No Safeword: Matte - the Honeymoon (19 page)

She brought her toes to the bar with her legs
together, but quickly realized she could hold the position longer with her legs
spread, so she let her toes trail along the bar until her feet were at the
edges and her legs made a V.

“Beautiful. Okay, push your legs up and loop your
knees over the bar.”

He released her wrist cuffs from the bar and had her
reach towards the floor, and then grab the bar from the other direction, so her
back arched sharply backwards. Sam groaned when he reattached her wrist cuffs
in this new, awkward position, but he only patted her exposed pussy, which she
was certain was now on full display.

He stepped to her front, so she could no longer see
him, and said, “Hands and knees stay put, Samantha. I have easy access to flog
and whip your pussy, stomach, and breasts, and I intend to do so.”

There was no way she could fall on her head with her
cuffs secured to the bar, but still, she hung on for dear life as she hung upside
down and swung out of control with each impact. The whip was relentless, and Sam
jerked and screamed and begged him to
please
have mercy.

Again and again, the strands found the sensitive
flesh between her pussy lips, and often wrapped around to her ass. He switched
to a shorter flogger with more falls and whaled on her inner thighs for a
while, and then moved to one of the rubber floggers and alternated striking her
pussy and breasts at random.

Sam closed her eyes and let the sensations pull her
under. She was no longer suspended, but afloat on a cloud of sensations. The
flogger stung and caressed, thrashed and embraced, bruised and nurtured,
striped and kissed. Pain and pleasure. Pleasure and pain. Samantha had long ago
lost track of which was which, and she lost herself in bliss.

When at last he tired of flogging her in this
position, he helped move her feet back to the floor so she was once again
standing on her tiptoes with her arms stretched over her head. She was both
relieved and saddened to be upright again.

He pulled out the double-tailed, knotted whip, and
stood in front of her a few seconds before saying, “We’re almost through here,
Darlin’. I know your arms and legs are tired, just endure this last bit for me
and I’ll get you down.”

Still deep into subspace, Sam welcomed this whip and
the pain it would bring. She felt the kick of adrenaline, recognized an edge of
fear, but wanted to take whatever he bestowed on her.

“I’ll endure whatever you give me, Master.”

“Of course you will, you have no choice.” He leaned
in, his mouth near her ear, and spoke in his super-deep, low, gravelly voice,
“You know this is gonna be rough. I’m quite enjoying the sound of your
screams.”

His fingers caressed the side of her throat, and he
kissed the back of her neck. Sam’s skin turned to gooseflesh, and she let her
head fall forward as a blissful groan escaped her lips.

The soundtrack so far had been floaty, ethereal
music, but now he switched it to discordant heavy metal, and thrashed her to a
drumbeat Samantha could never find. The whipping seemed to last forever, but
Sam was pretty sure it was only two songs. Her screams just added to the
keening, grating screeches and shrieks in the music, and when he finally stopped
and shut the sound off, Sam could only hang limp from the bar and try to catch
her breath.

It hadn’t been the harmonious, floating ecstasy of
earlier, it’d been gritty and cruel and rough, but was the perfect ending to a
perfect day. A perfect honeymoon.

Though Sam hoped it wasn’t really the end. She’d die
if she couldn’t come soon.

Ethan cut through the rope holding her wrists to the
bar, lifted her into his arms, and deftly carried her to the master bedroom. He
stopped inside the doorway, leaned to kiss her forehead, and asked if she
needed to use the restroom. He’d given her sips of their homemade sports drink
throughout the evening, but she didn’t think she needed to go. She couldn’t
manage her voice, so she only shook her head.

He settled her on the bed and said, “Okay, Darlin’.
Its knees and shoulders time. I need to be rough, so it’ll have to be your ass.
Do what you need with your arms. I won’t be too picky about position as long as
your back stays arched.”

Ethan only allowed for a hasty lube and stretch with
his fingers before his thick cock shoved a wide path into her ass. Sam was used
to him by now, but the initial entrance still took her breath as it stretched
and penetrated. Part of her couldn’t wait until she was more accustomed to him,
but another part hoped she never grew used to his cock in her ass, and always
felt so conquered and violated, so
owned
, when he used her.

