No Safeword: Matte - the Honeymoon (7 page)

He backed up and flicked his wrist twice, and Sam
gave a quiet yelp as she realized just how bad this was going to hurt. He must
have seen the terror in her eyes, because he smiled and said, “Don’t look down.
Show me you don’t have to look at them to make sure they’re okay.”

His hand went into motion, and was a blur as he went
back and forth, left breast to right breast. Every lash struck the outside of
both breasts for a while, and then he switched the pattern so he struck the
insides, still alternating right and then left in a never-ending figure eight.

Sam didn’t breathe for a while as she tried to hold
her breath to keep from screaming, but when she finally had to draw in oxygen,
it was all she could do to keep from opening her mouth and bellowing at the top
of her lungs as she pushed the air out. She pulled with her arms and tried to
kick her legs, but her restraints held firm.

Her mouth and brain wanted her to scream
Matte
,
so she held her breath again, determined to fully submit. She’d given herself
to him sexually, and this was what he demanded of her.

He stopped and stepped to her. “Breathe, Samantha.”
His fingers feathered across her cheek. “Come on. You’re doing great, but I
need you to breathe. If we were playing with breath control I’d have let you
breathe a long time ago.”

Sam drew in a breath and realized how lightheaded she
was. He watched her take a few breaths and stepped back to the refrigerator.
She wanted to refuse to drink, but knew it wouldn’t do any good, so she
accepted the straw and took a few sips. It wasn’t enough, and he insisted she
drink more.

He was so kind, so tender, and she drank as much as
he asked. She pursed her lips, boldly asking for a kiss, and her heart soared
when he leaned in and sealed his lips to hers. He owned her soul with the kiss,
and it was the full connection she’d needed, so she could get through whatever
came next. Ethan wanted to hurt her, and she wanted him to use her for his
enjoyment. She could take this. She could do
whatever
he asked of her.

As he walked back to the refrigerator she finally
gave up and relaxed the muscles holding her bladder closed. She felt the warmth
exiting her body, heard it splashing below her, and aimed her face towards the
electric blue sky as she finally found blessed relief.

“That’s it. No secrets from me. Nothing held back.”

He stepped into her vision and she closed her eyes.
“No shame, Samantha. It’s a natural body function, and I’ve already told you it
was expected. You did good.”

Her eyes met his and she relaxed, even though her
face felt as if it were on fire. He looked pleased, and at that moment, her
world revolved around his pleasure.

Sam had wanted to adjust the showerhead earlier in
the week, but was too short to reach it. However, Ethan didn’t even have to
stretch to point it away from her. He turned the water on, fiddled with the
temperature until he was satisfied, and then aimed it at her ankles. The water
worked its way slowly up to the top of her chest and back to her feet before
Ethan finally turned it off. It was warm, thank goodness, and she was grateful
to have the pee washed down the drain.

“I love watching a rubber flogger strike wet skin,”
he said as he retrieved the flogger he’d made from bicycle inner tubes. The
falls were long and heavy, and stung something awful on dry skin. It would be a
bitch on wet flesh.

The first strike centered on her abs and Sam gasped
at the unexpected location.

“Look at how the water flies off, and how fast your
skin turns red. It would turn brighter red and hurt worse if I’d used cold
water, but I wanted to give you a bit of a reward.”

The flogger struck the front of her right thigh, then
left, and Sam stifled a scream. This flogger always stung, but striking wet
skin made it feel as if it weighed five pounds, and each impact felt so much
more intense.

“Mmmmm. So beautiful.” His eyes rose from her thighs
to her face. “Are you ready? I’m about to get started in earnest. You have
permission to answer the question with words.”

Part of Sam wanted to ask if it mattered whether she
was ready, but mostly it just felt right to say, “I’m ready for whatever you
choose to do to me, Sir.”

The affection in his smile melted her heart, but then
he focused on her legs and his face changed.

