A Divine Life (The Divine Trilogy) (13 page)

In that moment, it took everything Jayden had not to lunge for her and bury his tongue into her honeyed folds. His cock became harder.
Fuck!

This was going to be the longest afternoon of his life!

Paige gave her
new friend a quick peck, telling her that she’d be fine. Catherine smiled because she knew Paige was right, she
would
be fine, and then giggled when Paige gave her ass a light swat before the echo of her retreating footsteps sounded in Catherine’s ears.

“Hello, Catherine,” said a deep-timbered voice. “I’m Shawn Carpenter.” She felt his large hand grasp hers in a firm handshake.

“Hello, Sir.” The submissive’s response was cordial, while out of habit she dropped her gaze downward behind the blindfold.

He let out a laugh that wrapped her in warmth and set her at ease in an instant. “We’re going to be a little informal with this session, okay, doll? Think of me as a friend, not a Dom. You can just call me Shawn.”

She could hear the smile in his voice and took a liking to this new man. “Well, in that case, Shawn, please call me Erin. Um, if it pleases you,” she added the last bit with a hint of awkwardness. After all, she was all but naked and blind in front of the man, so she couldn’t quite drop all pretenses of what she was doing there. Catherine thought she heard a small exhalation from further in the room, but she shook off the impression, unsure.

“Well, Erin, your Master has asked me to do a tattoo for you—” he started to explain.

“Really?” Catherine squealed, grinning wide and unable to hide her excitement.

Shawn chuckled. “Yes, really. By your reaction, I think it’s safe to assume you are okay with that?”

“Oh, aye, Sir! I mean Shawn.” Master was going to have her further marked as His! Catherine wanted to jump up and down, but she didn’t dare attempt it in the stilettos she was wearing.

“Perfect! Then let’s get started. Let me get this lead off of you first, and then I’ll guide you over to the table.”

Catherine was patient while Shawn undid the hooks and leash from her nipple rings and collar. She surprised herself at her control; she didn’t flinch when he grasped her breasts to unhook the rings. His touch was so gentle. Thinking on it, she realized that she didn’t feel
anything
: no stirrings of desire, no reaction at all. In fact, Shawn’s touch was almost like that of a brother, so she just went with it.

Taking her hand, Shawn guided Catherine over to what she assumed was the table he’d me
ntioned, and he helped her sit up on the edge. “Comfy?”

She nodded.

“This is going to be cold, but it will clean the skin and allow the stencil to transfer. Ready to begin, doll?”

Catherine nodded again, but she still hissed when the cold, wet cloth made contact with her skin just above her mons. She paid attention to the cloth’s path while he wiped it over her hips and around her lower back, across the top of her ass cheeks, and back to her front. The tattoo was going to wrap all the way around her, which explained why she had been left bare from the waist down. There was a soft crinkle of paper before she felt the gentle pressure of Shawn’s fingers when he began pressing the stencil against her skin. Sure enough, the paper followed the path the cloth had taken. After a minute, he began to peel the paper away, leaving behind whatever pattern Master wan
ted on her.

“Wish I could invite you to lay back and relax, doll, but until I get the outline done, I’m afraid you’re going to have to stay sitting up so the stencil doesn’t smear on your back.”

“No problem.” Catherine was no stranger to holding her position.

He went on, “The plan is to get the outline knocked out;
after that you’ll get to take a breather, stretch your legs, and so on. However, Erin, if you need me to stop sooner, you just have to let me know, okay?”

“Aye, Sir.” His throat cleared, and she corrected herself, “Aye, Shawn. I’m sure I’ll be fine,” Cat
herine proclaimed while she wiggled on the table, centering herself on her tailbone a little better.

“Good girl. Let me grab my stool, and we’ll begin.”

Wheels squeaked, and then she felt his hand on her thigh, alerting Catherine to his position in front of her. The tattoo gun came on with a click and a humming buzz, and the sound went straight to the submissive’s groin. She could sense the first tingles of excitement building inside.

