Safeword: Matte - In Training (12 page)

He looked into her face, reached for the arm
holding his ear, and calmly hit the release nerve in her
forearm.

Sam gasped as her hand went limp, and then
fought hopelessly as he zip-tied her other wrist to the
headboard.

“Fuck you, Ethan! Let me up!”

Ethan kept his voice level. Reasonable. “Did
you, or did you not agree I can have your body whenever I want?” He
fought the urge to reach up and check his ear. He wouldn’t give her
the satisfaction of knowing she’d hurt him.

“That was predicated on my trusting you
enough to know when you shouldn’t push!”

“Ah, so the agreement wasn’t to give me your
body whenever I wanted, but for me to be psychic enough to know
whether you wanted it or not?”

“No! But you know how my day has been, and
you still want to demand sex!”

“Yes, I do. I want to stick my cock in your
tight pussy and pound you until I find release.”

She was on her back now, and looked down to
his semi-hard cock. He chose not to comment, as it wasn’t uncommon
for him to fight her like this before taking her. Instead, he
twisted his body around to grab her ankles before he moved off her
legs.

He retrieved the strap on one side of the
bed and zip-tied her ankle to it, and kept control of her other
ankle as he climbed on and over the bed to secure her final hope
for release.

Sam stopped fighting, closed her eyes, and
turned her head away from him. “Please don’t do this, Ethan. This
isn’t fun anymore. I really don’t want this.”

Ethan heard her voice break, and realized
she was fighting tears. He sighed in relief, as he was finally
seeing real emotion, and he leaned down to caress her cheek.

“Have some faith, Samantha. Rape isn’t my
thing. You have some ugly bruises forming from your spar with Tom.
I’m going to put some arnica on them first, and we’ll see where
things go from there. Can you relax and trust me, please?”

“I don’t want to be restrained.”

Her voice was back to plain old anger, but
Ethan strove to keep his to a logical, reasonable tone as he said,
“And I don’t want to be nailed in the nuts again. I’d like to swap
the zip-ties out for cuffs, but I don’t want to fight you anymore.
Will you let me make the swap, or will you fight me the whole
way?”

Samantha didn’t answer, and he sighed and
walked into the bathroom. He knew the zip-ties were uncomfortable,
but he wasn’t going to change them out unless she promised to
behave while he did.

He gathered the arnica salve he’d made for
her, and the sight of the coconut oil reminded him of her
schedule.

“According to your spreadsheet,” he called
to her from the bathroom, “you still have one more ten minute
session with the anal ring this evening.”

Sam didn’t comment, and when he returned to
the bedroom, her face was turned away from the door and her eyes
tightly closed.

* * * *

Soft fingers rubbed warm salve across Sam’s
thigh, kneading and massaging around the newly formed bruise, but
soft when directly over it. Ethan moved up the bed and worked on
the backs of her forearms, which had taken a beating as she’d
blocked Tom’s strikes and kicks. With her arms stretched over her
head, they were pointing up and in perfect position for him to work
on them. She didn’t want it to feel good, but eventually relaxed
and stopped fighting her enjoyment of his hands rubbing, stroking,
and massaging.

He worked on her other thigh, and then spent
some time massaging the cream into both feet. She’d fought Tom
barefoot, and had struck him with both the ball of her foot and the
tops of her feet, depending on the type of kick. The top of her
right foot was tender, and she groaned as he rubbed the arnica
salve in.

He stretched out beside her and switched to
coconut oil to massage her stomach and abs, and eventually made his
way to the base of her breasts, massaging her breastbone at her
cleavage. He worked his way down her abs again, stopping at her
mound, but her body betrayed her and her hips moved.

“Will you open your eyes and look at me,
please?”

Sam finally opened them, and saw the man she
loved. She looked away again, but kept her eyes open. “Why are you
pushing this, Ethan?”

“I didn’t realize I’d be pushing anything in
the shower. How many times have we had a quickie after a run? But I
wasn’t even intending a quickie. My intention was to situate you
against the wall and wash you. I’m still not sure why you fought
me.”

“Okay, but once you realized I wasn’t up for
it, why push it then?”

