Safewords: Davenport and Chiffon (5 page)

And then it was gone.

His hand rubbed her shoulder, smoothed its way down her body, chasing away the fiery needles. “Breathe for me, I'll give you time to recover and we'll do it again, exactly the same, another three seconds."

He waited until her breathing normalized and warned her this time, counting down from five, the anticipation and fear like adding creole seasoning to the soup. As his count landed on zero the pain thundered through her again, sharp jagged streaks of lightning blazing through her breasts and clit, pussy and ass, as she thrashed violently in the sling.

Until it stopped, and his hands were back, soothing her, convincing her muscles to relax. Instead of relaxing, they went into overdrive—the pain followed by his calming voice and comforting touch giving her goose bumps turning into shivers, transforming into spasms, blossoming into pure bliss—and her orgasm took her under.

"Open your eyes, pet. Don't hide from me. Let me see."

His eyes were implacable, demanding total submission, and she fell into them, wanting to give all of herself, and to apologize for the climax—but his relentless gaze shot it into the stratosphere and she was helpless to stop the crescendo. His eyes held her in thrall as she writhed and convulsed in frenzied ecstasy until she couldn't breathe anymore, and her eyelids finally broke the connection.

The pain returned the instant her eyes closed, killing the orgasm, and flashing her into a screaming blaze of anguish.

Dana lost track of how many times the process was repeated, and she had no idea when it progressed from three seconds to five. She knew, on some level, he was using more electricity now than he'd been using before, because her body went out of control faster, and jerked more than it had in the beginning, but she welcomed each countdown now, thankful the pain was coming again, and then relieved it stopped. She was aware she was screaming, and could feel the tears going down the side of her face and running into her ears.

"Dana, I need you to listen to me, nod if you can hear me, please."

She heard him, but it was as if he was at the other end of a tunnel. She nodded and he said, “This is the last time, but I don't know how long it will be—I'll stop when I think you've had enough. You can come if you want. I'm not sure you'll be able to, but if you can manage it, you have permission. This is going to be rough, the grand finale. Do you understand?"

She nodded, but then shook her head.

"No to what?"

She tried to get the words out around the gag, “Not last time. More.” It didn't sound even close to what she'd attempted, but he understood.

"Oh, you sweet thing. I'm in charge and this is it. Final countdown—three, two, one, zero."

Her screams came involuntarily, milliseconds after the current began coursing through her cells. The pain was the worst she'd experienced, thousands of shivering knives of electricity dancing across her skin, through her muscles, up her bowels, inside of her pussy, across and through and under her clit and nipples. Her breasts drew up and she thought her clit might fly off as her lower body jerked in the swing, thrusting as if fucking the air. Dana's mind splintered as she felt her body turning inside out.

When the pain stopped, she felt electrodes pulling off, the plug in her pussy coming out, whatever was on her clit taken away. The bit gag was removed, her hands were released, her legs were gently let down, and she was lifted and carried across the room and tenderly placed on the bed.

A cool, damp, cloth soothed her nerve endings and wiped the sweat from her body. The towel grew warm and she heard him dipping it in a bowl, wringing it out. He started at her face, worked his way down her body, stopping when he reached mid-thigh, soothing all of the skin between, and paying special attention to the places the electricity had focused.

Something warm was at her pussy. She couldn't find the energy to raise her head and look, but recognized his tongue, his mouth, his breath. As good as it felt, she needed more.

"More. Please. Cock, not tongue. Please.” Her voice was scratchy, hoarse from screaming.

His head left her pussy and he moved up her body. She felt a hand on her face, lips on her lips. She tasted herself, and reached out with her tongue.

He kissed her breathless before he began a route down her body with his mouth.

And then, nothing. No touch. She moaned in frustration.

"Patience, little one. Let me get the condom on and you'll get my cock. You'll be tight, it's perfectly normal, don't think something's wrong."

His body was back, on top of her without touching, his cock forging in, stretching her so she felt every millimeter of him. She summoned enough energy to lift her eyelids, and her eyes met his. Crystal Blue. Compassionate. Gentle.

