A Divine Life (The Divine Trilogy) (25 page)

A Divine Life

D
inner had been
delicious. Jillian was a fantastic cook, and Erin was planning to get together with her to learn some of Jayden’s favorites. She’d promised to call Jillian in the coming week to set up their next visit. Woody was going to start working on the Masterson’s ranch, and therefore would be staying in Texas, so they’d have plenty of time for catching up. Everyone seemed to understand that Jayden and Erin were celebrating something special and needed privacy.

Both Jayden and Erin had spent most of the night blushing the color of tomatoes while their parents took turns regaling the group with childhood stories. They’d learned some very interesting things about each other’s younger years over the course of the evening.

Erin’s Da had sat next to her and reached out to touch her throughout dinner: patting her hand and squeezing her shoulder. She guessed that he was just assuring himself that she was real, and she felt bad that she hadn’t tried to contact him herself. Jayden couldn’t have touched her heart any deeper than he had with this gesture. He’d given Erin her daddy back.

The evening had been long and tiring, but Erin had loved every minute of it. Sad though it was, the time had come for them to gather at the front door and say their goodbyes. Jayden closed the door and turned around to face her. “Just what are you so happy about?” He quirked his eyebrow at her playfully.

On impulse, she threw her arms in the air and started spinning around. “Everything!” Her eyes clenched tight, Erin smelled his cologne when he scooped her up in his arms and continued spinning her around. He slowed down and set Erin on her slippered feet, keeping a grip on her so she didn’t fall from the dizziness.

Raising her eyes up to meet his dark brown ones, the dizziness morphed into longing and need. His lips were on hers in a matter of seconds. They teased, licked, and kissed for several minutes, e
njoying the peaceful bubble around them.

“You promise you’re happy right now?” Jayden whispered while resting his forehead against hers.

She nuzzled her nose against his chin. “Very,” she whispered back.

“Mm,” he moaned when her nuzzling turned into nips along his jaw. “I hope you aren’t too tired for one more surprise, sweet girl.” His eyes twinkled.

Erin faked a big stretch and yawn and tried to put on a bored face. “I guess I can handle one more, if I must.” She sighed.

“Well, I wouldn’t want to put you out or anything,” he grumbled with mock di
sdain.

“Please, Jayden.”
Erin bounced in place to show her excitement. “I can’t imagine what more you could surprise me with, but I can’t wait!” The bouncing had jarred her bladder, and she stopped her movements. “But I have to pee first!” she blurted before running off to the bathroom. His answering laughter followed her, not cutting off until she closed the door.

When she came back out a few minutes later, Jayden was gone. Erin walked around, poking her head into the living room, the dining room, and then the kitchen.

“Jayden?” she called out. There was no answer.

Since she was in the kitchen, Erin opted to get a glass of water and wait for Jayden to come back, assuming he’d ducked into one of the other bathrooms as well. Sipping the water, she turned her attention to the picture window overlooking the backyard. It was dark, the sun having set about an hour before, but there was a soft flickering glow off in the distance. Curious, she called out to Jayden one more time, and when met with silence, she put her glass down and headed t
oward the French doors that led out back. Her eyes were focused on the far away glow when her hand reached for the doorknob.

A sharp sting radiated up through her finger, and Erin looked down to see that she’d grabbed a single rose, which had been attached to the handle. Using care, she collected the flower and n
oticed the door was also ajar. Erin lifted the red bloom to her nose and inhaled its light fragrance while stepping into the night. Thanks to the full moon, it was brighter than she would have expected.

On the wooden patio table, she could see another single red rose lying across its surface. Erin picked that up also, and then looked around. “Jayden?” she called out again. A few more steps fo
rward brought her to the edge of the wide wraparound porch. She glanced down to watch her footing while she descended, and she found another rose lying across the step. When she stooped to pick it up, she noticed the trail: red roses had been tossed every couple of feet to make a path across the grass.

Erin felt her heart flutter, and her excitement level spiked. She didn’t know what he was up to; but his games were always fun, and she was ready to play.

