Safeword Quinacridone (48 page)
When he finally rose and she could breathe again she said, “Can I see my ring now, please?”
He laughed and sat her down — gently. She looked at it, and back up to him, speechless, before looking at her hand again.
The center diamond didn’t sit high, thank goodness, but was quite large, and encircled by around twenty moderate-sized diamonds. The band was two rings set in a connected, flattened spiral, with diamonds inset into both bands
all the way around
. She didn’t want to know how much it’d cost, but truly hoped he wasn’t using the two months’ salary rule as a guideline. No way did she want to walk around with anything this costly on her finger.
She finally raised her head to meet his gaze. “It’s too much.”
He shook his head. “It’s not enough, but if you don’t like it we can pick another, together. I went in disguise to choose it and had my attorney pay the jewelry store so the gossip rags wouldn’t find out I’d bought an engagement ring.” He smiled and kissed her forehead. “I knew you wouldn’t want flashy so I tried to balance how much I love you with something you’d be comfortable with.”
She looked at it again and realized he was probably right. The ring was obviously expensive but not overly glitzy
. I
t could’ve been way flashier. “I love it, even if I do think it’s too extravagant. But
...
your attorney? Does that mean
...
if he knows...” She stopped rambling, took a breath, and just said it. “Do you want me to sign a prenup?”
No smile, and a very serious face. “No, I wouldn’t dream of it. Besides, the way your art prices have been escalating you may have more money than me ten years from now.”
Cara shook her head and he said, “Don’t sell yourself short, but whether it happens or not isn’t the point.” He gently touched under her chin with a finger and tilted her head until their gaze met. “I won’t bet on our marriage failing. This is forever for me and I hope you feel the same.”
“Yes, I do, or I wouldn’t agree to it. Now what’s the second part?”
He grinned, his eyes twinkling. “I’ll show you when we’re through with our dinner.”
* * * *
When they’d finished eating he walked her down the porch steps to the cushioned swing by the pool. She still wore her swimsuit, but with a wraparound skirt cover-up, and he had on his bathing suit. He opened his electronic tablet to a presentation
,
the first picture of a girl wearing a leather hood covering eyes and cheeks and extending over her nose without blocking the nostrils. The woman’s hair and ears were completely concealed, with the lips and a portion of the jawline the only things visible as the hood molded under the chin and ended in a large collar fastened around the throat. He flipped to another image showing a ring gag attachment holding the mouth open. The leather was almost the same color as the woman’s skin, creating the unsettling effect of a faceless head on a female body.
“Tell me, do you think this hood objectifies this woman? Takes away some of her humanity?”
Cara’s libido blazed to life as she nodded.
“You know I have male friends in the lifestyle who know me as, well, me
...
instead of an alias. I’d like to throw a get-together and provide a party favor. You, in this hood, tied up for the length of the party in some artful way that makes you available to anyone who wants to use your mouth or ass. Your pussy is mine and will be plugged for the duration of the night.”
He caressed her cheek with the back of his fingers as he said, “You’ll start with a small ball gag that won’t stretch your jaw, but when the fun begins the ring gag will go in so the first couple of people who fuck your throat will do so whether you want them to or not. I don’t intend to hurt your jaw too bad, but I’m sure at least three or four will finish before we free your mouth.”
Cara’s hips moved on their own as her insides heated at the mere idea, and Travis smiled and kissed her on the forehead before continuing. “To sweeten the deal, I’ll write a check for ten thousand dollars at the end of the night if you’re the perfect party favor, and you get to decide who it goes to. If you want it for yourself, great. If you want it to go to the Arts Council, or some other charity, that’s fine, too. The point is I’ll be paying for your services. These parties happen a few times a year and you’ve been to one with me so far, at Mike’s house. I used to host one at the condo every fourteen or eighteen months, and while I know this sounds totally backwards, I won’t feel comfortable donating my non-latex’d girlfriend as party favor but would love to offer my wife.”
For so long Cara had felt it imperative Travis not perceive her as someone he could buy, and she almost turned him down on the spot, but his last sentence quieted her objections. She didn’t want her boyfriend to purchase her, but she discovered the notion of being bought by her husband was a
completely
different matter.
She’d fingered her ring as she considered, and
finally
raised her head
to
ask, “You offered me up to all comers once before, how will this be different?”
