Safeword: Rainbow (11 page)

"No."

And he removed the clover clamps and sat back away from her, not touching her.

Her nipples were on fire, but the freight train slowed as it neared her and then started fading off into the distance and she badly wanted to say "damn you", but she wisely kept her mouth shut, though she was sure he probably saw the sentiment in her eyes.

He reached out and gently fondled her breasts. "I think I've taken ownership of these. Now it's time to move on to other areas."

* * * *

Tyler was hard as a rock again. He took his time removing the rope and neatly wrapping it for the next time he would need it. She needed some time to catch her breath before he started in on her ass. Once the ropes were off he stood her up and kissed her. A kiss to let her know what she was doing to him, he hoped. And then he reached into the bag and pulled out the butterfly gag.

"I'll give you a way to safe word, but I know how hard it was for you to not scream a minute ago, and we are in a hotel, so I need to make sure you don't scream, Precious. I would love to hear your screams, it's kind of a pity I'm going to have to silence you. Do you want to tell me about any rainbows now?"

"No Sir."

"Very well then, open wide Precious."

He wasn't sure where that had come from. Precious. It had just come out and once he used it he liked it. He'd never called anyone Precious before, but then he guessed no one had ever actually been precious to him before either. When he'd known her before he'd called her Kitten, but he had a feeling that others had called her Kitten, so he didn't use it now. He wanted to take them forward into the future, not backward into the past. He wanted this to work, and if it was to work they couldn't try to just be what they had been three years ago. They had to find a foundation to build on, and then build on it.

He pumped the gag up until her cheeks were puffy and asked her to try to scream. She couldn't, and he kissed her on the forehead. He pulled the straps of the gag behind her head and buckled them, being careful to fasten it around her ponytail without pulling her hair.

He instructed her to climb on the bed and get on all fours. Once she was there he put a pillow under her chest and then told her to drop to her shoulders and put her hands on the bed near her feet. He made sure the pillow was situated so her neck and head came off of it at a good angle, and then moved behind her to put the spreader bar between her ankles and fastened it to her ankle and wrist cuffs. With her wrists attached to her ankles the spreader bar wasn't really necessary, but it was a nice touch and would help restrict her movements a bit more.

He then lined up the lube, some gloves, and a few condoms on the nightstand for later use, and walked around so that he was back in Viv's eyesight again. He wanted her to watch him take his belt off.

* * * *

Viv heard him getting more things out of the bag but couldn't see what was going on behind her. With her hands attached to her ankles and the spreader bar between her ankles she was wide open to him and there was no telling what he would do next.

She watched as he reached down and began unbuckling his belt, hoping it meant he was going to fuck her, but then realizing he hadn't positioned her for that. The bed was kind of tall and with her on her knees on the edge of the bed she was sure she was too high up. And when she realized he was taking the belt off but not his pants she was suddenly terrified. He hadn't given her a way to safeword!

Once he had it off he walked behind her and she felt him place something into her right hand, "That is a white tissue. Toss it backwards and it will fall off the bed to the floor and I will see it right away. If you drop it, you'll be telling me about your rainbows. Drop it now to tell me you understand."

She used her wrist and fingers to toss it backwards, and he retrieved it and put it back in her hand. "Very good. I'm not going to tell you how many times my belt is going to hit your ass, because I don't know. Whatever it takes for me to lay claim to it, I'll know when we get there."

The first five strikes weren't so bad. They hurt, but he was warming her up a little bit before he tore into her. The next five were more intense, but she enjoyed them, even wanted more.

And then, on the eleventh stroke, he meant business and it hurt. She could almost feel the welt forming on her ass. He gave her about a five second pause and then the next hit, just as hard, and she felt herself go lightheaded and begin to slip into subspace as the next one hit and she attempted a scream that didn't go anywhere. Though it was just as much a scream of pleasure as it was of pain. She lost track after that, but each strike felt like both a piece of liquid fire tearing at her soul and a caress at the same time. At some point it was just sensation, and she was just there to absorb it. When he stopped she was crying and had snot running down her face and couldn't do a thing about it. He walked to the vanity that was in the room to wet a washcloth with warm water and then removed the gag and wiped her face clean. He made her blow her nose a few times and then re-situated her on the pillow again so that her neck and head once again came off of it at a comfortable angle.

"You're floating now, aren't you, Precious?"

That was a bit of an understatement. "Yes Sir".

He took the tissue from her right hand and then she heard him doing something behind her again, and the next thing she knew she felt something at the entrance to her backside. She felt a well lubed finger sliding into her ass and she moaned and tried not to pull away. She gritted her teeth as she waited for her body to get past the feeling of being violated.

She felt him add a finger and she worked to relax enough to let it in. It was hard; she still hated having things in her ass at first. Hated it. He worked her with two fingers for just a minute and then a third was coming in and it was too soon, she had trouble relaxing for it, and she knew he was doing it this way to make a point. Just as she thought it she heard him say, "My ass." She felt all three fingers go all the way in until she felt his knuckles pushing against the outside, and then he was fucking her with those three fingers, taking her ass with his fingers. She startled herself when she began moaning, realizing she wanted more, needed more. She needed to come, felt it building up, "Please Sir, please let me come, I'm begging."

He removed his fingers and once again she bit her tongue to keep from saying "Damn you!"

And there was nothing. For probably thirty seconds. She heard a condom wrapper ripping open, and a few seconds later felt her hands being released from her ankles. He pulled her legs down so her hips were on the edge of the bed and her legs trailed over the edge, spread by the bar, and then his dick was at her ass and he was barging right in without being gentle. Once he got the head in he pushed, hard, and suddenly he was all the way in and she couldn't breathe.

"If you come before I give you permission then I'll put clothespins on your pussy lips and make you hold them open so I can flog your spread open pussy. Do you understand me?"

