Safeword: Matte (7 page)

“Tell me you want me.” His voice was deeper than normal, the vibrations sliding over her skin just ahead of the heat of his breath.

She closed her eyes a few seconds, thinking about it, realizing she was ready. “I want you.”

“My way?”

“As long as I can talk, I think so.”

“Are you on the pill?”

She shook her head. “No, the hormones screw with me. I've got an IUD, but you'll need to use a condom for now.”

He kissed her neck. “Okay. Since you'll be talking, everything you say must have a Sir in it somewhere, no punishment threat at this time, you'll do it to show who we are to each other. Our first time will start out, and possibly end, as something close to vanilla. I need to learn your body before I'm too rough with it. Our second time will not be vanilla in any shape or form, and it will happen shortly after the first time.”

His hand went to her breast, caressing it through the oversized shirt she was wearing, the sensations shooting straight through her.

“We have too many clothes on. Would you like to stand and strip, or should I rip your clothes off?”

“Um, I can stand and strip, Sir.”

“Then you should do so.”

She unwound herself from his arms and gracefully rolled out of bed, landing on her feet. He was watching her, his eyes like a tiger's, following his prey. She crossed her arms and grabbed the bottom of her shirt with both hands before raising her arms and pulling the shirt off over her head, casually letting it drop to the floor. She hadn't slept in a bra, so this left her standing there in only her shorts with panties on under them. Reaching for the waistband of the shorts, she made sure she had the waistband of the panties as well before quickly stripping them off and standing back up, naked.

She moved to get back into bed but he said, “No. Stay where you are.”

He stood on his side of the bed and pulled his shorts off. She didn't know if there had been underwear or not. If so, he’d done as she had and pulled everything off all at once. He had the biggest cock she'd ever seen. Like the rest of him, it was bigger than life.

Sam felt her eyes getting big as she stuttered out, “You're... that’s not... I don't think you're going to fit, Ethan.”

His eyes softened, no hint of the sadist in them at all. “It's why I said the first time would resemble vanilla. Trust me, okay? We'll make it fit. The width just takes time to work up to, but not all women can take all of my length, and that's okay. Let me learn what you can take. Do you trust me to make it good for you?”

His cock was bigger around than her fist at its widest point. She had no idea how he was going to fuck her without hurting her but... hey, wasn't that kind of the point? Wow, a sadist with the perfect tool.

“It’d be a bitch for someone who wasn't a sadist to have a cock like yours, wouldn't it? Sir?”

He didn't smile. “I can fuck you without being a sadist; it's possible to make it about pleasure and not pain. There will be pleasure and pain our first time, and our second time will be soon after the first, when you're still ready for it. The second time will be rough. Please trust me, Samantha.”

She took a deep breath. “Of course I trust you. You've shown me you’re interested in knowing how I'm dealing with the pain you've given me, the way you reacted to the yellow and red hand signals – thank you. And deciding to cut short the tawse because you weren't sure it was a good idea, it was a good call. You've taken care of my bruises several times, and the cream you've used seems to really be helping. Even without Kirsten telling me you'd learned from the best and are a stand-up guy, I’d trust you. Sir.”

He smiled. “Good. No restraints this time. Strip the bed of the blankets and the top sheet and get into it. I want to see you offer yourself to me.”

She did as instructed, positioning herself in the center of the bed on her back in the shape of an X. Hoping it was what he was looking for.

“Knees by your shoulders. Offer your pussy to me, Samantha. I've seen you stretch out in the dojo, I know you're flexible – show me.

She bent her knees and lifted her feet off the bed, aiming them up past her head, reaching up with her hands to grab her feet and straightening her legs out. She knew he could see everything she had like this, knew she was spread open, and had never felt so vulnerable. She looked up into his eyes, saw he was looking at her face and not her pussy.

