No Safeword: Matte - the Honeymoon (12 page)

Ethan stepped in front of her, rock hard, but even
the knowledge this was turning him on didn’t help.

She almost didn’t hear the command to open her mouth,
but when the tip of his cock touched her lips, the words finally computed and
she opened.

He wasn’t looking for a blowjob, and before long he
was pushing against the back of her mouth. She drew in as much air as she could
just before he sealed off her airway, and he didn’t back off when she gagged.

“My throat. My mouth.” His voice was gruff, but it
sounded a million miles away.

Her chest and shoulders burned from the armbinder,
and the lack of oxygen just added to it. Her insides jerked and contracted, and
the spasms seemed to travel up her digestive system and make her gag even more.

He pulled back, and all the way out, only to step
around her and jam his cock into her pussy. She was wet, but wasn’t stretched
and ready for him and it was an invasion. She couldn’t move her feet, couldn’t
arch her back, couldn’t shift forwards. She had to stand in place and take it,
and she squeezed her eyes closed to keep from showing him how much she didn’t
want him inside her right now.

“Don’t fight it, Sam. This is me and you. I know
you’re hurting, and I know you were full before I jammed my cock in you.” He
pulled out, pushed back in, and she felt the water ripple throughout her
abdomen. “I know your shoulders ache, and the water sloshes and moves every
time I shove myself into you.” He pulled out and pushed in again.

“But this is my cock in your pussy. You wanted me in
your pussy instead of your ass just about all day yesterday. You finally have
what you wanted.”

He reached for her hips and held her steady as he
picked up speed, which took some of the pressure off her shoulders, but didn’t
help much with the water jostling inside of her.

“I’m not going to tell you how much time you have
left. However, if you can orgasm before your time’s up, I’ll release you and
let you go to the bathroom early. If you can find a way to gain pleasure from
my using you like this, you’ll have learned your lesson and will deserve
clemency.”

Another dozen times in and out, and he growled, “I
fully intend to come before your time’s up though, so I suggest you hurry.”

He picked up speed again and, almost as an
afterthought, added, “You have permission to come, you don’t have to ask.”

Sam could tell by his breathing he was on the edge of
his own control, which meant he wasn’t trying to make himself last. He’d
probably been beyond horny the entire time he injected the water into her, and
then while she’d been holding it.

Closing her eyes, she tried to focus her attention on
the feel of his cock sliding in and out, in and out. Her insides continued to
twist and writhe, but she tried to see them as the sideshow, and his cock as
the main attraction. She was very close to coming when she heard his breathing
change, and knew he’d be jetting into her any second.

A violent enema spasm hit, but instead of working
against her, it worked  with her, and the added pain pushed her over the
edge. Her vision narrowed as her body tried to writhe in bliss now, but her
bonds still held firm. She screamed and soared and felt Ethan’s motions stutter
as he fucked her through the orgasm.

The enema cramps intensified the jerks and spasms in
her pussy, and the orgasm took on a life of its own until she was awash in a
sea of sensations, floating through the universe with only Ethan to anchor her
to reality.

Ethan’s low-pitched yell filled the room, and
Samantha’s screams of ecstasy joined his in perfect harmony.

When Sam’s orgasm finally played out, she hung limp
from the chin-up bar, unable to hold herself up, or care that her shoulders
were screaming in protest.

Ethan quickly untied her and walked her to the
nearest bathroom. He turned her around, released the air in the nozzle, pulled
it from her ass, and sat her on the toilet within seconds.

The water gushed out almost before she was seated,
and Ethan patted her back and headed for the door. “I’ll leave the door open.
You have speech privileges back. Let me know if you need anything.”

He turned and faced her as he stepped out of the
room. “Formal scene’s over, sweetheart. You did good, and I’m proud of you.”

“Can you bring my tablet, then, please?” Anything to
take her mind off this. She had a feeling she’d be sitting here a while, and
the cramps were worse now that things were moving again.

“Of course. I’ll be right back.”