“The latex was thick and virtually indestructible as long as you weren’t around sharp objects. They were fucking a costume with you in it, not really fucking you. This group requires blood test results twice a year and we all practice safe sex with those we aren’t fluid bonded, thus condoms aren’t required.” He cradled her cheek in his hand and kissed the tip of her nose. “I’ve decided to plug your pussy because if your birth control fails I want to know it’s my child.”
He stopped talking a second and when he spoke again his voice was deeper, serious. “I
will
push your boundaries. By the end of the night your ass will be dripping with the cum of numerous men and you’ll have taken countless loads in your mouth. They aren’t sticklers for swallowing every drop but a few will make you hold it in your mouth, show it to them, and will want to watch your throat work as you ingest their spunk.”
Shaking her head, she protested, “No! I can’t bear having anything leak from my ass! What if—”
He interrupted. “We’ll make sure you’re clean inside before the party. We can get the stuff doctors have patients drink before a lower GI endoscopy, or I can help you with enemas. Either way, you’ll be squeaky clean and only cum will dribble.”
Cara couldn’t breathe. It was her fantasy — paid, objectified, used as a party favor. And to require this of her, too? Cleaning her out first so there wouldn’t be a mess would objectify her even more.
Her heart fell to her stomach as it occurred to her that, once married, sex with others would be adultery. Was this a test to see if she was worthy of becoming his wife? To find out if she’d liked it too much before?
“No. Thanks for offering, and for trying to fulfill my fantasy, but I don’t want to risk hurting our relationship. Marriage means just you and me, no one else.”
“It means whatever we want,” he said as he stroked her cheek and pulled her into his embrace. “We can write our own vows. You can promise to never have sex with anyone unless I arrange it. I can swear to never do anything with another woman without your assent. I want your pussy all to myself but there are millions of other ways I can allow men and women to objectify you. I’m going to love watching you taken repeatedly in the mouth and ass.” He kissed the top of her head before lifting her chin, and peered into her eyes as if scrutinizing her reaction before saying. “I’ll always want to be there, to watch and supervise, though.”
He pulled back from the hug, grasping her hand and lacing their fingers together as he fondled her ring finger with his other hand. “As for fantasies, maybe I miss the power trip of paying people to accept taboo excesses upon their bodies and minds?” His gaze met hers, emotion spilling from his countenance. “Perhaps I want this one thing I pay you to do, that you’ll only do if there’s enough money in it for you. I can assure you it won’t be easy and you’ll have to work for your paycheck. Maybe the fantasy gives both of us something we need.”
Cara almost laughed at the irony of having more money in the bank than she knew what to do with. She was making more than ever and her only expenses were insurance, gas, art supplies, and some clothes and shoes here and there for all the social occasions life with Travis brought. She purchased groceries sometimes, as it was the only household expense she’d figured a way to contribute, though Travis hated when she did. The Arts Council had done so much to give her a good start; it’d be nice to help them. Yeah, she’d love to hand them a ten thousand dollar check.
She looked up at him, smiling. “When’s the party?”
“Not quite three months away. Do you want to get married now
,
or wait two and a half months?”
Hah! So that was the second part, his way of convincing her to marry him sooner rather than later. She was okay with it though — she wanted to be his wife and loved the idea of calling him her husband. Raising her eyes to his she smiled and said, “I want to honeymoon on a warm sandy beach somewhere. I’m not picky about when, so how long will you need to plan our dream trip? We can stop in Vegas and get married on the way to wherever you book us.”
He flipped his tablet to the browser and opened a travel search engine. “You okay to go to Vegas tomorrow? That way we can be sure no one sees the ring on your finger and annoys you with questions.”
The End
ABOUT CANDACE BLEVINS
Candace Blevins is a southern girl who loves to travel the world.
She lives with her husband of 14 years and their two daughters. When not working or driving kids all over the place she can be found reading, writing, meditating, or swimming.
Candace writes romance books about characters who happen to have some extreme kinks. Relationships can be difficult enough without throwing power exchange into the mix, and her books show people who care enough about each other to fight to make the relationship work.
You can visit her on the web at
candaceblevins.com
and
kinkyeverafter.com
.
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He released her ankles from her wrists, but left her bound wrist to wrist and ankle to ankle. A rope had been thrown over the beam running across the porch, and he used it to tie her arms over her head, threading it through her cuffs and expertly knotting it. Stepping back, he dried himself while looking at her appraisingly, but didn’t say anything. He’d taken the condom off at some point and his cock was semi-hard. Sam watched as he walked to a side table and picked up a large flogger, and then lost her view of him as he stepped behind her.
