Safeword Interrupted (The Cattail Club Book 1) (17 page)

“With all my heart, Master. I need you to be both my Dom and father of our children. Roses and foot massages are nice, but they don’t fill me with the same peace that submitting to my Sir does.”

He briefly closed his eyes as relief filled him. Bethany didn’t want the man he’d been trying to be – she wanted the real him – kink and all. Now with Jasmin’s guidance, he could give her what they both needed while still protecting her.

Chapter Twenty-One

"Lift."

Bethany struggled to obey her master, but the tight confines of the stocks gave her little leeway to obey.

Damn LeRoy and Tim did too good a job securing me. I can’t even move a damned inch. How the hell am I supposed to get the damn attachment…

“Bend at the waist, sweetheart.” His tone was low, his hands supportive, as he helped her into the position he desired. It wasn’t much, but just enough to press the tip of the attachment to her folds.

”Damn, she has a fine ass, Deacon.” Jasmin’s voice was a soft melodious tone compared to her Sir’s. “I can’t wait to turn it red with my flogger.”

He kept his eyes on Bethany even as he replied to the Domme’s observation. “Me either. It’s been too long since I’ve seen it.”

She groaned at the lust she saw deep in the blue depths before he cupped her chin. "When she lands the first strike, you will sink down on machine. You will take all of it in one stroke or risk my wrath. Do you understand?"

She whimpered. "Yes, Sir. I understand."

"Good." He brushed a kiss over her forehead, then drew back a bit. She closed her eyes while waiting for the whoosh of air before Mistress Jasmin's flogger would find its mark - her naked back and stuck up ass. When it came, Bethany gritted her teeth and tried to ease down on the attachment, but failed as the skin between her shoulder blades lit up and her pussy protested the intrusion. She groaned, the pain morphing into pleasure when Deacon pinched one of her nipples.

"What were you supposed to do, Bethany?" His tone was harsh.

"I..." she gasped as the next strike stung her left shoulder blade and the top of her shoulder. "...I was supposed to take the attachment..." A tear of gratitude spilled over one cheek as the long denied endorphins flooded her system. This was what she needed...

"Oh, no, you don't. Not yet." Deacon pulled hard on her nipples, jerking her back from the edge. "You don't deserve to go to subspace yet. Not when you can't obey a simple command from your master."

"Please, Sir!" She tried to slide further down, but odd shape of the phallus - wide in the middle - resisted a deeper taking. "Oh, God, help me...it won't fit..." She jerked as Jasmin landed another blow that wrapped around the right side of her ribcage. Not hard enough to break the skin, but strong enough to send another burst of tingling pleasure through her - especially when one strand of the flogger kissed the underside of her breast.

"It'll fit." His tone was harsh even as he reached for the bottle of lube sitting within reach. His actions belied his stern demeanor, as he squirted some of the liquid on the inside of her thighs and along the length of the attachment. She babbled her thanks as she sank down a few more inches.

"I wouldn't be thanking me too soon." The dark warning in his tone had her eyes flying open. She squealed seconds before he attached first one, then the other of the pair of nipple clamps she hadn't been aware he'd had. She panted as the pain teased her sensitive nipples but turned to pleasure when he secured a thin silver chain between the two clamps and tugged.

"Sir!" She tried to arch her back to ease the pressure, but it was hopeless with the way she was pinned. The stocks secured her upper torso and arms, while the phallus - which was about half into her kept her hips immobile.

"So fucking pretty." Deacon dropped to his knees in front of her. "But you're still not taking every inch of it." The disapproval in his tone had her tensing in anticipation. Every time he spoke in that manner, she was assured to have spectacular orgasms.

"I'm trying, Sir." She panted, wiggling her hips. Another inch slipped in, aided by the extra lube.

"Not hard enough." Deacon glanced up at Mistress Jasmin. "Give her five strokes on her ass for arguing with her master, Mistress."

"No...please..." She struggled against her bonds. "I'll try harder-" She squealed as the flogger landed hard on her left cheek.

"Count off." Jasmin's soft voice was hard with command.

