No Safeword: Matte - the Honeymoon (6 page)

He fingered one of the raw spots around her breast
again and said, “You’ll have all kinds of memories of today.” He grinned as he
glanced at the ocean and back to her naked body. “I’m sure the salt water will
help these heal in no time.”

Sam groaned and Ethan chuckled. “You seem to have
recovered. Rest time’s over.”

He stepped to the door and retrieved a duffel from
just inside, without leaving Sam’s sight. She didn’t know what he’d put in the
bag, but was sure she wasn’t going to like it. This was one of those days she’d
masturbate to with fond memories for years, but she doubted she’d have many
orgasms while it happened.

She was horny, but hadn’t had an orgasm yet, and
didn’t foresee one anytime soon.

Her spine attempted to sink into the table as she saw
which flogger he pulled out. It was the one with the most sting, and she
instinctively knew he planned to use it on her inner thighs. This flogger
wouldn’t bruise, but would feel as if it tore away a layer of skin with each
strike. He could use it forever without risk of damaging her, even though it
would feel as if every strike after the first dozen were drawing blood.

“The house is soundproof, so you could scream all you
wanted inside. I’m told the walls out here are designed to muffle the sound,
but loud screams can still be heard by anyone who happens by on the beach.” He
glanced over. “No one is around right now, but if I tell you to be quiet you’ll
need to stifle your screams. If you don’t, I’ll take you inside and punish you.
Understood?”

Sam nodded, and her hips moved involuntarily as the
spice of fear his words kindled stirred her arousal until she couldn’t lay
still.

His smile was cocky as he stroked her pussy. “So
horny, with fear and trust battling in your eyes.” He kissed her inner thigh.
“I’m happy to see the trust, but I have to admit I like seeing the edge of
fear. Such an aphrodisiac.”

Sam suppressed a groan as he ran his hands through
her slick folds.

“I love you like this,” he said, his smile
affectionate, but still cocky.

He flicked his wrist and began without ceremony, a
fast continuous loop of inner right thigh, inner left thigh. He moved from just
beside her pussy, to mid-thigh, and back, again and again as Sam screamed and
jerked and fought her bonds to try to escape the blows.

She didn’t have her safeword, and the realization she
couldn’t stop this pushed her arousal higher, which helped her handle the pain.
For a little while.

When she couldn’t bear another strike she yelled, “
Matte
.
Oh God. I can’t take it Ethan. Sir.
Master
. Please! I can’t take it.”

He placed he hands beside her torso and leaned
forward so their eyes met. “You asked me to take your safeword, and you signed
a piece of paper saying you could only get it back in writing. Not verbally.”

Sam didn’t say anything. She didn’t have permission
to talk. Ethan didn’t look pissed, but he wasn’t happy.

She looked down and saw her inner thighs were bright
red, but not damaged, and closed her eyes as she realized how bad she’d just
screwed up.

* * * *

Ethan had known she’d test his resolve, but hadn’t
expected it so soon. Her inner thighs were red, but there was no damage.
Nothing else seemed out of whack, and she knew to tell him of a specific problem,
if one arose.

She’d closed her eyes, and he needed to see into
them. See into
her
.

“Open your eyes, Samantha.”

He looked into her eyes a few moments as he
considered his options. Barreling through and ignoring it didn’t feel right.
They needed to talk.

“You have permission to answer my questions. Are you
asking to renege on our contract?”

“I…ummm. No.” She looked away and quickly brought her
gaze back to him. “No, Master. I’m not. I just couldn’t handle it.”

So, testing him? He had to be sure.

“Is there a reason I should stop the scene? Something
I’m not aware of?”

She shook her head. “I’m sorry, Sir. The pain was
just overwhelming and I… I’m sorry.”

Yes, she seemed genuinely sorry. Not apologetic, but
as if she regretted it. He considered her a moment and finally asked, “You
didn’t have permission to speak, nor were you authorized to give your safeword.
What do you think should happen?”