“Do me a favor, Erin. Can you try leaning back on your hands? That’s it,” Shawn coaxed while she angled her body back. “Just while I get this lower part.” His finger brushed right above her pubic mound before he pressed into her flesh to hold it taut, and then the needle bit into her skin.

Again, his touch didn’t seem sexual to Catherine, just courteous, like he was letting her know where he was. The needle pelted into her flesh, stinging for the first couple of minutes. Soon enough, she found that place in her head where she could just let go and feel sensation; pain-induced euphoria. Her head lolled back, and Catherine relished the prickling of the needle that angled from her pussy up toward her hip. Shawn’s hot breath blew over her core in and out in a steady rhythm as he worked. Every few minutes, the buzzing would stop—so he could reload the ink, she guessed. Each time it resumed, she felt herself become a little wetter in anticipation of the sting.

Shawn was quick and quiet while he embedded the ink
. Silence surrounded them, with the exception of the gun’s buzzing and their breathing. Every once in a while, Catherine thought she heard additional breaths from the corner of the room, but again she dismissed it, allowing herself to melt away with the tiny pricking of the needle, followed by rough rubbing each time Shawn wiped away the excess ink.

Before long, Shawn had her turn around on the table so that her back was facing the edge. He then directed her to lean forward so that her elbows rested on her knees. The buzzing r
esumed, and the needle laid the ink, angling down to her ass. When the insistent sting tickled the space right above her ass crack, Catherine giggled.

Shawn let out that soft, warm laugh again. “Enjoying yourself, Erin?”

“Mm-hmm . . .” she moaned.

On he worked, rising back up out of the dip in her lower back to travel to her opposite hip. There was a pause so Shawn could help her turn and lean back on her hands again, opening her front back up before he maneuvered back in between her legs. The trail of ink continued over Catherine’s hip and dipped below her belly and across her mons until, at last, she felt him back where he’d begun.

Catherine couldn’t deny that she was dripping wet. The tattoo thing could become a dangerous addiction. Her pulse thrummed beneath the surface of her hot skin, and she welcomed the feel of the cool cloth when Shawn wiped her down.

“Excellent, Erin. You took that like a trooper. Outline’s all done now, so let’s take five. I want you to stretch and move around a bit. My assistant is going to help you.”

Assistant?
So she hadn’t been imagining another person in the room. Knowing she’d been on display all this time made her pulse spike. There was also a growing curiosity as to why Shawn wasn’t doing anything sexual to her. Catherine would’ve expected to have a vibrator inserted into one of her orifices or something, but Shawn was being nothing but professional.
Odd
.

More eager to stretch than she realized, Catherine started to slide forward off the edge of the t
able when long fingers grasped her hips. A tingling warmed her flesh where they connected. The hands’ owner helped her to get steady on her feet before his fingers ghosted up the front of her body, timid digits brushing her erect, sore nipples. She trembled under a sudden surge of need.

Jayden?

Sensing a mouth hovering above her, Catherine inhaled with surprise and caught a whiff of a musky scent. Before she could lean forward to capture the teasing mouth, it was gone, and she indulged in a huffing pout. Catherine was already so wound up from the pleasurable sensation of the tattoo gun that she was craving any kind of actual sexual contact; in other words, she was no longer thinking with any clarity. Lust and desire were ramping up, claiming control of her fractured emotions.

Mystery fingers having found purchase on her elbow, Catherine allowed herself to be guided fo
rward around the room. The movement felt good in her back and thighs, but what delighted her even more was the way the fingers continued to caress her—light and fleeting, moving across her hips and ass, but never applying enough pressure to give Catherine satisfaction. With each almost-imperceptible touch, she felt an electric current jolt her body, taking it on a slow ride to ecstasy.

Uncertain if it was being handled by someone she couldn’t see, the weird connection she felt that reminded her of Master, or the intoxicating scent of that musk, Catherine was reaching the point at which she would explode with one good touch.

