Safe Word (7 page)

“Please let me come!” she whined, so beside herself she could hardly speak straight.  “Please!”

“No.”  Zane slapped her mound lightly, not enough to hurt but enough to get her attention.  “This is a punishment, not a reward.  Oh, that reminds me.  From now on, orgasms are a privilege I
might
allow you from time to time, if you’re lucky.  But they’re certainly not a right.  You belong to me now and you only come when I say so.  Is that understood?”

“Yes!” she gasped, preoccupied with his fingers.  “Please touch me!”

“You have such a gorgeous body,” he told her, leaning down to plant a kiss on her smooth, soft mound.  Then Melody heard him inhale appreciatively, breathing her in.  “I’d love to take my time with you right now, but the candle is burning down,” he told her.  “I’d better make a decision.”

“Please touch me!” Melody whimpered again unbearably hot and wet and needy.

“Hmm actually,” Zane remarked, ignoring her request, “I think this would be the perfect place for the hot wax to pay you a little visit, don’t you?”  In case there was any question about which part of Melody’s anatomy he was referring to, he gripped the soft, supple flesh of her sex in his big hand and gave it a little squeeze.

Her eyes flew open at his words – but of course, thanks to the blindfold she couldn’t see a thing.

“You don’t mean that!” she gasped.

“Is that what you think?” he challenged her, sounding amused.

“You can’t do that!  You can’t drip wax
down there
,” she told him shrilly.  “You’ll burn me!”

“Do you trust me, Melody?”

“Yes,” she replied without hesitation.

“Do you think I would actually harm you?” Zane asked. 

“No, but you said...”

“I know what I said.  Now hold still.  Wax stains can be a bitch to get out of sheets.”

Part of Melody didn’t want to believe that Zane would do something as sadistic as pouring hot was onto her most sensitive spot.  That just seemed barbaric, didn’t it?  But then again, he had warned her that he was into some pretty hardcore stuff.  Had she underestimated him?  Had she ventured into this new arrangement too hastily?  What if she was in over her head?

Suddenly Melody felt a new, unfamiliar sensation right between her thighs.  For a moment her confused, panicked brain wasn’t exactly sure how to process the information.  Then, as her nerve endings sent messages to her brain about what had happened, she let out a scream.

Zane calmly pulled her blindfold off and gently turned her head to the side.  She saw the cinnamon candle was still sitting there on the nightstand undisturbed.  Then she looked back and saw Zane held a partially melted ice cube between his fingers.

“What the hell?!” she demanded, not feeling particularly submissive – or turned on – anymore.

“Sometimes when you’re expecting heat, cold can feel hot,” he explained.

“You put ice on me?”

“Yes.”

“But what did you
do
that for?” she pressed once she realized he had never had any intention of pouring hot wax onto her...at least not this time.

Zane disposed of the ice cube and set to work untying Melody’s wrists.  His actions were as calm and deliberate as his demeanor.  He wasn’t the least bit rattled, almost as though he had been expecting Melody to have a reaction of that magnitude.

“If we’re going to do this – I mean
really
do it – you have to be able to trust me,” he explained as he freed her wrists and carefully examined them for any signs of rope burn.  “If you have doubts about your safety when you’re submitting to me, this isn’t going to work out.  I want you to give me a chance to earn your trust.  Can you do that for me?”

He had drawn Melody into his arms now, and having him hold her close felt so good she couldn’t think of much else.  “Yes,” she murmured as she cuddled up to him, feeling safe and warm and loved as he stroked her hair.  “I want to do that for you.  I
will
do that for you.”

“Good girl,” he murmured, his words muffled by her hair.

She lit up at the praise and snuggled up to him, exhausted and content.  Well, mostly content.  There was one thing nagging away at her, and it was the yearning between her legs.

“Did you really mean what you said about controlling my orgasms?” she asked, hoping that Zane had been teasing about that, too.  “I’m really not allowed to come without your permission?”

“Of course I meant it.  I don’t say things I don’t mean,” he told her as he blew out the candle.

