Safe Word (14 page)

Hesitating, Melody paused to think things through.  What were her options?

Her first impulse was to say forget it and to keep her panties on.  She would tell Zane she couldn’t – or wouldn’t – do as he’d asked.  And then she would, of course, accept whatever punishment he decided was appropriate. 

But the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to try to please him.

It was difficult to believe Zane would be reckless about giving his orders.  He was always so meticulous, so intentional and so in control.  He probably knew exactly what he was doing when he instructed her to go commando.  The order was intended to push her to her limits, exactly as he’d threatened – or promised – he would do.

Just then the bathroom door opened and Melody could hear two women chatting. 

Feeling like she’d been caught in the act – even though they probably had no idea she was even in there, let alone doing naughty things – she sprang into action.  She allowed her panties to fall to the floor and stepped out of them as quickly and quietly as she could.  Then she crammed them into her clutch, grateful that Zane had taken his tie out so that there was room for them.

She stepped out of the stall.

The two women, dressed to the nines in pearls and diamonds, were reapplying their lipstick in front of the mirror.  They turned and smiled at her cordially when she came out.  It was all Melody could do to muster up a strained half-smile of her own.  She was sure her face must be beet red.

She quickly washed her hands, avoiding eye contact lest the women try to strike up a conversation with her.  She was in no position to stand around conversing with strangers!  No, she was on a mission...

Bursting out of the ladies’ room, Melody hurried back toward the table where Zane awaited her.  She stared straight ahead, afraid to look at anyone.  It was as though she thought they would somehow know her secret if they caught her eye! 

She felt incredibly flustered...and very aroused.  Clenching her pelvic muscles as tightly as she could, Melody prayed that the toy wouldn’t fall out and completely humiliate her in the nicest restaurant she’d ever dined at.

She couldn’t believe she had agreed to do this for Zane.

Even more unbelievable was how turned on she was.

“Welcome back,” Zane said with a knowing smile when Melody returned to their table. 

Unable to speak, Melody gingerly sat down, startled as she felt the toy shift ever so slightly inside her.  Somehow she had managed to make it across the restaurant without losing the little oval-shaped bullet and horribly embarrassing herself.  Even so, she was blushing bright red.  And when Zane saw that, his smile broadened. 

“Are you forgetting something?” he asked pleasantly.

She knew what he wanted.

Looking around the restaurant warily, Melody reached into her clutch.  She felt the soft, lacy material of her black panties inside.  She wadded them up into her fist, making them as small and unnoticeable as she possibly could.  At least she had chosen a skimpy pair to wear, which meant there was less fabric.  Thank God for small favors.

Even so, she was on pins and needles as she shakily extended her arm across the table.  What if someone saw?  What if another diner or a server happened to be looking her way and figured out exactly what she was up to?  As unlikely a scenario as that was, it was enough to make Melody’s blood run cold.

Zane held out his hand expectantly.

Biting her lower lip in apprehension, Melody pressed the balled up panties into his open palm.  She didn’t know what he planned to do next, but she knew she had to trust him.  And she did.

Unlike Melody, Zane wasn’t rattled at all.  No, he loved every second of this.  She could tell by the way his eyes lit up, alive with excitement and burning desire.  She watched, horrified, as he slowly brought the lacy undergarment to his nose and inhaled deeply. 

“Mmm,” he murmured appreciatively, just as one would after sampling a rich, satisfying dessert. 

“Stop it!” Melody hissed, kicking him under the table. 

He apparently found that funny.  “I’m going to assume your foot slipped and you kicked me by accident,” he told her even though they both knew that wasn’t at all the case.  “But if it happens again I might have to take you out behind the restaurant to spank you.”

“I’ll be good!” she whispered immediately, knowing he would have no qualms about actually following through on his threat.  As hot a hypothetical scenario as that was, she was pretty she would die of humiliation if it actually happened.

“I trust you followed my orders in the ladies’ room?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.  I knew you would.  And I knew it would be a challenge for you, too.  I’m proud of you, Melody,” Zane said as he tucked her panties into the pocket of his suit jacket.

It was as though a switch had been flipped inside her.  She absolutely melted at his words, flooded by warm, gushy feelings of happiness and affection.  She wanted to make him proud.  More than anything, she wanted to be his good girl, his obedient sub, his perfect woman. 

