Safeword: Davenport (24 page)

"I want to come! Please!"

"No."

He let go of her clit, slowly, a steadying hand on her arm. “Lick,” he said, raising his fingers to her mouth. “Get your juices off."

She did, noting the way his eyes followed her tongue, realized he was horny again, too. He pulled his hand back, ran it over her hair, down to the ponytail, gave it a small tug.

"Okay, scene's over. Do you want the robe, or would you rather wear loose clothes for dinner?"

"I've got yoga pants and a t-shirt."

Dana wondered why there was one upholstered dining room chair amongst the wooden kitchen chairs, but quickly recognized they'd wanted her sitting on a cushioned surface.

"Guys, I'm not that bad off."

Jacob looked up. “Have you seen your ass? I know Max said your back hurts worse, but damn, it would hurt
me
to see you sitting on hard wood."

Brent turned from the stove and looked at her appraisingly. “You look much better, more sure of yourself. I trust your talk went well?"

Her face heated as Zach said, “Yes, it seems so. What can I do to help with dinner?"

"We've got it under control.” He lifted the pot and poured it into a bowl while Jacob pulled bread from the oven and arranged it. They worked seamlessly, turning at the same time to walk to the table and place their bowls before sitting.

They'd thrown together an impressive meal of penne pasta with a creamy mushroom alfredo sauce and asiago bread on the side. She moaned when she took a bite, and Jacob chuckled. “Keep that up and I'm going to have a problem.” He shifted in his seat. “I've been told to behave until we've all talked everything through."

Brent gave him a pointed look. “And by mentioning you're turned on by her moans, you're not behaving. We'll deal with it later."

"I... crap. You're right. I'm sorry, Brent."

"Apology accepted, but you'll still answer for it later."

"Understood, Brent."

Brent held the look a few more seconds, making sure Jacob knew he was in trouble. She'd seen Brent with other submissives in the past, and she marveled at how he was just as strict, but his unconcealed affection illuminated every action, every word.

When Brent's eyes finally left Jacob's, he turned to Zach. “I apologize. I told him she was off limits, even for light flirting, until we'd discussed how you feel about her Topping him. It's clear Dana cares a great deal for you, and the fact you let her come here to figure things out, and then came to her side when she needed you..."

His gaze flicked to Dana and back to Zach. “You have my respect, and my support. I'm her friend, but she's changed since I knew her so well—still the same basic person, but she's been through the fire, so to speak. You know the new Dana better than I."

Zach reached for her hand. “While you were sleeping, Brent shared some things he felt I should know about your past. I'll tell you what I learned later if you like, but for now I want you to be aware we talked around thirty minutes before you woke.” He smiled. “Full disclosure goes both ways, right?"

Unsure of what could have been so enlightening, she said, “We need to discuss it later, so I know what he told you and can add my two cents. I think Brent is wondering if you're going to let me continue to Top Jacob, from time to time."

He nodded. “I need to consider the parameters, but if you're a switch we'll have to find a way to exercise your Domme side. I'd like to see the two of you in action, if everyone is amenable."

"I... I don't know. Wouldn't that be weird?"

He dropped his voice. “Did you think I'd allow my pet to play without supervision indefinitely? Are you still my pet?"

Her pussy flared to life and she fought not to squirm in the chair. “Yes, Sir. I mean, you said not at dinner, but after we eat I will be again. Sir."

"You know I loaned...” He stopped, started over. “I'm not the jealous sort; as long as I'm sure you'll be going home with me, I'm enough of a voyeur to enjoy watching."

"If you need to see us together then... I guess? It's not just up to me, though. Jacob and Brent have a say in it, too."

Jacob's gaze met hers. “I'd be happy to serve, but it's not my call."

Dana cut her eyes to Brent, who smiled. “As I keep saying, you have carte blanche to use him, with only a few caveats, which I'm sure you know by now."

"You and I need to have a conversation privately before anything happens.” Zach said, looking at Brent. “From the interaction I've seen, the two of you appear twenty-four/seven, with something approaching total power exchange?"

"Yes, we're about as close to TPE as I can make it while we both manage successful careers."

