Surreal (Divine Trilogy #3) (22 page)

Tearing Down the Wall

Taking a gamble with his impromptu decision, Landon let the weight of the cane settle on top of their bound hands, then began rolling it up her arms while her stare tracked the wood. When he reached her elbows, the tool entered Jayden’s line of vision, and his brown eyes widened.

“Landon . . .” he started through clenched teeth.

“Shh, Jayden, trust me,” Landon replied in a low, firm voice and continued rolling the cane over Catherine’s flesh. When he reached her shoulders, he slowly pulled it across her chest, letting the far end dig into her with the slightest of pressure, and she shuddered as her eyes drifted closed.

The cane dropped off the edge of her body, and he slid it back under her arms, resting it flat against the tops of her breasts. In the same controlled rolling motion, he brought it down until it hit the clamps. Again he pulled it away, repositioned it under the chain, and then rolled it along the underswell of her tits, down over her ribs and stomach. Slow. Steady. Mindful.

At that point, he reached her hips and, holding the right side of the cane with one hand, he moved behind her. Stepping in close enough to trap his dick between her ass and his stomach, Landon reached for the left side of the cane then pulled it toward him, bracing the rod tight against her mons.

Jayden was breathing hard, his lips a tight line while his eyes stalked every one of Landon’s actions.

The Dom massaged the cane over Catherine’s pussy, not letting it go further than a few inches up or down, getting her to accept the texture, opening her trust to the experience. Placing his mouth against her neck, just behind her ear, he asked again, “What color are we, Catherine?”

She
still
didn’t answer him; couldn’t, it seemed, so Landon carried on, moving the cane down the tops of her thighs until it hit Jayden’s lower stomach. Stretching forward allowed him to roll the cane up Jayden’s torso while he pressed his own chest into Catherine’s back. In doing so, Jayden got to experience what Catherine had, and it gave the girl a moment to collect herself without the cane’s touch.

With his retreat, the cane came back down Jayden’s chest and stomach until stopping at her knees, at which point Landon dropped one side and stepped away from the pair, taking the cane with him. He then used the bamboo to lift and push Catherine’s hair to the side, over her shoulder.

She gave a delightful shudder when the tip brushed her cheek.

Landon put the cane against her shoulder blades then rolled it along her spine, not stopping until he’d run it over the swell of her ass and it was resting below the curve of her cheeks. Flexing his wrists, Landon lifted and lowered the length of wood, forcing her ass to move with it. That little bit of movement would affect the dildo inside her.

“Color, Catherine? And if you do not answer me this time, we will end the scene now and call it a night. It is your choice, Darlin’.” There was no harshness in his voice. It was level and smooth, to let her know that she held the power this time. The cane would go away if she didn’t want it.

Catherine looked at him, like she was really seeing him, then together they turned their gazes down to Jayden. The tight line of his lips had softened. Landon could see the trust he’d asked for in Jayden’s countenance.

Jayden lifted his head to place a gentle kiss on her, lips followed by a whispered, “It is your choice, sweet girl. You never have to feel the cane again if you don’t want, but Landon is not going to hurt you.” He shrugged his shoulders the best he could within his confinement and looked at Landon while raising his voice. “I’ll kill him if he does.”

Landon tipped his head in silent acknowledgment.
Warning heard loud and clear, and she will not be hurt.

Catherine gave a tentative laugh, looked from her lover to Landon, and then nodded her head.

“Say it, Catherine,” Landon demanded. No way was he going to proceed without a verbal affirmation on her part.

“Green, Sir. This girl is green.”

Now confident to proceed, Landon shifted the cane from her ass to rest against the inside of her right knee. “Excellent, Darlin’,” was all he gave her before he started flicking his wrist in a swishing motion. The cane tapped from side-to-side while he moved it up her thigh with enough force to leave a pink tint to her skin. By the time he reached her upper thighs, Catherine had started whimpering and her hips were flexing. Landon tapped the exposed dildo with the tip of the cane and she squealed, then hurried to apologize for her outburst.

“No worries, Darlin’. Please be as vocal as you want.” He tapped the toy one more time and moved the bamboo over her outer hip, working it in much the same fashion her thighs had received.

She moaned and surprised him with a whispered, “Harder.” Not sure he’d heard her clearly, Landon asked her to repeat herself.

“Harder please, Sir. This girl would like to feel more of the sting.”

Well, fuck me.
Landon tightened his grip and put more force behind the next swing. There was a
swish
when it cut through the air, followed by a
thwack
when it hit her hip.

“Mm. Thank you, Sir.” The words came out with a purr.