And she could tell from the way he was looking at her that in his eyes, she was.

“Oh, it looks like you got back just in time,” Zane remarked as he looked over her shoulder.  “Here comes our food.  I hope you’re still hungry.”

Melody glanced behind her and saw the server approaching with two silver trays. 

In all honesty, Melody had forgotten about the food.  To say that she was preoccupied was an understatement.  She was completely consumed by the naughty little game she and Zane had begun to play.  It was all she could think about, all she could focus on. 

But their food was ready and it was time to eat.

Melody picked up a fork and went through the motions, bringing pieces of perfectly roasted chicken to her mouth, chewing and swallowing.  It tasted good. Or at least it would have if she’d had the slightest bit of an appetite.  But as it was, she could barely taste the meal as it passed her lips.  All she could focus on was Zane and the heat between her thighs.

Suddenly, right as she was about to take a sip of water, the toy inside her came to life.  It began to vibrate insistently, the sensation nearly causing Melody to fall off her chair!  She jerked violently and spilled some water down the front of her dress. 

“Oops,” Zane murmured and just like that, the vibrations stopped and he pulled his hand out of his pocket.  He leaned across the table and, using a white linen napkin, dabbed the front of Melody’s dress dry.  “Sorry about that.  Guess I was a bit overeager to try out our fun new toy.”

Ah, that made sense.  The innocent looking toy inside Melody was a wireless vibrator...and Zane had the remote control in the pocket of his suit jacket.  She should have known.  She should have been expecting this. 

Someday she would grow wise to Zane’s tricks, she vowed.  But for now, nearly everything he did caught her off guard.  Actually, considering how knowledgeable, experienced and creative he was, maybe that would always be the case.  Maybe Zane would always keep Melody guessing and off balance.

The server reappeared at their table for what seemed like the millionth time that night. 

“All done here?” she asked Melody, seeking permission to clear the plate away. 

Even though Melody had barely even touched her food, she nodded gratefully.  “Yes, all done.”

“Would you two like to see a dessert menu?  Or if you would prefer, I could have the dessert cart brought around,” the server offered.

“No thank you!” Melody squeaked.

At the same time, Zane said, “I would love to see a dessert menu, thanks.”

Melody glowered at him from across the table, flushed and all worked up.  All she wanted was to get out of there and he knew it.   But he was doing everything he could to drag their evening out for as long as possible. 

“What?” he shrugged, feigning ignorance.  “What can I say?  I have a sweet tooth.”

After scrutinizing the dessert menu for what felt like
forever
, Zane ordered a chocolate raspberry truffle cheesecake.  It sounded like exactly the sort of thing Melody would normally love to indulge in, but she declined his suggestion that she order the same.  All she wanted was to hurry up and get out of there!

Zane ordered the dessert for her anyway, as well as a vanilla cappuccino.

She had to admit, the dessert was freaking fantastic.  For a brief, fleeting moment, she nearly forgot all about her predicament as she savored the delicious flavors.  But once she had demolished the cappuccino and polished off the cheesecake, Melody’s anxiety returned.

“Can we please go?” Melody finally whispered.

“Soon,” Zane promised.  “There’s only one more thing left to do.”

“What?” she demanded impatiently.

“You’re going to come for me.”

“What?!” she hissed, hoping she’d misheard him but knowing deep down that she hadn’t.

Melody didn’t have an opportunity to say anything else, because Zane chose that very moment to slip his hand into his pocket.  The vibrator suddenly came to life once again, this time buzzing more vigorously than before.  She gasped and nearly cried out, almost calling unwanted attention to herself.

Zane simply watched her, looking like he wanted to throw her down on the table and ravish her.  Then, although his facial expression didn’t change, the vibrator’s intensity reached a whole new level.  He had turned it up again!  It was unbearable.  It was wonderful.  It was...oh! 

Melody was going to explode and there was nothing she could do to stop it!

Clutching at the edge of the table, she bit her lip and tried to stay still.  Grinding her hips against the chair, all she could focus on was the toy buzzing away inside her and how amazing it felt.  It was quickly driving her toward the edge of a very steep cliff.  It was like she was at the top of a roller coaster – and there was no getting off this ride.  Oh God.  Oh...