When Sam awakened around ten o’clock, she was ravenous.
Ethan had promised a huge breakfast before she’d fallen asleep, and she was
more than ready for it.

A stop in the bathroom assured her she could travel,
so she took a three-minute shower, put her hair in a ponytail, and donned
shorts and a t-shirt before going in search of him.

She stopped just outside the doorway of the workout
room, and watched him do several dozen one-armed pull-ups. He was truly
beautiful, and she could watch him all day…except she was about to starve.

“You promised me a huge breakfast,” she said as she
stepped into the room.

He dropped to the floor and grinned. “I did, and it
looks like you’re ready to go.”

She nodded and he reached for a towel. “I won’t take
the time to shower, then. Just let me change shorts and put a shirt on.” He
stepped to her and gave her a gentle peck on the lips. “How do you feel?”

“Ravenous.”

They were pulling out of the driveway within five
minutes, and in another five minutes were seated at a busy mom-and-pop pancake
and waffle place. Sam ordered a Belgian waffle, blueberry pancakes, hash
browns, some scrambled eggs, and a fruit bowl. Ethan decided he wanted the
same, and the waitress wrote it down without commenting.

Sam ate all but half of her Belgian waffle, which
Ethan finished off for her. He gave her the pineapple from his fruit bowl
though, so she figured they were close to even.

“Told you I was starving.”

He nodded agreement. “Did you get enough?”

“For now.”

When they left the restaurant, Sam discovered Ethan
had made plans for them to take a boat ride, and the literature promised views
of lots of wildlife, including dolphins. Under normal circumstances she
wouldn’t have enjoyed sitting for so long, but she was tired, and it was a
perfect way to spend a lazy afternoon.

She took a short nap when they returned, and found
one of her evening dresses hanging from the top of the bathroom door when she
awakened. The note said to put it on if she felt up to an evening out, or to
put some comfy pajamas on if she’d rather order in. She’d been pretty zapped before
her nap, but was feeling much better now, so she put her hair up, had some fun
with her makeup, and slipped into the dress.

He took her to an ultra fancy restaurant, and
refilled Sam’s wine glass until she was well beyond tipsy.

She expected Ethan to ravage her when they arrived
home, but he undressed her, made her drink a glass of water, and rubbed her
back until she fell asleep.

She awoke first the next morning and slid under the
covers. He was soft when she pulled him between her lips, but within seconds he
groaned in pleasure and began to fill her mouth.

She intended to get him off, but he stopped her a few
minutes into it, flipped her on her back, draped her legs over his shoulders,
and gently worked her clit with his lips and tongue.

Sam’s eyes rolled back into her head and she forgot
to breathe for several heartbeats. However, after a few minutes she realized
he’d stopped her from giving him a blowjob. He hadn’t used her last night, and
now he wasn’t letting her pleasure him.

She raised up on her elbows and watched a few seconds
before coming to a decision.

 “Time out, Ethan.”

He tilted his head to look at her, but kept her clit
in his mouth. His tongue ran across it a few times and she had to fight to keep
her eyes from rolling back in her head again.

“I was giving you a blowjob, and you stopped me.”

His eyes agreed with her, and then he stopped looking
up and went back to work.

She gently bopped him on the head. “Don’t ignore me.
I’m trying to talk to you.”

He inserted a finger into her depths, and then
another, and Sam fell back, her legs tensed on his shoulders, and she lost
control of her body as an orgasm crashed into her with no warning.

She tried to talk through it, but couldn’t come up
with an intelligible sentence, and finally gave up and let the bliss sweep her
under.

As she regained motor function, she draped her arm
over her eyes and let her legs sprawl out to the side. “It seems wrong to call
you a jerk after you gave me a mind-melting orgasm, but I was giving you a blowjob
and you stopped me, and then you ignored me when I tried to talk to you about
it.”

Her voice sounded happy and content, but there wasn’t
much she could do about it.

Ethan was still between her legs, and he chuckled
before bending to lick her entrance with long, slow, strokes.