"Need to come. Please, Sir."

"Yes, you have permission. As many times as you want. I won't expect you to have control right now. Come for me, pet."

Her release was gentle, sliding to the zenith and gently spreading into bliss at the top, flowing like a time-lapse film of blooming roses. Zach slid in and out, slowly, smoothly, letting her orgasm blossom into being, and then nudging it along as he picked up speed.

He stayed with her, working her through the peak, and backing off a little when it ended. “You are so fucking tight, and your inner muscles are driving me insane every time you come.” He stopped talking, as if trying to gain control. “You still have permission, as often as you wish, but I need to fuck you hard, pet."

She wasn't sure why he said it as an apology, until the first true thrust came, jarring her, pushing her up the bed, his pubic bone slamming into hers and pulling back only to crash into her again. She'd forgotten the plug was still in her ass, but the hardness of it suddenly made itself known, and she didn't think there was enough room for his cock and the plug, too.

He lifted his upper body more, took a few seconds to resituate his knees, and began pistoning into her, his hips working like a machine, his breath coming faster. She was driven up the bed, every ruthless plunge shoving her entire body. He stopped and dragged her to him with a harsh snarl, ramming back in all at once, another frontal assault as he hammered into her, yanked out, only to ram himself in again at full force. Hot lava pooled between her legs, sparks lighting more flames with every brutal thrust.

She didn't know what to do with her legs and wrapped them around him, hoping it would help her stay under him. Her arms embraced his neck, and she was a barnacle, clinging to him for dear life as he continued to impale her on his cock, over and over again.

Her orgasm struck in a frenzy of pure sensation and her scratchy voice belted out low-pitched noises as she thrashed under him, her muscle memory reacting as if current was flowing through her again. He arched his back and pushed up with his arms, plunging into her one last time, pinning her hips to the bed as he jerked inside of her and she heard him give a deep, primal growl she thought would never end.

Zach gently pulled her right leg down before collapsing sideways, landing beside her, gasping for air. “Sorry, need a few minutes. You okay?"

Dana smiled, her body so relaxed she couldn't tell where it ended and the bed began. “I'm perfect. Take your time. If I could, I'd handle condom disposal and get
you
a drink, but I'm not sure I can walk just yet."

His breathing still ragged, he said, “Don't you dare move. Stay put, let me hold you."

She looked down, realized the condom would make a mess soon if it wasn't taken care of, and was aware enough to do that, at least. However, the moment her fingers wrapped around, he gasped and jerked away.

"Shhh, it's okay. There's a towel over here, let me get the condom off and into it."

He sounded like every word took his last bit of energy. “Give me the towel, I'll take it off."

She winced as he pulled the condom off—his distressed countenance, and the gasp as he slid it down. The thought went through her mind she'd enjoy watching Jacob struggle with the pain, but she hurt for Zach. Using her last reserves, she folded the towel over and sat up long enough to put it at the foot of the bed, feeling a little lightheaded.

He stretched his hand towards her as she sank back down, and she rested her head in the crook of his arm and snuggled in, closing her eyes and drifting off.

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Dana finished her sports drink and reached for the protein shake, which tasted as if it had five times more honey than the earlier one, and the perfect mixture of vanilla, cinnamon, and apple. Zach was drinking one along with her, both propped up on pillows, side by side on the playroom bed.

"Feeling better? You had me worried when I first woke you."

"I'm fine. Amazingly so. I mean, for the level of pain you gave me, I'm tired, kind of zapped, but nothing
hurts
."

"You slept for two hours, I would've let you sleep longer but I wanted to get some calories into you. Now that it's over, do you think you could've taken more? You weren't ready for me to stop. Are you disappointed I did? Or was it the right call?"

"I don't know; this is all new to me. Part of me wants to say yes.” She smiled, remembering. “I
really
didn't want you to stop. It was so much different this time. When you did it before, it went on and on, and I couldn't handle it. It was impossible to stay on top of the pain, there was no way to sink into it, accept it. But today, it came in intense bursts, so it's closer to the way my body reacts to heavy impact play."