"One, Mistress." She kept her gaze on Deacon as the next blow landed even harder on the opposite cheek. "Two, Mistress." She was nearly sobbing with her need and pain by the time the woman delivered the last stroke.

"Now, try again." Deacon tugged lightly on the chain between her breasts. "I want to see that pussy stuffed full. I'm sure that Mistress Jasmin selected this toy knowing that you're pregnant and that it won’t injure our child."

"Yes, Sir. Mistress went over the safe choices for me while we were planning..." She moaned sharply as the flogger found the back of her thigh.

"Enough of this babble, girl. Your master wants to see you stuffed full. Now do it, or it will go harder on you."

"Yes, Mistress." She pushed back, but the wide part still resisted. "I...fuck...its too thick."

Deacon glared at her. "The fuck it is. I'm thicker than that little toy and you take every inch of me."

“You make me…” she cried out, her sheath convulsing around the plastic.

He jerked back on her ponytail. "That’s right and I will again. Now take it or answer to me."

She swallowed hard, and bore down. - only gaining a few more centimeters.

"Damnit. Quit playing with it!" Deacon grabbed her hips. "I said take it." Then he pushed down firmly while triggering the mechanism inside the Sybian. She squealed as the attachment began to move, shoving more and more of its thick length inside her. Pleasure threated to consume her.

"Don't you dare come, Bethany." He tightened his grip on her hip, keeping her motionless and forcing her to take the steady repeating strokes. "You don't deserve to come yet."

"Sir, please!" Her whole lower half was on fire - not from pain but the building pleasure. She ached to come - to drench the machine in her cream. The fact her Sir told she couldn’t only added to the sweet torture.

"Not yet." He freed one hand and pressed a button on the remote next to his leg. "I wanted you soaked all the way to your knees before we're done. I want to feel their wet embrace when I fuck you right here - in front of everyone."

"Oh, shit. Now...not later. I'll never survive it." Bethany moaned at the sheer eroticism of his words.

"Backtalk? Demands? Such a shame." Jasmin walked around to the front of her, the flogger dangling from one fist. "I expected more from you, Bethany. My Deacon needs a sub who will obey him in everything. Perhaps I should find him one who will appreciate his demands and obey without question. One that won't go behind his back to get her way."

Fear pooled in the pit of her stomach at Jasmin's words. The woman was joking wasn't she? She wasn't going to really do it, was she?

"Please, Mistress. I'll do better. I promise." She whimpered as the machine went still inside of her.

"Hmmm." Jasmin lightly tapped the outside of her leg with her flogger, then turned to Deacon who was watching the byplay between the women with a blank expression. "You love this woman, yes?"

Deacon nodded. "Like hell on fire."

She sighed. "Even though she probably won't ever completely conform to what I’d expect a true submissive to be?"

"Yeah.” He kneaded her hip. “I love her the way she is, because when she does submit, her strength only makes it better for me." Deacon tugged on the nipple chain with his free hand. "Besides it gives me a reason to punish her."

"True." Jasmin lifted Bethany's chin with the handle end of the flogger. "One more chance, little Bethany. You will submit and do everything I say while I teach your master how to give you what you need. Agreed?"

She licked her lips, giving over. "Yes Mistress.”

* * * *

Deacon was barely keeping his cool as Jasmin handed over the flogger. His palms grew damp and he prayed he was doing the right thing - that he didn't inadvertently hurt Bethany or their baby.

"Relax. This is no different than flogging her before she was pregnant. You avoid the same areas as you would before. The base of the spine, the kidney area."

He swallowed hard. "Okay." He gave a few warm up swings, then drew a deep breath.

Jasmin nodded her approval. "Start off nice and steady, then when she's ready we'll work up to the harder stuff."

"Here goes nothing." He flicked his wrist, letting the strands of the flogger dance over her already pink ass. Bethany gasped, then wiggled against the still moving Sybian. He paused and nodded toward the remote - indicating he wanted Jasmin to take control of the machine. "Keep her on edge but don't let her go over."

The domme smiled with pleasure. "Of course, dear boy. Your naughty little sub doesn't deserve to get off easy. It would serve her right if you made her wait for it...then forced several long orgasms out of her."

