Safewords: Davenport and Chiffon (17 page)

He sighed, staring at her feet as he spoke. “Ma'am, there's something else, but Brent told me I can't talk to you about it. But, you need to know, and I—"

She interrupted. “If Brent ordered you not to tell me, you shouldn't. His authority supersedes mine, you know this."

Jacob took a deep breath and spoke fast. “Zach cried to him, on the phone. Completely fell apart, to the point Brent almost flew down to him; he was so worried about his state of mind."

Seeing him placed in the middle, his loyalties torn, broke her heart. She offered her hand. “Let's get into bed. I need to hold you."

She leaned against the headboard and had him lay with his head in her lap, and caressed his face and the side of his throat, stroked his arm. She was still wearing the hotel's thick terrycloth robe, and she pulled it aside so he could rest his cheek directly on her thigh. She told him to stay put as she speed-dialed Brent.

"Feeling better now that you've got company?"

"Yes, thank you, but we need to talk.” Jacob stiffened and she trailed her fingers through his hair, wincing in pain as her shoulder caught, but kept up the movement, needing to reassure him it'd be okay.

"Oh?"

"You once told me problems in a menage should be dealt with right away, that communication must be paramount when there are more than two people in a relationship."

"I did, yes."

Jacob sat up and she said, “Lay back down, Jacob."

"I can't listen to this. I shouldn't hear it."

"When I get off the phone I'll be introducing your mouth to a bar of soap for arguing with me. Lay down, now, or I'll spread a blanket on the floor for you to sleep on tonight."

His face remained defiant, but he put his head back on her thigh as Brent was saying, “On the one hand, I'm impressed with your ability to handle him, but on the other, I'm worried about what issue might have him this upset."

"You forbid him from telling me Zach cried. It put him in a position of divided loyalties. You'll always be more important to him than me, but he felt it was information I needed to have. Crap, let me start over."

Jacob was still tense, and she moved her hand to his shoulder, hoping it would give him the assurance he needed. She took a breath, closed her eyes, and spoke slowly. “I asked him if I'd been wrong to leave, and he gave me a well thought out answer, more concerned with truth than hurt feelings. I thanked him for being honest and he fucking
winced
. I don't think I'd have seen that kind of reaction if I'd slapped his face. I won't try to advise what you should do about him telling me—but I
am
requesting he not be put into that position again. It's not fair to him."

He sighed. “You're right. I screwed up. Can you put me on speaker, please?"

Dana laid the phone on the bed and touched the speakerphone icon. “Okay, you've got us both."

"I'm sorry, Jacob. I was wrong, and I'll grant you a forfeit when you return home. Furthermore, I give you permission to explain what that means to Dana, once we get off the phone."

"Thank you, Brent, but I knew I'd be punished when I chose to tell her. I'm not asking for clemency. I disobeyed a direct order."

Brent sighed. “I made a mistake, but you should've called to discuss it instead of defying me. Dana, was the conversation one where he needed to tell you right then? Or would it've been okay to take five minutes to call me, to get permission first?"

Jacob's gaze met Dana's, his misery making her heart hurt. He opened his mouth to speak and she shook her head. He closed it and she smiled, showing him she was pleased. “Let me repeat the part where he
winced
when I thanked him for being so candid. I don't believe he could've called you, because he was too far into the guilt of my praising him for his honesty when he was withholding information."

"However,” she sighed, meeting Jacob's eyes and stroking his cheek. “Looking at his face right now, it's clear he needs you to address it. Not that I have a say in your decision, but my suggestion would be for the symbolic rather than punitive."

"Excellent, thank you.” His tone changed as he addressed his submissive. “Jacob, you'll bend over my lap and receive six smacks to the ass from my hand after I've accepted my forfeit from you. The subject is now closed. Is there anything else, Dana?"

She made sure he was okay with Jacob following along as her assistant the next day, and let him know she probably wouldn't be up to playing—verifying she could allow a possible orgasm in the morning instead of tonight.