“Thank you. You're beautiful. That's the offer I was looking for. I won't ask you to hold this too much longer, but keep holding for me.” He got onto the bed and kneeled below her, touching both of her ankles and running his hands along the backs of her legs and down to her pussy.

Sam almost came unglued at the sensations. It was all she could do to hold position and not squirm away. “It's too much, Ethan, Sir. It's too much!”

“You took the cane like a pro, but you can't handle my hand running down the back of your leg?”

She shook her head no, using her eyes to plead with him. He smiled at her and gave her a more firm touch with his hands, running them from ankle to crotch.

“Better?”

“Yes, thank you, Sir. That's nice.”

He reached up and grabbed her ankles. “Bend your knees. Now put your arms in front of your legs, hook your knees over them… yes, perfect. Keep them out to the side for me. Can you hold this position a while?”

The position was surprisingly comfortable, so she nodded in the affirmative. He kept looking at her, expectantly. Ah. He wanted it verbally. “Yes, Sir.”

The expectant look went away, but he was still all business. “You'll tell me when you’re getting close to an orgasm, and I'll either give you permission to come, or I won't. Since you say you've had minimal training in orgasm control there will be no punishment for orgasming without permission today, but I expect you to tell me when you are close. I will either give permission or help you not come. Tell me you understand.”

“I understand, Sir.”

He spent the next fifteen or twenty minutes alternating fingers and mouth, giving both her pussy and clit a lot of attention. He spread her out with his fingers, gently manipulating her, stretching and moving and molding her the way he wanted her. She felt her pussy widening, stretching open more and more and more. She wanted to come a few times, but when she told him she was getting close he backed off until the urge went away. Each time it was harder and it took longer for it to go away.

When at last he removed his fingers, rolled on a condom, and got into position, she was ready to explode, but she still looked at his cock doubtfully, not at all sure he was going to fit himself into her. He put extra lube on the condom and leaned over her. “Put your feet on my shoulders, Samantha. Push with them if you want me to slow down. No kicking or I'll take charge of them,” he said, placing them so they were right on his pecs, “but you can give me feedback by pushing me away when you think it's too much.”

He lined up and began to slowly and steadily push himself in, looking into her eyes as he sank into her, the head enormous as it went in, but spongier, so she could tell when the head was past and the hard length of his cock began to enter. She was thankful he'd added extra lube as he slid into her, looking into her eyes until she felt as if her very soul were naked before him, but in the process, making himself vulnerable, too. She could see into his soul, she could see the restraint he was using, could see he wanted to thrust, wanted to take her all at once. She'd had her feet placed firmly on his chest, but she relaxed them, showing him she could take it. He didn't increase his speed, he kept himself in control, continued to go slowly, using what appeared to be an iron control to regulate his speed.

And then he hit bottom, hit her cervix, and her feet did what he'd obviously intended them to do, began pushing, trying to make him stop. He quickly pulled back a few inches before dropping his hips lower, closer to the bed without going deeper, and began to go in again at a different angle, aiming up more, towards her belly button instead of going straight in. A bit faster this time, but not much, and he slowed down again when he must have been at the same depth he'd hit her cervix the last time. But this time, he could keep going. When he reached the end and began pushing past it, he wasn't hitting her cervix and she could deal with it.

She looked at him and smiled, but he didn't smile back. Just kept pushing until once again he was suddenly too deep and she was pushing with her feet and gasping in pain. He pulled back a bit and reached for her legs, dropping her right leg down to the bed, and lining her left leg up so it crossed his chest and went over the opposite shoulder. Her body was twisted, with him inside of her, and once again he began the inexorable push in, going slowly. Amazingly, this time he kept going until she felt his body bumping up against the outside of her pussy. When he was all the way in he looked at her and said, “This good for you?”

