No Safeword: Matte - the Honeymoon (9 page)

Settling it on the floor beside her, he said, “Stand
on this. I don’t want you to hurt yourself falling.”

Sam took two steps sideways and resituated herself.
“Thank you, Sir, but I’m not sure I deserve to have you taking care of me right
now.” Still on the brink of tears, she asked again, “Can I please have the
seventh strike, Sir?”

Her ass tensed on its own as he lifted the stainless
cane into the air, but she once again forced the muscles relax. Her legs
threatened to bolt, to try to escape the impact, but she held onto the bar as
if her life depended on it.

The impact felt as if it landed directly on top of an
earlier strike, and Sam couldn’t breathe, couldn’t scream, couldn’t even fall
to the ground. Her knees were locked, her arms and wrists frozen in place, and
the world went dark a few seconds.

Air rushed into her lungs as she finally regained
muscle control enough to inhale. Her feet lifted in a pseudo march, but she
didn’t let go of the bar.

When she thought she could speak coherently, she
looked in the mirror, met Ethan’s gaze, and spoke through her tears. “Please,
Sir, can I have the eighth?”

Ethan stepped into place, then moved behind her. His
focus went to her ass a few seconds, and then back to her face in the mirror.
“You are the most stubborn woman I’ve ever met.”

Sam wasn’t sure it was possible for her to respond
respectfully, so she just looked at him, unsure of where he was going. If she
allowed it, her body just might shut down; looking at him was really all she
could manage.

“You’re done, Samantha. I know I said you could
decide how many, but I don’t want to restrike the same area, and your ass and
thighs have taken all they should for one evening.”

Sam started to stand but he shook his head. “Stay
put.”

He retrieved the coconut oil and slicked himself on
the way back to her. “I know you said you’d lubed yourself, but I want to make
sure I don’t tear you.” A single finger entered, rotated, and pulled out. He
settled the bowl on a weightlifting bench, and talked as he walked back. “Legs
together and on your tiptoes. Get your balance, and reach back to spread your
ass and invite me in.”

There was no way Sam could stay in place once he
started pushing in, but she didn’t argue, and did her best to comply.

Her asshole was so sore, and her bottom hurt from the
caning, but she grit her teeth, spread her cheeks, and looked into the mirror.
He didn’t ask, but she said, “Please Sir. Use me. Use my ass.”

She struggled to keep her balance, and she breathed a
little easier when he reached for her hips and held her in place.

He spread his legs until his hips were even with
hers, and settled his cock at her asshole.

She had to fight the urge to stand and run when his
hands squeezed her hips in preparation for entry, but she forced her muscles to
relax and allow him into her ass.

Sam jerked and yelped as the head broke through, but
she didn’t rise.

“You can hold the bar now. I know that wasn’t easy.”
He pushed in slowly, talking as he invaded her ass. “I’d like to think you
stayed put to please me, and not to avoid punishment.”

He stopped talking as he resituated his legs and
pushed all the way in. Sam’s hands gripped the bar, with her elbows locked and
her arms cradling her face. She whimpered as he pressed the final few inches
home and then used his fingers to spread her ass cheeks and delve even deeper.

A gasp escaped as he pulled out a few inches, and she
whimpered again when he pushed back in. God, she was being such a baby, but she
was so damned
sore
. She’d been well prepared to take his size, but she
was raw from the friction. He would always be a tight fit, but if she could
relax more, maybe it wouldn’t hurt so bad?

He pushed in and held again, and Sam tried to relax
around him.

“Stand up, Samantha.” His voice was kind, but she
knew it could change in a heartbeat if she hesitated too long. He helped
situate her so her back rested on his stomach, and her head was on his chest.
He lifted her as he stood, and Sam yelped and gasped as her weight shifted onto
her asshole, and his cock lodged even deeper. She reached her arms up and wrapped
them around his neck, but his chest rumbled with displeasure and she let go.

He’d wrapped his arms around her chest, and was
supporting most of her weight, but the position had her totally out of control
and she fought to keep from grabbing something else.

