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Copyright ©2012 by Candace Blevins

First published in 2012, 2012

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CONTENTS

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

ABOUT CANDACE BLEVIN

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Safewords: Davenport and Chiffon
(C) August 3, 2012 by Candace Blevins

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Safewords:
Davenport and Chiffon
By Candace Blevins

 

Safeword: Davenport
is the first half of Dana's story, it's the personal part of her journey, and has a Happy for Now ending.
Safewords: Davenport and Chiffon
gives the rest of her story. It's recommended these two books be read in order.

Warning:
This title contains graphic language, consensual BDSM, bondage, extreme electrical play, enemas, and the use of toys including clamps, canes, plugs, cages, paddles, whips, and floggers.

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Chapter One
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Dana carefully pulled the chain over her head before purposefully placing both wedding rings in the bottom compartment of her jewelry box—the section with the seldom worn items. Closing the drawer was bittersweet, but she didn't dwell on it as she proceeded towards her bathroom, looking forward to a lengthy soak. She took extra pains to shave everything, kept the conditioner on her hair longer than normal, and used a loofah to exfoliate everywhere she didn't shave. When she got out of the tub, she dried and fixed her hair before polishing her nails a deep crimson, applying her make-up more dramatically than usual, and finally slinking into her sinfully sexy red dress. She couldn't show much skin with her back still bruised, but it was snug from shoulders to just below the knees and left little to the imagination while hiding her marks.

She timed it perfectly and he arrived downstairs as she was wiggling into the sumptuous fabric. She unlocked the elevator, and was waiting at the door as he rounded the corner.

He paused in the middle of the hallway, surprised to see her, and smiled before walking again. “You're beautiful, Dana. I've been so nervous about this weekend, but seeing you in this dress, it's like...” He stopped, scanning her with his gaze so she felt naked all the way down to her soul. Tilting his head, considering, he spoke slowly. “It's more than the dress. Your eyes are clear; the doubt's gone. Something's changed since we had lunch Wednesday afternoon."

"Yes, it has. Don't worry, it's all good, and I'll tell you about it at dinner. Where are you taking me?"

"Foodworks, and then hopefully home with me."

"Hmm, maybe I should pack a few things. Give me a sec."

"I asked you to include me in your adventures from here on out. You said you would."

Dana was taken aback; she hadn't expected him to react with anger over her solo hike. “Yes, sexual adventures. Not hiking through the woods. I had to do this alone, Zach. It was important. I spent Thursday looking back, saying goodbye, and today was devoted to looking forward. I closed a door yesterday, and concentrated on opening another today."

He was quiet a moment, staring into his empty salad bowl, refusing eye contact. When he finally looked up, she realized he wasn't just mad, he was furious. “I asked to be your support, be there for you if..."

He gazed out the window for a few heartbeats before turning back to her, his ice blue eyes cutting into her soul. “I stipulated you should not go off alone to handle emotional things by yourself again."

Her insides shook, but she held it together and spoke slowly, willing him to hear her,
believe
her. “If that's what you asked, then we have a case of broken communication. If I'd made that promise I'd have told you what I was doing before I left."

He looked down again and she kept her voice low but firm as she said, “Dammit, look at me and
please
believe me. My understanding of what you requested was that I wouldn't be exploring the depths of my masochism, or the possibility I'm a switch, or anything to do with BDSM or sex unless you're there, too."

She could see him thinking it through; trying to remember exactly what'd been said. He finally let out a long breath, saying, “I believe you. I don't recall the exact wording, but I can see how you could've misunderstood my meaning."

"Are we good, then?"

"Yes. I'd wondered how you'd feel about my drawing up the things I'd like from you in contract form, to go over this weekend and negotiate. With this
misunderstanding
, hopefully you'll understand why I think a written agreement is better than a verbal one."

Her stomach flip-flopped. “You want me to sign a contract?"

"Not a slave contract, just a written record of whatever agreement we reach—a vehicle to help us figure out what we're both willing to commit to. It killed me to let you go off without me last weekend. I don't want to keep you from branching out and exploring, but I want—I
need
—to be part of it. I tried to create wording to show I'm not trying to curtail your exploration, to assure you I'm prepared to deal with you needing to spread your wings and experiment as long as I can be there."

"Okay. We'll look it over when we get back to your place. I'm prepared to commit to a good deal, and I'm interested in reading what you've drawn up.” Her eyes flicked up to movement over Zach's shoulder. “I think I see our food coming."

