No Safeword: Matte - the Honeymoon (2 page)

Ethan flicked the clamp closed. “I’ll leave the
nozzle in to help you hold it. You don’t have permission to come.”

Again, caring and considerate, followed by stern and
strict. In the same, damned, breath.

However, she’d never felt so full, and wasn’t sure
she could hold it in for more than a minute.

Another cramp hit, and she gasped, “How long, Sir?”

“It’s probably best you don’t know.” He pulled a
bullet vibe from a bedside drawer, turned it on high, and nestled it beside her
clit.

“You don’t have permission to come,” he repeated,
“but you have permission to play with yourself in any way you want.”

Still on her left side, with her left leg almost
straight and her right bent to try to relieve pressure on her stomach, Sam
reached around her distended belly with her right hand, inserted the tips of
three fingers into her pussy, settled the heel of her hand over the bullet
vibe, and pressed it into her clit. A cramp hit and she thrust her hips, in
another attempt to confuse the muscles, and screamed at the barrage of
sensations as she broke into a sweat once again.

It seemed forever before he finally gave her
permission to go to the restroom. He removed the nozzle, helped her stand, and
walked her to the toilet, but mercifully allowed her privacy to release.

When she thought she’d finished, she took her time
wiping to be sure she was clean, and walked to the great room, only to realize
she wasn’t finished. She raced to the closest bathroom and called out to him,
asking if he’d please bring her tablet.

He brought a sports drink along with her tablet and
left her alone to finish. When she finally came out, he motioned to a rope
hanging over a rafter and said, “Grab the knot.”

She had to stretch to reach it, and her heart quailed
as she noted the leather strap in his hand.

“Run in place, with your knees as high as you can get
them. If you need to go back to the bathroom you can, otherwise you’ll run
until I decide you’re finished.”

When she slowed, or didn’t pull her legs high enough,
he’d lash her legs with the strap as she ran. Sam screamed with every strike,
and worked to maintain her speed and height, in spite of the burn. Her bowels
suddenly twisted and she yelled, “I have to go again, Sir.”

Ethan took a step back and motioned for her to go,
and her fingers protested as she finally let go of the knot and ran for the
bathroom.

She heard water running in another part of the house,
and when she decided she was finished in the bathroom and went searching, she
discovered he was filling a large, jetted tub.

“Now we get clean,” he said, “and then your ass is
finally mine.”

Sam couldn’t believe how nervous she was as she stepped
out of the tub. Once upon a time she’d have kept it to herself, but she knew
Ethan would want to know, and she didn’t mind letting him see her weaknesses.

“Ethan, I know you’ve prepared me for this, but I’m a
little scared.”

He pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her.
His deep voice vibrated through his chest and into her cheek as he said, “I’d
be lying if I said I wasn’t turned on by your fear, but I want you to enjoy
this, too.”

He leaned back and looked into her face,
scrutinizing. “Do you want a glass of wine before we get started?”

“Maybe a half glass? I’m not sure a lot of wine would
be wise after the enema.”

He smiled. “We’ll split a glass between us, then.”

He dried her off, then himself, and they walked to
the kitchen together. He’d put a bottle of wine in the fridge earlier, and he
pulled the cork as they talked about the house, the weather, and how beautiful
the ocean view was through the window.

He walked her outside, and when the salt air and
ocean breeze hit bare skin, Sam made a note to request sex outside, at some
point.

Ethan stood behind her and she leaned into him as
they passed the wine glass back and forth, both taking sips as they breathed in
the clean, refreshing air and soaked in the sun’s fading rays on their naked
bodies. The view was stunning, and as Sam’s eyes adjusted she could see other
islands in the distance, and wondered if it’d be possible to kayak out to them.

As she drained the last of the wine from the glass
Ethan said, “Okay, my beautiful wife. It’s time. I’ll let you drop the
wineglass off in the kitchen and meet me in the master bedroom.”

Sam had to work to make her vocal chords function as
she said, “Yes, Sir.”

When Sam made it to the bedroom she heard the
haunting notes of the first track from
The Serpent’s Egg
by Dead Can
Dance, and noted Ethan’s phone plugged into an external speaker. He’d dimmed
the lights, opened the sliding doors so the sea breeze brushed her skin through
the screen, and turned down the bed to display luxurious linens.