Unsure of what to do with her hands, she settled them
over the tops of his muscled forearms.

“Put your feet on my thighs.”

He bent his legs a little, and she breathed a sigh of
relief as her legs took some of her weight off her asshole.

“Aim your feet in, like you’re pigeon toed. Don’t dig
your heels into my thighs.”

Sam had to bite her tongue to keep from telling him
not to jam his cock so far into her ass. She adjusted her feet and he slowly
relaxed his hold on her torso.

“You’re doing great. Now, lean forward and put your
palms on the mirror.”

The forward motion brought her an inch or so off his
cock, and she gasped at the friction, but he merely moved his hands to her
ankles and said, “Arch your back, Samantha. You should’ve learned by now not to
bow your back up like an angry cat when I’m fucking you.”

“I’m sorry, Sir. I’m just off balance and trying to find
a position I can maintain.”

She moved one hand to the bar, and the other was on
the way to joining it when he shoved his hips forward and jolted her entire
body towards the mirror so she had to move the upper hand back in place
quickly.

“I told you to brace your hands on the mirror. I said
nothing about holding onto the bar.” His voice was practically a growl and
Sam’s stomach flip-flopped at his intensity.

“I’m so off-balance, Sir! This position isn’t working
for me.”

“Deal with it. This is an exercise in
trust
,
Samantha. Keep your hands and feet where they belong. I’ll support your ankles
and make sure they stay on my thighs.”

He settled a little deeper into his squat and leaned
back a little. His grip on her ankles increased as he used her weight to
counterbalance his own.

“And now, my darling wife. Fuck yourself on my cock.
Ride me.”

Sam’s gaze met his in the mirror as his words sank
in. She gave an experimental push to her thighs, leaned forward on her hands a
little more, and figured out what it would take to push up, and then let
gravity take her back down.

He allowed her a few dozen slow strokes before
ordering, “Faster. Your primary concern should be pleasing me, but you only
seem intent on causing your asshole the least amount of pain.”

Well,
yeah
. God, every trip up and back down
just fucking
hurt
. However, she wasn’t ripped or torn, she was just raw
and tender – as if someone had fucked her with a sandpaper dildo. If it
hurt this bad now with plenty of lube, how would it feel towards the end, when
the coconut oil wore thin?

Sam picked up speed as she considered strategy. She
needed to get him off as quickly as possible, which meant paying attention to
what felt good to him, even if it hurt her…because in the long run, the faster
she got him off, the less she’d hurt.

She worked out the mechanics of how to ride him
quickly while causing herself the least amount of pain. She had to push at just
the right angle with her legs, and pull with her abs, since she couldn’t get
any leverage with her arms. If she could hold the bar this would be so much
easier, but he wasn’t going for easy, apparently.

Before long her thighs and abs burned as bad as her
asshole, but she didn’t let up. He was close, she just needed to go a little
longer.

“Okay, slow down. Very good, Samantha. A little
slower, that’s it. Ahhh, your ass feels so good compressing my cock, squeezing
and rubbing.”

Sam wanted to cry in frustration as she realized he
intended to keep her like this a long time. He’d stopped her just before he
came, which meant he’d have her go slow until he regained control, and then
would likely order her to speed up again.

Her thighs and abs were on fire, and she tried to
shift the angle to give them some relief, but her back bowed up as her body
lifted and he warned, “It seems you need to spend some time hogtied later, to
remind you how I want your back when I fuck you.”

“I’m sorry, Sir. I’m just trying to find a different
angle, to give my legs and abs some relief.”

His eyes flicked to the clock before meeting her gaze
in the mirror. “I suggest you find your second wind. We’ve been at this less
than ten minutes, and you’re going to be here a
while
.” Sam’s heart
dropped at his emphasis on the last word. But she took a breath and determined
to pace herself. Knowing it wouldn’t end soon actually helped, as it gave her
the mindset of endurance, instead of just trying to get it over with.

Within five minutes she’d put the burn of her working
muscles into the background. She concentrated on her breathing, and on managing
her energy levels as she went faster to try to get him off, and then was
ordered to slow down until he regained control.