“Because I don’t want a pretend power
exchange, where I can have you anytime I want as long as you’re
interested, too. I want the real thing.”

Sam sighed and finally admitted, “My ankles
are okay, but if you aren’t going to let me go anytime soon, can
you put my wrists in the cuffs, please?”

“Of course.”

Sam didn’t fight him as he released and
reattached first one wrist and then the other. She was so tired,
and it was hopeless, anyway. Sure, she could safeword and he’d
release her, but he was right. She’d agreed to this.

She wanted to tell him to just get it over
with, but had a feeling he’d take it the wrong way and would
stretch things out even longer. She glanced at the bedside clock
and saw it was ten o’clock though, and it gave her an idea.

“I have a full day tomorrow, is there any
chance we can be headed off towards sleep in the next thirty or
forty minutes? I still need to shower, too.”

“You’re doing everything you can to keep
from enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Sam glared at him in silence, and when his
beautiful green eyes threatened her resolve, she looked away.

“I love you.”

Sam didn’t say anything back and he kissed
her cheek and said it again. “I love you.”

He kissed her other cheek. “I love you.”

He trailed kisses down her neck, just below
her ear, and raised goose bumps. “I love you.”

His lips caressed and kissed their way
between her cleavage, down her stomach, to her mound, and he
scooted down the bed and between her legs and ran his tongue up
both lips, one at a time, before spreading her and circling her
clit. Sam bit back a moan and forced her hips to be still, but he
was relentless.

After one of his “I love you” statements she
said, “I love you too, dammit, but I’m not sure I like you very
much at the moment.”

He teased around her clit with his tongue
again and said, “Oh, I think you like me a lot, you just don’t want
to admit it.”

A finger circled her pussy as his tongue
teased her clit and she finally broke down and moaned and thrust
her hips toward him. He rewarded her by surrounding her clit with
the warmth of his mouth and slipping two fingers in. She could only
move her hips a few inches, but she writhed and moaned as much as
her bondage allowed. He kept her on edge and she knew what he
wanted. She also knew no one would get much sleep if she held out.
She was going to give in eventually, may as well do it now.

“Please fuck me, Ethan.”

“Look at me and ask.”

She opened her eyes and turned her head
towards him. “I want your cock inside of me. Please.”

He tilted his head and looked at her a few
seconds. “No, I don’t think you do. I think you just want this to
end.”

Sam didn’t deny his words, and he reached
for the coconut oil container and scooped some out. He melted it
between his hands as he settled between her legs on his knees, and
he reached for his cock.

Sam tried not to cringe
away from him, expecting him to lube himself and her, and then take
her, but instead he made himself comfortable and masturbated. His
hand pushed towards his body and then pulled away, slowly at first,
but he gradually picked up speed, and suddenly Sam truly
did
want him inside of
her.

Her gaze lifted from his cock, over his
rippling abs and sculptured chest. She watched the muscles move
under his skin, and was awed by way the muscles in his shoulder and
arm moved as he worked his cock. Her eyes finally met his and she
said, “I want you. Please.”

His hand slowed, but his eyes were cautious.
“I almost believe you, this time.”

“Untie me, if you want proof.”

His eyes bored into hers for a half dozen
heartbeats, and he finally leaned back to retrieve the fingernail
clippers he’d kept handy in case she needed a fast release. He
reached to one ankle and snipped the zip-tie, and then the other.
Sam planted her feet beside her hips and pushed up to invite him
into her pussy.

He leaned forward and released her cuffs
from around the headboard ironwork, cautiously sitting back up, as
if he were in the room with a wild tiger.

Sam reached to her pussy and pulled the lips
back as she pushed her hips up. “Please Ethan. Make love to
me.”

He began masturbating in slow motion again.
“Play with yourself.”

Her eyes drifted closed as she massaged
around her clit. “Please, Ethan.”

“You’re still using my name. Why is that,
Sam?”

Her eyes flew open and met his emerald gaze.
He wasn’t angry, and was leisurely working his cock with deliberate
strokes. Her fingers stilled and his eyes tracked down to them and
back up to her face, waiting for an answer.

