No Safeword: Matte - Happily Ever After (Safewords) (44 page)

Sam half-expected Ethan to order her to strip and go to the playroom the minute they walked in the front door. However, he seemed just as tired as she felt, because he put his suitcase in his closet and didn’t bother even opening it, much less unpacking the minute he walked in the door.

“Why don’t you just toss your clothes in with mine and let my laundry service take care of everything, for once?”

He looked at his suitcase and back to her. “I’ll see how I feel about it tomorrow. I’d gladly pay someone to go to the grocery store, but they wouldn’t know what to get. What do you say we go out to eat, and then run in and pick up at least a few days’ worth of food?”

Sam hadn’t expected to be recognized once they returned home, but a number of people asked to have their picture taken with them on the sidewalk as they walked from the parking lot to the restaurant downtown. They were spotted, talked to, and photographed several more times at the grocery store, and as they drove home Sam asked, “This’ll die down, right? I mean, a month from now, no one will recognize us anymore, I hope?”

“I don’t know. I mean, I’m used to people doing a double-take at my size, but now when they stare, they know who I am. I bet you won’t have the same problem when you aren’t with me. Or, I hope not, anyway.”

They put the groceries away and indulged in huge bowls of ice cream while they watched some TV shows they’d missed.

As they prepared for bed Sam finally asked, “When are you planning to…you know.”

He laughed and put his finger under her chin to force eye contact. “Use your words.”

She rolled her eyes at him and said, “When are you going to fuck me again, Sir?”

He moved his hand to her rib cage and barely squeezed. Sam tried not to react, but she gasped and moved out of his arms, and he said, “I wanted to wait until your ribs healed but I don’t think I have it in me, and I think you need it, too. So, give yourself a liquid suppository and meet me in the playroom when you’re clean.”

Her mouth dropped open as she watched him walk out of the room. Now? He was going to reclaim her
now
?

She rushed to use the suppository, rolled back and forth on the bed for two minutes, and ran to the toilet. Fortunately, these worked immediately, and within minutes she was finished. She took her knee-brace off, took a quick shower and dried off as fast as she could before putting it back on and making her way down the hall and to the steps in record time. With her brace on, her knee barely bothered her, but walking still hurt without it.

Coming to a halt at the top of the steps, she took a careful breath, centered, and walked down them with dignity.

Ethan was still dressed in loose shorts and no shirt, but instead of running to him and hugging him, she stopped inside the door and put her hands at the small of her back.

He was placing things on a cart, and he merely looked up and acknowledged her before he went back to his task.

Sam stood patiently for the few minutes it took him to finish, and then came to him when he motioned for her.

“Sit on the bondage table. I don’t want to hurt your ribs lifting you up there.”

“Thank you, Master.”

He smiled, obviously happy to hear
Master
coming from her lips, and stepped to her with her wrist and ankle cuffs.

He spoke as he fastened them. “If I hurt something sore from your fight, you’ll tell me. If anything bothers your knee or rib cage, you’ll tell me.”

“Ummm, Sir? Breathing hard hurts my ribcage. I think I’m just going to have to ignore the pain.”

He leaned towards her, propped his fists on the table beside her legs, and asked, “Do you know why they don’t want us wrapping our rib cage anymore, to relieve the pain?”

“Because shallow breathing can lead to pneumonia, and wrapping your rib cage keeps you from taking deep breaths.”

“Correct. However, for short periods of time it’s okay. The problem before was people kept them wrapped around the clock for days or sometimes weeks.”

He produced a super-wide roll of elastic bandage and said, “Hands behind your head, please.”

When he finished, Sam felt better and could breathe easier than she had since before the fight. “Oh, that’s nice.”

He smiled. “Yeah, but it’ll have to come off when we’re finished. Jump down and go to the cross, please.”

She stood still while he connected her cuffs at the top and bottom, and then strapped her thighs and hips to the middle. He made sure her leg was straight, and locked the knee brace to keep it from bending.

He put her hair in a ponytail, and she marveled at how since he’d had to learn to do it when she was injured, he no longer had to instruct her to put it up before they started.

“I intend to flog you until I’m through, until I’ve had
my
fill of hurting you.” He stepped in front of her and caressed her cheek. “I need to hear you scream, but if it’s too much for your ribs I need you to tell me. I want to hurt your upper back, ass, and thighs, but don’t want you to have too much discomfort around your ribcage.”

She nodded. “If my ribs are screaming louder than the rest, I’ll let you know.”

He looked at her a few seconds and nodded. “Probably as good as we’re going to get. I’ll check in on you if I think there’s an issue.”

He stepped around her and she said, “Sir?”

A hand on her shoulder. “Yes?”

“Can I ask for something? Not demand, just…ask?”

“Of course.”

“I want to be hornier than I am, if you’re about to start flogging me.”

He reached between her legs, felt her lack of self-lubrication, and walked back around to her face. “The bondage usually gets you where you need to be. What’s up?”

“I’m not sure. I mean, I’m on my way, but not there. Maybe because it’s been a while?”

He kissed her forehead. “Thanks for letting me know. It might be your body telling us you aren’t ready for this yet, but we’ll see what happens and go from there.”

She expected him to finger her, but he reached to her front with one hand and squeezed her clit around the outside of her labia, and began a gentle hand spanking to the sweet spot on her ass with the other hand.

A dozen strokes into it she tried to wiggle to show him he could hit harder, but he had such a tight grip on her clit, she couldn’t.

“If you want more, ask.”

“You’re teasing me, Sir.”

