No Safeword: Matte - Happily Ever After (Safewords) (19 page)

His cock throbbed in his pants but he didn’t touch it yet. He was in his element now, with the love of his life strapped down, pussy and ass exposed. He couldn’t wait to bury himself in her bottom again, and while her ass wouldn’t be up to it today, he’d enjoy tormenting her. He slicked both hands and teased the muscles around her clit with his right hand as his left pointer finger slowly invaded her ass.

He kept a close eye on her arousal and backed off when he thought she was close to coming. He wasn’t going to make the same mistake he’d made yesterday and allow her to force him to punish her.

He’d programmed the oven to drop the temperature at fifty minutes and keep their food warm until they returned. He figured they could play an hour and a half if her shoulder was up to it.

She whined and growled in frustration when he backed off a third time, and he went from two fingers to three a little sooner than necessary — she needed to learn to show respect again, apparently. He loved her spunk, but he had no problems reminding her there was a time and place for everything, and during a scene he demanded not only obedience, but also a demonstration of her willingness to submit to his authority.

Her rectal muscles slowly gave way and he began to think she might be able to take him after the stretching last night. He worked three fingers in and out, but needed to be sure before he tried.

The squid whip was stored near the stretching rings, and he gathered both and returned to her. He wanted to hear her scream with good pain, so he popped her directly on the asshole with the tips of the squid whip.

Her yelp went straight to his cock, but he ignored it as he lubed the stretching ring and slid the tip into her ass. This one was the next size up from the one he’d used last night, but she’d taken his fingers so easily, he had to try.

If she could handle this one, she could take him.

She whined and tensed as the cool metal stretched her wide, but he coaxed her on.

“Breathe for me. It’s up to me to decide what you can handle, and you’ll take what I give you. Show me you don’t regret placing me in charge. Take it, Samantha. Accept it.”

He saw her back rise as she breathed in, and watched her ass muscles let go as she worked to relax them on her exhale.

The ring was nearly all the way in when she keened a high-pitched note. The normally crinkled skin was stretched tight, but she was
so
close. If he could talk her through this she’d feel so much better.

This was yet one more thing Masterson had taken from them, and the sooner he could help her take it back, the better.

“Push out. You can do this; you’re so close. Just a little more.”

He made encouraging noises and stimulated the area around her clit again. “I know you can do this. Let’s give you some incentive. If you can accept this into your ass I’ll let you have an orgasm before we go up to eat. Otherwise, I’ll keep you on edge until we go up, and you’ll wear three vibrators, which I’ll alternate on and off as you eat and into the evening. I’ll probably let you come before we go to bed, but no promises.”

And he’d edge her without letting her get close enough to come. He wouldn’t trust her to hold it back tonight.

He grinned as he saw her ass work and her hips move. Sam wasn’t turned on by traditional dirty talk, but he’d once tied her up and made her orgasm by merely
telling
her what he intended to do to her.

The plug moved a little under his steady pressure, and he pushed a tiny bit harder. Her hips moved, and he wasn’t sure if she were trying to get herself off, or trying to work it in. He chose to believe the latter and pressed a little more.

Sam’s gasp filled the room as it finally slid in and seated. If she could hold it five minutes she should be able to take him. He’d need to keep her otherwise occupied though, and keep her on the verge a while longer.

If she came now she’d lose her edge.

He delivered a sharp pop to her right and then left cheek with the squid, and he walked to the sink.

He observed her as he washed and dried his hands. Her toes moved occasionally, but her fingers were still. When she was in pain she tended to wiggle her toes and fingers, point and flex her feet, and alternate making a fist with spreading her fingers wide. He figured her toes moved occasionally as she tried to keep her ass relaxed around the ring, but her unmoving hands led him to believe her upper body was holding up okay.

He gathered nipple clamps on a chain, another short chain, and pocketed both.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, and he jogged to the weight room next door to collect a twenty-pound dumbbell.

Deciding she needed to see what happened next, he dimmed the lights and removed her blindfold before situating the dumbbell beneath her torso. He was confident he could hold onto his hard-on as long as he wasn’t punishing her, so the blindfold was no longer necessary.

Sam’s nipples begged for a clamp, and he grinned at the look on her face as he extracted them from his pocket.

Her gasps as the clamps went on were music to his soul. He’d missed having this between them; the connection he felt with her at this moment was beyond words.

She trusted him completely, and he’d refused to take her safeword for so long because he was terrified he’d push too far and break the total trust she’d gifted him. He hadn’t agreed to it until he was sure he could be responsible with the power, and he was still occasionally conflicted about the authority and control he held over her.

He looped the short chain under the dumbbell’s grip and through the chain dangling from her nipple clamps. He hooked the chain closed, tight enough to pull her breasts down a tiny bit, but not enough to further tighten the clover clamps. If she lifted any at all she’d put more pressure on her nipples, and he could tell by the look on her face she was aware of his plan.

Her head flipped to the side and her hair concealed her face. He smiled as he realized she hadn’t been able to control her expression so she’d chosen to look away. He preferred open acceptance, but at least she felt enough respect for his position to look away instead of glaring.

He’d installed a switch on the lights to slowly raise the level over a two-minute period, and he flipped the switch before returning to her, situating himself so he could see her face.

“I appreciate why you turned away, but I need you to look at me while we talk. I’ll ask the questions and you answer. Don’t give me any information I don’t ask for. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He kissed her forehead and smiled. “How are your chest and shoulder holding up?”

