No Safeword: Matte - the Honeymoon (3 page)

Sam awakened to the sound of the waves crashing on
the beach, punctuated by the call of various seabirds. She was spooned against
Ethan, his arm over hers protectively, and she snuggled into him and luxuriated
in the wonderful sheets, the smell and sound of the ocean, and Ethan’s warm
strength behind her as the sky gradually brightened.

She tensed her ass and was surprised to find it was a
little tender, but nothing like she’d expected.

After the long build-up for their first time, she’d
worried it would be anti-climactic. Looking back on it, she was glad it was
behind her, and grateful he’d handled it as he had, without structuring a huge
scene around it. They’d both been tired from a day of travelling, and by
restricting the evening to the clean-out and then the main event, it’d let her
focus on it more. The evening had been about his taking her ass and claiming
the last part of her, with no bells and whistles around it, and she loved him
for it.

Sam was certain he’d find a zillion ways to be more
adventurous over the next three weeks, but she was glad their first time had
just been the basics.

She was also glad they’d opted to not make any plans
for their first full day. The next three days were packed full of adventures,
but today they could rest and acclimate to the new time zone.

With nowhere to be and nothing to do, she considered
whether to fall back asleep in Ethan’s arms, or cook breakfast. At the mere
thought of food her stomach growled, and she figured that was answer enough,
but as she tried to get out from under Ethan’s arm he awoke and pulled her back
to him.

“Good morning,” he said, his voice rumbling even
deeper than normal.

“Yes, it is. How about you let me make us some
breakfast, and then perhaps we can go for a swim? Maybe drive around later and
get a feel for the island and do some sightseeing?”

“Breakfast sounds good, but then I think I want you
again.” He kissed the side of her neck and goose bumps rose on her skin.

His lips went to her ear, and she felt his breath as
he added, “And then maybe again.”

She laughed as she turned towards him, but saw the
look on his face and sobered as she said, “Yes, Sir.”

“On second thought, let me go use some soap and water
to make sure I’m clean, and when I get back I expect to see you bent over the
bed. I’ll take your pussy this morning and give your ass another couple of
hours before I ravage it again.”

He slapped her ass as he got out of bed, and Sam
squirmed as the warmth soaked into her skin.

* * * *

By the time they’d fucked and ate, the sun was up and
sparkling on the waves as they rippled and fluxed towards the sandy beach. The
couple swam and played in the ocean, and then made their way to the beach.
Ethan brought a lounge chair and umbrella down for Sam, and she read while he
went through a workout routine in the sand.

She finally gave up on her book and just watched him
— the fluid movement of his limbs, the way his muscles rippled as they
tensed and relaxed, and his perfect balance as he shifted through his
exercises. She noted elements of tai chi, yoga, karate, and kung foo in his
katas, and marveled at the way he put them together seamlessly.

He noted her watching and stopped. “I thought you
were going to read.”

“You’re more interesting than my book,” she said with
a smile.

He dropped his hand to flatten his swim trunks across
his front, and Sam could see he was hard, again. “I want you. If you can handle
the umbrella and your Kindle, I’ll carry the lounger. Let’s hit the outdoor
shower before we go in.”

Sam stood and reached for the umbrella without
answering, and as they were walking back to the house Ethan said, “Actually, I
think outdoor sex might be what I want. Maybe even in the outdoor shower. We’ll
have to see how it goes.”

Sam settled the umbrella back into the patio stand,
reached in the door far enough to put her Kindle on the kitchen counter, and
met Ethan at the outdoor shower, conveniently hidden from the beach by a freestanding
wall.

She turned the water on, adjusted the temperature,
and was stepping under the water when he growled, “Bathing suit off, Samantha.”

“Yes, Sir.” She slid the straps down her arms without
leaving the caress of the water. “This showerhead is awesome,” she said as she
stepped out of her suit. Looking up, she noted it was at least a foot across,
bigger than a Frisbee. The stream was powerful enough to knock the sand off,
but gentle as a summer afternoon rain.

There was only one wall — the one holding the
shower head up — and when Ethan joined her he lifted her, held her
horizontal, and passed her back and forth under the stream, slowing as her
crotch came under the water.