“God, you’re impossible. I don’t know whether to beg
you to stop, or keep going.”

His tongue kept going, and she added, “We need to
talk about why you aren’t using me, and won’t let me pleasure you.” She groaned
as he licked and suckled the perfect spot. Quickly losing her resolve, she
pulled enough air into her lungs to admit, “But I’m not sure I have the
willpower to ask you to stop what you’re doing.”

He brought her to three more orgasms before he kissed
his way up to her neck, rolled to the side, and pulled her into his arms.

“I used you pretty hard, and I wanted to give you a
little time to recover.” He kissed her forehead. “Take advantage of it while
you can.”

“But I wanted to give you a blowjob. How could that
be a bad thing?”

“It isn’t, but I’ve made the decision to give you
pleasure and pamper you a few days.”

He was holding himself so she couldn’t feel his cock,
so she didn’t know if he was hard or not. Her mind shifted into analysis mode,
and she ran the possible reasons he might not want to use her, or even get a
blowjob.

It hit her out of the blue, and she looked up and
said, “You’re
sore
. My ass feels like someone used a sandpaper-covered
toy on it. Your cock has to be sore, too.”

His face told her he was trying to find a way to deny
it without lying, and she laughed. “Master Sex-God is sore. Oh, it’s
beautiful.” She kissed his chin, and then his lips. “Don’t try to deny it. I’m
not sure why it didn’t occur to me before.” She shook her head. “I’m not sure
how you managed it the last couple of times, though. If you were hurting as bad
as me, why did you keep going?” She paused and added. “
How
did you keep
going?”

“I’m pretty sure I’m not as sore as you. Your ass
hasn’t had any friction at all until we arrived here, and my cock gets frequent
activity. The last couple of times I felt a little tender, but I wasn’t ready
to stop yet, and it didn’t hurt bad enough to affect my pleasure.”

He shrugged. “I’m sore enough after the fact, so I
figure it’s best to give it a rest.” Soft lips kissed her forehead, then her
nose. “I’m quite serious about wanting to give you some rest and lots of
pampering, though. You took everything I gave you, and I gave you a lot. I want
you to know I understand how hard I was on you, and I appreciate you for it. I
don’t want to ever take your submission for granted.”

He touched her cheek, held eye contact a few minutes,
and said, “I half expected to get a written note the next day amending our
contract.”

She shook her head. “No. You didn’t harm me, it just
hurt.”

Ethan didn’t respond, so she continued. “The
consequences fit the crime, and I’m beginning to see a pattern in the ways
you’re choosing to correct me.”

His eyebrows rose in question and she answered, “The
overnight hogtie, the enema…” She took a breath and considered the best way to
explain. “Punishment is almost always the stainless cane, but consequences take
longer. I have time to think while I’m hurting.”

She leaned in, caressed his lips with hers, and rose.
“You don’t have to keep reminding me I can make something never happen again
with a written note. I don’t like the idea I can control future scenes.”

Ethan pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and she
kissed him again before continuing. “I know we need a failsafe, so you know I
can stop something if I absolutely never want it to happen again, but I wish we
didn’t need it.”

“Did you ever consider writing the note?”

She shook her head. “Not even during the worst of the
cramps. I deserved it, and I totally understood the point you were trying to
make.”

“You know it isn’t likely to be a one-time thing, and
you have to know I’ll make you hold it longer now that I know how your body
responds.”

“Was there another way it could’ve responded?”

“I needed to see how long it took you to bounce back,
and I wanted to make sure there weren’t any longer term issues. You needed a
nap right after, and appeared to be a little weak and easily fatigued, but once
you had your second nap you seemed to bounce back. Also,” he smiled playfully,
“you ate a lot at breakfast, and your digestive system handled it with no
problem.”