Heading off along the trail, she made sure to pick up each rose she came across. The path wound around the pool, which was filled with floating tea lights. The candle’s presence explained the flickering glow she’d noticed from the window. It was a mesmerizing sight, and she paused to appreciate it and wonder how he’d set this all up so fast. Then she recalled Jillian informing Jayden that everything was good to go. She’d blown off the comment at the time, not understanding its significance. His mother must be in on whatever Jayden was up to.

While she studied the pool, romantic music began floating on the air. Erin glanced around, trying to decide from which direction it was coming. Beyond the pool and deck, the trees thickened, and the yard was pitch black. She clutched the dozen roses she’d gathered against her chest and peered into the dar
kness.

“Jayden!” Erin called. “Are you out here?”

Light exploded before her eyes. Erin blinked rapidly while they adjusted. Then her vision came into focus on a gazebo covered in tiny twinkling lights about ten feet away. Standing on the steps and leaning against the rail, was Jayden, and the look on his face was smoldering.

His rich voice extended across the distance between them, wrapping around her and enfolding her in pure desire. “May I please have this dance, my beautiful Erin?” He held out a single rose t
oward her.

Somehow, her feet cooperated before her mind could catch up, carrying her forward to him—to her love. He brought her to a halt at the bottom of the gazebo steps by extending the rose to touch her forehead. Her eyes drifted closed when he began to stroke the satin petals across her face. C
aressing the side of her jaw, he let the flower curve under her chin, coaxing her head up with light strokes of the bloom. She lifted her face in response and opened her eyes when she felt his breath on her.

Jayden’s face was mere inches away, and his lips hovered over Erin’s lips. He closed the di
stance, and time froze while she was kissed with absolute thoroughness. When they had to part to allow in fresh air, she realized Jayden had moved them up into the gazebo, and that they were dancing.

One song faded into another while he continued gliding Erin back and forth in slow circles. Erin had never learned to dance, but with Jayden leading, it was effortless. He twirled her around and around until they made their way to the far side of the gazebo. Jayden stilled their m
otions in front of a table set with an empty vase, a bottle of wine in an ice bucket, two crystal glasses, and a flat, long box embossed with a fine jeweler’s logo.
Her new collar?

Erin was speechless while he took the roses from her arms and deposited them into the vase, where they fanned out to fill the space. Then he lifted the bottle from the bucket; Erin was awed to discover that he’d remembered her preference after all that time. He filled the glasses and returned the bottle to the ice. Lifting the glasses, Jayden offered one to her. “Ice wine, sweet girl?”

She continued to gape at him. He was pulling out all the stops to replace her collar, and her mind was buzzing.

“I do believe I owe you this. If memory serves me right, I didn’t allow you to enjoy your glass the night we met.” His smile was soft and loving.

Erin took the glass and raised it to her nose to inhale the sweet fragrance. “Why, Mr. Masterson, are you trying to get me drunk so you can have your wicked way with me?” she asked, playing coy.

His answering smirk should’ve been illegal for the havoc it wreaked upon her body. “Why, Ms. O’Chancey, you know I can have my wicked way with you any time I want.”

Erin gulped.

“However, my intentions are nothing but honest, Ms. O’Chancey.” He lifted the box from the t
able and knelt before Erin.

What was he doing? Oh, God. Oh, God!
Erin held her breath while he lifted those chocolate eyes to hers.

“Catherine Eilene O’Chancey, your servitude has been the most surreal experience in my exis
tence, but it is nothing compared to the depth of love that has blossomed in my heart for you. It would be a great honor if you would agree to stay at my side for the rest of our lives.” His eyes held a pleading look while he lifted the lid of the box.

Sitting in the middle of the jeweler’s box was a square-cut, black diamond in a plat
inum setting. The upper part of the band that held the stone had been crafted into Celtic eternity knots. Jayden lifted the ring out of its velvet nest, setting the box on the table. Taking her hand in his, he positioned the exquisite piece of jewelry at the end of her left ring finger.

“Before you answer, let me explain that I want both lives with you. I want Cath
erine to kneel at my feet, and I need Erin to sleep in my arms. Tell me if I’m wrong, but I believe that much like I need to dominate, your submissive nature won’t be ignored. I want to nurture your strength and independence, Erin. The Dom in me is willing to share the helm with the man that wants to be your partner.
A rúnsearc,
will you marry me?”

She still hadn’t taken a breath, but she did now: a deep, shaky breath that stuttered with her e
rratic heartbeat.

