No Safeword: Matte - the Honeymoon (4 page)

They explored the other nearby natural area on
Wednesday, which mostly involved driving and hiking, and went to bed early to
prepare for an early morning Thursday.

Sam was surprised when they pulled up to the same
outfitter the next morning well before sunrise. “You arranged for a bike ride,
too?”

“Nope.”

Ethan wouldn’t tell her anything else, and she
wondered at her wicking tee shirt over a wicking sports bra, and the bike
shorts he’d had her wear. Of course, she was marked up enough a bathing suit
was impossible around others right now, so it could still be a snorkeling or
kayak trip. Or something else.

As Ethan talked to Kai, Sam spotted a sunglass rack
and went to explore. The sun seemed brighter here and her sunglasses weren’t doing
the job. She tried on a pair with huge lenses and — while they weren’t
what she’d usually wear — they were dark, and the larger lenses might
keep the sun from blinding her around the edges. She carried them to the
counter, and both men stopped talking to look at her.

“Can you get my purse out of the car? I hid it under
the front seat.”

Ethan looked down at the sunglasses. “Those are
huge.” He said with a grin. “Try them on.”

Sam rolled her eyes, but put them on.

“You’re fair skinned,” Kai said, “so you need more
protection than those of us with darker skin. My eyes, and likely Ethan’s, have
protections built in that yours don’t.”

Ethan pulled his wallet out. “I’ll get them, you
don’t need your purse.”

Sam took the glasses off and wrinkled her brow at him.
“Just like that? Kai says I need protection from the sun and you offer to buy
them without looking at the price?”

He smiled. “I’m assuming since you picked them out,
they’re probably the most expensive sunglasses on the rack?”

Kai laughed. “Second most expensive, I think.”

Sam put the sunglasses behind her back. “Just go get
my purse and don’t make a big deal about it, okay?”

He raised an eyebrow, and Sam knew it was hopeless.
She handed them to him with a dramatic sigh, and he handed them to Kai without
looking at the price tag. He also signed the credit card receipt without
comment, and then peeled the stickers off the lenses and gingerly placed them
on her head.

“You know I let you because I’m indulging your inner
caveman, and not because of…” With Kai listening, she didn’t want to mention
power exchange, but she hoped he’d understand.

“Yes,” he kissed her nose. “I know.”

Kai drove them to the shore, and only then did she
discover her new husband had arranged for an extensive sea kayak trip. They
began paddling as the sky was brightening into a brilliant sunrise, and were a
good ways from land when the colors finally shifted to an electric blue sky.

The trio made it to a shallow place in what appeared
to be the middle of the ocean, and Kai produced snorkeling equipment and led
them through the water, pointing out beautiful fish Sam had never expected to
see in the wild.

They rowed to spectacular cliffs, and even paddled up
a small stream a short way to view a magnificent waterfall before allowing the
current to take them back to the ocean. Sam had to ask to rest once when she
thought her arms might fall off, and Kai tied the boats together and suggested
she and Ethan get into the water and relax. Their lifejackets supported them
enough she could completely relax, until she gasped in surprise and awe as a
dolphin surfaced not ten feet away.

“Just be still,” said Kai from inside his kayak as he
ate from a bag of nuts. “They don’t often get so close to strangers. They like
you, and might put on a show if you don’t act threatening.”

There were four dolphins in all, and they did indeed
put on a show as they played and jumped all around them. One of the younger
dolphins came close enough for Sam to reach out and touch, but Kai cautioned
her as she raised her hand. “No, they’re wild animals and you don’t want them
to get too friendly with humans.
We
won’t hurt them, but some might.
They’ve given the two of you a huge honor.”

When the dolphins left, Sam and Ethan climbed back
into their kayaks and followed Kai to an inlet. “If you’re up to it, we can
travel up this stream for a while to another waterfall with a swimming hole at
the base. You can swim and play in the falls, and I can call someone to pick us
up just a little ways downstream and take us back, or we can paddle all the way
back if you aren’t finished with your day.”

Sam looked at Ethan for his opinion and Kai added,
“It’s a remote waterfall, the only way to it is via kayak, and I don’t mind
leaving the two of you alone for a while.”

“Sounds like a perfect ending to a perfect day,” said
Ethan, as he aimed his kayak towards the stream.

Sam’s arms were about to fall off again by the time
they made it upstream to the waterfall, but she agreed the spot was totally
worth it. Kai stayed long enough to make sure they were comfortable with the
area and understood the danger zones before saying, “I showed you where we’ll
pull out downstream. I’ll head there now and wait for you. If anyone paddles
this way I’ll come with them, and blow my whistle as we approach. Your cellphones
are in the float bags inside your kayaks; I’ll have mine out so I can hear it
once I get to the landing. Call me if you need me, otherwise I’ll see you
there.”