He was arranging items on the night table when she
stepped into the room, but he stopped, met her halfway, and drew her to him in
an embrace as he said, “I don’t know exactly how the night will go, the only
thing I know for sure is I’m finally going to get to sink my cock into your
ass. I’m finally going to claim you in every way.”

He pulled back and looked down as he added, “It’s
been a long day, and it’s well after midnight at home, so I haven’t planned a
ton of activities. Tonight is just about you getting your ass fucked, so it’ll
be the only thing you remember about the night. If we fall asleep after, it’s
okay.”

Sam snuggled into his arms and he added, “No speech
restrictions, and unless you fail to follow a direct order, no threat of
punishment. If you want to say Sir you can, but it isn’t required. I’d like a
warning before you come, but if it doesn’t happen I won’t stop and cane you.”

“Are you going all romantic on me, Sir?”

“I’ll start out with romance, but…”

He hesitated, and Sam understood. “But you may get
rough with me, once we get started.”

His hand rubbed down her back, almost an apology, and
she pulled back to look up to him. “Ethan, by the time you get us there, it’s
likely we’ll both want you to let your inner caveman free so you can take me,
and get what you need from me.”

He kissed her forehead. “I considered giving you your
safeword back, but I think it’s better to just have you tell me if it’s too
much. I can tell from your noises if it’s a good hurt or a bad hurt, and you
can always tell me it’s a bad hurt if you don’t think I’m getting it.”

Relieved he understood what had her worried, she
merely said, “Thank you, Sir.”

“You’re welcome.” He stepped back and motioned to the
bed. “Hands and knees, and face the footboard so we can see the ocean.”

He took his time lubing and stretching her ass, and
she hadn’t expected it to feel so different without gloves. The rough texture
and extra friction of his fingers didn’t exactly hurt, but gave a completely
different experience. By the time he stepped away from her, Sam
wanted
him to sink into her, wanted to feel the warm skin of his cock sliding inside
her. Stretching her.
Owning
her.

Instead, he moved to stand in front of her, at the
foot of the bed with his cock standing at attention and a jar of coconut oil in
his hand. “Kiss the head, and then lube me,” he said.

Sam leaned forward, tenderly kissed the tip of his
cock, and then proceeded to lovingly spread the soft coconut oil along his
length. Her heart sped as he groaned his pleasure, but she kept her focus on
getting him slick.

He pulled away, used a small towel to clean her hand,
and climbed onto the bed behind her once again.

“Are you mine?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I told you not to call me Master until I gave
permission. Until I was undoubtedly your Master. What I didn’t tell you was
that I haven’t allowed anyone to call me Master since I realized I’d eventually
want to find someone to spend the rest of my life with, and I only wanted to
hear the word come from her lips.”

Sam didn’t know what to say, and her heart sped
impossibly faster as she took in the meaning of his words. She wanted to call
him Master, but he hadn’t exactly given permission. Still, he’d said no threat
of punishment, and had even said she didn’t have to call him
Sir
, unless
she wanted to.

And then she got it. He wanted her to call him Master
only if she wanted to. He wanted her to give this to him. He didn’t want to
order it.

“Oh, Ethan.
Master
.” She twisted her body to
look back at him. “I’ve wanted to call you Master so many times. Thank you,
Sir. Thank you, Master.”

His smile warmed her heart. “I love you, too. Now
turn around and face the ocean. I’ve waited about as long as I can for this.”

He lined up and pushed, gently at first, but then
harder as the thick head didn’t breach as easily as he’d apparently expected.

Sam gasped as he finally forced his way inside, and
then
squeaked
as the head cleared the outer muscles and she felt the
difference in texture.

She lowered the front of her body until her chest
rested on the bed, and stretched her arms to grasp the footboard. Ethan groaned
and said, “Yes. This is perfect. You’re perfect, Samantha. God, I love you.”

“I love you too, Master.” She gasped as he slid
deeper, and deeper. He’d warned the largest stretching ring was slightly
smaller around than him, but he felt more than
slightly
larger. God, it
was so much, and he just kept coming. Opening her. Piercing her. Impaling her.
Taking her.
Owning
her.

She was prepared for him, but she’d never experienced
depth and width of this magnitude at the same time, and had to work to stay
relaxed as he sank farther and farther, and spread her wider, and wider. The
depth training tool had been long, but skinny. Even when he’d inserted it
through the MEO training ring, the width was only at her entrance and not along
the entire length. She hadn’t expected to feel so much more
full
.