“You can come when I do, and it’ll be your only
orgasm tonight.”

He took his time going in, and held still once he was
in until she got used to his size, but then pulled out and slammed into her,
and Sam found her voice to scream through the savage reaming. Ethan didn’t slow
his pace until he finally jetted into her ass, growling as he pumped his hips
and held her in position with his huge hands. He’d told her she could do what
she wanted with her hands, so she reached down to play with her clit when he
got close, and managed to come as he did. The single orgasm provided a little
release, but not nearly enough, and she knew she’d be crazy with need all
through the night. Especially if he made her wear something in all three holes,
as she’d requested.

Leaving the house for the last time the next morning
was hard. Their time here had been heavenly in so many ways.

However, Sam would’ve never believed one could only
take so much of paradise, but she wanted to sleep in her own bed, and looked
forward to starting the rest of her life with Ethan.

Still, this house held so many memories, and she
hoped they’d be able to come back for some of their milestone anniversaries.

They’d had dinner with Kai and his girlfriend one
evening, and Sam had his contact information. She didn’t know if they’d keep
track of him or not, but liked having the option. Plus, if they planned a
return trip she wanted to be sure they got him for any excursions. He’d been
one of the guides on their scuba dive to see the underwater temples around
Molokini, but they’d been with a large group and it hadn’t been the same.

Their flights and layovers went as well as could be
expected — other than an hour of turbulence, during which had Sam
reminding Ethan to take deep breaths and try to relax. Kirsten picked them up
at the airport, and Ethan had Sam sit up front so she could talk to her friend
while he collapsed into the backseat.

“Looks like you successfully wore him out,” Kirsten
joked as she pulled out of short-term parking.

Sam smirked. “He had this idea of us being sleep
deprived before getting on the plane, so we can get back onto Chattanooga time
faster.”

Kirsten laughed. “I’ve tried every method known to
man on my trips back from China, and there’s nothing you can do except restrict
yourself to short naps if you must sleep off-schedule, and get outside in the
sunlight as much as you can during the day.”

“His theory is we’ll sleep well tonight, set the
alarm to wake on Chattanooga time tomorrow morning, and,” she waved her arms as
if sprinkling fairy dust, “
magically
be back on schedule by tomorrow
night.”

Kirsten looked into the rear view mirror. “Seriously,
Ethan, you have plenty of time before you go back to work, so there’s no rush.
It’ll take your body six days to get back on schedule whether you fight it or
not, so just go with the flow and make it easier on yourselves, okay?”

He grunted in response, and Kirsten asked Sam how
they planned to spend the final week of their honeymoon.

“Most of his stuff should be unpacked, but we’ll need
to handle whatever the movers and decorators couldn’t place, and make sure the
house reflects us as a couple now, and not just me. Oh, and we’ll be at the
dojo quite a bit, getting Tom ready for the national finals, and Ethan ready to
jump back into the cage in preparation for the local title fights.”

When they arrived home, Kirsten helped carry their
luggage in and gave Sam a final hug as she told her they needed to get together
soon so she could hear all the details.

Sam hugged her friend, thanked her for the ride, and
when she closed the door behind her, Ethan grabbed a few bags and headed
towards the stairs. Not wanting to spoil the surprise, Sam made a wild dash to
get in front of him.

“Leave the bags down here for now, there’s something
upstairs I want to show you.”

He wrinkled his brow at her, but let her lead him up
the steps and into their room. He noted the extra door as he entered, and
turned to her with a puzzled look.

“I know you said you’d be fine using the closet in
the guest bedroom beside our room, but it didn’t feel right.”

He stepped to the door, opened it, and turned back to
her with a smile. “You had them build me a super-organized closet?”

She nodded. “The guestroom is now half its original
size, but it was pretty big to start with, and there’s plenty of room left.”

He stepped inside and opened gleaming wooden drawers
to see all of his things organized neatly, and his smile was worth every penny
she’d paid.

“I think this might be the best present anyone has
ever given me. Thank you, Sam.”

She let him wander around and explore a few minutes
before she reached for his hand as he walked by. She tugged him towards the
bedroom and said, “There’s a little more. Let’s go to the bathroom.”