Sam closed her eyes briefly, and then met his gaze
with determination. “I think you’re probably going to have to impress upon me
how inappropriate it was for me to try to take control of the scene.” She
looked down, took in the state of her inner thighs, and lifted her gaze to his
again. “I safeworded over pain alone. You weren’t harming me. I should have
more control.”

Well, she’d pretty clearly put the ball into his
court, and was waiting to see what he’d do. He had several options, and while
he’d have been tempted to let it go with the conversation, and just go back to
what he’d been doing before, her statement pretty much told him she expected a
consequence.

He straightened and took a step back, studying her
face as he deliberated the best response.

His mind made up, he leaned back down to kiss her
forehead before stepping into position to flog her once again.

“I’m glad we’re in agreement.” He flicked his wrist
and landed the flogger dead center of her pussy.

His cock throbbed almost painfully at her surprised
shriek, but he kept his face stern and waited for her to focus on him again
before asking, “Tell me, do you hate this?”

She’d asked for permission to pretend to hate it
today, but he wasn’t sure it was the right mindset. She needed a reminder she
wanted this…no, she
needed
it, just as much as he needed to give it to
her.

She closed her eyes, and he could almost see her
tension unwinding and relaxing as her reality shifted from fighting the pain to
accepting it. From being pissed at him to loving him.

“No, Sir. I mean, I hate the pain, but…” She met his
gaze. “We both want me to respect your authority. We both want our power
exchange to be real, and not just a game.” Her voice broke and her eyes
watered. “I love you, Master.”

She deserved a reward for her honesty, and he rested
his hand on her knee, bent to kiss the back of her calf, inside of her thigh,
and then leaned up to kiss her forehead.

“I love you too, Samantha.”

Her eyes told him she wanted to say more, to
acknowledge and recognize her submission again, but she didn’t trust her voice
at the moment. He didn’t force her to talk. He didn’t need to.

She wanted consequences for trying to control the
scene, but he didn’t think formal punishment was called for. He would just add
extra pain to what he’d already been doing. She didn’t need to know he was
about to add her pussy into the mix, anyway.

He stood, lifted the flogger, and draped it over his
shoulder without letting go of the handle. “The rest of your flogging will
include your pussy as well as your inner thighs.”

He struck her pussy a half dozen times and waited for
her screams to fade before saying, “I know where you are by the tone of your
voice. I’m taking you just past what you think you can handle. Do you trust
me?”

Sam nodded and Ethan ordered, “Then show me,” as the
flogger began again, faster and harder than before, with the pattern including
strikes to her pussy as well as her inner-thighs.

He watched her skin, closely monitoring how well it
was holding up. He listened to the tone and rhythm of her screams, and struck
with more or less muscle based on where he thought she was with each passing
second.

When he finally stopped, she was frantic, and almost
out of her mind with the overwhelming sensations. He’d purposely kept the
rhythm too fast for her to get on top of it, handle it. He’d wanted her to know
how out of control she was, and he’d reached his goal.

He touched her calves, and smoothed his way to her
inner thighs, blending and softening the sharp sting. He watched her breathing
normalize, made sure his touches were soothing, and weren’t causing more pain.

His aim wasn’t to make her horny, but to comfort her
and help her find herself again, outside of the blaze of agony he’d put her
through.

* * * *

Sam relaxed as Ethan’s hands comforted her,
practically erasing the bite of the flogger while leaving the wonderful,
blissful heat permeating her skin and muscle and setting her on fire from knees
to belly button. Her hips moved and she groaned, wanting more.

 “You please me, Samantha.” His words of praise
made her heart soar, and the afterglow of pain catapulted her into nirvana. Or
maybe she was still lightheaded from lack of oxygen, from screaming so much.
Didn’t matter, she loved this feeling; the biology of it was irrelevant.

Her heart skipped a few beats and her arousal
skyrocketed as Ethan’s head lowered to her pussy and his tongue soothed raw flesh.
When she was close to an orgasm he lifted his head and said, “Today is about my
showing you just how much your ass belongs to me. I don’t intend to use your
pussy, but you needed a reward.” He gave a few more soothing, teasing licks,
and stood.

“How are your arms? Have they had enough time down?”