Deacon's nostrils flared. "Hell yeah." He swung his arm again, this time landing the strands across Bethany's shoulders. She moaned swaying as she rubbed her clit on the nubbed base surrounding the phallus. He was sure the bumps felt good against her clit. Next time he'd have to make sure they used a smooth one - so his sub didn't have anything to rub against. As he landed another blow, he wondered if Jasmin noticed what Bethany was doing.

"Hmmm....such a naughty sub...trying to steal your orgasm? We'll see about that." Jasmin stood and wandered over to the shelving holding various supplies and tidbits. When she came back with a shiny piece of metal in her hand, he grinned, especially when she held it up for his inspection.

"Care to do the honors, Deacon?"

He shook his head. "No, go ahead." He leaned over Bethany. "Don't you dare come."

She gave a muffled oath when Jasmin spread her folds and clipped the clit shield over Bethany's nub.

"Aw hell - take it off." She squirmed "I can't...please, Sir. I need... I can't come like this..." She continued to babble as Jasmin turned the machine on again.

"That's the idea." He moved back and continued flogging her - praising her ability to take his lash while being tortured in such a delicious way. When her back and ass were nearly crimsom from his flogger, he paused, wanting to see her expression and how high she was flying.

Moving in front of her, he took in her tear streaked face, her heaving breasts and undulating stomach. Swollen with his child, he couldn't see the flex of the muscles as he would've in the past, but it was still sexy as hell as she rode the machine.

"Beautiful." He could see the wetness gleaming on her outer thighs. "And she still hasn't come."

"Not yet." Jasmin smiled at Bethany, who was lost to a world of sensation - flying high on endorphins but still tight with need. "She's remarkable, Deacon. A true maschoist where pain is almost instantly turned into pleasure."

He nodded. "Now you see why I was leery of doing this. She won't stop me - no matter how rough I get." He reached out and snagged the nipple chain, giving it a tug to keep his little sub flying.

"The fact you worry about hurting her, tells me you won't ever do her irreparable harm. You love her too much."

"I do." He rubbed a hand over his aching cock when another trickle of moisture trickled down the phallus."God, that's hot. I want to fuck her so hard I can taste it."

"Patience." Jasmin caught his arm when he'd have gone to free Bethany. "We still have to deal with her front. You need to be familiar with how much to give her and being pregnant, it's the area you're going to instinctively want to avoid - particularly her stomach."

"Of course. I won't strike our child."

She sighed." But her stomach is not your child. It's her belly. Believe when I say the babe won't care that you're gently flogging the exterior of his home. He'll probably sleep much like you do during a thunderstorm. He will probably hear the thuds like rain against the roof, but let me assure you he's protected under layers of tissues and fat. As long as you pull your blows, it's harmless."

He gaped at her. "You want me to hit her stomach."

Jasmin shook her head. "I'm not explaining this right. I'm not saying hit. Didn't you once tell me that the correct rhythm of the flogger could send you into almost a trancelike state? That it felt good?"

He nodded. "Yeah."

"Okay, now imagine light strokes of the flogger....just enough to sting - but still caress against the tight muscles of your or her abdomen."

A light bulb went on in his head. "Like a massage."

"Exactly! It will relax her while sending her flying."

He thrust at the flogger at her. "Show me."

* * * *

Bethany sighed, floating along in sub-space. This is what she'd missed, she thought hazily. The release that came with giving in completely to her Sir. Every part of her was molten like slow moving lava. She needed to come, but could wait - especially if she continued to drift like this. She could barely hear Deacon and Jasmin talking. It wasn't until she heard Sir's sharp "Show me" that she surfaced enough to realize that he was no longer standing in front of her while Mistress Jasmin once more picked up the flogger.

She blinked as the woman drew back her arm, her aim at Bethany's stomach. Panic tried to worm its way through her haze, but Deacon chose that moment to increase the speed of the Sybian. She cried out as every sensation that had been muted returned full force. She screamed, her body aching to come as the first blow landed. Instead of it hurting, it was a gentle, almost soothing feeling. She panted, her thighs shaking against the faster moving phallus.