“I’m probably good for another fifteen or twenty minutes. Maybe longer. If you’d restrained my arms I’d probably be done. Sir.”

“On a scale of one to ten, how’s your chest?”

“Three, Sir.”

“Shoulder?”

“Two.”

Ethan started counting in his head — he’d give her to a count of three before stepping away to retrieve the Delrin cane, but she added, “Sir” at the last moment. He nodded and said, “Your back and shoulder blade?”

“One, Sir.”

“You don’t have to tell me right when your chest hits four, but I want to know before you get to a five. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Has your ass adjusted to the stretching ring?”

“Not completely, Sir.”

“Any sharp pain?”

“No Sir. The burn isn’t too bad anymore, and the stretch hurts but it’s bearable.”

He smiled. “You’re wearing the biggest MEO.”

“Really, Sir? Does that mean you…?”

“Say it.”

“Are you going to take me, there?”

“Not what I want to hear and you know it.”

He watched her fight to keep her face neutral. Her eyes closed and she took a breath. When they opened his cock screamed to life as her gaze met his in surrender and she said, “Sir, will you please fuck my ass?”

“I’ll consider it, but I want to hurt you first.”

In truth, he wanted her farther into subspace before he took her, but she only needed to know he wanted to hear her scream.

The tawse and slapper hung side-by-side on the wall, and he collected both and stepped in front of her.

“Ten with the slapper, ten with the tawse. No words. Nod your understanding.”

Her head went down and up once, though her eyes stayed on him, as big around as quarters.

He laid into her with the slapper, as ten strikes weren’t enough to prepare her to enjoy the tawse, and they both knew it.

He manipulated her clit when he finished with the slapper, and had her on the edge of an orgasm again before he hit her four times with the tawse, each strike only a few seconds apart.

She screamed and tried to rise as her body fought to escape. Ethan placed a hand between her shoulder blades, letting her feel his warmth more than his strength. “You’re okay. I’ll give you a minute. Breathe for me, Darlin’. Pull the air in with your diaphragm, and then push it all the way out.”

She fought to control her breathing, and he gave her several long moments before saying, “Two in a row this time, and I want you to try not to fight it. Give me your submission by accepting this.”

He didn’t hit quite as hard as before, but struck lower, where it hurt worse. She held in place for the first strike, but fought her bondage briefly after the second. Still, she tried, and that counted for a lot. He stroked his cock over the top of his pants a few times as she fought for control. Four more strikes of the tawse and he’d bury himself in her ass. She’d bear some mighty bruises tomorrow, but they’d both enjoy seeing her marked.

He walked in front of her again and bent down. “Four more, a little harder than the first four, and about the same speed.”

Her eyes were huge as she emphatically shook her head, doing everything she could to ask him not to without speaking.

“If you had your safeword, would you use it now?”

Her head rose in the beginning of a nod, but she froze as their gazes locked, and she slowly turned her head left, then right.

“I’m glad you were honest. Now it’s my turn. I’d have given you the next strikes even if you’d answered yes. The only thing that would stop me now would be you saying you hurt your shoulder when you fought to escape; but then we’d stop everything and you wouldn’t get your cute little ass fucked.”

He didn’t tell her he’d have gone easier on her if she’d answered yes. She didn’t want that much control, so he wouldn’t let her know she had it.

He stripped, donned a glove, and lubed himself well. She’d still have some lube from the ring, but he wanted to be sure he was slick, too. He also lubed the large vibrating egg, as he planned to insert it into her pussy before he took her.

The glove went into the garbage and he walked two circles around her while tapping his bare leg with the tawse. Her nipples needed blood-flow soon, but he wanted to pull the clamps off after he was buried to the hilt inside her. He had to be super careful to keep from bumping her cervix when he fucked her pussy, which meant he could never just let go and fuck her. However, he didn’t have to maintain such iron control when he took her ass.

He was aware she may not be able to handle him and had a condom nearby in case he needed to pull out and take her pussy, so he wouldn’t have to stop and wash. It’d been a little over ten minutes since the first four strokes of the tawse and she was rapidly sinking into subspace. 

“Okay, Samantha. Here they come. You don’t have to try to take these without moving. It was enough you tried for the others. No words.”

Sam nodded before he asked her to acknowledge she understood, and he stroked a soft touch down her back — a gentle connection before he hurt her.

He couldn’t hit her full strength with the tawse. When he had the urge to lay into her with all his might he had a few floggers and a leather paddle appropriate for that kind of power. However, he had to modulate the energy behind the tawse, and he carefully hit her slightly harder than the first four strikes, and then just a touch harder.

The final two strikes were a good deal worse, and his cock reacted yet again as he watched blood saturate the strike zone under first one cheek, then the other.

He kicked a mat into place behind her feet, dropped to his knees and, without warning, pressed the egg to her entrance. She was expecting him to remove the ring, and her first instinct was to try to rise away from it, though her bondage wouldn’t allow movement.

Her second instinct arched her back, inviting him to press whatever he wanted into her, and he stroked the inside of her thigh. “Good girl.”

When she was in subspace, she gleamed when praised, but the rest of the time shot daggers from her eyes when he dared emit the phrase. She was well in subspace now, and the approval only made her arch her spine more and attempt to spread her legs wider. Her ankles were held firm, but she managed to spread her knees.

The egg went in with no problems and he set it on low.

Ethan wasn’t up for much talking so he positioned himself, pulled the stretching ring, and pushed in before her asshole had a chance to close.

He managed to get more than halfway in with his first slow, steady push. She squealed as he met resistance, and he stopped.