“Spread your legs, let me see the water hit your
pussy.” She obeyed, and he groaned as he brought his face close, water dripping
from his nose as he watched. He stood her back up and stepped under the showerhead,
letting the water rinse the sand and sweat from his muscled body.

Sam leaned forward and slid his swim trunks down his
hips, bringing her face inches from his cock as she pulled the fabric down his
legs. He stepped out of them and she tossed them onto the same chair she’d
thrown her own bathing suit, and turned back to see the water strike his hard
cock, flow down it in little rivers, and stream from his balls.

She took his head into her mouth and reveled in his
groan from above. He let her play with him and torment him a while before he
stepped away and stood her up. “Hands on the wall and let the water run down
your back. I’ll be right back.”

He dried off quickly before going inside, and was
back in no time. Sam’s heart sped as she saw the rubber flogger in his hands,
and she turned to face the wall, knowing he’d make it good for her even if it
hurt, but unsure of how it would feel under the water.

The first strike answered her question — the
water both buffered the strike and made her skin more sensitive. She aimed her
head down, so her hair diverted the stream away from her nose and mouth and she
wasn’t at risk of sucking in water as she panted her way through the delicious pain.

Ethan alternated the strikes on her shoulders and
ass, and she was glad she’d be wearing a t-shirt for their bike ride the next
day, because she was certain her back would be marked.

She didn’t need to be restrained for this, each
strike delivered the most beautiful pain, and she didn’t want it to end. He
knew how to hurt her in such enchanting ways, and today he was gifting her with
her favorite kind of impact play.

When he finally stopped she whimpered at the loss,
but he turned her around, lifted her, and sat her on his cock in one smooth
motion. Sam leaned backwards, sure he’d support her and keep her from falling,
and screamed her own primal yell as her body was invaded and claimed.

His hips thrust hard enough to bounce her up and away
from him while his arms supported her torso and kept her from falling. She
didn’t wrap her arms around his neck and help brace herself until near the very
end, when she was about to have a climax she was certain would overwhelm her,
and she thought he was near his own violent finish.

Ethan pulled her to him, holding her so tight she
could barely breathe as he came, and Sam writhed in his arms and came with him.
Nothing existed except Ethan and her own ecstasy for several long moments, and
only when it was over did the water flowing over them, the sounds of the ocean,
and the heat of the sun register in her consciousness once again.

Ethan stood still for several long seconds as they
caught their breath, but he finally turned her toward the taps and asked, “Can
you turn the water off?”

She complied and he walked them to a backless bench
and carefully sat, making sure her legs weren’t caught under him.

They sat for an eternity, wrapped around each other
with the sea breeze cooling them, the sun heating them, and the sounds of the
birds soothing them as they breathed in sync and enjoyed the feel of being
enveloped in the other’s arms. Sam felt a little like a barnacle, with her arms
and legs wrapped around him, but she was content and in no hurry to move. Ethan
had grown soft inside of her, and she loved the feel of him still there.

She squeezed around him and he groaned and then
warned, “Unless you’re ready to go again right away, you might want to watch
what you’re doing.”

Adjusting her head as she snuggled even closer into
him, she answered, “I’m yours to take as often as you want, but right now I
think maybe I’d like to put a skirt and blouse on and go find a nice place to
eat.”

* * * *

When they returned from dinner, Sam called Frisco.
She’d told Ethan the story on the plane, and he agreed a phone call was in
order before they returned home.

“Chica, you’re on your honeymoon. Why are you calling
me?”

“Because we need to talk, Frisco. But, before you and
I talk, I’m going to hand the phone to Ethan.”

Frisco was arguing as she handed the phone over, and
she laughed as Ethan said, “Dude, haven’t you learned by now you can’t win an
argument with her? Give it up. So you’re gay, or bi, or whatever. Who the fuck
cares?”

He paused, listening, and said, “Yeah, I know. I see
things through the lifestyle, and not everyone does, but I still can’t imagine
anyone at the dojo giving you grief. But, that’s all I have to say at the
moment, and Sam has lots to say, so I’m giving the phone back to her.”

“I told you he’d be fine,” Sam said. “Have you talked
to Cassie?”

“Yeah. She seemed okay with the bisexual part, but
didn’t understand why I had Cam on a leash. I told her we were just fooling
around and play-acting, ‘cause that’s what you do at The Diamond Club.”

