No Safeword: Matte - the Honeymoon (8 page)

Ethan pulled out of her slowly, and she gave a small
yelp when he came out. He chuckled and helped her stand.

Before he could ask, she said, “I’m good, Sir.”

He tapped her on the nose with his pointer finger.
“Don’t get impertinent.” His smile told her he was amused, and she lifted her
face to kiss the tip of his finger.

He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and walked her
to the kitchen. “I’ll man the juicer, grab what you want and bring it to me.”

She gathered kale, parsley, apples, and pineapple,
settled them onto the counter beside the juicer, and asked, “Will I be allowed
any actual food today, Master?”

“Do you feel I haven’t given you enough calories?”

Sam shook her head. “You’ve given me plenty of
calories, Sir.”

“Grab two more apples, and a tomato, and…”

He paused and Sam asked, “Maybe some carrots?”

“Yes, perfect. I was wishing we’d bought beets, but
carrots will work.”

He methodically worked everything through the juicer,
and then kissed the top of her head as he handed her a tall glass of
grass-green juice. “Today will go however I say it will go, and right now, I
say you get juice.” She nodded and concentrated on drinking as much as she
could in one, long, gulp.

“You’ll get a huge breakfast tomorrow morning.
Anything you want. I’m taking you to a highly reviewed pancake, waffle, and
pastry breakfast place.”

Ethan cleaned the juicer as they drank, and when Sam
reached the bottom of her glass he ordered her to stand and bend over the
table.

Sam held still as he probed her bottom with his
fingers while holding a flashlight in his other hand.

“It’s obvious you’re sore, but I don’t see any
tearing or worrisome stretching.” He set the flashlight down and
unceremoniously inserted another plug, though thankfully it didn’t feel like
one of their largest. She grunted and had to work to relax to let the widest
part through, but once it was in, it wasn’t too bad.

“You’ll find capri running pants, a sports bra, a
wicking shirt, and your new sunglasses on our bed. Put them on and meet me on
the patio.”

He slathered her in sunscreen before they left on
their run, and she groaned in bliss as his large hands made sure every inch of
exposed skin was protected. 

Her legs had mostly recovered from her early morning
pony-girl run in the great room, but she still had to work to keep up with him,
and the butt plug was a constant reminder they were in a scene. Still, the
ocean breeze and the sand under her feet felt good.

Ethan pointed to the outdoor fridge when they
returned and said, “Drink at least one bottle of sports drink, and then you can
have as much water or sports drink as you want. Your choice.” He took a long
drink, and Sam admired his throat muscles as he swallowed.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” he said as he wiped his
face with a towel. “You have some down time. You can shower out here, or take a
dip in the pool, but you aren’t allowed in the house.” He glanced at the
shower. “If you need to pee, you already know where to go, and the plug stays
in until I take it out.”

He nodded towards the sunscreen, still on the table.
“If you take your clothes off and go into the sun, make sure you put sunscreen
on the spots under your clothes. Do you need anything before I head in?”

“No Sir. Thank you.”

Sam was relaxing naked in the pool when Ethan
returned. He hadn’t bothered with clothes, and his cock was standing at
attention. And looked shiny.

“Rest time’s over, my beautiful wife. Join me at the
table, please.”

Sam climbed the steps and concentrated on her posture
as her body rose from the water. The dozen steps to the table seemed to take
forever, and leaning over was harder than normal. It wasn’t so much she didn’t
want to submit, as she didn’t want to feel vulnerable right now.

Fingers worked around the outside of the plug, and
her ass muscles protested the tug. The memory of Ethan’s shiny cock flashed
across Sam’s consciousness, and as she realized he was about to fuck her very
sore ass, something inside her snapped.

Ethan’s jaw impacted with her fist before she
realized she’d turned and swung with full momentum. Not even his shocked look
could stop her, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to back off, anyway. He’d used
her ass so much last night and today, and she didn’t want to be taken there
again.

She managed several strikes to his face and a solid
gut punch before Ethan moved into gear and she had to transition from offense
to defense. Ethan had never struck her, and her body was focused more on
defending against grabs and lifts than his fists, which was why she couldn’t
dodge the hands that shoved her backwards.
Hard
.

If she hadn’t known how to fall, she’d have easily
been hurt, but she converted the energy of the fall into a backward roll and
landed on her toes in a crouch.

Ethan had taken half a dozen steps away from her, and
stood like a regal statue with his legs shoulder width apart and arms crossed
over his massive chest. He always looked like a pissed off Greek god when he
stood like this, but he was truly pissed now, and Sam stood slowly with her
arms at her sides as she realized how bad she’d just screwed up.

“Ethan. I’m… I don’t know what to say. Instinct took
over and I didn’t think.”

He didn’t move a muscle, didn’t acknowledge her
words, didn’t say anything.

It didn’t feel right to apologize because Sam wasn’t
sure she was sorry. She’d acted on instinct; it hadn’t been a premeditated act.
Well, maybe there was
something
she could genuinely apologize for.