His voice was always deep, but he was relaxed and
content, and it sounded lower and deeper than normal. “You didn’t get a lot of
sleep the night before, so the naps were to be expected even without the enema.”
He stroked her cheek. “I plan to keep giving you pleasurable enemas, but
they’ll be warm, and you’ll be able to move and accommodate the water.” He
caressed her face again, and she rested her cheek on his chest as he continued.
“I’ll make sure you never confuse a regular enema with a punishment enema, and
I’ll probably reserve the lemon additive for big things, but you have to know
there are no guarantees. I may give you a painful enema just because I want
to.”

“I know all of this. It almost sounds like you want
me to write it out of our contract.”

“No, but this isn’t something we’ve discussed ahead
of time. It’s the first thing I’ve done out of the blue, without making sure it
was okay first. I needed to get some feedback from you, and make sure you understand…”

He trailed off and Sam kept her head on his chest. The
subject was easier to discuss when she wasn’t looking at him. “I don’t hate you
for it, and I won’t screw up our power exchange by taking away your options.”

She could almost feel him smiling as he caressed her
back. “Okay. I guess that’s what I needed to hear.” He hesitated a few minutes
and said, “I didn’t plan to bring this up until we arrived home, but I’ve been
considering taking a different approach to punishment.”

She raised her head to look at him, but didn’t say
anything.

“I’ve noticed you respond better to the longer, drawn
out consequences, and I’ve been playing around with an idea for punishment.
Something I’ll only use punitively, never for pleasure.”

“What do you have in mind?”

He shook his head. “The first time we do it, you’ll
only have to endure it for maybe thirty or forty minutes, and it will be a
demonstration, so you’ll know what to expect. I’ll tone it down a little, so it
won’t be too bad, but you’ll get the general idea.”

“You still haven’t told me what you have in mind.”

“Can’t get anything by you.” He smiled. “I’m only
bringing it up now because you mentioned the difference in quick punishment and
drawn-out consequences, and I wanted to validate your observation that my stretching
it out, so you have time to think while you hurt, seems to get through to you
better.”

She opened her mouth to respond, but he touched her
lips and shook his head. “Conversation over. It was just a heads up. We’ll
discuss it more in a week or two, once we’re settled in at home.”

Sam rolled off him, and kept going until she rolled
off the bed and deftly landed on her feet. “Well then, you need to feed me
again. I’m hungry.”

He stood and headed towards the bathroom. “Join me in
the shower, and then we can go out for breakfast.”

They ate, went for a run on the beach, showered
again, and packed overnight bags, as they were taking a small plane to the big
island for a show, and would be staying in a hotel for the night before
returning the next afternoon.

Ethan surprised her after the show by going down on
her again, but then making love to her. He held her arms in place as he entered
her, and when she asked questions about his being sore, denied her speech privileges
again…but otherwise, anyone looking on would have thought them completely
vanilla. He brought her to orgasm after orgasm, and gave her permission to come
when she wanted, as often as she wanted. When he finally came, they did so
together as they looked into each other’s eyes.

* * * *

A few days before they were scheduled to leave, Ethan
went into the house to retrieve drinks while they were reading on the beach.
However, when he returned, he also handed Sam a notebook and pen.

Her look was inquisitive, but she stayed silent and
gave him a chance to explain. It’d taken her a while to figure out he didn’t
like being questioned, and he’d tell her what she needed to know if she just
waited a few seconds.

He adjusted the huge umbrella, sat in his lounge
chair, took a swig of beer, and said, “I want you to list the top ten things
you’d like me to do tomorrow night. This is your chance to ask for whatever you
want.”

He could tell she was gearing up to argue with him,
and he took another sip to keep from interrupting her thoughts. It took her a
few seconds to form an argument she was happy with, but once she settled on it,
he could see the determined lawyer lining up the conversation as she began to
state her case.

“Ethan, I don’t want to control the scene. I get my
pleasure from belonging to you. From being yours. When I know I’m pleasing you,
it gets me off.”

She paused a second to let it sink in, and finished
with, “If I think you’re just doing what I want, I’m not sure it’ll work for
me.”

He’d expected this exact argument, and he pointed to
her wine and said, “Take a drink, Sam. Do you trust me to make the scene good
for you? For both of us?”