"Yes Sir."

"If you can't hold it back warn me and I'll stop. But do. not. come."

"Yes Sir."

And then he started fucking her ass, pounding it. She felt her orgasm coming. "I need to come, Sir!"

"Ten strokes, you'll take ten more strokes without coming and then you can ask again later, now
count!
"

And she did. "One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten."

He pulled out and her orgasm was gone before it hit.

She wasn't sure how she kept from coming, but somehow she had. And now it was gone.

Without warning, he rolled her on her back, with her legs straight up in the air. She felt him attach her wrist cuffs to her ankles, so now she was lying on her back with her legs spread over her head and her hands restrained at her ankles. He stepped back and removed the condom he had on and put another one on and stepped forward again and situated her so her ass was hanging off the edge of the bed a little bit.

"One more hole to make mine, Precious."

He entered her. All at once, with no warning and no warming up. She was wet enough, but, done like that it was more of a claiming. And as she thought the words she heard him say, "My cunt. My pussy. Mine."

She winced in pain, bad pain, not good pain, as he went too deep and he must have seen it, because he changed angles and then she was in pure bliss.

"Come when you want, Precious. As many times as you want. You don't have to ask for permission now, just ride it out."

At his words her body reacted and the freight train was bearing down on her again and suddenly she was spasming around him as he drove into her and he kept at it, and when she didn't think she could possibly come any more she heard and felt his orgasm begin and that brought another one to her and they came together.

She must have passed out because the next thing she knew the spreader bar was gone and she was laying the right direction on the bed and he was beside her, wiping her face with the washcloth.

"Sshh, don't talk. Just float for a bit and then we'll order room service."

Chapter Eight

Viv was a bit confused. It was the next morning and he was keeping the power exchange going, even though the scene was long over. She was ready to go back to being themselves, but he was making it clear that he was still in charge. For dinner last night he had allowed her to decide what she wanted to eat, but then he hadn't allowed her to feed herself. He had tied her wrist cuffs to the chair and fed her, much as he'd done three years ago. She'd enjoyed it, but she kept wondering when this scene was going to end. He had removed her wrist and ankle cuffs long enough for her to shower last night, but had put them back on after he'd dried her off.

When he took her to bed last night he'd restrained her wrists out to her side by running a rope under the bed and up to her wrists and then he'd gone down on her with his mouth, making love to her until she saw fireworks with her orgasms. Then he'd told her to go to the bathroom and empty her bladder, and when she had returned he had very loosely tied her left wrist restraint to the top corner of the bed with several feet of loose rope, kissed her goodnight and held her as she went to sleep. The wrist restraint hadn't interfered with her sleep, but she had to wake him up in the middle of the night when she had to use the restroom. He'd waited for her to come back and tied it back, played with her breasts for a few minutes, and then they'd gone back to sleep.

And now it was the next morning and he had her head backwards over the edge of the bed and he was fucking her mouth while he played with her nipples.

When he finished he left her lying there and said, "I'm going to get a shower and then I'll put a butt plug in your ass and we'll go downstairs to eat breakfast in the restaurant. You can shower when we get back, go ahead and brush your hair and put your shirt on and just get out the shorts you intend to wear today. When I get out of the shower I expect to find you bent over the bed, waiting for me to put your plug in. Don't brush your teeth; I want you to taste my come in your mouth for a bit longer. I'll let you brush your teeth after breakfast."

That was the last straw.

"RAINBOW you asshole. What makes you think you can stretch the scene out this long? And what the HELL made you think you could tell me when I can and can't brush my teeth!"

* * * *

Tyler couldn't believe what he was hearing. Rainbow? She safeworded about brushing her teeth?

"Viv, I know teeth brushing wasn't covered on the checklist, but... you let me do everything I've done and then pick a denial to brush your teeth for another hour or so as a reason to safeword? I know we haven't gone over the rules I expect my slaves to abide by yet, but this is tame compared to some of the things I will require of you."

He saw her face drop, and when it did he felt like he'd been punched in the gut. She said just one word. "Slave?"

He was cautious, he wasn't sure what had changed, but he knew something had. "Yes. Do you not like that term? We can use different terminology if that word hits you the wrong way. I don't mind calling you a submissive instead, or we can come up with something else. Maybe pet, or property, or, something."

"You thought.... you thought this was..."

He waited for her to complete her thought. Finally, she finished it. "You expected this to be a 24/7 arrangement?"

"Yes, didn't you?"

"No, Tyler. I'm not a 24/7 kind of submissive. I'm a sexual submissive, I'm only submissive in scenes, only submissive in matters of sex, not all of the time."

"Oh".

He thought fast. This was bad, very bad. He had always envisioned that when he finally settled down it would be with someone who wanted a permanent arrangement, and that was a 24/7 power exchange in his book. Someone who got off on the idea that he owned them, that they were not their own person. He'd love them and keep them on a pedestal most of the time, but would reserve the right to knock them off the pedestal when it suited him. He didn't really think he could change that, it had been his ideal for too long, but he needed to say something, and he and Viv would need to figure something out. But could he treat this as a bedroom game and nothing more? He didn't really think he could. But they had to try to find a compromise.

First things first though, she'd safeworded and the scene was over. "Here, let's get your cuffs off and you can come take a shower with me. And then we'll go get something to eat before we talk about this, okay?"

He saw resistance forming so he quickly said, "Let me help you get cleaned up, I got you like this, just consider this aftercare. Outside of the power exchange, Viv. Please don't pull away, we'll figure this out. But we should do it cleaned up and on a full stomach."

So she came to the shower with him and they soaped each other up and rinsed each other off, and then got dressed and brushed their teeth and hair and she pulled her hair into a ponytail and they went down to eat.