Sam’s feet pressed into the floor as she hopelessly
tried to shrink backwards into the wall. The flogger moved nonstop, each strike
a deliberate blow with only a second or two until the cruel strands landed on
another part of her body as he randomly lashed breasts, stomach, hips, pussy,
and thighs. Sam fought the restraints as her body unsuccessfully tried to
escape the blows, though she had enough self-control to hold her head out of
the way, and to keep from screaming. Barely.

When he at last dropped the flogger to his side, he
appraised her body like a painter checking for spots he missed.

“Do you want me to stop? You may answer the question
with words.”

“Please don’t make me, Master.”

“If you don’t answer, I’ll untie you and our day will
end.”

“No!” The word rushed out before she thought about
it. “
Please
don’t, Master.”

“Please don’t…what? Don’t flog you anymore? Or don’t
stop?”

She shook her head. “I want you to stop flogging me
more than almost anything, but if you do, I’ll be disappointed. I may even be
upset with you.” Tears formed and she fought to keep them from spilling onto
her cheeks. “You promised to be my Master, to own me. You aren’t
supposed
to ask these kinds of questions!”

“But, if I truly own you, I can ask you anything I
damned well please. Can’t I?”

Sam raised her face towards the cobalt sky and closed
her eyes. “Yes, Sir. I can’t make demands, but I still maintain it’s just
wrong
for you to ask me if I want you to stop.”

He chuckled. “Well, wrong or not, I got my answer,
and I’m tempted to turn you around and flog the hell out of your back and ass,
but I have much planned for the day, and it’s time to move on.”

Ethan released her and carefully walked her to a
chair. Sam melted under his expert hands as he massaged her shoulders and arms.
She needed the chance to reconnect with him, to be reminded he loved her. She
knew he did, but sometimes she just needed the reassurance.

He allowed her to speak at will, and she told him as
much. He squatted in front of her and rested his hands on her thighs. “I know
I’m pushing you, but…”

He looked away, watched the waves a few moments, and
turned back to her.

“I find myself looking for ways to prove to
both
of us how far my ownership of you goes. Neither of us is going for true
slavery, where the slave doesn’t have an exit plan, but I think we both need
something concrete, substantial...” he sighed. “In my mind, genuine consensual
power exchange demands absolute trust.”

“Ethan. Sir.
Master
. I begged you to take my
safeword. No, I did more.” She smiled. “I nagged the hell out of you about it.
I don’t know any other way to show how much I trust you.”

“You show me in hundreds of ways, every time we
play.” He stroked her cheek. “And yet, I’m a greedy bastard. I want more.” His
fingers trailed down the side of her neck, and he pulled her into his chest in
a tight embrace. “But that’s my problem. My issue. I never want you to feel as
if you’ve failed me if you can’t give the trust I demand. I know sometimes I
ask for an impossible amount, but,” his hand stroked her back, “somehow, you
manage to come through.”

Sam leaned farther into him, soaked in his warmth,
and enjoyed his embrace.

His chest vibrated when he spoke. “It takes most
women weeks to learn to run gracefully, so their torso stays motionless while
their legs pump. I’ve watched them train, seen them run for thirty or forty
hours over the span of a month, and not look as good as you after less than an
hour.”

Sam pulled back, looked at his face. “You have a
pony-girl thing?”

He smiled. “I like parts of it, but not the whole
thing. The armbinder does it for me, the physical training, where woman are
required to learn to run for long distances and look good.” He shrugged. “I
spent some time at a farm in North Georgia, and I’d be welcome to go back, if I
wanted someone trained, but I don’t want anyone else training you.”

Sam snuggled into his warmth, no matter it was hot
outside. The fans above them, combined with the ocean breeze, kept it from
being uncomfortable.

“Thank you, Master.”

“You’re welcome, but why are you thanking me?”

“For having the strength to Master me, and to prove
to both of us how far we can take it. My life, my career, and my hobbies, are
all about control, but when you decide to take it from me, it’s a little
comforting, knowing I’m just along for the ride and have no control at all.”

“A little comforting?”

She laughed. “Yeah, and a lot terrifying. How do you
always know when I only give you half the sentence?”