Melody threw her head back and let out a low grunt, trying desperately to suppress her moans.  She clenched the edge of the table so tightly that her knuckles turned white.  The muscles in her neck strained as her face contorted in an expression of absolute bliss, her eyes momentarily rolling back in her head. 

Melody came hard for Zane, right there in the middle of the restaurant as he watched.

She almost couldn’t believe it, except she had to because it was really happening.  She had just experienced one of the most private things a person can experience right there in public at a fancy restaurant!  Once the seemingly relentless waves of pleasure finally began to subside and she could think again, she looked around worriedly.

Everybody else was going about their business, completely oblivious to what had transpired.

Only Melody and Zane knew what had just happened.  It was their dirty, fantastic, kinky little secret.  The realization didn’t only come as a relief, but it also elicited an unexpected reaction from Melody.  She was almost giddy with excitement and felt wonderfully close to Zane, as though they shared some sort of intimate bond that no one else could possibly understand.

She gazed at Zane from across the table, unable to find the words to adequately express herself.

He reached across the table and took her hand.  Her palms were sweaty after being forced to climax in public, but he didn’t seem to mind or even notice.  For a moment it was as though they were the only two people in the world.

Then Zane tore his gaze away and caught the attention of the passing server.  “Check please.”

Melody and Zane arrived back at the condo a couple hours later.  She had calmed down considerably by then, mostly because he hadn’t toyed with the remote control in his pocket since they had left the restaurant. 

Instead he had, true to his word, taken her out for a burger and cheesy fries.  And, since she had barely touched her entree at the restaurant, Melody had eaten ravenously.  She’d gobbled the meal down enthusiastically, not stopping until she was completely satisfied and deeply immersed in a delightful carb coma.

That fast food pit stop had been tastier than any gourmet meal on the face of the planet.  Melody had told Zane as much and he had immediately agreed, happily pointing out that no forks were required to down a burger and fries. 

Then he had informed her she looked hot as hell in her little black dress.  It was the fourth time he had said so that night...not that Melody minded!

They had decided right then and there that once a month, they would get dressed up in their finest clothes and go out for fast food.  Maybe it was a weird thing to do and maybe their sense of humor was quirky, but to Melody, it sounded perfect.

To Melody,
Zane
was perfect.

The second they arrived home, Melody felt a sudden burst of energy.  Feeling reinvigorated, she told him she was going to go take a quick shower.  She also let him know she intended to remove the toy, half-telling and half-asking.  He didn’t object.

Melody’s shower really was quick.  She was eager to get back to Zane.  And when she came out of the bathroom smelling of soap, she was wearing a slinky red lace nightgown that barely covered her privates.  She couldn’t have possibly made her intentions any clearer.

As it turned out, she didn’t have to drop any hints at all. 

Zane was already waiting for her in the master bedroom.  And he was in the mood to dominate.

“Get on the bed,” he told her, cutting right to the chase. 

Excitedly, Melody did as Zane said.  She crawled onto his bed, trying to look sexy as she did so. 

He was on her almost immediately, his body pressing hers into the mattress as he pinned her.  Melody could smell alcohol on his breath – clearly he’d enjoyed a few more beverages while she was having her shower.  And she could feel his hardness pressing against her thigh.  She moaned and squirmed against it, trying her best to tease.

Zane quickly and expertly secured her wrists to the bedposts.  Then he did something new:  he secured her ankles in the same fashion.  The bondage left her spread out in the shape of an X, her body completely accessible for him to inflict whatever perversions he desired.

Suddenly Zane grabbed Melody’s red lingerie and tore it to pieces with her bare hands.

“Hey!” she protested, stunned that he would do that.  “That was one of my favorites.”

“I’ll buy you another one,” he told her, unconcerned.  “Hell, I’ll buy you an entire lingerie store.”

Well then.  Melody wasn’t about to argue with
that
.  She made up her mind right then and there to do her best to stop questioning Zane.  She wanted to be able to just let go, to fully trust him and completely surrender to him.  So she said nothing, instead simply gazing up at him with unwavering adoration as she waited for him to make his next move.

She didn’t have to wait long.