“What about the wax?” she challenged.

“What I said was true.  I do like wax play,” he replied matter-of-factly.  “But it’s too advanced for you.  Maybe someday that will change.  Maybe someday you will absolutely
beg
me to pour hot wax over your most sensitive places,” he grinned.  “But I never actually said I would use the hot wax on you tonight,” he pointed out.  “You dreamed that up...wishful thinking, maybe?”

“No, it was certainly not wishful thinking!” she shot back emphatically.  Then after a moment she curiously remarked, “I can’t believe some people actually like that.  Doesn’t it hurt?  Doesn’t it burn like hell?”

“Some candles burn hotter than others,” he replied knowledgeably.  “And of course, the parts of the body where the wax falls make a huge difference in terms of pain.  But yeah, lots of people like it.  You get an adrenaline rush from it.  Plus some people enjoy pain.  They get turned on by it.  They’re masochists.”

“I’m not sure if I am.”

“That’s okay.  You don’t have to be to play with me,” he assured her.  “How are you feeling?”

“Horny.  And frustrated!” she told him, hoping he would take the hint and give her the relief she so desperately needed.  And why wouldn’t he?  A quick peek told her he had very much enjoyed what they had done.  Or perhaps just the site of her privates all exposed and on display for him.  Either way he was standing at full attention, the bulge in his pants straining against his clothing.

She watched lustfully as Zane pulled his shirt off, his muscles rippling.  It was evident that he must spend a good portion of his time at the gym, because
damn
, that guy had the most incredible body Melody had ever seen! 

She caught a glimpse of some faint surgical scars, too, likely remnants of his accident.  But it was difficult to pay attention to much other than how good he looked!

When Zane unzipped his pants and she got a good look at the impressive bulge beneath his black boxers, Melody practically salivated.  Finally, they were going to get to the main event:  hot, raunchy, passionate sex!  She could hardly wait!

“Horny and frustrated, huh?” he smiled.  “Good.  That’s just the way I want you.”  He leaned down and kissed her, a sweet, chaste peck on the lips.  “Goodnight.”

Melody thought he surely must be teasing, so she said nothing as he turned off the lights.  Then he got into bed and curled up behind Melody so that his body – and his hardness – pressed right up against her.  His arms encircled her, spooning her.  But he made no move to initiate sex.

Unsure of what to do, Melody held her breath, waiting and hoping. 

Her thong was still down around her ankles and her bra was still all askew, but she didn’t dare do anything about it.  It felt like her body no longer belonged to her, so if Zane wanted her thong pulled down and her bra pulled up, then so be it.

Though she hated to admit it, it was becoming increasingly apparent that Zane had no intention of having sex that night.  It wasn’t long before he fell asleep, his breathing becoming deep and rhythmic as he hugged her to him. 

Sleep wasn’t so easy to come by for Melody. 

She kept replaying the night’s events in her head over and over, trying to process what had happened.  And when she wasn’t doing that, she was obsessing about the itch of hers that had gone unscratched.  She couldn’t decide if she was disappointed or merely intrigued by the orgasm control Zane had imposed.

She couldn’t believe that after all the buildup and teasing, he hadn’t let her get off.  He hadn’t even gotten off himself.  Where was the fun in that?  Wasn’t the grand finale the whole point of sex, in a way?

Melody was squirmy and restless, desperate to take matters into her own hands, so to speak.  She wanted to rub and rub until she exploded, which she was sure wouldn’t take long at all.  But she didn’t dare touch herself – if Zane woke up to discover her doing that, she knew her next punishment would be a lot more severe than a silly ice cube masquerading as hot, burning wax. 

Besides, Melody found herself wanting to please Zane.  Each time he had praised her for her obedience it had driven her wild inside.  She wanted him to say those wonderful, excitement inducing words to her again and again.  She desperately wanted to be his good girl.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Zane whispered in Melody’s ear.

