wanton female felt the wetness starting to seep between her thighs. She leaned further back into the hammock, locking her fingers in the net to test and make sure she wasn’t going to flip herself out of it.

The snapping shutter captured her pose.

In an attempt to achieve some friction, Catherine allowed her thighs a discreet rub against each other. In such a short amount of time, she had become quite turned on, surprising herself.

That’s why you’re an exhibitionist, Erin.

“You’re doing great, doll. Now, take your hands and roam them along your body the way your Master would,” Shawn said softly.

A breath caught in her throat at his words. Could s
he do this? Of course she could—and she would for her Master. Bringing her trembling hands to her knees, she started running them up her body, feeling the skirt gather and lift as she did.

Fast and furious, the camera’s sounds broke through the chirping birds.

A hiss escaped her when her fingers came in contact with the fresh ink, and it soon turned into a needy moan. Another click told her Shawn wanted to preserve everything. Her self-perusal continued until she was cupping her breasts through the transparent material. To be naked at that moment would have been heaven.

More pictures were taken while
Catherine gave her breasts a gentle squeeze, and then took the rings between her fingers and pulled. Her wet lips fell open in a silent moan.

“That’s it, doll; let go. Enjoy that lingering touch. Tease yourself,” Shawn coaxed.

One hand kept tugging on a ring while she ran the other up over her chest to her neck, where Catherine fingered the paddle on her collar. A single click hit her ears before a momentary shift of the breeze carried that delicious musk and spice scent from earlier to Catherine’s olfactory lobe. Her heart rate picked up, and she sucked a finger into her mouth.

Shawn continued snapping the pictures and giving her verbal cues, and a
ll too soon, the breeze shifted again, taking the scent with it. Catherine missed it at once without understanding why. Taking her now-wet finger, she slipped it under her blouse and began rubbing her thick nipple.

“Work your skirt up for me further, doll. Does that finger feel good?”

“Mmhmm,” the amateur model moaned and kept rubbing her nipple, adding in a light pinch while her free hand found the bottom of the skirt. Slow and steady, she inched the material higher, exposing her pale skin.

Several more images were saved to the memory card.

“Good girl. Part your legs; let your Master see you glisten.”

Damn. For a gay man, he sure knows how to talk a girl crazy!
Catherine thought, and then she lifted one leg. With care, she found the edge of the hammock and hooked her heel in the netting before letting her knee fall out to the side.

“You’re doing wonderful. Now spread those pussy lips for your Master,” Shawn commanded; his vo
ice had taken on a deeper tenor—more powerful.

The submissive recognized his Dom persona coming forth and obeyed. With both hands, Cath
erine reached down and pulled herself open, delighting in the feel of the breeze when it blew across her exposed pussy.

The camera clicked, and she shivered at the naughtiness of it all.

Catherine was slick; so much so that she could feel the juices leaking onto her fingers. Her hips began rocking, and her body ached for something, anything to tame the fire that was building inside.

“Pinch your clit,” Shawn ordered, and she obeyed, her moan escaping on the breeze.
Another click echoed. “Pull on it while you pinch.” More clicks followed.

Harder and faster, her breaths came while she pinched and pulled as commanded. Her nipples were aching, they were so tight. Catherine was quite aware of the metal impaling them. Using her free hand to circle around her opening, she gat
hered the wetness she found there; all while the camera whirred away.

“Beautiful, doll. Keep going.”

Excitement magnified with each beat of her heart. She pushed her finger between her folds and inside while she released her clit to start rubbing slow circles around it. Breaths became gasps when Catherine slipped another finger in to join the first, and she moved her other hand in tighter circles so that she was rubbing right on top of her clit.

The camera caught every move.

Catherine’s hips rocked with more force while she worked her fingers in and out of her dripping core. Wanting more but not getting it, she broke the silence with frustrated mewls and could hear her moment being forever saved on digital film.

A calm settled over her the moment Catherine
began imagining it was her Master’s fingers expertly teasing her and working her into a frenzy. “Mmmm . . . Oh, Master,” she whisper-moaned, but her spell was disrupted by a tap on her knee.

“Here ya go, Erin; use this,” Shawn directed while he rubbed something through her folds.

Curiosity and shock won out when Catherine extracted her pruning digits to take what he was offering. When her hand wrapped around the familiar-feeling synthetic, she was pretty sure it was the mock cock, and she dripped even more. Throwing caution to the wind, she lifted her other leg and hooked her heel into the hammock, opening herself to the breeze. Catherine groaned with gusto the whole time she eased the dildo into her hungry passage.