Zane’s big, masculine hands ran over her naked body.  He touched her as though he owned her, as though she was a toy for him to amuse himself with.  His very skilful fingers stroked and rubbed and pinched, driving Melody wild.  Before long she was panting and moaning in lust, her body on fire.

That was when he retrieved a feather.

It was of those long, beautiful colored ones sold in craft stores.  This one looked like a peacock feather, vibrant with shades of green, teal and navy.  Melody looked at Zane questioningly, but there was no time to ask what he planned to do.  And as soon as he touched the feather to the tender flesh of her inner thigh, she knew.

“Oh!” she gasped, squirming as much as her bondage would allow. 

It didn’t tickle, exactly, but the whisper of the feather against her sensitive skin was definitely irritating and arousing all at once.  And when Zane moved the feather over to tease her privates, Melody shrieked from the sensation.  It was a good thing the condo had thick walls or else the neighbors may have thought somebody was being murdered!

“Stop!” she gasped, squealing and wailing and begging all at once.  Her hips bucked wildly as he repeatedly teased her most sensitive spot and then pulled the feather away.  But the bondage prevented Melody from moving very much at all.  She was completely helpless, tied to the bed and spread wide for Zane to torment.

It was sweet, exquisite torture.  The delicate caress of the feather was little more than a whisper, but the effect it had on her was enormous.  Who would have thought such an innocent, simple little feather could elicit such extreme responses? 

Melody couldn’t remember having ever been more turned on or more frustrated in her entire life.  Her sex was a hot, wet, pulsating mess.  Every time the feather returned to dance lightly across her hypersensitive little nub, it drove her wild. 

Aggravation and excitement washed over her in equal parts, leaving her confused, on edge and unsure of what she wanted.

She screamed for Zane to stop, but even as she begged she wasn’t sure what she was asking for.  Did she actually want him to stop?  Yes.  No.  It was impossible to say.  It was hard to even think.  Her face was as red as her nether regions, sweaty and contorted in an expression of tormented bliss. 

“Stop it!” Melody wailed again, her entire body trembling as she writhed in her bonds.

Zane ignored her.  In fact, if anything her pleas only seemed to spur him on, making him focus on his task that much more.  And Melody was shocked to discover his behavior only served to arouse her further.  The sheets beneath her were soaked and she couldn’t think of anything except that yearning deep in her belly...that itch that desperately needed to be scratched.

Though the touch of the feather was very light, Melody’s need was so great that she was pretty sure she could climax from it.  Or at least she would be able to if Zane would only let her.  But he kept pulling the damn feather away right as she approached the edge of the cliff, leaving her frustrated beyond belief.

“Please!” she screeched, half-sobbing.  “Please Zane!”

He finally acknowledged her.

He looked up from where he knelt between her spread thighs, his eyes alive with fiery passion.  “Please what?” he asked her knowingly.  He was well aware of what she wanted but he wasn’t about to simply hand it over.  No, he was going to make her beg and squirm and suffer.  That was what he loved.  It was what he craved. 

“Please let me!” Melody whimpered, her legs shaking. 

“Please let you what?”

The feather returned to stimulate her engorged flesh once again.

She groaned and her oversexed body jerked involuntarily, her privates feeling like they could easily go up in flames at any moment.  She couldn’t remember ever wanting or needing anything so much in her life.  If she didn’t soon get relief, she was sure she would most certainly die.

“Please let me...please let me come,” she sniveled.  “I need it!  I’ll do anything!  Just please...”

“You’ll do anything?” Zane replied as he leisurely twirled the feather around Melody’s throbbing button, obviously in no hurry to fulfill her request.  “What have I told you about making promises you can’t keep?”

“Please!” she mewled.

“I’ll make you a deal.”

“Yes!” she cried eagerly, agreeing before even hearing what the terms of the agreement were.  “I’ll do whatever you say.  Anything you want...I’m yours.  Please, please let me come!”  She sounded like a broken record but she didn’t care.  In that moment, she had a one track mind.

“Wait,” Zane cautioned.  “You don’t even know what you’re agreeing to.”

“I don’t care!”

“If I get you off, you let me spank you.”

“Yes!” Melody hissed, cutting Zane off before he’d even finished speaking.  “Yes, of course!”

“It’s going to be brutal,” he warned her.  “I won’t be going easy on you this time.”

“Okay!” 