“Catherine, Erin, please say you will accept this token as a symbol our unbreakable bond, not only as Master and submissive, but also soul mates and lo
vers.”

A lone tear fell free and trickled down her cheek. “Jayden, to serve you has always been divine, but to be your wife would be the greatest pleasure I could ever know. Aye, I will marry you!”

Jayden slid the eternity diamond onto her finger before rising and scooping her up in his arms, heading for the house—and the bedroom.

The ice wine was left untouched.

~
FIN~

Book Three of

The Divine Trilogy

CHAPTER ONE

N
ew age music
reverberated around Catherine and her Master. The sound blended with the submissive’s soft echoing moans while Master teased her flesh with a Wartenberg wheel.

He’d turned the thermostat down
so that the playroom was frigid—to Catherine, at least. The woman didn’t have a stitch of material to cover her body, and her Master was playing mind games with her with his attire, which was tight, leather, and black. Just the sight of him had started the boiling heat within her. Combating that warmth was the cool air, which drew her nipples into hardened buds, making Catherine more than aware of the metal that pierced them. The inconspicuous wheel rolling over her tender flesh soon became maddening.

Master had left her eyes uncovered, explaining while he’d bound her legs to the spreader bar and her wrists to the fur-lined cuffs dangling from the ceiling, that he wanted his
slut to see everything tonight.

Catherine’s eyes were wide open, watching him move around her. He was bringing her skin to sizzling life with the cat o’ nine tails. Sir Jonathan had suggested it as an i
nterim tool until the couple could begin their private lessons with him. Wielded much like a flogger, it delivered the stinging bite of a whip, and as such, was a perfect beginning compromise for the submissive and her Master.

The coolness of the room had been forgotten by the needy woman almost as soon as Master had started flailing her. Delivered with a steady, controlled hand, the leather
thwapping
against her skin warmed it so that the cold air became a welcome thing, keeping her balanced and comfortable. Master had not taken up the wheel until her whole body was striped pink and white, with the exception of her breasts—they’d been spared, and ached because of it.

Bound and spread for her Master’s pleasure, Catherine had kept her eyes lowered until he told her to do otherwise. When she raised her emerald orbs at his command, she’d found him mere inches away, his own brown eyes dark with desire. She didn’t dream of resisting when he pressed his lips to hers; she welcomed him in, crying out in surprise when he ran the spiked wheel over her ni
pple the first time.

Another twenty minutes passed in which he teased her breasts with the little wheel. She conti
nued to assure him that she was “green,” still eager and enjoying herself. Master was being cautious of her healing nipples, and for that she was grateful. Yet, part of her wanted to ask him for more. Her nipples throbbed, desiring to be pulled and twisted despite the low, constant ache that had been with her since Sir Landon had run the cold steel through them a few weeks before.

“There. I think you are prepared.” Master’s strong hands stroked her flesh with a tende
rness that made goose bumps erupt up and down Catherine’s arms and legs. Slipping his fingers inside her slick folds, he filled her, creating a firm pressure, and then stilled and continued, “Always so wet and willing for my touch—my whims. You’re a good little slut, aren’t you?”

Catherine had enough of her wits about her to not fall for his trick. She’d not been given permi
ssion to speak; therefore, she didn’t. However, the submissive didn’t fight the lustful moan that slipped from her lips when Master dragged his fingers from her heat with an agonizing slowness, just to cram them back into her.

Bestowing a proud smile on Catherine, Master kissed her rough and quick. “Yes, you are, my
cailin maith.
As much as I would love to fill that cunt with my cock, we would both come too soon, and that would ruin my plans for later.”

The submissive whimpered when her Master took his touch away, leaving her bereft and wan
ting. Her heart jumped at the new endearment he’d taken to using. She loved being his “good girl.” Every part of her felt alive and alert for any bit of friction she could get. Catherine fought the urge to plead for an orgasm, savoring his gentle attentions instead while he undid her cuffs. He rubbed each of her wrists and ankles when the restraints came off.

“Your costume for tonight is hanging in the en suite. You have twenty minutes to freshen up, dress, and meet me in the foyer. Do not touch that pussy. I assure you, Catherine, that if you wash away the essence I worked so hard to get out of you, you will not enjoy the punishment. Do you u
nderstand? You may speak.”