All too soon, the couple stopped moving, and the man helped Catherine back onto the table. Cuffs were snapped onto her wrists, and she was assisted down onto her back. She offered no resistance when her arms were pulled above her head so the cuffs could be connected to something at the top of the table. Closing her eyes behind the blindfold, she focused her hearing; his tread was light while he walked back to the bottom of the table. Smooth fabric brushed her inner thighs when the man wedged himself in between them, and then those long fingers pushed into the fleshy part of her thighs, a silent instruction to spread.

Catherine hesitated, knowing the moment she complied her secret would be revealed: thighs wet and slick with the moisture that had oozed out of her while she walked. There was a sharp pull on her nipple rings, and her legs fell open at once when hot, searing pain tore through her chest.

Shit, I want to come.

Lips brushed the wanton woman’s thighs, laying gentle kisses atop her skin. She tried to lift up and push into them, make the contact firmer, but they disappeared.

She groaned as more juice escaped her.
This is pure torture
. “P-please, Sir,” Catherine begged in a whimper while praying that Master had given this person orders to make her orgasm, not just tease her into oblivion!

A hot tongue plunged into her core, licking slow and sensual-like up toward her clit. When the tongue reached her hypersensitive bud and sucked, she fell apart.

“Aye, Fuck! Thank you, Sir!” Catherine screamed when a huge orgasm washed over her. One lick from the stranger’s tongue was all that was needed to leave her writhing in pleasure.

He
r
scream of
pleasure rocked Jayden back into reality, and he jumped, backing away from her. His woman’s body was undulating on the table, and he could see her come flowing out onto the surface. Damn, she was beautiful.

It hadn’t been his intention to put his mouth on her
. However, walking Catherine around and teasing her with his touches had pushed him to a dangerous edge. When she’d whispered his name in question, Jayden had almost cleared the room so he could make love to her right then. He was pretty sure she wasn’t aware that the powerful word had even slipped out, but it reminded him that he was too close; that if he wasn’t careful, she would know it was him. That was not information Jayden was ready for her to have just yet.

Ten minutes
after Shawn started the break, Jayden decided to get his woman back on the table. Knowing she would need something to focus on for the next part of the tattoo, the Dom elected to bind his jewel to the table. Shawn had explained that the outline was always easiest to endure. The pain would become more intense when it was filled in, because he had to go a little deeper and spend more time in one area to ensure full coverage. For Jayden, it was imperative that Catherine be still to avoid any slip-ups, considering a mistake couldn’t be erased.

Thinking he would give her one last small tease to keep her on edge, Jayden had wedged himself between her thighs, pushing against them to get her to open wide. Her resistance had surprised him, so he yanked on her nipple rings and was rewarded with her parting legs, revealing a visual feast.

Oh, yes. We’re going to have fun with those little beauties in the playroom,
Jayden thought, already envisioning the ways he could attach ropes to stretch her breasts for flogging. Imagining what it would feel like to wrap his lips around her nipples and work the rings with his tongue and teeth made him groan under his breath. Landon had said a minimum of six weeks before heavy play resumed—if she was healed. It might kill them both, but he would do his best to behave and let her recover.

Jesus, he needed to pull back. His dick was uncomfortably hard from the scenes playing out in his mind. With reluctance, Jayden moved away, leaning down to place light kisses across her thighs. Catherine tried in vain to push up against him, and he smiled while maintaining a safe di
stance—until she begged.

She fucking begged, and that was it.

Who was he to say no to that angel in the flesh? Well, besides her Dom, but Jayden didn’t want to deny her anything at that moment. He dove in, burying his tongue all the way into her core before he dragged up through her folds, seeking out her engorged clit to suckle into his mouth. His jewel’s orgasm was instantaneous and magical to behold.