"Then I'll address you, instead of him. If you wish to allow him to flirt with her, I'm good with it. Dana's under no power exchange with me during dinner, other than being told she can't orgasm until given permission.” He looked at Jacob, as if he wanted to say something to him, but changed his mind and addressed Brent. “He can fulfill a need I can't, as I won't be submitting to her. It's not a competition, and I won't see him as a rival for her attention."

Brent grinned at Jacob, saying, “Knock yourself out,” before turning to Dana. “Have fun. If he needs discipline, talk to me and we'll work out the best way to handle it, together. Same rules as before, I'm the only one who can allow him to come. Not that he'd be able to even if I gave permission—he's wearing hardware you may find interesting, should you wish to explore."

"Really?” Dana said to Zach, “You're good with this?"

He smiled. “I find I'm looking forward to watching you Top him. I can see the attraction between the two of you and it fascinates me, but I don't feel threatened. So yes, really."

Jacob was sitting on her other side and laid his hand over hers. “He's a keeper, you know that, right?"

"Yeah. I do. I need to figure some things out before I can be fair to him, though.” Dana decided that was enough serious talk. “Tell me what you've got going on under your khakis, Jacob."

His face went red; his voice clearly telling her he was embarrassed. “I'm in a chastity device, so I can't get hard, and I'm wearing a plug."

Dana looked at Brent. “Can I see it?"

Brent laughed. “Don't ask me; tell
him
what you want."

Jacob's plate had only a few morsels left. “Eat your food, then strip and show me, please."

"Yes, Dana."

He took another couple of bites, finished his wine, and stood. Dana sat back with her water and watched as he unbuckled his belt before unbuttoning and unzipping his perfectly ironed khakis. He was commando under his pants, and she was awed by the look of his cock in the shiny chrome cage, barely large enough to hold his soft cock.

Brent spoke up. “It's called a jailbird, and can be worn long term, if we choose. He occasionally has to wear it for three months at a time, with no orgasm or hard-on for the duration—though of course he must still service me in all the usual ways."

"How long will it stay on this time?"

"Until I decide to take it off—could be an hour, could be tomorrow, or the following evening. It's rarely more than a few days if he isn't being punished."

She looked back at Jacob's cock. “It looks like it'd hurt to get a hard-on."

"It does, Ma'am. It's excruciating."

Glancing at Brent, she said, “Does it damage anything if he gets hard?"

"Nope.” He gave a sadistic smile. “Have at it."

Jacob's face looked pained, but when Dana crooked her finger for him to move closer, he did.

She massaged his balls and ran her fingers across the skin of his cock between the bars. She noted a slight indication of where the single tail had hit, obviously not a powerful strike.

"You used higher gauge needles? I don't see any marks."

"Yes,” Brent answered. “The entrances and exits have all healed. The club will stop the scene if there's too much blood, so I reserve the larger diameters for play at home."

Leaning forward, her tongue traversed the sides of Jacob's cock through the bars of the jailbird before flicking the edge of the head, where the metal pressed into it.

He looked like he didn't know what to do with his hands, so she figured she'd help him out. “Hands at the back of your head, Jacob—stand tall for me, and spread your legs."

He immediately complied and she reached under his balls to feel for the plug, his cock growing a little when her fingers wiggled it. She pushed it up, released it, allowing gravity to pull it back down. He swelled more, and his groan was like music to her ears—so she did it again.

She played with the plug while torturing him with her tongue, and before long he'd expanded as far as the jailbird would allow, his skin ballooning up between the bars, red and angry and trapped. Jacob's groan echoed frustration and pain, but she didn't stop tormenting him. She pulled one of his balls into her mouth, gently applying pressure, his moans became almost frantic, going straight to her core every time, sending a welcoming buzz through her veins.

She worked herself into a frenzy before remembering she wasn't allowed to come, and she sat back, breathing through it, motioning for Jacob to sit on the floor beside her. He rested his head on her leg as she stroked his hair, soothing him.

When her arousal level was manageable again, she looked at Zach and said, “The line between pleasure and pain is so narrow, sometimes you can't tell them apart."

He shook his head, smiling. “I'll have to take your word for it; I've never had that particular problem."