“Are we getting the extra special treatment because I
tipped him so well Monday?” Sam wondered aloud, as she watched him paddle
around the bend and out of sight.

“Maybe, but he seems to just genuinely want to give
us a wonderful trip and great memories.”

“Yeah. He’s one of the good guys.” Ethan raised his
eyebrows and Sam laughed as she splashed water towards him. “If I were a decade
younger I might be attracted to him, but only if he were kinky, and I seriously
doubt he’s capable of giving me what I need.”

“Well, I have no problems giving you what you need,”
his voice changed, dropping several octaves as he added, “but you need to take
your clothes off, Samantha.”

Sam’s heart skipped a few beats, her body programmed
to react to Ethan’s Dom voice. Her tired arms protested as she pressed out of
the water onto a large, flat rock, but she ignored them and stood to take her
bike shorts off. She didn’t bother with her shirt, thinking he wouldn’t want
her naked, but the look on his face quickly told her otherwise. She looked
around, uncomfortable, but didn’t argue as she pulled the shirt off, and then
the sports bra.

Her nipples pebbled, and she felt self-conscious
standing on the rock naked. Looking around again, she sat, pulled her knees to
her chest, and wrapped her arms around her bent legs.

“Lean back on your elbows and spread your legs,”
Ethan said, his voice kind, coaxing. She didn’t doubt it was an order, but
realized he was trying to help her feel comfortable. Kai had pretty much
assured them of privacy, and though she worried they wouldn’t hear the whistle
above the roar of the falls, figured he wouldn’t have planned for it if the
whistle couldn’t be heard.

Ethan raised his torso out of the water and onto the
rock, his legs floating behind him as he lowered his face to her crotch and
licked with long, slow, agonizing strokes.

Sam forgot about being self-conscious and groaned as
she raised her hips towards him.

Several orgasms later he pulled her into the water
and sat her on his cock. Sometimes sex didn’t work so well in the water, but
she was wet enough with her own juices it wasn’t a problem. The water churned
around them as he took her hard, and the roar of the falls merged with Sam’s
screams and Ethan’s growls when they finally came together.

Ethan had given her at least twenty-four hours to
recover between each time he’d taken her in the ass, but Friday night he warned
the following day would be rough.

“I plan to keep you bound for most of the day, and I
intend push against some of your limits.”

“What kind of limits?” Sam asked as her heart rate
picked up tempo, and she marveled at how quickly he could make her want him.
The promise of pleasure mixed with the spice of pain, and the threat of his
taking her farther than before — she trusted him, knew he’d never push
past what she could handle, but she also knew he’d take her right to the edge.
And hold her there.

“None of your hard limits, but I’ll push you farther
than you think you can go, on things we’ve already done.”

Sam tried to get more details, but he only said,
“You’ll find out tomorrow. I’ll begin tonight with a large enema, and won’t require
you to sleep in bondage so you can go to the restroom as needed, but you can
expect to be restrained tomorrow night.”

Sam took a breath and nodded. She’d wanted more,
wanted him to push her, and it looked like she was about to get her wish. She
hoped he intended to claim more than her ass on their honeymoon — she
wanted more firsts, and she wanted him to assert his dominance in new ways, to
remind her she’d given herself to him for life.

“Thank you.”

He tucked a stray hair behind her ear. “Why are you
thanking me?”

“For knowing what I need. I’ll probably dislike a
good part of what you do, but we both need you to assert your ownership of me.
I’m yours forever, and I was hoping…” She trailed off. It was hard to admit she
wanted him to solidify his ownership, to conquer and possess her so there was
no doubt she belonged to him.

He smiled. “For your honesty, I’ll tell you I intend
to push you physically and mentally.”

“Mentally? You mean like psychological stuff?”

“Does the idea turn you on?”

“I scares me a little, which is a turn-on, but
without knowing what you intend to do…” She did another internal inventory.
“Not really.”

“Nice try, but I’m not giving details.” He smiled and
added, “Has anyone ever pointed out the more overwhelmed and exhausted you are,
the more malleable you become, and the deeper you go into subspace?”

Sam nodded. “Yeah, a pair of Doms who used to like to
work me over said they had to overwhelm me to get me out of my head.”

He tilted his head. “Did you enjoy being worked over
by two men at once?”

“Yeah, but it wasn’t about sex, you know? Just, so
much going on at once I couldn’t think about it, all I could do was live
through it. Experience it.”

“Well, there’s only one of me, but I think maybe I’ll
find a way to make do.”

Sam hesitated, worried she’d hurt his feelings, or
somehow challenged him to outdo them, but he reassured her. “Hey, none of that.
We both have histories, and I can’t be jealous of anyone you were with before
you met me.”

Relieved he understood, Sam said, “Can I ask a favor?
Or, maybe permission?”

“You can ask.”

