Safewords: Davenport and Chiffon (25 page)

When he finally stopped, she heard the loopy being thrown down, felt his cock at her asshole. He'd told her earlier in the week she was to stay lubed at all times so he could fuck her anytime. She wanted more pain now, and wished she'd neglected to add it.

Thankfully, he wasn't gentle, and her ass was sore from the frequent use. It was perfect, and she howled through the pain, fighting to keep her hands and feet in place through his pounding even though she didn't have to anymore—as long as she stayed close during this part, he'd be pleased, but she wanted to show him her control, needed to give all of herself to him.

The order to orgasm came just before he went wild, gripping her hips and destroying her from the inside out as her climax tore through her, heating her blood past the boiling point until she thought her head would fly off. Her world spun out of control, colors and sounds merging together as heat shot deep inside her, filling her.

Zach lifted her into his arms and carried her to bed, gently laying her on her side before rolling her onto her stomach. He held her until she floated into the blissful darkness, sleep crashing around her, pulling her under.

Dana awakened in agony, her ass swollen, hot, and aching. She groaned, heard Zach's voice. “Shhh, you're okay. I'm here. Do you need more ice?"

It took her a minute to realize what ice meant, and the significance of the wonderful throbbing sensation blanketing her ass and thighs. “Can I see, Sir? I have to use the restroom anyway, will you help me up?"

He nodded and walked around the bed, supporting her as she slid off, holding his arm around her waist to walk her into the bathroom. She twisted around to view her ass in the mirror and saw the harsh, sideways teardrop shaped welts and bruises left by the Loopy Johnny.

Topical bruises layered over deep ones, decorated by welts. She reached her hand back, trailed her fingers lightly over the skin and felt dozens of raised contusions in one swipe across. She twisted to hug Zach, throwing her arms around him.

"Thank you, Sir. Oh god, thank you so much. How did you know I needed it?"

"Because I know my pet. You seem pretty steady now, are you okay?"

She let go of him, stepped back, her balance fine. Mostly. “I think so, how long did I sleep?"

"About four hours. I've been rotating ice on and off while you slept. I should've put more on about fifteen minutes ago, but had a feeling you may rouse soon and didn't want to take a chance on you waking up alone. If you're all right I'll run down and get some more."

"I'm good. Thank you. Again."

He smiled and left, not even insisting she sit on the toilet first. As soon as she'd lost her hang-ups about peeing in front of him, it stopped being a big deal.

She was climbing back into bed as he returned with the ice, and she sighed with relief as the cold began to cancel out the heat.

"We're not in scene rules now, right Sir? Can we talk?"

He stroked her back, and she turned her head to the other side to see his face.

"I thoroughly enjoyed giving you those marks. I'm not sorry, I have no regrets, and I'm not disgusted with myself—or you. Is that what you wished to know?"

The fist squeezing her heart relaxed and she reached up with her hand to hold his, bringing it to her mouth to kiss his fingers. No words were needed, and they lay together, both secure in the fact she was his, and he was hers.

Dana felt her eyes closing, remembered how close they'd come to walking away from each other, thought of the game of Truth or Dare that brought them back together, and realized she'd never asked Zach about his question to Brent.

"Sir? When you asked Brent if he was attracted to you... have the two of you had whatever conversation you needed to have about it?"

"No, but I've talked to Kirsten, and I've been working up the nerve to talk to Brent."

She kissed his hand again. “Can you tell me what you're thinking?"

He sighed, patting her back and then pushing his body down the bed until he was lying beside her, so they were face to face. “Sometimes it feels as if Brent is tiptoeing around me, like he's paranoid I'll suddenly realize I'm naked in a room with a gay man, and I'll freak. I want us to get beyond that, and if it means we need to beat each other off to convince him I'm comfortable around him and won't come unhinged if he accidentally touches me while we're all having sex, I think I'm up for it."

Dana wasn't sure it was a good strategy, but she sensed Zach had more to say, and she added, “But...."