Ethan was so tall he’d had to duck under her tallest
showerhead to rinse the soap from his head, so she’d had the plumber add two
more showerheads to the ceiling, high enough Ethan could stand under them.
She’d also had the carpenters embed hooks near the top of the back and side
walls.

He didn’t see the new showerheads right away, but as
soon as Sam turned the shower on with the outside controls, another huge smile
lit his face.

He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his
waist, and he leaned down to kiss her. “Thank you, Sam. You’ve gone out of your
way to make this our house, not just yours.”

Sam wiggled her hips and kissed him back, suddenly
not quite as tired as she was when they exited the plane.

“Do you know what I think?” Ethan asked.

“We should bring the suitcases up and explore the
house to see what other changes the movers and decorators made?”

He shook his head. “No. I think that, after a full
day of traveling, you’re a very dirty girl.”

He opened the door and took a step, and Sam reached
sideways to try to keep him from taking her into the shower fully clothed.

Ethan’s deep laugh set her to laughing as he twisted
her arms behind her back and held them there with one hand while holding her
upper body in place with the other. The water was warm, and her travel clothes
were designed to take a beating and survive, so the water wouldn’t hurt a
thing. She and Ethan both wore sport sandals, also fine in the water.

Sam stopped fighting and wiggled her hips. “How do
you plan to move my panties out of the way and pull your cock out of your pants
if you have to hold my arms?”

He looked up, took in the new hooks, and grinned back
down at her. “Looks like you left instructions for more than just the two new
showerheads.”

“Well,” she shrugged as best she could with her hands
pressed to the small of her back. “It’s our shower now, not just mine, and it
seemed like
your
shower would have attachment points.”

He chuckled and gently let her down. “Stand up
straight, arms toward the ceiling, wrists crossed.”

Sam complied, though she felt ridiculous in the
shower, fully clothed, with water streaming down her arms and body.

He told her to stay put, and he stepped out, removed
his wet clothes, and dried off as he watched her continue to stand under the flowing
water.

“I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”

He returned with a length of chain and two carabiners,
and suspended the chain between the two new attachment points. Sam couldn’t
take her eyes off him, mesmerized by the way his muscles moved and shifted.

He touched her chin and aimed her face up, but she
cut her eyes to look at his face instead. His grin told her he knew she’d been
watching
him
again, and she smiled back and looked to the chain dangling
over her head.

“Grab it and don’t let go, Darlin’.”

Sam silently went to tiptoe and grabbed the cool
chain in both fists. She’d worn a camisole and a textured t-shirt so she could
get away without a bra, but the water had soaked her clothes enough her nipples
now poked out almost obscenely.

Ethan used the back of his pointer finger to rub her
hard nipples through her clothes, and then bent to reach under her skirt and
pull her underwear off.

It was rare for Sam to be in clothes while Ethan was
naked, but standing under the water with her arms over her head, she was
clearly the one out of sorts. She had no idea how he could make her feel
submissive no matter their situation, but she loved him for it.

Rough hands parted her folds, and when she realized
she couldn’t spread her legs and still keep some weight on her toes, she lifted
her left leg out of the way and shifted her weight onto the ball of her right
foot.

“That’s my girl,” he said as he fingered her only
long enough to assure himself she was wet, and then reached for her raised left
leg, propped it over his right bent elbow, and bent to lift her right leg in
the same manner.

Within seconds, her body was in mid-air and his cock
was probing her pussy. “Hang on tight, Samantha. If you feel your grip
slipping, let me know in time to grab you.”

His look showed concern, and she reassured him so he
could fuck her without worrying. “I’m good. The chain isn’t slippery.”

He nodded, trusting her, and used the leverage he had
on her legs to pull her onto his cock. Sam gasped at the sensation as he filled
her at an unfamiliar angle, and then shuddered and moaned in ecstasy as he
pressed, rubbed, and scraped across her g-spot with every thrust of his hips.
Her body had grown somewhat accustomed to his size, and he’d learned how to
keep from going too deep and hurting her, but this position kind of put them
back to square one and she felt her control tumbling as ecstasy and bliss
fought within her and threatened to take over.

