Safewords: Davenport and Chiffon (19 page)

Zach looked at him a few minutes, and Dana could tell he was debating something internally. “We'll need to finish this conversation later, I think."

Brent cocked his head sideways as he put his arm around Jacob. “Okay, let me know when you're ready."

Zach nodded and Brent leaned forward to flick the spinner. It landed on Dana and she said, “Dare,” figuring he could hurt her more with truth than any challenge he could invent.

"Same dare I gave Zach. Look at the floor, strip, and submit to him—count to twenty before looking up."

"Fuck. I'll take the five.” No way could she submit to him when she was still raw from his rejection.

Brent raised his eyebrows. “From who?"

Dana turned to Jacob, but he looked horrified at the prospect. She didn't want Brent to do it, either, and she may as well kneel before leaning over to let Zach belt her.

"I don't like you very much right now, Brent."

"That's okay, you don't have to. It's allowed."

Jacob laughed and Brent directed a stern eye towards him, withering the laugh to nothing.

Dana stood and looked down, began taking her clothes off. She was determined to do it gracefully, but caught herself flinging her shirt. Breathing deeply, she slowed, and focused on economy of movement instead of her discomfort. Her bra was the last to go, hurting her shoulder as she took it off.

She stared at her feet as she walked, the five steps feeling as if she were walking a gauntlet, her knees week and her stomach in knots. She hesitated when she reached him—her knee hadn't hurt too bad in a few days, but the idea of dropping onto it was scary. Zach's hand extended towards her—an offer of help that was probably against Brent's rules, but she accepted it and sank to her right knee before gently settling her left beside it. Her shoulder twinged when she tried to put her arms behind her, so she brought them around front, the backs of her hands on her thighs.

When the eternal count to twenty was over, she slowly lifted her gaze to Zach and saw total acceptance. Her heart fluttered and tears formed, but he held her chin to keep her from looking away.

He kissed her on the forehead and pulled back to look her in the eyes, his hand still holding her chin. “I love you, Dana. I accept all of you. If you're willing to give this to me again, I'll do my best to never make you feel rejected again. I'm so sorry I hurt you."

Tears threatened, but she was determined not to cry all over him. She slipped her right arm around his waist, resting her cheek on his stomach as he finally allowed her to break eye contact.

Brent's voice broke the silence. “The dare is over dear. You can stand and take back your power, or you can stay where you are and Jacob and I will go sit on the patio and enjoy the view."

Dana leaned back and looked into Zach's troubled blue eyes. She could get her revenge by standing now; she knew it would hurt him, and part of her wanted to lash out. But a bigger part of her loved him and wanted to move past the hurt, so she removed her hands from his waist and put them behind her back—her right arm taking up the slack by reaching across her back and holding her left forearm without torqueing her injured shoulder.

He shifted forward and pulled her arms back in front of her before tipping her chin up with his finger, kissing her softly. She heard the other two men leaving, and Zach's kiss grew more intense, demanding, and her body reacted, making her want more. He backed off, ending the kiss but keeping physical contact, his look one of appraisal this time, before coming to a decision.

"Two rules tonight, the first and most important being you'll do nothing that hurts your injuries, and you'll let me know the instant I do anything that so much as tweaks one of them. The second is you'll follow any orders I give you. That's it—I'm not giving you any other restrictions. Say what you want, come when you want, touch me all you want."

She didn't know how to react, what to say, and he seemed to decide against making her agree verbally. “Let me help you up, we need to move this to the bed."

He situated her in the center, and when he backed away she sat up to watch him undress. No shaking this time, and his clothes were gone in mere seconds. He glided onto the bed, his fingers roaming over her body as if he were exploring it for the first time all over again. His lips soon joined his hands, and she smelled the cinnamon on his breath from the hot candy he'd been sucking on after dinner.

She ran her hands over his back, feeling strong muscles shifting as he transferred his weight above her, his mouth at her throat, the heat of his breath brushing across her skin and making her quiver. His lips moved across her neck and he sucked the skin under her ear into his mouth, pulling without mercy, and she gasped at the sensation. His hands roamed over her body, slowing at her breasts, circling her nipples, traveling down to her thighs, skimming over the top of her pubic bone, driving her crazy.