He smiled; amused she'd known there was more. “But Kirsten says I shouldn't offer unless I'm honestly curious about how it'll feel, she thinks doing it just to prove I'm cool with touching and being touched is a bad idea. But I sense I need to do
something
."

"Maybe you should talk to him, tell him what you told me? Simply having the conversation may be enough to put him at ease."

When Jacob arrived Friday she discovered she'd be allowed to fuck him with her pussy, and she regretted her outburst all the more. Still, her ass and mouth got a lot of use in that period, and she grew tired of having to keep her ass constantly lubricated. She did though, as she soon learned Zach would use her when he wanted, and he didn't take it easy on her if she wasn't lubed.

The next seven weeks were a flurry of activity at work as she attempted to finish all of her projects before she took a month off to get married and play.

Brent put Jacob into the jailbird a month before their wedding date, and Dana's pussy couldn't play anymore.

Dana designed a curved Prince Albert wand with a large diamond on one end and a prominent D on the other. Brent's jeweler specialized in that sort of thing, and she was assured it would feel perfect when he fucked her. She worked with one of the piercers so she'd be able to take his ring out and put the wand in, with special plans for her to do it after the wedding ceremony.

The two Doms had their talk behind closed doors and the next time the four of them played, she could tell Brent was more relaxed when in close proximity to Zach. She'd never noticed him being careful of Zach before, but now that he wasn't she could tell the difference.

She and Zach drafted a new contract, with plans to sign it the afternoon of their wedding. This one was permanent, with no end date, and it gave him the right to decide whether to honor her safeword or not, at any time. She was still required to use it as a communication tool, but it was no longer a guarantee he'd stop.

Dana spent an hour looking up hospitals to find the best in the areas they'd travel for their honeymoon, but otherwise decided she couldn't worry about what might happen. She was comforted by the fact that with four people together, she wouldn't be making decisions alone if someone got sick.

She and Zach changed their wills, which was probably the most emotional part of the wedding preparations. He put her name on the house, as well as on all of his bank and investment accounts. They also changed the titles on all of their vehicles to show both names.

Dana had known Zach was rich, but hadn't realized exactly how much money he'd accumulated, and was a little intimidated by it. He'd put her at ease, reminding her money could buy security, but not happiness. He could see to her security if something happened to him, but she'd be responsible for her own happiness.

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Dana awakened the morning of her wedding and snuggled closer to Jacob. She looked at the clock, saw it was almost nine, and rolled over to rouse him. They'd need breakfast soon, so they could start getting ready.

"Wake up, sleepyhead. We're getting married today."

He opened his eyes and looked at her a few seconds before breaking out in a smile. “We are, aren't we? God, we've got a lot to do. Do you want the shower while I call down to room service? Still want the same thing you picked out last night?"

"Yeah, eggs and oatmeal, the least likely foods to upset my stomach."

Jacob gave her the full Diva treatment, just as he'd pamper a star he was preparing for the red carpet. He chattered nervously as he worked, and she loved him for it.

"I wonder how Brent and Zach made it last night? I can't believe we talked them into letting us stay together, so they wouldn't see us on our wedding day until we walked down the aisle."

Dana laughed. “I'm sure they're fine. Probably plotting what to do to us after the ceremony. Can you work on the corset a little more, please? Zach will expect it much tighter, since I can still breathe. Besides, he put me in it for the final fitting, so the dress will be too small unless you pull as hard as he did."

Jacob got more leverage and constricted it in, inch by inch, as he talked. “How much did Zach tell you about what they've planned for, you know, after the ceremony?"

"Not much, but you know Brent asked us not to discuss it. What's up, Jacob? You don't usually disobey his orders."

Jacob fastened the laces at the bottom and sat on the bed, sighing as he said, “I know, it's just I've been in the jailbird a month, and have assumed he'll let me out today, but he hasn't told me he will."

She turned and stroked his face. “It's harder when you're not being punished, isn't it?"