Somehow, Jayden was able to pull his gaze away from her
– maybe it was the quiet snicker he heard behind him – to glance over at Shawn. His friend stood next to Micah, stroking the young man’s hair and pinching his nipples. Shawn had a grin on his face, and he shook his head at Jayden, acknowledging without words that Jayden was a lost cause.

Jayden shrugged his shoulders as if to say “sue me” and sighed, before going back to the corner recliner after a last, longing peek at the oasis taunting him from the table. His cock was screaming at him to do something. A lick of his lips rewarded him with his jewel’s sweet flavor, and one thought surged:
Fuck it.

Being extra quiet, he undid his zipper and pulled out his swollen dick, gripping it tight. He i
gnored the brief flash of pain in his equally swollen knuckles. Punching the wall – and Landon – had been stupid. Jayden’s eyes closed, and he heard Micah whimper when he started to stroke.

XXX

Of all the
things the submissive had endured in the past few hours, as many times as she’d found release, none of it compared to what her body had just experienced. Rocking her hips with wanton suggestiveness, looking for friction that wasn’t there, Catherine embraced the hot fire that seared her from within.

How was it possible for just one stroke of a tongue to cause her to come so undone?

Shawn’s soft laugh reached Catherine’s ears, along with a muted whimper. “Well, doll,
that
was something to see!” He chuckled again. “Almost makes me wish I liked pussy.”

What? Oh. Oh!
“Are you, um, I mean . . .” The blindfolded woman didn’t know how to ask without being rude.

“It’s okay, Erin. Yes, I’m gay. But I also know something beautiful when I see it. You, my dear, are one of the most beautiful things I’ve had the pleasure of laying eyes on in a long time.”

Heat raced over Catherine’s skin when she succumbed to a blush from the heartfelt compliment. She heard water running; then a warm cloth was being wiped across her thighs.

“Lift your bottom for me, Erin. You’ve made a bit of a mess on my table.”

The heat flared to life again. “I’m sorry, Si–Shawn,” she whispered, choking on her embarrassment.

“Oh, don’t worry about it, doll. Like I said, that was something to see.”

The warm cloth wiped her underside and came up through her still-pulsing folds. Catherine whimpered at the contact, and then brazenly pushed into it.

“Greedy little thing, aren’t ya, Erin?” Shawn asked, and she could hear the humor in his tone. “You’re gonna have to wait on that, doll. We’ve still got work to do. Now, how are you feeling? Any soreness or tender spots?”

His voice was laced with a level of concern that comforted Catherine. “Nah, I’m good. Ready to get back to it!” If she wasn’t going to get some kind of penetration any time soon, then she wanted to feel the needle. It would distract her from the longing ache between her thighs. She heard the stool roll up, and his large hand took hold of her thigh.

“Sure thing, doll. I’m going to start filling in your outline now. I’ll warn you that this next phase is a bit more intense. I have to push the needle in deeper to set the color, in addition to just moving slower to get it all filled in. You let me know if you need another break.” There was a pat to her thigh, and the machine came to life with a buzz.

The next hour was peaceful. In her center, the fire had simmered down to a low throb while the needle danced over her skin. Catherine centered herself by controlling her breathing. When the pain became sharp, she tugged against her wrist restraints, thus redirecting her focus. It was worst when he worked over her hip bones because the sting became the sharpest, and as a result, her desire flared between her thighs.

Shawn had completed about half of the tattoo when he turned the machine off. “How we doing?” he asked, rubbing Catherine’s outer thigh with a light stroke.

Having succumbed to an in-and-out doze, her voice was sleepy when she replied with a yawn, “I’m fine, Shawn. You’re really good at this. I’ve been napping,” she admitted.

He snickered. “Good to hear, doll. Listen, I need to take a break myself. My hand’s starting to cramp a bit. Why don’t you go ahead and take that nap, and I’ll be back in about twenty minutes?”

“M’kay.” A soft blanket came down over the drowsy woman, and she drifted off.