By the time Landon had caned both sides of her outer thighs, her hips, and her ass, her skin was bright red, and there were a few welts—nothing that wouldn’t have faded by morning with some arnica cream. The insides of her thighs were slick and shiny from the amount of nectar that had seeped out of her while he worked her over. Landon’s dick also had been leaking profusely and had dripped on the floor several times. At last, he threw the cane down.

“Catherine, put your chest against Jayden’s and bring your knees up against his ribs.”

Once she’d complied, having to climb on the bed to do so, both were open and on display for him. Landon grabbed the lube and drizzled a large amount over Catherine’s ass until it ran down and coated Jayden’s dick. Lifting Jayden’s balls out of the way, Landon ensured the lube coated his asshole, too.

They both groaned when Landon began massaging the lube, with two fingers, into each of their puckered holes. By scissoring his digits, he pried them open to prepare the couple in tandem. In sync, both flexed their hips with wantonness, clearly enjoying the sensations Landon was bestowing upon them. When he felt they were ready, he removed his fingers from their backsides and poured some lube on his own aching dick after slapping a condom on.

It didn’t take Landon much to get between Jayden’s legs and hook his arms under the man’s knees, then lift him enough to line his dick up with Jayden’s hole. He took his time pushing in, relishing the tightness of Jayden’s ass while the muscles grasped and flexed against his dick, pulling Landon deeper in. Once his balls were resting against skin, Landon stopped to let Jayden adjust.

Reaching down, Landon palmed Jayden’s cock and held it rigid. “Catherine, I need you to back up nice and slow,” Landon instructed through gritted teeth when Jayden flexed around his dick again. “Fuck, Jayden! Control yourself or this is going to be over before we get started.” He was having a hard time controlling his panting.

“Sorry . . . shit . . . can’t help it,” Jayden choked out even as his ass clenched again.

“Catherine, now,” Landon said with more sternness, and she shifted backward, barely stopping when the head of Jayden’s cock breached her stretched opening. Once the head was inside her, Landon moved his hand to her hip, to help guide her down until all of Jayden’s dick had disappeared into her.

“Oh, dear god,” the redhead whimpered when the absolute fullness from the fake dildo in her pussy and now, Jayden’s cock in her ass, settled in.

Shifting his hand from her hip and locking it around her waist, Landon wedged his arm against Catherine’s stomach then drew her body upward until her clamped nipples were pulled by the chain still latched through Jayden’s collar.

“Don’t let yourself fall forward any more than this, Catherine.” Landon took hold of her hips before shifting his own back to slip out of Jayden a tad. When thrusting back into Jayden’s ass, his grip on Catherine’s hips ensured she rocked up and off Jayden’s dick a bit. Again Landon pulled out of Jayden, emptying his friend while she slid back down over his swollen dick with the force of Landon’s pull.

Thus their rhythm was set. Landon slid into Jayden’s ass, and Catherine slid off Jayden’s cock. When she ground back down onto the thick shaft, Landon pulled out of the tight passage. It was tricky, but it worked.

Landon fucked Jayden’s ass while using Catherine’s body to “fuck” his friend’s dick. She kept mumbling something along the lines of, “So full, so good,” meanwhile trying to decipher Jayden’s words was a lost cause. His friend had been reduced to a series of caveman-like grunts and sounds.

He was close, so goddamn close. Landon had been fucking the pair relentlessly for a good ten minutes at least, and after all the foreplay, he’d reached his limit. With a final smack to Catherine’s ass, Landon gave the command to come.

Jayden’s pelvis shot upward, driving deep into his woman’s ass, causing her to be flung back against Landon’s chest. Under the abrupt force of the movement, the clamps were ripped from her nipples. The rope binding their hands had enough slack in it that they came up also. Landon noted they’d threaded their fingers together and were gripping each other so tight that their knuckles were white.

Catching Catherine around the waist again, Landon rested his chin on her shoulder, and she dropped her head back against his sweaty chest. It gave him the perfect view down the front of her body and of Jayden’s torso, rippling and contracting from the intensity of his dying orgasm. When she then started squirting, coating Jayden with hot come all the way up to his face, Landon gave up the fight.

His dick pulsed while what felt like gallons of come burst forth from his body, filling Jayden’s ass.

No one spoke.

They were all trying to regulate their breathing and clear the white spots from their vision. Landon was doing his best to stay upright, supporting Catherine’s weight instead of collapsing on top of the pile.

After a few minutes, Jayden’s strained voice announced, “Scene Over.”

Snickering into Erin’s neck, Landon nodded and replied, “And what a scene it was!”

He couldn’t be prouder of how well she’d done and was sure that she’d turned a corner in her healing. Her mental cage built of canes was coming down.