She nodded. She'd never been in this position before, it was... odd. But it worked, and he was all the way in. He began to pull out and go back in. Slowly at first, an inch out and an inch in. He gradually picked up speed and momentum. It hurt and burned and she didn't want it to end as they looked into each other’s eyes and he claimed her, fucking her with his massive cock, taking her like no one had ever managed to take her before. She heard thunder rumbling in the distance and suddenly knew she was close to coming.

“Sir, Ethan, please… I'm close!” She'd almost messed up; he wanted her to tell him when she was close, but not to ask to come. She hadn't understood the distinction at first, but it was a huge difference. He was so precise about vocal stuff, it was a new kind of D/s experience for her, and she wasn't sure yet if she liked it. In some ways, the control was more pervasive than she thought she was comfortable with, but in other ways she loved how he was doing these things to her, altering the thinking part of her mind as well as the non-thinking parts.

“I don't think I can stop it, Sir, I'm very close!”

“Then come for me, Samantha, come on my cock.”

He went in and held and she did as instructed, her muscles clamping down on him for all they were worth. He was so big. She thought she had adjusted to accommodate his size, but realized that wasn't the case when she was orgasming around him, her muscles wanting to contract around his cock, but his cock not allowing them any room to move. She screamed at the sensations, trying to breathe, and they locked eyes once again, her orgasm draining out of her into his cock, her soul locked onto his through their eyes. He pulled out a few inches and said, “Roll on over with your upper body, the goal is to end up on knees and elbows.”

He moved the leg on his shoulder down the side of his body and before she knew it, she was as he'd said, on knees and elbows with half of his cock still in her pussy. She felt his hand on her lower back, “Very good, now put your arms out to your side, palms down, pull your chest towards your knees, arch your back. Beautiful.”

He started the slow drive back into her, but this time she couldn't see into his eyes, could only feel his cock in her pussy, constant pressure pushing him ever so slowly back into her. Just as she felt him at her cervix he self-corrected and began to aim downwards more, still going slowly. Then without warning, he put his hands on the small of her waist, above her hips, and used the leverage to push all the way into her. Once there, he moved his hands to the bed beside her face and pulled farther out than he'd pulled yet, then pushed all the way home again.

“You good with that?”

His voice sounded ragged, like he was barely holding onto his control. She was good with this, very good, so she said, “Yes, much more and I'll need to come again.” Her voice sounded pretty ragged, too.

“You can come when you want, but try to hold off until I'm coming. If you need me to stop use your safeword, Samantha.”

He began pounding her with his massive cock, those strong legs plunging into her and then ripping it out only to shove himself back into her again. He'd spent so much time making sure she was ready for him, and now she was just a vessel being used to get him off, like an animal rutting without thought for the other animal.

“I'm going to... Oh, God.” She heard her screams, none of them a complete scream, just a long string of staccato noises as her body spasmed around his cock. Ethan lost his rhythm, pounding into her with no tempo a dozen times and he let out a primal yell and went in and stayed, his cock a pulsing monster inside of her as he filled the condom.

He pulled out and staggered to the bathroom. She heard the sink for a brief moment and then he came back with a washcloth and wiped her down, cleaning her up gently, checking her over.

“I'm good, Ethan.”

He looked up. “Scene's not over, Samantha.”

Oh. Well, who would have thought she could get horny again so soon? But that did it. “Sorry, Sir. How will I know when it's over?”

“I'll tell you. Or we'll agree to a time before hand. Most of the time, if I'm still paying attention to you sexually you can assume I'm still in Dom mode. Sexual submissive. Sexual Dom. Right?”

“I.” She stopped, started again. “Okay. That makes sense, Sir. I think we need more conversation about it, but now's not the time.”

“Noted. I have a very good idea of where your cervix is and how I can avoid hitting it. If you say the word c
ervix
while we’re having sex, it can act as a kind of safeword between us so I know I need to change angles or positions or something. It is not my intention to hurt you that way – I could tell the difference in the kinds of pain by the tone of your voice and the way you were breathing, but if I miss it feel free to scream out c
ervix
to get my attention.”