"That's what I was going for. Your heart handled it fine, and your oxygen stayed at safe levels when I kept it to five seconds. I stopped the final time at eighteen seconds, when you dropped to ninety-three, but it rebounded quickly when I turned everything off. Do you think this can take the place of extreme impact?"

"Honestly? No. I'm sorry, but...” she sighed. “I missed having that kind of impact play. I've let it go once in my life, convinced myself I could do without it, and I'm not doing it again, Zach. What you did today was great, but it's not a replacement. I've tried to tell you, the marks are part of the experience. I
like
seeing and feeling them afterwards."

"Okay, that's a conversation for a different day. I've got you for another two hours. You have three minutes of discipline coming for orgasms without permission—the first with the chain, another during the pleasure portion of the electricity, and a final one near the beginning of the pain portion."

"Crap, I forgot about the third. What do I have to do for three minutes?"

"It won't be pleasant. Are you ready to get it over with?"

She closed her eyes, knowing if he relented she'd be disappointed, but wished he would. Opening her eyes, seeing the look on his face, she knew nothing would be called off.

"Yes, I suppose."

"That's several sentences in a row without a Sir. Since you aren't feeling very submissive at the moment, I believe it's appropriate to ask this question of you. When we're playing I encourage you to safeword, to let me know when it's too much; but for punishment, an escape clause defeats the purpose. Do you trust me enough yet to allow for punishments and consequences without a safeword?"

Panic and arousal battled to answer, but she forced her logical brain to the forefront. “Three minutes?"

"The entire thing will likely last closer to ten or fifteen, as I'll need to bind you into position. It's not terribly complex, but enough so it'll take me seven or eight minutes. When the final piece is in place the timer will start, with a few things added at the end of each minute, and then removing everything and unbinding you should take another three or four minutes."

"But three minutes of actual pain?"

"Hmmm. No. Probably closer to four or five minutes of pain, and six to eight of intense discomfort, but only about three and a half of severe pain."

Deep down, Dana didn't want the ability to get out of her punishment, or discipline, as he was calling it. She knew he wouldn't intentionally harm her, and she trusted his judgment, so he wasn't likely to cause accidental injury through carelessness. She took a centering breath and said, “Yes, Sir. I trust you enough to get rid of my safeword for this punishment. We'll need to talk later about making it a long term understanding between us."

He nodded. “It looks like you're finished. Let's go for a walk outside to let your food digest and stretch our legs, then we'll come in and take care of it."

Dana was in the severe discomfort portion, sincerely regretting all three orgasms.

He'd put her into an armbinder, bent her over, and attached her wrists to the overhead winch—dragging them up and forcing her forward at a ninety degree angle. He'd braided rope through her hair and tied it off to an inflatable plug in her ass—pumped until there was no danger of coming out—and had secured them close together, pulling at her scalp and asshole painfully. She bent her neck and aimed her face high, pushing her back into a deep arch as she desperately tried to find relief.

He was currently connecting her right ankle to the winch with her foot pointing to the ceiling, at the very limit of what her muscles would allow.

Once he was satisfied with her leg, he inserted a cock gag long enough she had to fight her gag reflex when he pushed it in, saying “It has a hole through the middle, if you relax your tongue and jaw you can breathe through the gag as well as your nose. If you squeeze or bite, the hole will close.” He put his hand in front of it. “Blow, let me feel the air."

She followed his instructions and realized he was right. Her gag reflex was just on the edge of kicking in, but if she concentrated on fighting it, and relaxing, it was easier. Her mouth was stretched wide and she knew her jaw would be hurting long before the three minutes were up.

A clamp came into her vision—not a BDSM clamp, but one you'd buy at Home Depot, to hold pieces of wood together to turn them into plywood.

"A clover clamp will go on your clit, and these are going on your nipples. I'll use felt between the clamps and your skin, and when we're done they'll be pulled off, not taken off. I'll put four ounce weights on to start, and at the end of each minute I'll add another four ounces to every clamp, as well as an additional two to four pumps of the butt plug, depending on how much resistance I feel."