“Oh, did she? I see, okay . . . I guess that’ll be fine. Aye, aye, well, thank you for calling. Aye, of course I’ll let her know, no more changes. Thanks again, bye.” Erin huffed and dropped her head into her hands after ending the call and propping her elbows on the table. “Argh!” Her scalp tightened and began tingling when she tugged at her hair in frustration. A sandwich sat next to her, untouched.

It was Wednesday evening and, yet again, they’d had to forego their “kinky date night” because she needed to do wedding things. When she’d helped Paige out, all this stuff had seemed fun. Now, it was just becoming a serious pain in her ass . . . and not the kind she liked.

“What is it, sweet girl?” Looking up from the report he’d brought home to review, Jayden cocked his head to the side, a confused look on his handsome face.

The love of her life was pulling longer hours at work, preparing to be gone the last week of July and most of August. Her boss had also changed Erin’s hours to cover the ten-to-six shift at the dental practice, but by the time the last patient was checked out, the front desk shut down, and she’d made the trek home, it was often pushing seven-thirty in the evening. She couldn’t complain, though. They were letting her take a month off for the wedding and honeymoon
and
holding her job while she was gone.

However, between trying to maintain her submissive requirements for regular exercise and at least six hours of sleep a night, work, seeing to Natalie’s prenatal care and attending Lamaze classes with her, and wedding planning, there wasn’t much time left for extracurricular activities. Scratch that, there was no time at all. Erin had to be grateful her Master hadn’t cut weekend play, too. She doubted very much that she’d be sane if he had. But even their last scheduled session had been interrupted because she’d had some spotting and cramping. Dr. Ellison had warned her that might happen with the cessation of her quarterly
Depo
injection—not a heavy price for the chance at a baby, in her opinion.

“What has Mom done this time?” Jayden asked with a chuckle.

If he weren’t so damn gorgeous, she might have felt the urge to punch him. “That was Gavin, the event coordinator at Boi na Braza. He got a call from Jillian earlier today . . .”

“Oh?” Her fiancé was smart and didn’t say anything else, simply raised an eyebrow.

“Apparently we now need seating for another seventy-five guests. On top of the three hundred already planned for.”

“Three hundred? I thought it was two hundred. Do we know that many people?”

“Exactly!” Erin threw her hands up and stood from the table to begin pacing back and forth. She was gathering steam. “Last time I talked to her, the number was two-fifty, a week before
that
it was two. Jesus Christ, Jayden. We’re seven weeks away from doing this, and she keeps adding to the guest list behind our backs.”

“She means—”

“If you defend her and tell me she means well, I may very well start screaming,” Erin spat out, cutting him off in the process. “They don’t have room for any more people in the private event area. If she does this again, we’re going to have to find a new place for the reception. Just how easy do you think that’ll be at this point in the game?”

The sharp sound of Jayden’s fingers snapping drew her attention, and she froze mid-step.

“Come here, please, Erin.” He set the report down and pushed his chair back.

At his invitation, she shuffled over to him, crawled into his lap, and leaned into him. She welcomed the security of his arms coming around her waist, and the lone finger slipping under the hem of her shirt to rest on the soft skin of her belly was bliss.

“I didn’t think this would be so hard. Paige’s preparations all seemed to go so smooth . . . It isn’t fair.” She sucked in a breath when a second finger joined the first. “Her wedding was quaint, simple, and so beautiful. I don’t know even a fraction of the people that are being invited, but your mother expects this to be some elaborate society event. Why can’t we just get married without all the other shit?”

*~*~*

Jayden felt bad for his jewel. Having grown up around his mother’s society life, he was used to Jillian Masterson’s large soirees, but could see how it would all be unnerving for Erin. His hand splayed over her belly, and he was alarmed to notice it was smaller beneath his palm.

How long had it been since he’d explored and touched her?
he considered with some distress, then counted back in his head to realize almost two weeks had elapsed since their last intimate encounter of any kind. Not acceptable.

“Have you been eating properly?” He got his answer when her frame stiffened in his lap. In reaction, his hand closed on her flesh, tightening until her breath caught and a tiny whimper formed in her throat. “Answer me, pet,” he ground out through clenched teeth. Jayden was not pleased.

“No, this girl has not, Master.” Though shame threaded her tone, she straightened further in his lap, her form adopting a submissive posture. “With all that’s been going on, your girl has been using her lunch hour for wedding appointments.”

“And breakfast?” With the change in her hours, Jayden left for the office before she did now. The thought never crossed his mind that she would skip a meal if he wasn’t there to eat with her.

“That’s when your girl gets her exercise in, Master.”