She stirred beside him and opened her eyes to see him looking at her.  As she returned to earth from a very explicit dream, she realized reality was even better.  She had spent the night in Zane’s bed with him, and now he was looking at her like she was a sex goddess....even though technically they hadn’t even had sex yet.

“Good morning,” she said with a smile, her voice still raspy from sleep.  He was shirtless, clad only in underwear.  But she could smell toothpaste on his breath, fresh and minty.  She got the sense he had been up for a while already. 

Still curled up in the fetal position, she reached out and stroked Zane’s lower abdomen, her fingers tracing over an angry red scar there.  “Is this from your car accident?” she asked him with a wince as she tried to read his life story on his skin. 

“Yeah, it is.  But let’s not talk about that right now.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Tell me your thoughts about last night.”

“It was...different,” Melody said, pausing to mull over how to best explain it.  She’d barely even had a chance to process what had gone on herself, so how was she supposed to put it into words?  Then her eyes lit up as the perfect word came to mind.  “It was exciting.”

Zane looked pleased.  “I thought so too.  What about it excited you?”

“I liked not knowing what was going to happen next,” Melody admitted.  “It was new and strange and kind of scary but in the best way.  I never imagined the anticipation, the build up, would feel so incredible.”

“It’s kind of like a long, long session of foreplay,” he winked.

“But usually other things come after foreplay,” she pointed out.

“Like you?”

She felt her face flush.  “Yes.  You didn’t let me.”

“I know,” Zane said simply, completely unapologetic.

“Why?”

He shrugged.  “It turns me on to have total control of your body, and I love that look of desperation in your eyes, like you would do anything for relief.  And you can complain all you want but I think you liked it too.”

“I...I guess I sort of did.”

“At first I was worried about doing this,” Zane confided.  “I thought you didn’t know what you were getting yourself into, and as soon as you found out what flavor of kink I like, you’d run away screaming.  But you haven’t.”

“No, I haven’t.”

“Melody, I think you have a submissive streak.”

“I think maybe I do!” she admitted.

“I can’t believe you didn’t know about it until now,” he marveled.

“Yeah, I don’t know why I never experimented with submission before,” she replied.  “But better late than never...”

“Absolutely,” Zane agreed.  “And I didn’t mean what I said in a bad way.  I think it’s great you’re starting to figure out what you like.  And I’m so lucky I get to be the one to teach you.  That is, if you want to continue with it?”

“Are you crazy?  Of course I want to!” Melody exclaimed.

“What do you have planned for today?” he asked as she sat up in bed and stretched.

“Nothing much,” she replied, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.  “What are you doing?”

“I’m about to have a shower with you,” he replied matter-of-factly as he stood up.

A broad smile broke out across Melody’s face.  “Okay,” she agreed, accepting Zane’s hand and climbing out of bed.  Then she realized her lingerie was still all askew and her body was on display.  She quickly yanked her thong back up and pulled her bra back into place. 

“One day I’ll train you not to be embarrassed about your gorgeous body,” Zane told her as he led her into the master bathroom.  “When we’re playing, it’s mine to enjoy.  Someday soon I hope that will be enough to keep you from covering yourself up.”

Melody couldn’t really imagine not being at least a little self-conscious about her naked body, but she said nothing.  She didn’t want anything to ruin the moment.  Shower sex sounded like the perfect start to her morning – she couldn’t wait!

She and Zane both undressed and got in the shower. 

That was when Melody got her first look at his package in all its glory.  Her eyes nearly bugged out of her head!  He was even bigger than she had imagined, long and thick and perfect.  And he was already semi hard.  Being sleepy was now officially the last thing on Melody’s mind.  In fact, there was only one thing on her mind now...and she was staring at it!

When Zane caught her gawking, he began to laugh.

She turned crimson.  “Sorry,” she mumbled, quickly averting her eyes.

“Don’t apologize,” he told her as he turned on the water. 

The warm, soothing water cascaded over them as they stood only inches apart.  Droplets of moisture trickled down over Zane’s well defined pecs, running across his abdomen and to, well, x-rated places.  It was all Melody could do to keep from licking the water off.  She couldn’t remember ever being so attracted to a man before.