“Will you make love to me, Ethan?”

“You need reassurance I’m not like him?”

“Can we talk about this later?”

He shook his head. “I won’t do this until
we’ve talked about it.”

She’d rebuffed him; it was up to her to
convince him she truly wanted him. She could see hurt and
uncertainty in his eyes, and realized she could have handled things
a lot better. “Can I make love to you?”

His hand slowed a few seconds and resumed
its former tempo. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t
want.”

“Enough, Ethan. I let my reflexes take over
and I screwed up, okay? I’m sorry. We’ll need to work out how to
handle this kind of thing in the future, but for now I’d like us to
move past it and connect. If you’re interested in moving past it
then work with me. If you aren’t then you can get dressed and go
home.”

His hand stilled and dropped to his side,
and Sam couldn’t read his expression. Moving on instinct instead of
logic, she sat up and leaned down to take his cock into her mouth.
He groaned above her, and she used her hands at the base as her
mouth worked the head. His hips moved and she pushed her head down
until her air was blocked, and held.

Hands tentatively touched her shoulders, and
then stroked her hair. “Come up, Samantha. That’s long enough.”

She stayed put, needing to show him she was
his, and she trusted him. His hands weren’t so gentle as he lifted
her shoulders this time, pulling her off him. She raised her eyes
to his and said, “I love you. I’m sorry I hurt you.”

“Okay. Okay.” He lifted her, and she got her
knees under her so she could wrap her arms around his neck. “It’s
okay, Darlin’. We’ll figure it out.”

Sam moved her right leg over his thigh, and
then her left, and positioned herself at his cock, rubbing her
pussy up and down it a few times before positioning the head at her
entrance.

He raised an eyebrow. “You sure about
that?”

“Help me?”

He kissed her forehead. “Lay down, Samantha.
Let me take care of you.”

She shook her head, “I want—”

His finger touched her lips. “I know what
you want. Will you trust me to give it to you?”

She’d hurt him by not trusting him before,
she could see it in his eyes. Instead of answering with her voice,
she answered with her body. There was no way to gracefully lay back
from her position, but she was afraid if she raised up he would
think she was leaving, so she pulled her arms behind her, grabbed
her elbows, and tilted back. She landed in an awkward position, her
lower back on his legs and her shoulders and head on the bed, but
the look in his eyes was more than worth it.

He pulled himself out from under her and
trailed his hand from her sternum down her stomach. Sam planted her
feet on the bed and spread her knees to give him access.

“I appreciate the sentiment, but you can use
your arms.” He looked up again. “Relaxed rules tonight. You can
tell me what you want, but can’t make demands. Tell me you’re going
to come before you do, but you don’t need permission. We’ll make an
exception to the rule about having something in your ass.” He took
a breath. “And no punishment for not showing respect.”

Sam noted he didn’t say she didn’t have to
use respect, only that there’d be no punishment if she didn’t. He
wanted her to do it willingly, not because she was being forced.
Damn, she’d hurt him worse than she realized. She met his gaze and
said, “Thank you, Sir.”

He took his time working her up again, and
had her practically begging before he finally entered her. He was
slow and gentle, and Sam loved being able to stroke and caress him
at will. She only had two orgasms, but she needed the connection
more than the release, and she appreciated him giving it to
her.

After her second orgasm he pulled back, and
she realized he was going to stop before he came. “You can’t get
off like…this. Can you?”

“It’s okay, Darlin’. I’m good.”

“No, Sir. I won’t accept that. Will you let
me turn over so you can pound me doggie style? Please, Sir?”

“Why?”

“Two reasons, Sir.” She held up a finger.
“This has been great, but we need to reaffirm who we really are.”
She added her second finger. “I want to do it for you. I’m yours.
Sir.”

He eyed her warily a few seconds and Sam
barely refrained from rolling her eyes at him. Instead, she rolled
over, pushed to all fours, and slowly lowered herself until her
chest was flat on the bed, her arms stretched out to the side, and
her pussy on full display. She didn’t say anything, but let him
think it over and make his own decision.