“Aye, Master.”

Master beamed at her, and she straightened her posture. There wasn’t much room to adjust, but Catherine relished giving him the closest thing to perfection as she was capable. With a searing kiss that left her lips puffy, he exited the room in a cloud of commanding confidence.

Catherine was slick and breathless upon his departure. She allowed herself a few moments to calm her breathing and center her focus before following him out of the playroom. Curiosity drew her toward the submissive’s room. They’d discussed costumes for Dungeon and Dreams’ Halloween bash just once; Catherine had told him that she trusted his decision and would wear anything he chose with pride.

Now she was giddy with anticipation, wondering what he might have selected. Would he have her in something cute and frilly, or would he be the stereotypical male who preferred the risqué: naughty nurse, French maid, school girl—the possibilities were endless.

Arriving at the bedroom door, she paused, fingering the black diamond adorning her left hand. No matter what he’d chosen, she knew she could pull it off if Master believed she could. He would never humiliate her more than she was comfortable with. With that thought, Catherine turned the knob and walked into the room.

Waiting on the bed were two things, and both were made of metal.

XXX

A little bit
nervous and a whole lot excited, Jayden paced the foyer. He couldn’t wait to see Catherine on display for him. Any normal person might think it madness that Jayden wanted to take his jewel out into a public setting in so little, but it was pride that drove the Dom, not insanity.

His close friends knew of Catherine’s latest body modifications, but this would be the first time the couple had gone to the club since they had been done. What better way to show them off than to put her on display in a “cage” with himself as the “jailer”? Jayden had known his black leat
her outfit would arouse his slut, hence the reason he’d worn it to play with her, preparing her to wear the custom-made dress.

A telltale clack of heels prompted him to move to the foot of the stairs. He looked up, fixing his stare on Catherine while she descended.
Perhaps the outfit was a bad idea after all,
he thought with amusement while taking her in. So seductive was she that Jayden wanted to ravage her right then and there, and he had the sudden feeling that the night was going to be a long one.

Catherine’s small feet were enclosed in black, patent leather stilettos. When she reached the landing and spun for him, he could see the chain-work that ran up the back of the heel. He allowed his eyes to follow the curve of her strong calf and continue up her body. Held up by spaghetti straps, there wasn’t much to the dress; lightweight lengths of chain had been welded together to weave the garment, which hung to her mid-thigh. Approximate two-inch spaces between each length left not
hing to the imagination. Her tattoo was on full display, as were her emerald J’s and smooth cunt. As she twirled, the light from the overhead chandelier refracted off her black diamond.

“You look amazing, j
ewel. Please kneel.”

Without a word, Catherine took her place at his feet, her arms locking behind her back in perfect position. Jayden took the collar from his pocket and leaned forward. “Your servitude is surreal, Cat
herine,” he murmured while buckling her leather play collar around her neck. “You may speak.”

“To serve you is always divine, Master.”

He smiled. “I expect that you will be on your best behavior tonight, slut. You will speak only when given permission, and I don’t want you making eye contact with anyone but me unless otherwise directed. Do you understand?”

Jayden moved around her with slow, sure steps, waiting for her reply. It didn’t come. “
Cailin maith,
you may answer.”

“Aye, Master. This girl knows her place for tonight and looks forward to making her Master proud.” Her voice was breathy, and the Dom reveled in the knowledge that he had done that to her.

“That you do, my jewel. Rise, and show me the rest of your costume.”

Catherine’s breath caught at his words, but she did as requested. Standing before turning around, his submissive bent at the waist and grabbed her a
nkles with a muffled groan. Jayden’s face broke out in a mischievous grin when he eyed the steel sunburst, whose rays grew from the end of what he knew to be a rather large plug. The rays extended from the center, like hands, so that the custom accessory cupped her firm cheeks.

“Beautiful. Let us be on our way. I’ll be driving tonight because Micah requested the evening off. You have no objections to the Wraith, do you?” Jayden asked while snapping her leash into place on the collar and helping her into a dress coat.

The question was rhetorical; Jayden didn’t expect an answer because it wasn’t her decision to make. It was his.

Surreal – Coming 2014