"Maybe you haven't taken either to extreme? Think of it as the face of a clock. Imagine the six, pointing down, is no feeling at all. A three is what most people consider intensely pleasurable, and a nine is what the majority would deem exceptionally painful."

She paused, letting it sink in, and he said, “So what's twelve?"

Smiling, pleased he saw where she was heading, she said. “Let's go back to three and nine—if you can power past either of them, the closer you get to twelve the more bleed-over there is from the other side. So when you're at five minutes after the top of the hour, which is way beyond normal pleasure, there's a touch of pain involved. When you're at five minutes till, it's agony beyond comprehension, with a little bliss mixed in. If you can power past pleasure you get to pain, and if you can endeavor beyond pain you eventually get to nirvana. At twelve exactly, it's merely sensation, you can't tell which you're feeling. It's both, but neither. If you're played just right you can hover between pleasure and pain... No, on top of them, or maybe swimming in both. Yeah, awash in them—feeling every extreme of bliss and agony at the same time."

Jacob looked up. “That's perfect. I'd never thought of it that way, but you're right.” He looked over at Zach. “Just after you come, when your dick is super-sensitive, and it hurts to touch? That's sort of what she's talking about, when it feels so good it's a little painful."

"Okay, I get that. When I pulled my hamstring I experimented around with using electricity to help with rehab, and I found a few sensations that wavered between pleasure and pain. I'd forgotten about it, but I can see what you're saying."

They talked until Dana's ass and back began aching. “Can we help with the dishes and then maybe go for a walk? I need to move around, get the blood flowing."

"It won't take five minutes for me to stick everything in the dishwasher,” Brent said. “Why don't you and Jacob go for a walk. Zach can keep me company while I clean up, and we'll meet you in the center of the labyrinth."

"Oh, I remember your ideas for one! Did it turn out like you wanted?"

Brent smiled. “Go see for yourself."

Dana looked at Jacob, peacefully sitting on the floor, naked, appearing comfortable and at ease. “Would you like to put your clothes back on?"

"Let's not require he make decisions now,” Brent said, looking at Jacob. “Put your clothes and shoes on and take your lady to the labyrinth. Let her have a little fun, but don't start her too far back."

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Zach watched through the wall of windows as Dana and Jacob walked across the patio onto the lawn. He expected to feel a pang of jealousy when she reached for Jacob's hand, and wondered that he didn't, until she kissed it and, apparently, ordered him to his knees.

As he observed their conversation, he realized he'd never be jealous of anyone on the receiving end of the current expression on her face. She was all Domme as she looked down on Jacob—her posture relaxed, eyes scanning his face and body language as he answered her questions.

Zach glanced at Brent, noted his awareness glued to them in fascination, too. Both Doms had a big stake in this, and Zach needed to better understand the other man's motivation. “Any idea what she's asking him?"

"No. You?"

Zach shook his head. “What are your intentions with the two of them? I've heard her side, but I'd like to hear why you pushed for her to Top your boy."

Brent stood and began clearing the table, and Zach moved to help as he listened.

"Before I met Jacob, I had what some referred to as a stable of available boys. None monogamous, but all had a contract with me for either training only, or training with the possibility of feelings developing. My standard agreement had a clause requiring they Top people at my instruction, until they'd learned what I thought necessary. I usually had them dominate each other in turns, while I supervised, until I was sure they had the hang of it, and then I just watched."

"Why?"

"Because I wasn't keeping them, and felt it my responsibility to help them find their eventual Master. Once a submissive learns what it takes to Top, it's easier for them to weed the good Doms from the bad, and it helps them define what they want in a Master, Owner, or... whatever.” He smiled, remembering. “I never required it of Jacob; I knew right away I wanted to keep him."

"Ah, so this was your way of taking care of her?"

"Yes, but if Jacob hadn't liked her I wouldn't have made the offer, and before she arrived I'd put the thought out of my mind. He wasn't pleased about her coming—he'd heard about her, knew how close we were, and...” he ran his fingers through his hair. “He had this idea she'd walked away and didn't deserve to have me back. I rarely have to punish him for his mouth, but he pushed pretty hard Friday night. We had a long talk first, but he ended up holding a soapy enema for forty-five minutes, with his tongue clamped, while I was brutal with his nipples."