Without speaking, Zane poured some shampoo into the palm of his hand.  Then he began to carefully wash Melody’s hair, taking care not to get the suds in her eyes.  The sensation of having her hair washed and her scalp massaged was relaxing, but it wasn’t what Melody was
really
after. 

Even though Zane wasn’t touching her sexually, he may as well been.  She was dripping, and it wasn’t from the water.  In fact, she was practically panting with desire.  She longed for Zane to just push her up against the tiled wall and take her hard until steam hung heavy in the air and they both collapsed in an exhausted heap right there in the tub.

But that didn’t happen. 

Once Zane was done with Melody’s hair, he set to work soaping up her body.  He used his hands for this, working the fresh smelling body wash into a rich lather between his palms before spreading it over her bare, wet skin. 

At first his touch was innocent, soaping her thighs, rubbing her back and washing her arms.

Then his hands began to stray.

Zane cupped her breasts as he stood behind her, pulling her even closer to him.  He took his time, teasing her nipples until they stood at full attention, rock hard and throbbing.  Melody moaned and began to move her hips in slow circles, barely even aware of the fact that she was grinding against him.

Though Zane seemed reluctant to turn his attention away from her breasts, he eventually pulled his hands away, leaving Melody gasping.  He poured more body wash into his palm before lathering up her abdomen. 

Then he slid his hand lower, until it came to rest right between Melody’s thighs.  She inhaled sharply and didn’t dare move, delighted by the intimate caresses that lingered long after Zane had finished washing her.

This time he didn’t avoid that special spot that drove her wild.  Instead, his fingers sought it out, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles.  He was gentle at first, but as Melody’s lust grew, he became more forceful, his fingers moving faster and applying more pressure. 

She knew what he was trying to do, and she was helpless to stop him...not that she wanted to.

Her breathing ragged, Melody arched her back and cried out hoarsely as the first spasm hit.  And once it did, all bets were off.  There was no more holding back, no more controlling herself.  There was only ecstasy. 

After the way Zane had gotten her all worked up only to leave her frustrated the previous night, her climax was intense.  In fact, thanks to Zane continuing to stroke and press even after she’d come, Melody quickly found her body being propelled toward a second orgasm.  She struggled, thrashing against his fingers, but he held her firm.  And before long, the overstimulation began to feel good again. 

Multiple orgasms were almost unheard of for her.  Usually after one, she was done for.  But it wasn’t like Zane had left her much choice.  No, he had simply kept playing between her thighs with no intention of stopping until he decided it was time. 

He had forced her to accept his touch – even after the pleasure had turned to discomfort due to her heightened sensitivity.  And deep down, Melody had liked that.  She’d liked having no control, being “forced” to accept whatever Zane decided to do to her.  It felt dangerous without actually
being
dangerous.

Of course, it hadn’t hurt that Melody’s discomfort had rapidly morphed into yet another wave of white hot pleasure.  Never before had a man been able to make her feel that way.  Never before had she felt so completely consumed by her arousal.

When Zane finally decided he was finished with her, Melody sighed with relief and slumped against him, the warm water still streaming down over them.  She was completely spent from her very satisfying ordeal.  He held her up, supporting her with his strong, muscular arms. 

He shut the water off and lifted her out of the shower with ease, immediately wrapping her in a large fluffy white bath towel.  Then he grabbed a second, smaller towel and used it to carefully dry off her freshly washed hair.

She looked at him with adoration in her eyes, still moony from her multiple climaxes.

He smiled at her, and for a second the new, dominant Zane was gone and her best friend was there, as steady and unwavering as ever.  He was like two different people, but maybe that was okay.  In that moment, Melody realized she loved them both.  At least she thought it was love.  Or maybe it was just hormones.

“What now?” she asked, smiling back at him.

He took her hand.  “Come with me,” he ordered before leading her out of the bathroom.