“I’m sorry I hurt your feelings. I’m sorry I…” she
paused again, trying to find the right words. “I’m sorry I broke your trust?”

Several more minutes passed, and Ethan still didn’t
speak. His eyes drilled through her, and while they didn’t show his pain, she
knew him well enough to know it was only because he’d put up a wall to keep her
out. “Please say something, Ethan.”

He turned on his heels and walked away. “Don’t follow
me.”

He was only inside a few seconds, and came out
wearing bike shorts and no shoes.

“You used my name twice. Since you seem to think you
can end the scene whenever you want, I think I’ll go for another run.” He shook
his head when she opened her mouth to protest. “I know I said there’d be a
punishment, but I don’t trust myself to strike you right now. While I’m gone I
want you to think about how you want the rest of the evening to go. I will
not
fight for your submission in the middle of a scene while we’re on our
honeymoon.”

Sam watched him run until he was a small speck.
Unsure of what to do with herself, she wandered inside and sat on the edge of
the bed. The plug shifted uncomfortably and she pushed sideways onto the bed,
found the right position, and reached back to pull it out.

The involuntary groan and gasp as it came out
reminded her of why she’d struck Ethan, and she threw the plug against the wall
in a small fit of anger. Yeah, her ass was sore, but it was sore from so much
friction, not from being stretched too far. Enduring another ass-fucking
would’ve hurt, but wouldn’t have damaged her. Damn, she’d fucked up.

Not sure how long he’d be gone, she put a robe on and
looked through the items he’d brought.

The stainless cane was twist-tied with a few other
canes, and she focused on the fine motor skills necessary to free it, instead
of thinking about how the cane would feel as it struck her.

She stopped in the kitchen for some coconut oil,
lubed her ass well, washed her hands, and made her way to the back patio.

The cane went against the half-wall, where he wasn’t
likely to see it when he first walked up. With nothing else to do, she sat in
one of the cushioned lounge chairs, pulled her knees to her chest, wrapped her
arms around her legs, and waited.

The rhythm of the waves was soothing, but Sam was
still a bundle of nerves when she finally saw him return. She stood, belted the
thigh-length robe and nervously smoothed the fabric, retrieved a bottle of
water from the outdoor fridge, and met him as he neared the patio.

Ethan’s jaw muscles flexed as he took in her robe,
and Sam rushed to say, “The robe isn’t indicative of how I want the evening to
go. I just need to talk to you like this for a few minutes before I take it off
and kneel. Please understand.”

He accepted the water, took a long swig, and said in
an icy growl, “Then talk.”

“I’ll never give an apology I don’t feel, and since I
acted on instinct, it doesn’t feel right to apologize for the act itself.
However, I feel horrible that I’ve hurt your feelings, and would do anything to
take it back.”

He remained silent, his chiseled jaw looking more
like stone than flesh. Sam floundered a little as she continued. “You
weren’t…wouldn’t have damaged me. You’d have just…it was just going to hurt.”
She took a breath, formed her thoughts better, and continued with a steadier
voice. “I broke trust, and I need to make sure we’re okay outside of power
exchange before we go back into it and deal with it from that perspective.”

Ethan’s face finally lost a little of its granite
façade. “You’ve spent years honing the art of self-defense. I understand your
body going into autopilot without checking in, but I need you to stop seeing me
as the enemy.”

“Oh, Ethan. I don’t see you as the enemy. Please
don’t think that!”

He worked his jaw. “You packed a hell of a punch,
Sam. If this is the way you treat your friends, I’m glad you don’t see me as
the enemy.”

They wouldn’t get any farther with this tonight, and
she’d managed to get him talking, which had been her primary goal. He’d been so
closed off, it’d scared her.

Ethan never made her kneel on concrete, but she’d do
it voluntarily tonight, as part of her penance. She tugged the robe’s belt,
shrugged the rich fabric from her shoulders, and tossed it onto a chair several
feet behind her.

Holding eye contact, she dropped to her knees.

“I’m sorry, Master. I deserve to be punished. The
most I’ve ever taken with the stainless is five strikes. I think my behavior
warrants doubling my previous worst transgression.”

His face showed an instant of surprise, and Sam
continued before he could say anything. If she didn’t get it all out now, she’d
lose her nerve. “The cane is a few steps to your left. I took the plug out
shortly after you left, and lubed my ass with coconut oil maybe twenty minutes
ago. When you’re finished with the cane, you should take my ass without further
preparation, Sir.”

Sam couldn’t bear to hold eye contact another second,
and dropped her gaze to his feet.

“Stand and present.”

His voice wasn’t harsh, but wasn’t exactly kind,
either. Sam rose as gracefully as she could, spread her legs, laced her fingers
at the back of her head, arched her back, and pushed her chest up and out.
Unsure of where to look, she focused on his cock, which appeared soft under his
running shorts.

“Look at me. Eye contact until I give permission to
look away.”

A few seconds of silence ensued as Sam withstood his
gaze, but she’d said what she planned and needed to be quiet. Ethan finally
said, “I’ve never given you more than three strikes with the stainless without
restraining you.”