Her body trembled with need and tears formed anew at how right it felt to be under him again.

"I love you, Zach.” Her voice fluttered with emotion as she repeated it. “I love you."

He rose to look at her, his hand skating over her thighs before delving into her folds. He spoke as his fingers entered her. “I love you, too. Come for me Dana. Give yourself to me; show me you belong to me again."

Dana bent her legs and pushed up with her feet, meeting him thrust for thrust until her body melted around him and she gave him what he'd asked for.

As the orgasm faded she opened her eyes and said, “I won't break. I need more."

"Good, because I need to claim you again. I need to take you."

He moved between her legs and pressed into her, his cock spreading her much wider than his fingers, their eyes joined as he advanced, invading her soul and her body. Claiming her.

When he was all the way in he grasped the backs of her thighs, pushed them up, watching her face for signs of pain before he pulled back and began thrusting into her, his eyes demanding she not look away as he possessed her.

Dana's insides clenched around him as he hammered into her, and within two dozen strokes she needed to come, remembered she didn't have to hold back, and let it go, her walls squeezing his hard-as-steel cock as he pushed in and held firmly inside of her, not budging a millimeter as her climax thrashed around him.

The orgasm didn't relieve her need, and as it faded she found herself crazy with desire. Looking into his gaze, she recognized his hunger, too. “I need more, Sir. I need..."

"Pain. You need pain."

She didn't answer with words, but let her eyes speak to him. She wanted him to own her again, and if he could do that with pain, she welcomed it.

He pulled out of her and looked down, lining up again. She felt him at her ass and had a mini-panic at the thoughts of him fucking her there without stretching her first, and with only the lube from her pussy on his cock.

His eyes were fierce, and she realized this was the claiming they both needed. She released her grip on his forearms and let her arms fall to her side, showing him she accepted what he was about to do.

He pushed in and she gasped at the sharp pain, but he went slowly, allowing her to open to him as he slid deeper. The ring of muscles at the entrance were forced inward, the lack of lube creating a primal feeling. She closed her eyes and heard, “No, open them. You don't get to hide from me; I want to see inside of you as I take your ass."

She bared her soul to him, and fought her reflexes to hold his gaze as a storm developed in his eyes, swirling in the blue of them.

When he was all the way in, he gently released her legs. “Wrap them around me."

She did, gasping as his cock shifted inside of her. He placed his elbows beside her shoulders. “Your arms, too. Wrap them around me and hold on. Don't hurt your injuries, if you need to move them because of your shoulder or hand you can, otherwise I need you to just hang on and let me do this.” He was on the edge of losing control, his voice betraying how close his emotions were to the surface.

She circled his torso and said, “I need it, too. I won't break. Make me yours again, please."

His lips found hers and weren't gentle as he drove her jaw open, tongue probing, his cock jerking inside of her ass as he assaulted her mouth. When he finally rose it was only to get leverage to pump his hips, and this time there was no taking it slow. He pulled back and drove into her, slamming his hipbones into her hard enough to bruise. She gasped at the sensation, but he was already out and powering his way back in—her interior walls relentlessly pushed and pulled without lubrication to smooth the way as he pistoned his hips.

She did as he said, holding on for dear life as he fucked her without mercy—her heart beating beneath the rhythm of his hips, and her breath knocked from her lungs with every brutal thrust.

His head was beside hers now, and she was grateful she could hide from him as she squeezed her eyes shut and writhed under him—her body caught between opening to him and trying to escape.

He spoke without slowing, his dominant side fully in control now, and the tone of his voice almost kick-started another climax. “I'm going to fill your ass with my come and put the inflatable plug in you for the rest of the night. By morning you'll be stretched wide and will
know
who owns you."

He raised back up, his hands near her shoulders and his arms straight, and she opened her eyes to see him looking down at her. She closed them again as he rammed back in, pushing the air from her lungs.

