No Safeword: Matte - the Honeymoon (13 page)

She was quiet, with the wheels so obviously turning
in her head as she considered how best to answer. Her ability to so easily
recognize his trick questions was one of the things he loved about her.

“Of course I trust you,” she finally said. “That
isn’t the issue here.”

“Is there anything I’ve done in a scene that you
honestly wish I hadn’t?”

She considered his question a good thirty seconds
before slowly shaking her head. “No. There are plenty of things I hated while
they were happening, but when I look back on them, it’s with fondness and…I
don’t know, pride? Happiness? Contentment? I’m happy I was able to handle it,
and give you what you wanted.” Her smile lit up her face. ”I wouldn’t change a
thing.”

He lifted her wine glass, handed it to her, and
reached for his beer. “Then trust me to know how to make this scene good, too,
even if I’ve asked what you want.” He shrugged. “If it’ll make you feel better,
you have to know I won’t do all ten things. I’ll pick and choose what I want to
do amongst your list, and it’s highly possible I’ll find a twist on something
you want, so I give it to you in an unexpected way. I won’t know until I see
the list, which can’t happen until you actually write it all down.” 

She looked at the paper, glanced up at him, looked
back at the paper, back to him. “I’ll do it later, on the computer. You said
this is for tomorrow night. Right?”

He shook his head. “You have a pen and paper because
I want to see what you write the first time, and not the edited version. If you
want to cross something out and change it, feel free, but make sure I can read
what you strike through.”

He took another long drink, set the bottle to the
side, and opened another.

He could almost see Sam run a debate point through
her head, discard it, and then run the next. When she apparently realized she
had nothing left to argue, she met his gaze and said, “No matter what I say
next, you’ll pull the Dom card and tell me it’s an order.”

Ethan felt his smile grow, and tried not to let it
appear too cocky. “Would I do that?”

She laughed, set her book on the table, leaned back,
pulled her legs up to support the notebook, wrote a
one
on the first
line, and circled it.

Ethan reached for his magazine and gave her some
privacy to come up with her list, though he had to restrain himself to keep
from leaning over to see what she was writing.

He knew she’d have a full body flogging on the list,
likely near the top. There were a few bondage positions she favored, and he
expected to see them as well. If he’d asked for a list of five things, he felt
confident he could guess four of them, but a list of ten? He wasn’t sure what
her final six would be. He could guess, but couldn’t be certain.

He’d caned her last night, and taken her to the limit
of what she could handle. Maybe just a touch farther, truth be told. He’d
brought her to tears, which was a damned hard thing to do with her. He didn’t
want her to cry during every scene, but occasionally needed to know he could
take her there.

Still, he wanted to make the last night of their
honeymoon about
her
pleasure. He understood she didn’t want the power to
control the scene, so he’d have to work it so she thought his actions were
based on what he wanted to do to her from the list…and he’d have to find a way
to twist one of them into something she wasn’t so happy about. He knew his wife
well enough to know she needed something challenging, something she had trouble
taking, as proof of her submission. Or, maybe as proof of his ability to dominate
her.

She spent nearly an hour coming up with the list, but
when he finally saw it, he decided she deserved a reward for giving him so many
details, and not just ten simple bullet points.

1.
      
Full body flogging. Start with a soft flogger and work up to
the knotted one. I’d like my hands bound above me, but no other bondage.

2.
      
A hand-spanking. Preferably lying over your lap on the bed.

3.
      
Total bondage, so I can’t move more than fingers and toes.
You can work on specific parts of my body while I’m bound, but I’d also really
like to be fucked while spread open and totally at your mercy.

4.
      
You used the rubber flogger on my asshole once. You said you
wanted to make it hot before you fucked it. I hated it while you were flogging
it, but the extra heat and pain once you were inside me was wonderful.

5.
      
I’m sorry I can’t give you specifics for this one, but
something psychological. Not necessarily making me play fetch, or making me pee
outside…but something along those lines. Something we haven’t done, that will
push my boundaries further than we’ve gone before.

6.
      
Other than the mind-fuck psychological thing, I don’t want
to have to use self-control. If you deny me speech then put my tongue in
bondage, so it’s impossible to get in trouble for trying to speak. If you want
me to stay in a position, bind me into it. If you want to force me to run in
place, or move a certain way, then engineer it so there is pain if I stop or
slow.

7.
      
 One night at your house, you put a dildo gag in my
mouth, a dildo in my pussy, and a plug in my ass. You put me in a harness, so
the bottom two couldn’t come out, and forced me to keep all three in, all night
long. It drove me crazy with need. I don’t think I can handle this if I have to
work the next day, but it worked well on the weekend.

8.
      
The beam in the living room can support full body
suspension. I was fascinated by the saran wrap suspension we saw in Atlanta,
but I don’t know if you can pull it off here without proper equipment. If not,
then maybe you can incorporate plastic wrap in another way?

9.
      
I can’t believe I’m asking for this, because it terrifies
me, but it also makes me feel closer to you — Breathplay, with plastic
over my nose and mouth.

10.
   
I know this probably isn’t possible here, where we don’t
know people in the scene, but it’s something I’m curious about, so this seems a
good time to tell you. Your cock is about as big around as my fist, which means
I should be able to handle being fisted by another woman. In my fantasies, you
order another submissive to fist me in the pussy and ass, but sometimes you let
a Domme have free reign, though you never leave my side as she’s working me
over, and all she does is work from fingers up to fisting me. I know if you do
this, I can’t dictate what can and can’t happen. I’m just letting you know
where my fantasies have taken me.

Ethan read it through twice before glancing at Sam.
She was reading her book, but her body was tense as she waited for his
feedback.