She took it off speakerphone so Jacob and Brent could talk, and reached for her tablet to finally listen to Zach's voice mails. The first was scared, worried. A few voicemails later she heard anger, and then the apologies started. She looked through the emails and saw a similar pattern. Jacob was off the phone when she finished, but he remained quiet.

"Everything okay?"

"I'm sorry I doubted you, and regret my defiance. You were right to call him."

He was miserable, and she'd have to assure his consequences were sufficient to assuage his guilt. But first... “What's a forfeit?"

"He allows me to fuck his ass. It's only happened twice; he isn't wrong very often, but when he is, he admits to it. I've been forbidden from telling anyone, ever, so for him to request I explain it to you—it's almost like he's admitting he wronged you, too."

"Why did you argue with me?"

"It's not that I didn't want you telling him—I would've told him myself, if you hadn't... I just didn't want to
hear
you telling him. It's not easy to submit sometimes, and I failed you. If I can't surrender when it's hard, then it means nothing when it's easy. I'm sorry."

She brushed her fingers through his hair. “You didn't fail me or yourself. No one's perfect and there were a lot of emotions flying around. I want you to trust me to handle stuff like this, and I hope my reactions today helped you along that path. Go to the bathroom and put a towel down before you kneel. I'll be in there in a little while."

He stood beside the bed, saying, “I'm not usually allowed things like towels under my knees for punishment, Ma'am."

She raised her eyebrows. “Still arguing with me? I said put a towel down, and you will. You'll also spend longer with the soap in your mouth."

His head dropped. “I'm sorry, Dana."

She waited for him to turn and walk, but he stood in place, looking at the floor. Sighing, she said, “It feels like you're testing me, Jacob. Go to the bathroom, put a towel down, and kneel. Since you're trying to delay, you can hold your hands to the back of your head as you wait."

He finally turned and, she assumed, followed her instructions. She set her alarm app for five minutes and handled a few things online, as she wanted to give him time to think before they began. When her tablet vibrated she retrieved her all-natural soap from her luggage and walked to the bathroom, a little guilty for the strong arousal she felt at the anticipation of punishing him.

He was kneeling as she'd instructed, but she only glanced at him before stepping to the sink to run the bar under the water, lathering it well. “Open wide, stick your tongue out.” She wiped the bubbly soap over his outstretched tongue, and then used her fingers to smear the white film all around his teeth and gums, and under his tongue—her clit throbbing insistently as his eyes began to water. Finally, she stuck the well-worn bar a good ways into his mouth and told him to close, looking into his eyes with no mercy, knowing he needed assurance she was willing to follow through when he didn't obey. She held his gaze until drool streamed from his mouth, and turned to walk out of the bathroom with a terse, “Follow me."

Happy to see he didn't move his arms, she situated him in front of the TV with legs spread and hands still locked to the back of his head. “I'd intended on ten minutes, but you managed to double your time to twenty."

Retrieving her tablet on the way back to the bed, she set another silent alarm so she'd know for sure when his time was up. She emailed Brent, asking him the significance of a semi-hard cock during punishment. He responded it likely meant Jacob was turned on by the power being wielded over him, but the discipline was unpleasant enough to override the feeling and prevent a full erection.

When the twenty minutes were up, Jacob's eyes were watering enough to be called tears, he had soapy drool all down his front, his arms showed the strain of being held up for so long, and his cock displayed marginal arousal.

"You can drop your arms and get in the shower—the bar stays in until you're under the spray. Make it quick, but be sure you get all of the soap off or you'll be itchy."

She let him brush his teeth once he was clean and then brought him to bed and held him, telling him the punishment was over, and she knew he'd do better following her orders in the future.

Her shoulder let her hold him for about ten minutes before it started hurting. She tried to adjust the way she was holding him to ease it, but the pain only got worse. She relaxed into the ache, needing to reassure him after she'd had to be harsh, but he picked up on it and said, “If you'll allow it, I'd like to rub Brent's bruise cream into your sore spots. I also have some stronger stuff I'd like to work into your back. I know we're good—I deserved what you gave me and now it's over. Let me take care of you please, Ma'am."

"You're too good to me."