His voice came out strained and urgent. Demanding. “Open your eyes and
look
at me."

They flew open at the command and within a few seconds he was in and holding, his cock pulsing as warmth flooded her bowels. The intensity of it made her fly apart, her pussy spasming on the emptiness as her ass tried to close around his cock. He stayed inside of her, making a growling noise every time her eyes closed for more than a blink, forcing her to bare her soul throughout the orgasm.

When the spasms finally dissolved to nothing he pushed her legs back up, so her knees were near her shoulders before pulling out. As he backed away he said, “Stay put. I'll be right back."

She heard him at his luggage and then he was over her again, the glistening black inflatable plug in his hand. She felt some relief he'd lubed it, but knew he meant to make a point with it tonight, and she welcomed as well as feared it—which was at it should be. She needed him to reassert what they were to each other, and the fear was an added spice.

He inserted the plug, ignoring her gasps as it went in, then gingerly pulled her legs down as he said, “Get comfortable before I begin pumping. How do you need to lay so your injuries don't bother you?"

"I've been sleeping on my right side, Sir."

"Figure out how to lay and I'll figure out how to hold you."

She situated herself and he spooned in behind her, lovingly holding her for several moments before he felt for the bulb.

He pumped it relentlessly, going two squeezes past what she thought she could take. She gasped out, “It's too much!"

His voice was smooth, controlled. “It's not nearly enough. I'll give you a few seconds, then you'll receive two more, which you'll endure for thirty seconds before I completely deflate it and bring you back to where you are now. You're tense, I need you to relax, show me you accept what I'm doing to you."

He held and soothed her as she wiggled her toes, concentrated on her breathing, and gradually convinced her body to relax. Just as the burning in her ass dulled, she felt the two pumps he'd promised and everything tensed around the flaming, stretching invasion once again. She counted to thirty in her head, but he didn't release it.

"How much longer, Sir? Please no more!"

"Shhh. Look at my phone. Eleven. Ten..."

He continued the countdown as she looked at it propped on a pillow in front of her. 9:28:22. She watched as it ticked closer and closer to the thirty second mark, and breathed a sigh of relief when he finally released the valve.

As soon as the hissing stopped, he rapidly returned to the point he'd indicated, but it was easier to bear this time—still damned uncomfortable, but not painful, and she relaxed against his chest, allowing his ownership of her to take hold again.

"I know it's early, but you've had a long day and your body's still healing. Go ahead and drop off if you want. I'll text Brent to let him know they can come back when they're ready."

Dana nodded and snuggled in closer as her eyelids fell and sleep took her under in spite of the huge object lodged in her ass.

Dana woke to pitch black, not knowing where she was, but the plug brought everything back in a flash. She needed to use the restroom, and Zach had said no rules, but he roused as she was trying to extricate herself from his arms, kissing her on the neck, holding her in place. She didn't have to ask permission, and damned if she would when not required to.

"Bathroom, I'll be right back."

He moved his body with her, helping her up as he shifted. “I'll come with you. I could go, too."

She didn't want to argue after they'd just made up, so she bit her tongue. She hated walking with the inflatable plug, feeling the weight of the valve swinging back and forth.

He followed her into the bathroom and lifted her “tail,” draping it over the side of the toilet as she sat down, to keep it out of the way. At first she thought he'd come to help her manage it, but he stayed beside her, rubbing her back.

"I can't go with you doing that."

"Then stand up and let me go, you can try again when I'm done."

She gave one more try, but couldn't relax enough, so she stood and went to walk out.

"Where are you going? Come back, you're gonna help."

Her brow wrinkled. “Help?"

"Yes, I'd like you to hold it for me."

Her gaze dropped to his soft cock, returned to his eyes. “Hold it?"

Laughing, he took her hand and placed it under his cock. “Gently, and pay attention where you point it so we don't make a mess."

She wrapped her hand around it and he said, “No, you can't squeeze or nothing'll come out. Aim without holding; let it rest on your fingers."