“Permission to play with my clit, Sir? Master?” she
asked, gasping.

His left hand moved from her hip to caress her lower
back. “Yes. Do what you need in order to enjoy it, Samantha.”

“Thank you, Sir,” she said as she released the
footboard with her right hand, found her clit, and ran her fingers along either
side of it before stroking the base.

He was too big, and the stretch began to burn. Sam
heard herself whine and Ethan returned his hand to her hip and pulled back a
few centimeters, but it wasn’t enough and she squealed at the intensity. He
pushed forward an inch, pulled back a half inch, pushed forward again, pulled
back a little. He gained more ground with each push, invading her more and
more, until she was so full of him and she was
certain
she couldn’t take
anymore, and yet he kept pressing in.

He picked up speed, and Sam cried out, but he didn’t
slow this time, nor did he pull back. The last couple of inches were a long,
steady push, and Sam’s mouth opened in a silent scream.

When at last he was buried in her depths, his hips
pressed to her ass, Sam had never felt so full. So owned.
Conquered
.

His hands held her hips and he froze, his voice rough
as he said, “I may not have enough control to give you much more slow. How are
you doing?”

Sam did a quick inventory and realized that, while
she was full beyond anything she’d ever experienced, and stretched wider than
ever before, her body was handling it okay. She wanted him to take her, possess
her.

“I’m good, Sir. So full, so open. I’m yours to use as
you need. You’ve prepared me for this, Master. I can take what you need to give
me.” She rubbed her clit harder, which made her hips pump in spite of his grip
on her and his massive cock filling her ass. “Make me yours, Master.”

He slid out, slowly, and pushed back in a little
faster. Sam gasped at the sensation as the skin of her asshole pulled out and
then pushed back in.

“You’re sure?”

She realized she’d stopped breathing, as if his cock
had pushed the air from her lungs, and it took effort to fill them enough to
speak. “Yes Sir. Yes,
Master
. I’m yours.”

Ethan yanked almost all the way out and slammed into
her full force, once again knocking the breath from her, and Sam released her
clit and grabbed the footboard with both hands while he paused, buried all the
way in her.

Neither said anything else as he jerked back and
crashed into her once more, only giving her a few seconds to handle the
onslaught before doing it again. And again.

Sam had never been spread so wide and delved so
deeply at the same time. She’d never been
taken
so intensely, so
savagely, and she was right on the edge of an orgasm, but it was too much and
she couldn’t find her way over the edge.

Before long, Ethan was fucking her like a madman,
without worrying how deep, or considering the angle or depth or speed, or how
she might be handling it. Sam knew he’d back off if she were in trouble, but
she was managing okay and loved that he was able to totally lose himself and
take her without having to be careful. No way could he go this hard in her
pussy without making sure the angle was exactly right. She was aroused, but not
enough to come, and it was all she could do to brace against the footboard and
absorb the power of each brutal thrust.

He put more power behind his hips and Sam couldn’t
brace enough. Her knees scooted back as her bottom sank lower and lower until
she was flat on the bed, and Ethan rode her down and continued to pound her ass
with all the primal need of his inner caveman. He wrapped his legs around the
outside of hers, and pressed her thighs together, which squeezed her ass even
tighter around his cock. Sam screamed as the friction grew more intense, and
the bed pushed into the area above her clit enough to create an instant orgasm.

She writhed under him, totally out of control as he
hammered into her without letting up, and just as Sam thought she might be in
trouble soon if they didn’t relube, he half screamed and half growled as he
pressed into her at full force and his cock jerked deep inside her colon.

 When he finally relaxed, spent, he carefully
pulled out of her ass, rolled to her side, and used a single finger to turn her
chin towards him until their eyes met. “Are you okay?”

“I’m wonderful, Sir.” She smiled drowsily and
corrected herself with, “Master.”

His worried face looked hers over before relaxing
into a cocky smile. “Well, you’re mine now. Lock, stock, and barrel. Do you
need anything before I pass out?”

“I’d like to go to the bathroom and clean up. I’ll
bring a warm washcloth back for you.”

“No, I should be taking care of you. I’ll get a
washcloth.”

Sam pushed up and stood before he could stop her.
“You always take care of me, and I have plenty of energy right now. Let me take
care of you, Master. Just this once.” She loved the way the word
Master
rolled off her tongue.