Sam wiggled her fingers and took an inventory. Unsure
of whether speech was allowed, she shrugged her shoulders and gave a semi-nod.
They were okay, but she’d rather not have them bound over her head again.

“I didn’t ask if you wanted them over your head; I
just asked if they were okay for it.” Sam gave him a blank stare and he laughed
as he began releasing her bonds, “I told you, I can pretty much figure out what
you want to say. You have a very expressive face.”

Sam wanted to point out he hadn’t figured out how bad
she needed to pee, but bit her tongue.

He released her from the ropes and straps, helped her
stand, and walked her to the outdoor shower. She hadn’t noticed the rings set
into the wall on either side of the showerhead yesterday, but certainly knew
they existed now, as he leaned her back against the tiled wall and secured her
wrist cuffs.

She wasn’t sure what he was up to when he removed her
ankle cuffs, and was even more confused when he used rope to secure her ankles
to more rings set into the base of the wall. Her position was almost identical
to that of a Saint Andrews Cross, with the wall even tilting her back a little.

Yet another sports drink was pulled from the outside
refrigerator, and he offered it to her with a straw. Her bladder was extremely
uncomfortable by this time, and she shook her head and pulled her knees towards
each other a few inches, hoping he’d get the message.

“You’re standing in an outdoor shower. If you need to
pee, feel free to go. No need for permission.”

Sam felt her eyes go wide. He couldn’t be serious.
Could he?

His single raised eyebrow told her he was quite
sincere.

Unable to hold eye contact, she closed her eyes and
looked down. Thankfully, he didn’t insist on her going right away, or
continuing to meet his gaze.

“When you’re ready, then, but I need you to drink at
least another six ounces.”

Still looking down, she accepted the straw and drank
until she thought she’d reached the required amount. He didn’t insist on more
when she stopped, and though she tested her bonds while he returned the bottle
to the refrigerator, she knew they’d hold firm and she’d likely have to go
before he’d release her.

He’d warned today would be challenging both mentally
and physically, and she was beginning to understand what he’d meant. Between
his pushing her past the point of wanting to safeword, plus this…today was
proving to be difficult in many ways. She knew it would bring them closer, and
knew she’d been hoping for something like this all week, and would’ve been
disappointed if they’d gone home without his pushing their relationship to the
next step. However, now that it was here, she just wanted it to be
over
.

“There are ways to restrain your head and make sure
it stays out of the way. However, I’d like you to use your self-control to keep
the back of your head against the tile. Can you do that for me?”

Sam leaned her head back and found the position more
comfortable than hanging forward, but could she hold it during whatever tortures
he’d planned? She wasn’t sure. How to tell him she’d try? She tilted her head
sideways and lifted her shoulders, hoping to show him she wasn’t sure.

“Will you try?”

She nodded and he smiled. “Okay then. If you can’t,
we’ll restrain it.” He leaned forward and gave her a passionate kiss. “I really
hope you can hold it out of the way, though.”

He retrieved the flogger he’d used on her inner
thighs and turned to face her. “You still aren’t allowed any words.” He stepped
to the side of the shower wall and added, “I won’t be able to see the beach
while I’m flogging you this time, so you’ll need to be a lot quieter than you
were earlier.”

Ethan walked back to her and asked, “How are your
nipples?” as he leaned his head down and sucked her right nipple into his mouth.
Sam squealed and groaned as the suction stretched the bruised, aching, inflamed
skin, and then his tongue soothed it. He gave the same treatment to her left
nipple and smiled as he stood. “A little sore from earlier, I see.”

His face was stern as he held eye contact and said,
“I know they hurt already. I know what I’m about to do will be more than you
think you can handle, but I expect you to deal with it. Hold your head back,
keep as quiet as you can, and take what I give you. If you can’t hold your head
still I’ll handle that for you, but if you can’t be quiet then I’ll take you
inside and give you even more pain than you’ll receive out here.”

He kissed the tip of her nose. “Show me you want to
submit to whatever I give you. Trust I won’t injure them, even if it
feels
as if I’m shredding them.”