“Did you swear her to secrecy?”

He gave a dramatic sigh. “I tried. She said it’s no
big deal and it’s wrong for me to keep such a huge part of myself hidden from
people who consider me a close friend.”

“I wasn’t going to push, but she has a point,
Frisco.”

“I asked her to give me a few weeks, and she said I
needed to tell everyone once you and Ethan are back. She’ll hound me until I
do, I just know it.”

“And how do you feel about that?” Sam worried Frisco
might just find another dojo instead, and his silence at her question didn’t
make her feel better.

“Would it be easier to show them than tell them? Or,
perhaps I can help you tell them, so you don’t have to actually say the words
yourself?”

“What do you mean?” he asked suspiciously.

“When we’re making plans for where to eat after
class, you can tell the group you’re bringing someone, and when they start
asking questions I can step in and answer for you.”

“What would you say?”

“Apparently, Frisco likes girls
and
boys. I’ve
already met Cameron, and he’s a cutie pie, but he’s a little shy so ya’ll need
to promise to be nice to him.”

“I don’t take Cam on dates, Chica.”

“He does what you order him to, so tell him he’s
going to be your boyfriend for the evening. Tell him exactly how you want him
to act, and he will. He’s been very well trained and he wants to please you.”

Frisco didn’t respond and Sam said, “Look, the point
is, if the group thinks you’ve been hiding this from them, it makes it look
like you’re ashamed. If they think you just haven’t told them before because it
hasn’t come up, and now that you’re seeing someone kind of serious you’re
telling them, it comes across different, right?”

“Can’t you just convince Cassie to drop it?”

“I can try, if that’s the route you’d rather go, but
my advice is to come out of the closet about being bisexual, and evade any
questions concerning the kinky stuff.”

“Why is it anyone’s business?”

“Because you’re so flamboyant when you flirt with
girls and talk about being a player. You’ve given the appearance of sharing who
you are with us, but by holding such a big part back, it feels as if you’ve
deceived us about who you really are.”

“So why tell them I like guys, but not tell them what
I do to them?”

“Because vanillas just don’t get the kinky stuff,
Francisco. Besides, that stuff is private. You only do it behind closed doors.”

“The
bisexual
part of my life is private, Sam.
No one knows except people in the lifestyle. My family knows I rent out the
space over the garage, but they don’t know the arrangement. Usually, the people
at The Diamond Club are just people in the lifestyle. Cassie didn’t even know
the place existed before you took her.”

Suddenly, it was all clear to Sam. “So, when you date
girls, and you have Cam at home waiting for you, the girls don’t know what he
really is to you?”

“No. Never. Cam is sent to his apartment when I have
girls over. They never meet him.”

Sam took a breath and tried not to sound exasperated.
“You’ll never have a normal, healthy relationship if the woman doesn’t know who
you really are, Frisco.”

More silence, and Sam said, “I hate doing this over
the phone. You’re my friend, and that won’t change. We’ll talk about this more
when I get back, just promise you won’t walk away from the group if Cassie
pushes it.”

When Sam disconnected, she looked at Ethan and said,
“Frisco is so close to his mom and sisters, and he comes from a huge Catholic
family. He’ll never come out of the closet to his family, which means he
doesn’t want to tell anyone outside the lifestyle. Ever.”

“We’ll see where things stand when we get back, but
for now, how about a moonlit walk on the beach?”

Ethan wouldn’t admit how much it bothered him, but it
was killing him to be in the dark about Sam’s arrangements for the day. They’d
agreed early on for her to make plans for Tuesday, and him to make plans for
Thursday. He’d arranged for a guide to take them on an extensive sea kayak
trip, but he had no idea what she’d planned for today.

She’d advised him to wear bike shorts under his
regular shorts, and had tossed him a wicking tee shirt. She wore a small
backpack with sunscreen, all-natural bug repellant, extra water, some snacks,
and their basic outdoors first-aid kit. The bike shorts might mean a bike ride,
but could just as easily mean a sea kayak trip, or even a snorkeling trip if
she was trying to throw him off base.

They ate at a wonderful little breakfast café, and
then Sam let the GPS tell Ethan how to get to their destination.

He was shocked when they pulled up to the same outfit
he’d arranged the sea kayak tours through, and his heart sank thinking they’d
both arranged the same thing. However, he soon learned she’d planned for them
to ride bikes to the top of the volcano and back down.