His eyes met hers, emotion spilling out. “I'm grateful you're allowing me to be good to you, Ma'am."

Her feelings were too close to the surface, and the eye contact was almost too much. She held it though, because he deserved to see into her. “I don't know what to say to that. You've become very important to me. Sometimes I'm not certain I'm worthy of your submission. You're so...” She paused, and found the perfect word. “...exquisite, in your surrender."

She recognized the look on his face, she'd felt the same after being given approval by Garnet and Zach. Such a simple thing, to compliment and praise; she'd have to remember to do it more often.

"Thank you, Ma'am. You're very worthy; please don't ever doubt it. If you'll roll over, I'll get the bruise cream and massage oil."

Dana awoke in the middle of the night and realized she'd drifted off while he massaged her back. Her shoulder felt much better—the man had magical fingers. She double-checked her tablet, assuring the alarm was set, and fell back asleep in Jacob's arms.

She wasn't awakened by the alarm the next morning, but by Jacob's mouth. Or, more specifically, by his probing tongue, making her blood boil and her hips rotate as she tried to find relief. He brought her to three orgasms before she stopped him, telling him it was enough, and he shifted into his kneeling stance on the bed, his cock rock hard and eyes lowered. She was reminded of how she'd thought he looked like a Greek god when she first saw him, and wondered how he was pulling the look off now, even when in a submissive pose. He was so regal and graceful, and just so damned beautiful.

"You didn't have permission to touch me."

"No Ma'am, I didn't. I apologize."

"No need to apologize, we've talked about you taking the initiative on occasion, and it was a good call. I'm wound too tight, and wouldn't have let you if I'd been awake. Thank you."

He looked up, meeting her eyes with a smile, and her heart fluttered.

"You're very welcome, Ma'am."

"Hands behind your head; lock your fingers together and don't move them."

He did as instructed and she sat up and swung her legs under and behind her, so she was laying the other way, her face near his cock. She leaned down and licked from the base to the head and then, without warning, took him into the back of her mouth. She let the saliva build a moment, and then she pushed further, his cock burying into her throat as she swallowed him.

She tortured him until her shoulder started to complain, and then took her time propping pillows before reclining into them, bending her right leg and planting her foot into the bed near his knee.

"Jack yourself off—but hold back until I give the word. I want you to come on my foot, and then I want to feel your tongue licking it off."

Jacob had a female foot fetish, and she'd seen evidence before of how much an order to lick his own cum affected him. Best of all, she could see the effects of her words on him as he lowered his hands and began to masturbate for her.

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They checked out of the hotel in plenty of time to meet her clients, with Jacob stowing their luggage in the back of his Escalade as she climbed into the passenger seat, happy to have a driver for the day.

She'd been worried about looking like an accident victim in a professional setting, but Jacob had parted her hair on the other side and brought enough of it down over her stitches to keep them from showing. Between that and the job he'd done on her make-up, she felt pretty good about the way she looked.

Jacob was introduced as her assistant, and he stayed in the background and played his part perfectly, as she knew he would. They had a long lunch before stopping at Target to buy a picnic blanket, and then laid in the sunshine and talked while they waited for Zach at Coolidge Park.

Dana saw Zach coming towards them twenty minutes before the time, and she stood and walked to him, meeting him about twenty feet from where Jacob was laying, but she kept going, assuming he'd follow. She sat by the fountain and Zach joined her, looking out across the grass towards Jacob, who was busy finger typing into his smart phone.

"I should probably be jealous of him, but when Brent told me he'd gone to you last night, I was relieved you weren't alone. Even now, seeing the two of you talking so comfortably, smiling and laughing, I don't resent him. I'm sad, and I'm scared I'll never have it with you again, but—"

She interrupted him, her heart aching for them both. “Jacob convinced me to read one specific email of yours last night, and then I finally looked through the others, and listened to your voice mails.” She shook her head. “Part of me wants to apologize for leaving without talking, but the rest wants to punch you for backing away, saying it was a mistake, and expecting I'd still be there when you deigned to come back upstairs."