"Yes. When I know I deserve it, I can deal with it. But when it's just for his amusement it rankles sometimes."

"Would you want the power to safeword out of it?"

"That's the fucked up part, isn't it? I could've negotiated for it when we redid the contract. We changed a bunch of things around while we were at it, and I opted not to ask for changes to his ability to put me in chastity. I want him to have the control, but I hate that he has it."

"No, it's not fucked up. I get it. But speaking of your jailbird, I'm supposed to put your ball spreader on at least two hours before the ceremony. Stand and spread your legs."

Dana couldn't believe the butterflies in her stomach as she and Jacob stood outside the chapel door. They'd be walking each other down the aisle, and would give each other away. This ceremony was for the four of them, and no one else's business.

Zach was so handsome in his tux, and she was so used to seeing Brent in jeans she had to do a double-take at the way he filled his. The three tuxedos matched in color—black and white in all the same places, but the cuts were different, so each could be their own individual groom. Dana's dress was white, but form fitting, and with a removable train so she'd be able to wear it at the reception once they returned home.

The train almost acted as a hobble, and combined with the corset, made her feel very submissive as she walked down the aisle to Zach.

Her vows included the honoring, obeying, and serving parts, as did Jacob's.

She thought they'd never get to the kiss, but when they did, it was only a promise of what was yet to come.

Both couples signed their new contracts in the limo, the submissives required to read them aloud first, which was harder than Dana had anticipated. They had an hour's drive between destinations, and she thought she'd go crazy with arousal as Zach refused to do more than caress and kiss her until the limo finally dropped them off at one of the premier BDSM clubs in the area.

The group had rented the space for the afternoon, but she only knew the Doms planned to make their wedding day memorable. Dana would have an opportunity to take the ring out of Jacob's piercing and insert the curved wand she'd had made, but she didn't know what else to expect.

Zach led her into the playspace and carefully removed her dress, leaving her in white heels and a white underbust corset, with garters holding up white thigh high stockings. He posed her like a mannequin, telling her not to move while he took care removing his tux and hanging everything.

She wasn't sure where Brent and Jacob were, and stopped caring when Zach took her into his arms and kissed her, his lips sliding over hers, and his tongue casually dominating her mouth. He carried her to one of the padded bondage tables, laying her face up and climbing between her legs. He casually licked and sucked from nipples, to ears, to neck, back to nipples—his lack of urgency making her crazy.

His mouth gradually became more demanding, his hands possessive, and he played her body as a conductor does the orchestra—skillfully eliciting moans and pleadings, slowly building to a crescendo before he braced himself and plunged into her, their gazes holding as he entered her for the first time in almost four months.

Her senses exploded, fireworks shooting through her, and he drove himself into her again, fighting the orgasm coursing through her body as he shoved her knees back and thrust deeper. She cried out in pleasure as he pounded her, and she did her best to move her hips with him, to give back as good as she was getting. He hadn't restrained her and she took full advantage of it, wanting to make him lose control, hungering to see him mindless with lust, and she used her hands and mouth and hips to drive him on.

She watched the storm inside of him gather until his restraint disintegrated and he ravished her, took her, used her until he gave himself to her and collapsed, his body shuddering over hers for several long minutes before he rolled to the side, gasping for air.

He regained his breath first, and turned sideways, writing invisible words on her stomach and making her guess them—love, property, pet, fucktoy.

"I should've told you earlier, but you have permission to come as often as you like today. I think we've both recovered, and there's something I'd like to do while we wait for Brent and Jacob to join us. I need to put you into one of these swings though. Let me help you up."

He strapped her into the swing—arms, legs, and body secured to it with legs spread and feet pointing in the air, everything on display.

He pulled a chair up, took a seat, and began unscrewing her clit piercing. She held as still as she could as he removed it, and watched as he withdrew a case from the bag at his feet. He opened the box and displayed the contents, and she gasped at the delicate beauty. He'd designed a horseshoe shape with a blue gemstone on either side—dark blue and light blue, matching the color of their eyes.