“Most people,” said their guide, “have us drive them
to the top of the volcano so they can coast to the bottom on bicycles. We
rarely have people wanting to ride their bikes up.”

Ethan smiled at Sam as she said, “We’re not like most
people. The man I talked to on the phone assured me he’d assign a guide who
could keep up with us.”

“My name’s Kai,” the handsome, tanned boy-man
answered with a smile, “and if I can’t keep up I’ll only charge you half
price.”

An older man chuckled from behind the counter. “Don’t
count on a discount.”

Kai led them on the perfect trip, with a few stops
for hikes on the way up at just the right intervals. When they reached the top
he gave them several options for hikes they could take, and after trekking to
an awesome observation point with breathtaking views, the couple decided to go
down into the crater a little ways.

Ethan had a chance to talk to Kai alone in the
restroom before they got back on their bikes, and discovered he would be their
guide Thursday as well. “Most of our guides are trained to escort the typical
guest who needs to be pushed along to try new things. Only a few of us can
provide the kind of experience the two of you are looking for.”

The ride back down the mountain was exhilarating, with
switchbacks and curves they had to brake for, but plenty of straight areas where
they could really gain speed. Kai warned when they needed to slow down for
safety’s sake, but otherwise kept up, and let them go as fast as they could
manage.

When the ride was over, Sam handed him a small bag
and pointed him towards the showers. He discovered Sam had packed dressy shorts
and a casual shirt for him, and when he came out of the men’s dressing room, saw
her in a flowing skirt and blouse that accented her curves just right.

Several of the guides were gathered around her, but
she seemed oblivious to their attention as she chatted with them. When she saw
Ethan her face lit with joy, and he wondered once again how he’d managed to get
so lucky.

Sam had made reservations for dinner not too far
away, and the couple watched live dancers as they ate outdoors. Ethan relaxed
and enjoyed the show as a constant breeze flowed through the dancer’s costumes,
made the candles flicker, and blew Sam’s hair around her face. She’d worn it up
for their bike ride, but brushed it out and let it hang loose for their date.

Would any other woman on the planet have planned
today’s outing and enjoyed it as much as Sam? Maybe, but he didn’t know them.
Sam was perfect for him, and he’d do everything in his power to make sure they
were this happy fifty years from now.

* * * *

Sam had been a little nervous about planning their
day, but thought it’d gone well. She’d had a blast, and Ethan had seemed to, as
well.

She still couldn’t get over how
green
Maui was,
and let her mind wander back over their day hiking and biking the volcano.
They’d take a small plane to another island early next week and hike around an
active volcano, but she was glad they’d ended up on an island with a dormant one
for their main base.

The dancers were mesmerizing, the food was
incredible, and Ethan’s presence across the table was perfect. She saw how
other women looked at him, though she didn’t think he noticed. Heads always
turned as he walked into a room, but tonight it seemed he was getting more
attention than usual. Maybe it was because he looked so happy, or perhaps the
day’s bike ride had pumped his muscles up a touch more than normal. She wasn’t
sure what it was, but she didn’t mind it a bit. They could drool all they
wanted, because he was
hers
, and she belonged to him.

“What’s going through that great big beautiful brain
of yours?” Ethan asked.

“How happy I am, how much I love you, and how all the
women ogling you can look all they want. You’re mine, and I’m yours, and life
is good.” Shit, that sounded corny, but too late to take it back now.

“You realize the men are watching you, too. Right?”

Sam wrinkled her brow. “No, they aren’t.”

He laughed. “When you walk into the room the men’s
heads all swivel towards you. You’re so beautiful, especially right now with
the wind blowing your hair and swirling your skirt, and making your blouse
dance over your figure.” He shook his head and smiled. “Makes me want to bend
you over the table and take you in front of all of them, show them you’re
mine.”

“Caveman,” she said with a happy grin.

He shrugged. “I won’t try to deny it. You knew it
before you married me.”

“And I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

“I intend to have you a number of ways once we get
home,
wife
.”

Sam crossed her legs to keep from squirming in her
chair. Ethan said
wife
the way she imagined most men probably said
wench
a couple of hundred years ago, and she was pretty sure she never wanted him to
stop.