The wait staff made a big production of delivering their meals, and both began eating once they were alone. She took advantage of the silence to analyze how best to handle Zach's hurt feelings. He'd forgiven her, accepted it was a misunderstanding, but she could see it'd cut deep and she needed to help him understand.

She collected her thoughts and said, “You've been serious with a few people since Bethany passed, right?” He inclined his head and she continued. “Did you ever go to the cemetery and talk to her about it? Tell her you were moving on, and part of you felt guilty for it, but you needed to live?"

"I did, yes."

Damn, he could freeze water with his voice. She ignored his tone and plowed ahead. “Could you've asked permission to move on if you took your new girlfriend? Or was it something you had to do alone?"

"I needed to... ah. I see."

"Do you?"

He nodded and reached across the table for her hand. “All I heard was out of town, spent the night, there were tears, and once again it was another man who soothed you. I'm afraid I didn't think the rest of it through."

Finally, his voice was warm again. She took a breath. “Well, now I'll know how to tell when I've pissed you off, anyway."

He smiled, looking slightly embarrassed. “I'm sorry; I guess I'm a little touchy right now. I dealt with everything in Nashville, but only because I sensed if I didn't let you go off on a final solo quest then a relationship between us was doomed before it started. I have no say over what you do, I'm not your Master or your Sir or even your boyfriend, yet; but if we're to have a chance I need to hear from you that you'll let me be there for you. I thought I'd had your promise, and..."

"I'll let you be there for me.” She paused. “Wait, I need to qualify that. I'll have three days a year, at least for a few more years, I'm probably going to have some sadness and will want some time to myself. I expect you'll have at least two days as well."

"Yes, her birthday and our anniversary. What are your three?"

"Technically four, I guess, but two of them are together so I think of them as three. We first met on New Year's Eve, and his birthday is New Year's Day. The others are our wedding anniversary, and I haven't dealt well on the anniversary of the week he died, either. I won't go running off out of town without you, but I may need time to myself."

"Okay, noted.” He took a sip of water, considering. “As much as I want to hold you through any grief, I get that we each handle things in our own way. But I'd like to suggest something for both of us to think about and decide on later."

He looked out the window as he said, “My first date with Bethany was on the Fourth of July, and we regarded the Pops in the Park concert as one of our anniversaries.” His gaze returned to her, emotion threatening to spill from his eyes. “Since you and I both have a holiday with painful memories, I'd like to suggest we do something special on those days to give us different memories. The other days will fade eventually, so they won't always be a sad day. But the holidays? I don't know, but I'd like for us to have a conversation about it after we've had a chance to mull it over."

She took another couple of bites, finally noticing how good the food was. She wasn't prepared to answer him, couldn't even consider doing something else on New Year's right now, and needed to change the subject. “So, what are the high points of this contract you want me to sign?"

His forehead tensed briefly before relaxing, and he answered without commenting on the subject change. “I'd like us to commit to a primarily monogamous relationship, having sex with others only after we discuss how we feel about it as a couple. I'm fine with you Topping Jacob, and while I won't insist on always being present, I'll need to know when you're together—no clandestine scenes between the two of you. I'm not planning, at this time, to have sex with anyone else, but if I ever want to then you and I will talk about it beforehand and it won't happen unless you give the okay. Should our relationship shift to Master and slave, that'll change, of course."

"What're you saving for last?"

One side of his mouth tilted up, amused. “You know me too well already. I'll own you, completely, for one twenty-four hour period per week. The default time will be noon Saturday until noon Sunday, but we can renegotiate the schedule as needed. Work obligations come first, but hours must be made up at a later date."

He took another drink. “As long as you keep the hours owed to me under sixty you can parcel them out as you wish. If you go over you'll need to take vacation days to get back to zero, if you can't fulfill it on the following weekend."

"Meaning you'll own me for two and a half days straight."

"Yes."

"You've put a lot of thought into this."

"Yes."

"If we spend the occasional weekend with Jacob and Brent, I'll want time to Top Jacob when I'm not submitting to you."

"Agreed."

"What about the other six days a week?"

"If you commit to a scene we'll discuss when it'll end. You won't be obligated to have sex just because I want it."

She took a few more bites, thinking. She hadn't expected a contract, but she'd been prepared to agree to something along these terms. “I'll need to look it over, probably want to negotiate some of the finer points, but I think I'm okay with giving you verbal confirmation now and signing at the end of the weekend for... I don't know. How long do we need before we renegotiate?"

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