“Please tell me I can come whenever I want, Sir. Oh,
God. Right there. That’s
perfect
.” She drew the last word out forever,
and his chuckle was all masculine cocky attitude.

“As a thank you for my closet and the shower,” he
finally said, “you have permission to come as many times as you can manage.”

No sooner than he ended the sentence, she was
spasming around his cock, and she proceeded to do so for what seemed an
eternity. She’d splurged on a tankless water heater, so there was no worry of
the hot water running out, and Ethan was in no hurry to finish.

Eventually, he had her release the chain, and he
stepped backwards and sat on the bench. “Ride me, Sam. Put your hands behind
your head and ride me.”

Ethan lifted her shirt and sucked her nipples a
while, then twisted and abraded them. When Sam slowed, he hurt her nipples
worse, so she kept up the pace, even though she grew tired and wasn’t sure she
was capable of too many more orgasms.

At long last, he turned the water off, only to lay
her on the floor, spread her legs, and use his mouth to torture her more.

“I don’t think I can come anymore, Sir.
Please
,
what can I do to pleasure you, Master?”

She just wanted to get him off and go to sleep, but
he seemed intent on drawing this out forever.

He raised up long enough to say, “You aren’t through
coming until I say, and I believe you have at least another dozen orgasms in
you. Maybe more.”

Sam closed her eyes and kept her mouth shut. Arguing
would only make him more determined.

He brought her to orgasm several more times on the
floor of the shower, and finally helped her up, undressed her, and dried her.

“I believe we’ve christened the new shower, let’s get
your hair dry so I can take you to bed.”

As he blow-dried her hair he asked, “Remember the
first time we had sex?”

“Mmmm. Yes. You were so gentle with me, and you took
the time to learn my body and make sure I could take you.”

“And then I was rough with you.”

“Right, Sir. And then we fought, and you fucked my
brains out on the porch after you flogged me.”

He beamed another cocky smile and leaned down to kiss
her forehead.

“Well, tonight I’ve already fucked your brains out,
and I’d like to end on a vanilla note.”

She looked at him in the mirror, touched he seemed to
be apologizing for wanting a little vanilla. “I’m yours, Master. For whatever
or however you want my body.”

He switched the dryer off and ran his hands through
her hair. “I know, and I love you for it, but I want it to be good for both of
us.” He kissed the top of her head. “I don’t want you waiting for me to switch
to kink in mid-stream, and being disappointed when I don’t.”

Sam stood and turned to him, and kissed him as one
would a lover. When the kiss ended he smiled and caressed her cheek. “I love
how you mold to my wants and needs. If I’d told you I wanted to take you into
the other room and hurt you, you’d have been okay with that, too.”

Sam shrugged. “I happen to be malleable at the
moment. When I need something specific, you usually give me what I need.” She
grabbed his hand and walked them to the bedroom, but he let go and urged her
into bed as they neared it.

“I’ll go down and make sure everything’s locked and
set the alarm. Get comfy and wait for me, my darling wife.”

Sam wanted to do something special for him, but
couldn’t think of anything she could pull off in the short time he’d be
downstairs. She thought of wearing some lingerie, but quickly nixed the idea as
she thought of music, and ran to her cellphone and pulled up a playlist of
mostly romantic slow songs. She started the music, put it on random sort, plugged
it into the room’s speakers, dimmed the lights enough he could see her because
she knew it was his preference, and finally climbed into bed.

She groaned as her body slid between the sheets. The
bed in the rental house had been comfortable enough, but this was
her
bed, and her body melted into the familiar comfort. She wiggled her feet,
pulled her legs up, straightened them, and relaxed into the mattress.

Ethan stepped back into the room and Sam said, “I had
no idea how much I’d missed our bed. There really is no place like home, is
there?”

He slid into bed, wrapped his arms around her, and
said, “Not when it’s our home.”

Even in the low light, Sam saw Ethan’s eyes change to
a different color of green, and her body warmed in response. Emboldened by the
idea of vanilla sex, she stroked his arm, his chest, and reached for his cock.
His entire face smiled as she ran her fingers up the hard length of him, and
trailed them back down before gently fondling his balls.