“Thank you, Sam. You gave me more than I asked for,
but I expected you to ask to fight me.”

She looked down a second before looking past her book
towards the watery horizon. “Not after I turned on you our first week here.”

Her expression was so sad, and Ethan’s heart broke.
He reached for her hand and said, “None of that, Samantha. We wiped the slate
clean. If you need to fight me, you’re supposed to ask. Maybe by asking, and
getting it out of your system, you won’t be as tempted to do it without
permission?”

She looked to him, her eyes unsure. “It won’t hurt
your feelings for me to ask for it?”

“Not at all.” He shook his head and smiled. “I enjoy
our sparring matches, and especially enjoy taking you once I conquer you.” His
fingers played over her hand and forearm. “I just don’t like being struck with
no warning. I was having to keep my guard up even when we were being romantic.
It was tough.”

“I’m sorry.”  

The look in her eyes was heartbreaking, and he
resolved to find a way to help her control her instincts better.

“Don’t be sorry. I should have told you sooner.” He
sat up, turned sideways so he faced her, and lifted the back of her hand to her
lips. “Your number ten doesn’t work for a scene tomorrow, so you owe me another
point anyway. What number should I put the sparring match?”

“Can I see the list a moment, please?”

Ethan handed the notebook to her and she looked it
over twice before handing it back and saying, “Three.”

He nodded acknowledgement, and scooted so he sat on
the edge of her lounge chair.

He pushed her bathing suit top to the side and pulled
both breasts out. No one was on their section of beach, and his body would
block the view of anyone walking or running.

He set her book on the table and casually said,
“Hands laced behind your head.”

She obeyed without hesitation, and he leaned forward
to give her a kiss on the forehead.

“I’d already planned sleep deprivation for tomorrow
night, so the triple penetration along with whatever else I end up doing
overnight will play along nicely.”

She gave him a half smile and said, “You’re trying to
help us get back on Chattanooga time faster, aren’t you?”

He tilted his head and smiled. “Can’t get anything
past you, but don’t think it will be simple sleep deprivation.”

She rolled her eyes. “Of course not. Sir.”

He pinched and twisted both nipples again. “Watch
your mouth, Samantha.”

She gasped in pain, but quickly said, “Sorry,
Master.”

“As it turns out, I like the idea of doing most of
these things, so we may start a little earlier than I’d originally planned.”

He leaned forward, brushed his lips against her ear.
“You aren’t allowed to come until further notice. I don’t know when I’ll give
you release, but if I want you to beg, I’ll tell you.”

He saw the goose bumps on her shoulder and arm, and
heard her breath catch. He knew she loved being reminded of his power over her,
and her reactions almost always made him want to fuck her senseless.

She nodded her understanding, took a breath to regain
control of herself, and looked out over the ocean.

 “I wonder if we can rent some sea kayaks at the
last minute?”

He twisted at the waist and looked out over the ocean
a few seconds before turning back to her. He fully understood she was looking
for a way to keep him from torturing her all day with denial, but he’d enjoyed
their kayaking trip, and loved the idea of going again before they went home.
He’d have the rest of their lives to tease her unmercifully and deny her
orgasms, but only one honeymoon to play on the ocean.

“That sounds nice, actually. I have the number in our
luggage. I’ll get it and make the call.”

They rented two, one-person sea kayaks, and the first
thirty to forty minutes were spent paddling so fast they practically flew
across the ocean’s surface. It seemed they both wanted to work some energy off.

Ethan wasn’t paddling as fast as he could, but wasn’t
much under it. He knew Sam was strong, but she never ceased to amaze him, the
way she kept up with him.

When his arms began to tire he backed off first,
balanced the paddle across the kayak, and coasted to a stop. Sam did the same
beside him, and they sat and watched the waves ripple across the vast expanse
of ocean as the clouds drifted above them.

“I think I’ll miss the salt smell most of all,” Sam
said.

“As much fun as we’ve had, I think I’m ready for
home, though.”

“Me, too,” Sam agreed. “I’m looking forward to
getting the house set up the way we want, and making sure it reflects your
personality, and not just mine.”

“We’ll still have some time to play before we have to
go back to work.”

Sam lifted the oar, turned her boat so she was facing
Ethan, and then proceeded to try balancing the oar on one finger as she said,
“Yeah, but I don’t think our friends will leave us alone too much longer.”

“And I’m going to want to go to the dojo and check in
with Tom.” Ethan grinned as he watched her make micro adjustments until the oar
was perfectly balanced.

She looked up abruptly. “I’ll want to go, too.” She
shook her head. “I’m betting we hit the ground running, and don’t have any
carefree lazy days before we go back to work.”

A dolphin surfaced between them and Sam gasped in
surprise seconds before her eyes lit up with pleasure. The frisky juvenile
moved closer to her, and Ethan would have sworn it was the same young dolphin
they saw the last time.

His eyes scanned the water around them, and he saw
several more about ten feet away.

“There’s more to your right,” he said in a low voice.

She gently rested her oar back on her kayak. “This is
the same one, Ethan. He was young, and he had that little white area of
discoloration just above his snout.”

Sam watched the dolphin in awe, and Ethan didn’t say
anything when she dangled her hand in the water. She wasn’t actively trying to
touch the dolphin, she was just resting her hand in the water.

The juvenile joined the group, swam a couple of
high-speed circles around them, and returned to Sam. He surfaced right next to
the kayak and chattered at her.

“He’s trying to talk to you, I think.”

“I wish I knew what you were saying, fella.”

The dolphin darted in front of her, turned to look at
her, returned, and chittered at her again.

“Sam, I think he wants us to follow.”

She tilted her head, considering, and began to paddle
behind him when he swam. Ethan followed, and noted the other dolphins were
swimming alongside them.