She rolled her eyes at him, grinned, and then looked
down as she said, “Right now I’m being the mature, well-adjusted submissive who
is mostly admitting I want whatever it is you have in store for me tomorrow. I
know why you’re doing it, and would probably be disappointed if you didn’t do
more than you already have…if you didn’t push me.” She looked up and quickly
added, “Though I love what we’ve already done!”

His smile was patient. “You haven’t asked a
question.”

“Tomorrow, is it okay if I hate some of it while
you’re doing it? So I don’t have to admit part of me wants it?”

He considered her question a few heartbeats and
asked, “Which part of you wants it, and which part will hate it?”

“The person bound, with no choice, no escape from the
pain… the person living through it, will hate it. But, the submissive who wants
to belong to you, who wants you to own her…me…” She shook her head. “I don’t
know, maybe it’s best if I keep both parts of my psyche present.”

“I’m not sure I have an answer for you right now, but
I’m glad you asked.” He ran his hand through his hair. “Do whatever you feel is
best. If I don’t think it’s working, I’ll make you admit to wanting it.”

* * * *

As promised, Ethan gave her a series of enemas,
working up until she could take the entire contents of the large silicone bag.
For the first enemas he took it easy, allowed the water to go in slow, and
completely stopped it when she cramped. However, he pulled her hands behind her
back for the final enema, lifted the bag a little higher, and opened the valve
all the way. He reduced the flow a few times when she begged, but seemed to get
off on filling her faster than she thought she could handle, and pointing out
she’d take what he gave her.

He was rock hard as he administered the final enema,
and seemed to relish maintaining his hard-on. He stroked himself slowly as she
begged and writhed, and made no motion towards attempting to get himself off.

Sam had never held so much water before, and was a
little alarmed at her distended belly, but so turned on by his control over
her, she didn’t know what to do with herself.  

When he at last let her go to the toilet, Sam thought
she’d never get rid of all of the water, and when she finally came out of the
bathroom she was exhausted.

He’d put her in the restroom at the far end of the
house, thoughtfully helping her maintain a little more privacy. She was still
mortified at the sounds and smells her body made when expelling, though he
insisted it was a natural response and she had no reason to be embarrassed.

Ethan looked up from the sofa in the great room as
she entered. He gave her a quick head-to-toe scrutiny, and his face looked
appropriately sympathetic as he said, “You look tired. I filled the tub
halfway, but it’s likely cooled by now. Go ahead and fill it the rest of the
way, to whatever temperature you want. I’ll join you in a little while and wash
your back, but pull your hair up so it doesn’t get wet. I don’t want to have to
mess with drying it tonight.”

The water hadn’t cooled as much as he’d thought, and
Sam sank into the heavenly warmth as it filled with more hot water. He’d left
an iced sports drink on the edge of the tub, and she drank it as she relaxed in
the soothing water. Just as she was ready to get out and fall into bed, Ethan
arrived and washed her back before instructing her to stand and bend over with
legs spread wide so he could wash her ass.

He rinsed her with the handheld showerhead, helped
her out of the tub, and dried her all over. His voice was gentle, though
undoubtedly still in Dom mode, and Sam followed instructions without
hesitation. He was rock hard, and she knew he’d find relief before she was
allowed to go to sleep, but she hoped he gave her ass a break after the series
of enemas.

“Do you need to use the toilet again? How are you
holding up?”

“I’m very tired, Sir.”

“Yes.” He caressed her cheek and pulled her to him,
so she could lean against his strength. “I expect you are. It feels as if your
energy goes out with the water sometimes, doesn’t it?”

Sam wondered when he’d had an enema, to know how it
felt, but decided now wasn’t the time to ask. “Yes, Master. It does.”

He kissed the top of her head. “Well, one more job
for you tonight, and then you can sleep.” He turned her away from him and urged
her towards the door. “Stand beside the bed and lean over it. I’ll be there
shortly.”

She was nearly to the door when he said, “Oh, and
Samantha?” She stopped and turned. “I’m taking your voice. If you need to go to
the bathroom and can’t wait, you may tell me. Otherwise, any words will be
punished.”

Sam nodded and continued to the bed.

Ethan took his time lubing her ass and stretching it,
so the initial entry wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been. Sam squealed and whined
to let him know where she was, but he took her fast and hard, kicking her legs
apart when she tried to pull them together, and pressing her chest and
shoulders into the bed when she tried to stand. It took forever for him to
finally come, and when he did, the warmth jetting into her ass made her bowels
react.

“Bathroom, please Master!”

He let her up and she ran to the en-suite bathroom,
not sure she could make it to any of the others. It turned out to be mostly
gas, and she was mortified Ethan was hearing it, but he stayed in the bedroom
and didn’t mention it when she returned. He merely opened his arms and welcomed
her to bed.

“Sleep now, Samantha. Your voice restriction will
still be in place when you awake in the morning. Tomorrow will be rough, and
you aren’t going to want to start the day with a punishment, so I hope you
remember.”