“Yes, I am. Tell me when you’re ready for more.”

“I want more, please Master.”

His hand struck a little harder, until she asked for more again, and received it.

When she asked for more again, he stepped away and returned with the flogger.

“I’m not taking your voice tonight. Ask for more, beg me to stop… whatever. Just make sure you do it with respect.”

“Thank you, Master.”

He said, “You’re welcome,” an instant before the flogger landed on the back of her right shoulder, and Sam groaned at the exquisite sting.

He gave her the kind of flogging she liked — a steady, predictable rhythm alternating between her upper back and ass.

When he stopped she moaned in complaint, and he came to her front and said, “You know there has to be something rough, for me to reclaim you.”

She’d expected the entire evening to be rough, but she nodded without speaking.

“Because I can’t make you scream for an hour with your ribs in this shape, we’re gonna go another route.”

He pulled the cart where she could see it and pointed to the training marbles and beads.

“These are the heaviest we worked up to. The marbles will go in your pussy, the beads in your ass, and you’ll need to hold them for an hour.”

He motioned towards the clover clamps. “They’ll go on your nipples for ten minutes, off for five.” He lifted the Delrin cane. “When the clamps go on, you’ll receive ten strokes. When they come off, you’ll receive five.”

“At the end of the hour,” he continued in his deep, authoritative voice guaranteed to send her to her happy place, “you’ll have received sixty strokes of the cane, and your nipples will be on fire. If you’ve managed to hold onto at least one item in both your pussy and ass, both of your holes will be fatigued and exhausted and so damned
tight
.” He caressed her cheek again. “
This
is when I’ll fuck you.”

Sam nodded and swallowed as she tried to find her voice. “And if I can’t hold them in for an hour?”

“Then I’ll fuck you and put you on the wooden pony.”

His smile was a little too happy at the prospect, and Sam was certain the terror she felt in her bones showed on her face.

Ethan brushed a stray hair away from her eye and said, “Yes. The horse comes back into play. You aren’t in training anymore.”

He placed his phone where she could see it, set it on sixty minutes but didn’t start it, and reached for a handful of marbles.

He poked them all into her, one by one, and then calmly started the time.

The clamps went on next, and then he scooped some coconut oil and walked behind her. She groaned as he pressed each bead into her, and yelped as they grew progressively larger. It was impossible to relax and let them in while squeezing so hard to keep the marbles in her pussy.

When he finally stood, she breathed easier until she saw him lift the cane.

“Such beautiful, soft skin. Ten strokes.”

She nodded and braced herself, and hoped he didn’t demand she relax her ass.

He didn’t, thank goodness, nor did he strike as hard as she’d expected, but she knew he’d likely increase the intensity as the hour progressed. Still, she was hurting after ten strokes and didn’t look forward to more.

Or, maybe she did. She’d missed this — not just the physical parts, but also the act of submitting to his will. The feeling of belonging to him so absolutely.

Sam cried out when he took the nipple clamps away, and begged him to help with the pain, but he reached for the cane and stepped behind her without acknowledging her begging.

Five strokes hurt worse than the ten from earlier, but she hung in her restraints when he finished, and held her ass and pussy as tight as possible. She couldn’t handle the wooden pony.

Somehow, she survived most of the hour, and when the clamps went back on for the final time Sam screamed and begged him to take them off, but he only kissed her cheek and looked her in the eyes as if savoring her pain.

Her pain for his enjoyment.
God, she suddenly wanted him to hurt her worse, wanted to give him everything he asked, and more.

She savored their connection, and several moments into the eye contact, when it was almost too much, she gasped, “I love you, Master.”

“I love you, too.” He shook his head. “I’m wishing I’d gone for an hour and a half, this is ending too soon.”

Sam almost panicked until he reassured her, “No, I said an hour and that’s all we’ll do.”

“Thank you, Master.”

The final five strokes were hell. He laid into her so hard, and over previous strikes — she’d have sworn he was using the stainless if she were blindfolded.

She lost a few beads while being caned, and probably well over half of her marbles, but he’d only required she have one of each left, so there was no trip to the pony.

Her pussy and ass muscles had never been so tired, though.

Gentle hands disconnected her cuffs and helped her step away from the cross. He massaged her arms and shoulders to make sure the blood was flowing again, released her knee brace so she could bend her leg, and walked her to one of the spanking benches.

Sam knew he was strapping her in so meticulously so he wouldn’t be tempted to hold her ribcage to keep her in place. Since she enjoyed bondage where she could move nothing but fingers and toes, the extensive ropes and trusses were almost a gift.

When he finally finished, he lubed her ass without stretching it, and then jammed himself into her pussy with no warning.

She screamed at the surprise invasion, and he chuckled as he pressed inside her, taking her pussy as if he owned it, and a few seconds later confirming it with words.

“
Mine
, Samantha.”

He fucked her slow, then fast, then slow again, and Sam could only moan encouragement. God, she’d missed this.

Finally, he pulled out and walked around to her face. “Open up. I’m reclaiming all your holes.”

Sam looked into his eyes as she opened her mouth, and hoped he didn’t play around with breath control. Her ribs were just about at their limit, but no way did she want to stop the scene. She’d needed this for
weeks
.

Thankfully, he was gentle in her mouth and only stayed long enough to make his point before saying, “Make sure I’m wet.” His hand stroked down her hair and slid the ponytail holder off. “Your ass is lubed, but you need to get my cock slick, too.”

He arranged her hair on one side of her face as Sam worked up as much saliva as possible and transferred it to his cock.