She was used to ignoring overworked muscles, but the
friction on her ass couldn’t be ignored.

Each time she was allowed to turn loose and fuck him
without restraint, her own arousal grew enough to make the pain bearable.
However, when she was forced to slow down, the raw agony came back like a
runaway freight train.

It took so much effort to push herself up his cock,
and then maintain her balance as she slid back down and let it invade her once
again. She’d long ago stopped trying to slow her descent to keep it from
hurting her asshole so much. When she was going faster she could almost use the
downward force to bounce herself back up, but when going slow she had to power
through every ounce of lift.

She’d lost track of how many times she’d worked him
up only to be made to back off, so when he ordered, “Faster, Samantha. Ride me
like a bitch in heat. Come’on.
Move
,” she thought he was finally going
to allow himself to get off, and at long last bring this to an end.

However, when he once again ordered her to back off,
her breath stuttered and her eyes watered, and Sam realized with horror she was
about to cry.

She took a deep breath and tried to regain control,
but the burn in her throat and chest wouldn’t be assuaged, and she burst forth
in heavy sobs, unable to keep them at bay.

“You have no idea how much this turns me on, seeing
you in such terrible pain, and so tired, but pushing yourself to give me
pleasure no matter how much it hurts. That’s it Darlin’, cry while you ride me.
Hurt
for me.”

He lasted nearly ten minutes, but once again stopped
her before he came.

She was crying nonstop now, with tears streaming from
her eyes.

Before she realized anything had changed, he grasped
both of her ankles with his right hand, reached up with his left arm to support
her torso, and pulled her off his cock and rolled her over until he cradled her
like a baby as he stood.

It felt so good to relax into his arms, and she
snuggled into his chest as he walked her through the house.

When they reached the bedroom he stood her in a
corner. “Lean forward, let the walls support you.”

He reached to the side for something, but Sam didn’t
dare turn to see what he was doing. He was all Dom right now, and expected
complete trust and obedience.

Her arms were gently pulled behind her, and a few
seconds later she realized he was preparing to lace her into the armbinder.

“Since we’ve completed your anal training, I think
it’s about time we begin training you into these.”

He smoothed the leather and began working the laces.
“It wouldn’t have worked while I wasn’t living with you, but now that we’re in
the same house we can lace you into them every night, if I want.”

Sam’s arms tensed as she tried to fight the pull, but
he popped her on the ass. Hard.

“Submit to it, Samantha. Let the leather and laces
support your arms. Relax your shoulders and allow it. Don’t fight it. Don’t
fight
me
.”

She’d been in them a few times, but he hadn’t pulled
the laces as tight as he worked them now and she had to step on her panic to
keep it from taking over.

When at last he stopped tugging and pulling the
laces, he gently pulled her away from the wall. His strong arms made sure she
had her balance, and he slowly walked her to the bed.

“I’ve got you, Darlin’. Climb on the bed, and rest on
your knees a second.”

He made sure she was centered in the mattress and
told her he’d only be gone a few seconds. She heard his footsteps fade as he
went towards the kitchen, and then grow louder again as he returned. Her
shoulders and chest ached, and she felt so self-conscious with her breasts
poking out and up. Nudity didn’t normally bother her, but stretched and pulled
and contorted like this, she felt so
vulnerable
.

He returned with a huge glass of water, and a bowl.
She was pretty sure the white stuff in the bowl was coconut oil, which meant he
wasn’t finished with her ass yet.

He held the straw in front of her mouth and
encouraged her to drink, and alternated taking a drink himself while she took
time to swallow and breathe.

“Thank you, Sir. I think I’ve had enough.”

In truth, swallowing was awkward with her arms pulled
so far back. She’d managed it when she was thirsty, but would wait until he
took the armbinder off to ask for more.

Ethan casually smoothed more coconut oil over his
cock before stretching out on the bed beside her.

“Straddle me, Samantha. I’ll run some more lube
inside you, and then you’re going to ride me some more.”