He didn’t answer, and she said, “What you said
before, about consensual power exchange demanding trust.” She took a breath and
plunged ahead. “You’re right, and I do trust you, but sometimes I’m terrified
while I’m trusting you, and I’m not sure how to handle both emotions at once.”

He kissed the top of her head and caressed her back.
“Explain how you can feel both at once.”

“Well, I trust you won’t harm me. Injure me.” She
pulled back enough to look up and meet his gaze. “But our relationship is kind
of based on edge play, isn’t it? Seeing how far you can take me? It isn’t that
I’m afraid you’ll bring me to harm, it’s just the element of the unknown, or in
some cases, the known.” She rolled her eyes. “Sometimes I’m sure you tell me
what you’re about to do just so you can see the fear in my eyes.”

He stroked her cheek and shook his head. “No, not the
fear. The anticipation.”

Sam let his words soak in, and she snuggled back into
his chest. “I know the day isn’t over, and it will probably get worse. It’s
true I’m anticipating what comes next, but I’m also a little afraid.”

They sat in silence a while, just resting and
relaxing, and Sam finally said. “I wouldn’t change a thing, though. I’ve loved
our time here, but I was beginning to chafe a little, wanting you to take us to
the next step. Now that you are, it seems silly to bitch about it.”

She looked up, met his gaze again. “I may not like
everything you’ve done, or will do, but I don’t want to change a minute of it.
I’m here for you. I belong to you, and today has…” She paused as she gathered
her thoughts. “Today has proven it a little more.”

He stood, kissed her forehead, and said, “Well, I
think you’ve had enough down time.” He nodded towards the outdoor refrigerator.
“Go get something to drink, and then bring the coconut oil and lean over my
lap.”

Sam would never get used to the act of leaning over Ethan’s
thighs, and she only forced her body into the right position by reminding
herself he’d earned her submission, and she wanted to give it to him.

He held her down with one large, meaty hand on the
small of her back, and used the other to get her asshole slick.

“Tell me. Why am I only using one finger in your
asshole, Darlin’?”

“Because you want me slick, but not stretched.”

“And why is that?”

“Because you want to stretch me open with your cock,
not your fingers.”

He pulled his finger from her asshole, popped her on
the right cheek, and then the left. “Close enough. Stand up and lean over the
stainless table.”

Sam did, and fought back a complaint when he told her
to hold her ass cheeks apart.

He stuck his finger in her again, his face very
close. “It’s amazing this small hole can stretch enough to take my cock. You
feel so tight around my finger, and yet I’m about to cram something so much
larger in. The human body’s ability to adapt never ceases to surprise me.”

She heard and felt him maneuvering behind her,
spreading his legs so he’d be a good height for fucking her.

Sam grunted as the head pressed into her, and took a
breath as he paused, thankful for the time to get used to him.

“Keep your hands where they are until I start pulling
back out. I’d like to see them on the table above your head once you remove
them.”

The right side of Sam’s face rested on the table, and
she wasn’t sure she could pull off a nod. “Okay, Sir.”

He leaned forward, settled his hands on the table on
either side of her, and pressed in, hard and fast and without apology. Sam bent
her right leg at the knee and
squealed
, but managed to keep her body
still and her hands spreading her butt cheeks.

As soon as his body bumped hers and he reversed
direction, she placed both palms on the table just above her head and braced
herself. He grunted approval and slammed back into her.

No one said anything as he took her ass, but just as
Sam opened her mouth to ask permission for an orgasm, he said, “You’ll come
when I do, and not a minute before.”

Sam screamed in frustration as Ethan pulled her body
backwards a few inches, so her clit no longer pressed into the table.

“My body. You experience what I say.”

“Yes, Master!” she shrieked as he plunged back into
her.

He didn’t take long, and within minutes his rhythm
went crazy, and Sam worked herself closer to an orgasm in anticipation. When he
finally plunged into her and held, she was ready, and she writhed under him on
the table as he pressed into her ass and jettisoned deep in her colon.

She
so
wanted to reach down to play with her
clit, but forced her hands to stay on the table over her head. They’d had a
nice interlude, and she didn’t want to spoil their day by making him punish
her.