“Fuck, that’s so hot, doll. Jayden’s gonna come when he sees these,” Shawn encouraged her while he moved about, firing off shots of her.

A loud smack echoed around her, and she thought she heard a low “Ow” from Shawn.
What the hell?
Uncertainty rising, Catherine started to close her legs when she realized they weren’t alone. Once again, she caught a fleeting whiff of that enticing scent when the breeze swirled around her, and she calmed.

“No, doll, keep them open,” Shawn barked. “You just keep working that thick cock into your wet pussy.” His tone was firm, commanding.

The submissive reacted to the order, and her knees dropped back down. At the same time, she forced the cock all the way inside in one shove. “God!” Catherine could have cried at the feeling of completion and fullness. Savoring the feel of it, Catherine dragged the toy out with almost painful slowness before slamming it back into her body. Her fingers left her clit to begin pulling on her new nipple rings again while she fucked herself with the dildo.

Birdsong carried down from the tree tops as if there was no debauchery happening right below them.

“Oh, God! Shit . . . fuck!” Catherine’s profane cries bounced amongst the trees while she came all over her hand and the dildo to the telltale click of her one-eyed witness.

“Perfect, Erin, that was just fucking perfect,” praised Shawn.

All Catherine could do was to shudder and shake while she tried to get her breathing under control. With a wet sound, the dildo slipped from her body, and she dropped it next to her on the hammock. Being careful not to rock the precarious netting, she unhooked her heels, and then lowered her feet back to the ground.

She was trembling.

“Give me your hand, doll. We’re going to move over by the tree now.”

Upright again, her skirt fell back down, and she concentrated on walking wit
hout tripping in the heels. Not seeing where she was going was getting old.

“Okay, stop. Now lift your hands. You’ll feel a branch above you; I want you to grab it with both hands.

Catherine located the branch with ease and grabbed it. It was low enough that her elbows were still bent.

“You just stay euphoric and relaxed, doll. Don’t waste that beautiful orgasm you had. I’m going to tie your hands to the branch, okay?”

Nodding her acknowledgement, the submissive didn’t fight the endorphins coursing through her system, instead choosing to revel in them.

She appreciated that Shawn was talking her through his actions. Silk rope wrapped around first one wrist, and then the other, while he secured Catherine to the branch. He stepped away.

“Struggle a little; let me check how secure they are.”

Doing as she’d been told, the now-familiar sound of the camera clicking away met her ears while she tugged and pulled against the rope.

“Lovely. Stick your ass out for your Master now, doll.”

There were more snaps and clicks while Catherine did as requested. Catherine noticed her sen
ses had sharpened: she could smell Shawn’s body wash when he came near, and she could hear him dragging something heavy across the ground.

“Erin, I’m going to lift you up onto a narrow table I’ve just brought over. It’ll be easier if you just stay limp, and let me lift and position you, okay?”

The submissive was still floating from her self-induced orgasm and gave him a single nod. The movement stirred the air just enough that Catherine caught a brief hint of that other scent that had been working its way into her mind all afternoon. All too soon, it was gone. Shawn’s warm arms surrounded her, lifting her up. She let him move her around until she was kneeling on the table.

“I’m going to slip your heels off now, Erin.”

It was sweet mercy when her feet were freed from the tight leather. She wiggled her toes and giggled when the breeze blew over them.

“Now I’m going to hike up your skirt a little, and I need you to lean back nice and easy. This is a custom-designed fuck table; you’ll find that dildo you worked yourself with is now mounted just b
ehind you.”

Her breath caught with surprise, and a new surge of need crept along her nerves, exciting every part of her body.

Catherine’s skirt slid up the back of her thighs, and Shawn’s large hands grasped her ass cheeks. He pried them apart, and she let out an involuntary flinch, given she hadn’t been expecting him to touch her that way.

“Shh, it’s all right, Erin. I’m just helping you get in place. Your Master wants photos of you bound and mounted. There we go, relax . . . don’t worry, it’s lubed so it’ll go in easy.” His voice was soft and gentle while he helped Catherine slide down onto the dildo.

A deep longing for her Master swept through her at the feeling of being filled so full with a replica of his cock. Catherine ground against the intrusion. With her arms anchored above her head, her breasts were lifted and squished together. Desire and want flooded through her, picturing how she must look displayed like this for her Master’s pleasure. If only he were there to see her for real, not just through the photographs that Shawn was taking. The camera was clicking away again.