Sam nodded agreement and Ethan tilted his head. “I’m
not sure ten strokes is a good idea.”

It was hard to remain silent, but he seemed to be
thinking out loud and she didn’t want to sound argumentative.

After another moment or two of silence he appeared to
come to a decision. His mind made up, he said, “Go to the exercise room, kneel
on the mat, and wait for me.”

“Yes, Master.”

He hadn’t told her how to kneel, so she chose to
spread her knees wide, grab her elbows behind her back, and just generally look
as pleasing and submissive as possible.

It was a good five minutes before he finally
appeared, and she watched the muscles in his feet shift and work as he stepped
to a side wall, and then finally walked to her. He dropped to a squat and she
raised her face to meet his gaze. His expression was tender now, no longer
stern, and she wished she could fall into his embrace, but knew they needed to
get through this first.

“Tonight is punishment, tomorrow morning we’ll deal
with consequences.” He was solemn, but his eyes gentle, and his deep voice
never failed to heat her blood — especially when he was so far into Dom
mode. “You’ve chosen the punishment tonight, and will accept what I give you
tomorrow morning.”

Sam nodded her acceptance. Tonight he’d wipe the
slate clean, tomorrow he’d give her some kind of lesson, hopefully designed to
keep her from lashing out at him again. She was in control of her actions, and
she
had
to stop attacking him in the middle of a scene. She welcomed any
lesson he could provide if it helped her instincts get the message.

He stood and motioned towards the wall. “I want you
bent over, hands on the ballet bar with your back arched and your bottom
relaxed for each strike. You can let go in between if you like, but I expect
you to get yourself back into position within ten or fifteen seconds for the
next strike. You’ll watch me in the mirror, and you will not tense.”

Sam accepted his hand and let him help her stand.
Gentle fingers stroked her cheek. “You’ll decide how many you get. If I think
your body has had all it can handle I’ll stop, otherwise, you’ll tell me when
you feel the punishment matches the transgression.”

Sam followed his gaze to the side wall, saw the bowl
of coconut oil, and knew he’d take her ass when the caning was over. It’d been
her suggestion, so it wasn’t a surprise, and she braced herself for it. She
belonged to him. He had a right to her.
All
of her.

“Thank you, Master.” There was so much she wanted to
say, but instead chose to walk to the wall and present her ass for the cane.
She’d
show
him how sorry she was, no need to continue to tell him.

The first strike always surprised her — the
intensity never failed to be far worse than her memory and expectation. Her
hands gripped the ballet bar as she hung on for dear life despite his
permission to let go. She went up on her toes, and then bent her knees and
dipped low, but quickly forced her legs to straighten so she could return to
position and arch her back. It seemed impossible, but she managed to breathe in
and back out, and convince her bottom and thigh muscles to relax.

“Ask me for the second strike, Samantha.”

“Can I please have the second strike, Sir?”

He took his time getting into position, and then
slowly raised his arm, drawing out the anticipation. Sam had to fight to keep
her ass and thighs relaxed.

She didn’t let go of the bar until the fourth strike,
when she fell to her knees and curled into a ball. He gave her time for a few
deep breaths before saying, “Are you finished?”

“No, Sir,” she gasped, and rolled to the balls of her
feet before gingerly standing, testing her legs as she pushed up to be sure
they’d support her.

She managed to remain standing after the fifth, but taking
position for the sixth stroke took sheer willpower. Her body wanted to flee,
but she was determined to show Ethan her regret.

“Look up, Samantha. Watch it coming.”

She hadn’t realized she was staring at her hands.
“I’m sorry, Sir.”

“We’ll stop when you feel it’s enough, but you’ll
follow instructions for every strike. You know I love you, and I’ll love you
whether you stop now or keep going.”

“I know, Sir. Can I have the sixth strike, please?”

The stainless cane reflected in the mirror like a
glowing wand of light instead of a solid piece of steel as he stepped into
swinging position and raised it to shoulder height.

He didn’t make her wait long this time, and she
lifted her toes off the floor and wiggled them in an effort to keep from
tensing her ass as the shaft of light appeared to slice through the air.

The impact seemed to happen in slow motion, so she
felt the muscle and skin giving way, the skin and nerves compressing, and the
ripples traversing down her thighs and across her bottom, hips, and lower back.

The muscles around her knees went completely slack
once again, and she fell to the floor with a thud, though she didn’t let go of
the bar.

Determined to stand before he said anything, she
allowed herself one deep breath in, and blew it out with force as she pulled up
on the bar with her arms and forced energy into her legs, insisting they hold
her weight as she moved back into position and arched her back.

When she was satisfied with her bracing she looked at
Ethan in the mirror and said, “Can I–” Her voice cracked and she realized
she was very close to tears.

“Can I please have the seventh, Master?”

He opened his mouth to say something, but seemed to
think better of it and gave a slight shake of his head as he turned and walked
away. He only took a few steps, and returned with a gymnastics mat.