“I see.” Unfortunately, he didn’t like what he saw. Of those three things, a proper diet should have been her top priority, especially given their talk about trying to have a baby. Also, he’d be damned if a marriage ceremony was going to affect her health in a negative way.

“Catherine, I do believe you’ve taken on way too much, and I don’t approve. Tomorrow, Samantha will be tasked as your personal assistant for any and all things wedding related. I can get by without her at the office until after we’ve said our vows. I’ll also call Mom and have a talk with her. In the meantime, what else is on your list for tonight?”

She’d twisted in his lap to look at him and now gave him an adoring grin before ticking off items on her fingers. “Call Silver Spurs and schedule the bridal party in for hair and make-up the morning of the wedding, Sir Shawn had some ideas for our photo setups and wanted to set a time to meet. Your mom is handling the invitations, and it’s a good thing, too, but I still need to—”

“So all things that Samantha can handle?” Jayden spoke over her, stopping her running list.

“Aye, this girl supposes so . . .”

“Then it turns out you are free this evening, Catherine. And we’re both hungry. Eat your sandwich, use the bathroom, and join me downstairs in thirty minutes.” It wasn’t a request.

He tapped her thigh, signaling her to get off his lap. Once he’d stood, Jayden leaned in to kiss the top of her head then pinched her hip before pivoting on his heel and taking his exit. A scene had begun forming in his mind, and he would need the full thirty minutes to prepare for it.

When Catherine joined him in the playroom—with a few minutes to spare—the charge in the atmosphere was palpable. She entered without a word, the clack of her heels matching his heartbeat while she hung her robe then assumed her waiting position in the center of the room. He stood by, a wide stance bracing his legs and his hands clasped behind his back, holding a surprise. For this scene, the Dominant had chosen to remain dressed, knowing how much more possessive he felt when she was totally bare in his clothed presence—and vice versa for his pet.

Her thick scarlet hair was pulled back and twisted into a tight bun atop her head, leaving her neck and shoulders open to him. Dropping his gaze awarded him the sight of her puckered nipples displaying his mark. He smiled when the gold and gems flickered under the nearby candlelight. Jayden hadn’t decided if he would use the wax or not. It would depend on how well she handled the pins.

Tonight, the Dom was prepared to spend the entire evening showing his submissive, reminding her, how he treasured her. However, he also expected his rules to be followed, and she clearly needed a lesson in prioritizing. When he was done, they’d both be a mess.

Satisfied she’d settled as much as she was going to for the time being, he stepped up and circled her, letting her feel his stare while he inspected every inch of her exposed skin.
Feet neatly tucked, tits out, palms up, cunt visible
. . . he checked each point off in his mind.

“Exquisite. Stand up.” His voice was low and steady. In one fluid motion, she obeyed, and he brought his hand forward to show her what he held—a thong. “Lift your left foot.” While squatting down to slip the garment over her heel, he murmured, “Again.” Moments later he slid the material up her legs, stopping to lick at her cunt for a few minutes before hiding her bare sex behind the sheer black fabric.

A quiet groan slipped from her when he tucked the thong strap into place between her plump buttocks, letting his fingers brush over her back hole. Where the strap formed a ‘T’ just above her ass crack, two spring clips dangled from the garment, waiting to be connected to the matching cuffs he’d be placing on her wrists soon.

Jayden took his time moving around her. He caressed her silky skin with his fingers and knuckles, nipped at her flesh with his lips, and kept up a barrage of whispered praise for how beautiful she was in her submission to him. The deepening of her breaths, each one causing her chest to rise and fall more noticeably than the last, told him how much she was enjoying the attention. Had there been any doubt, it would’ve been silenced at the creamy discovery inside her cunt when he teased a finger below the fabric to check.

Time for phase two.

“You’ve broken an outlined rule of mine, haven’t you, Catherine?” Her admission came in quiet tones once she’d kneeled and he’d permitted her to answer. “I need to be sure you’re getting an adequate amount of nutrients for
your
health, not
my
own shits and giggles. If you aren’t in top form, then I can’t enjoy your body on my whim. Nor will I begin to consider allowing you to risk your own life to grow another if you can’t take care of yourself first. When I run my palm over your hips, I want to feel the soft swell of a healthy curve, not the sharp edge of a bone.”

He paused to let the words sink in. Jayden hated this. Administering pain in seeking pleasure was euphoric, but doing it for punishment never did anything for him. However, the rules had to be adhered to. If he didn’t follow through on his promises of punishment for her misconduct, then how could she trust that he’d follow up promises of reward? This was for her own good. “Tonight we’re going to work on your concentration.”