Melody didn’t care.  In fact, his words didn’t even resonate with her.  She would have promised him the world in that moment...anything to get what she wanted.  She was practically beside herself with carnal desire.

The feather returned without warning.

It tickled all of Melody’s most sensitive spots, leaving her trembling uncontrollably.  Her entire body quivered, alight with sexual need.  And this time, mercifully, Zane didn’t pull away.  The hotter she got, the more diligently he pursued his task, leaning in close and flicking that glorious, maddening feather over her inflamed, swollen flesh. 

Maybe it was the slow, unbearable buildup that was to thank.  Or maybe it was the light, barely-there touch of the feather that did it.  Regardless of the reason, when Melody’s body finally erupted in climax, it was so powerful and overwhelming that it nearly caused her to pass out.  Never in her life had she known such white hot, scalding pleasure.  It was unreal.  It was ecstasy.

Arching her back and thrashing against her bonds, Melody tipped her head back and screamed.  She hollered and yowled until her throat was raw and her voice was hoarse.  Zane continued to pleasure her with the feather the entire time, causing her climax to go on and on until, after what seemed like an eternity, she slumped down to the mattress, exhausted.

Zane, who was still kneeling on the bed between Melody’s widely played thighs, watched her silently.  When she opened her eyes after a brief recovery period, she saw him there, patiently waiting for her to come back to Earth. 

She smiled dreamily.  “That was amazing.”

“I hope you haven’t forgotten about your end of the deal,” he replied.  “I gave you what you wanted.  Now it’s your turn to give me what I want.”

She looked down and saw he was still rock hard.  He’d evidently very much enjoyed the way her slow, sensual torture session had culminated in an explosive, all-consuming ending.  But whereas she had eventually gotten her satisfaction, Zane still hadn’t.  He was still very much turned on.

And he wanted to spank her.

Swallowing hard, Melody nodded.  She was trying to be brave about it.  Now that she’d gotten her relief, the prospect of getting a spanking wasn’t quite so hot.  When she had been turned on, her judgment had been clouded by lust. 
Anything
would have sounded good to her then.  But now...now the thought of being spanked seemed more humiliating than anything.

But she’d made a promise.

“I haven’t forgotten,” she told Zane bravely.

“Good girl,” he replied as he undid her restraints.  Then he sat down on the edge of the bed.  He beckoned to her, his clothing barely able to contain the big, hard bulge straining to break free.  “Get over my lap, facedown.” 

Melody still felt weak from the rollercoaster her body had just been taken on.  But she managed to crawl down to where Zane sat and, hesitantly, draped herself across his legs.  It was about the most demeaning position she could imagine, and certainly one that made her feel subservient.  But right now what she craved was to be held by him, not to have her bottom smacked!

A deal was a deal, or at least that was what she tried to tell herself.

Gritting her teeth in determination, Melody braced herself for the first blow.  It was delivered swiftly and, as Zane had warned her, severely.  She gasped and jerked away, taken aback by the sheer force of it.

Zane waited patiently for her to recover.  Then he spoke. 

“Get back in position.”

This time he aimed for her other cheek, and his goal was apparently to turn Melody’s bottom as red as her face.  He gave her two hard smacks, the second of which nearly made her cry out.  It was impossible for her to hold still, and she jumped reflexively at the pain.

“Stop squirming,” Zane ordered.

“I’ll try.”

The next blow was even worse, perhaps because it hit an area that had already been tenderized.  Melody shrieked and nearly toppled right off of Zane’s lap and onto the floor.  But he caught her at the last minute, holding her firmly in place.

“That’s why I told you to stay still,” he scolded, his tone impossible to read.

“I’m trying, I swear!  But it hurts,” she protested.  “I can’t help it.”

“Can’t you?” he asked as though he held all the answers to every question in the universe.

“I...I don’t understand.”

“You withstood the last spanking I gave you pretty well,” he recalled.

“Yes but you’re hitting harder this time,” Melody told him from her position across his lap. 

She didn’t understand where Zane’s line of questioning was headed or what he was expecting of her.  All she knew was that she felt very small and very vulnerable draped across his lap with her bare bottom exposed for a spanking.  Worse yet, it felt like she was being punished for absolutely no reason.  Even though it was a game she had agreed to, Melody was getting upset.