No Safeword: Matte - the Honeymoon (14 page)

Before long, Ethan was pushing his way through the
water with all of his strength, and still having a hard time keeping up with
his wife.

When the dolphin stopped, Ethan looked down and
almost couldn’t believe his eyes.

“Sam, look down!”

They’d stopped over a reef inhabited by hundreds of
colorful fish. Sam opened the compartment in the front of her kayak and pulled
the snorkel and mask out. “I think we pretty much have to get in the water,
don’t we?”

The dolphin gave Ethan a wide berth at first, but
once he saw how comfortable Sam was with him, it seemed to accept him as well.

“It’s kind of like having our own personal tour
guide,” Sam said as the dolphin led them around and over the reef, and
practically pointed out interesting topography and creatures.

“If the water were six feet lower, this would be a
decent sized island,” Ethan remarked.

“Yeah, shallow water this far out is kind of bizarre,
isn’t it?”

They’d kept their island close enough so they didn’t
lose sight of it, but they were still a long ways out.

Sam watched the dolphin spin in a deliberate circle,
and she chuckled and did the same thing.

Ethan relaxed upright in the water and let his
lifejacket support him as he watched his wife mimic the dolphin. They did
forward flips, backwards flips, and corkscrews across the top of the water. Sam
was a strong swimmer, and she took off freestyle, and the dolphin swam right
alongside her, as if they were a team.

When she stopped, she turned to Ethan, her eyes lit
up like a child’s on Christmas morning.

“Even the animals know how special you are, Samantha
darling.”

She rolled her eyes at him, smiled in joy, and turned
to her new friend. “Thank you. I’m honored.”

The older dolphins had stayed fairly close, but
hadn’t interacted with them. However, now they swam closer, and one of them
came within a few feet of Ethan. He wasn’t sure what to do to keep from
spooking it, so he just froze, and smiled with his mouth closed. Sometimes dogs
saw teeth as a threat when you smiled at them, and he had no idea if dolphins
would or not.

Remembering Kai’s warning, he said, “It’s not good
for them to get too comfortable around humans, Sam.”

“I’m not so sure I buy it. I mean, they seem so
smart, and they stayed away from you at first. I don’t think they’ll swim up to
just any human.”

She swam to him and they kissed, and Ethan saw two of
the dolphins copying them out of the corner of his eye. He burst into laughter
and Sam turned in time to see them kissing and snuggling, but with fins instead
of arms.

Ethan would have sworn the whole pod laughed, and he
decided to just go with it and enjoy the moment.

They spent a lot of time in the water, but Sam
eventually pointed out they should probably head back soon. Ethan had been
thinking the same thing, but hadn’t wanted Sam’s magical time with the dolphins
to end.

They stowed the gear they’d pulled out, maneuvered
back into the kayaks, and began making their way back to land.

The dolphins stayed with them until they were about
twenty yards from shore, and Sam stopped rowing to wave to them as they swam
the other direction. The juvenile broke off from the pod and came back to them,
made a few circles around their kayaks, and jumped high into the air as he swam
away a final time. Ethan would have sworn he waved his flipper when he jumped.

Sam eyes were moist as she turned to him. “That was
magical. I’m almost speechless.”

He pulled up beside her, stroked her cheek, and
leaned sideways to give her a quick peck on the cheek. “I told you. They know
how special you are, too.”

They’d brought clothes to change into, and Sam pulled
her hair into a French twist, put a little eyeliner on, and decided the sun had
given her enough highlights she didn’t need makeup.

They had dinner and desert outside, on a deck with
the sea breeze cooling them as the sun set in an explosion of colors.

“This is our last vanilla night on the island, and
it’s been perfect.” Sam sighed in content as she watched the shifting colors in
the sky and ocean.

They slept in each other’s arms that night, and awoke
to rain the next morning — the last full day of their trip.

“You know, I don’t mind the rain,” Sam said as they
stretched and watched the deluge crash in sheets as the wind blew the rain
against the large wall of windows.

Ethan reached for her from behind and kissed the spot
just under her ear. “I don’t either. We’d planned to do a good bit of our
packing this morning, and this is just another view of the beach and ocean.”

They spent the morning packing everything except for
the things they’d wear the next day.

Ethan gathered all of the toys and organized them,
saying they’d go in the box the next morning, so they could drop them off at
the UPS Store on their way to the airport.

“I’ll be using a lot of them this afternoon and
tonight,” he promised.

Sam had donned yoga shorts and a loose tee when
they’d awakened, and was on pins and needles waiting for Ethan to tell her to
strip.

She had no idea what time he intended to get started,
but her nerves and libido wanted him to do so sooner rather than later.

Everything was packed except their toiletries, the clothes
they’d wear home, and the toys. She stood watching the rain come down as Ethan
loaded the dishwasher and talked about what they could do with the remaining
food, to eat it for dinner and then breakfast.

She heard him walk up behind her, but she didn’t turn
to look at him. He wrapped his arms around her and gently tugged her back until
she leaned against him.

“I’d originally planned to move some of the mats into
the bare-bones room for our spar, but I think I might like to fight out on the
beach, in the rain.

Sam’s lips curled into a smile as she remembered the
first time they’d fought for his dominance. “Primal. Wild. Just like our first
time.”

She felt his lips on top her head. “I knew you’d get
it.” He gently stood her back up, and supported her as he stepped away, until
he was sure she was no longer leaning against him.

“But first, I want you over my knee.”

He pulled a kitchen chair away from the table, turned
it to face the great room, sat in it with a bit of pomp, and said, “Strip. Fold
your clothes neatly on the kitchen table as you remove them.”

Sam pulled her shirt off, folded it, and reached for
her shorts. They didn’t take much to fold either, and she removed her panties,
folded them in half, and settled them on top of the stack.

“Good. You’ll find the coconut oil on the counter by
the fridge. Bring it to me, please.”

He accepted it from her, removed the lid, and
motioned for her to position herself over his lap.

Sam both hated and loved the act of bending over his
lap. It was humiliating; something a child might be forced to do. However, her
insides practically vibrated in anticipation of what was to come. She’d asked
for this on the bed over his lap, and having him push it to make her more
uncomfortable soothed her worries about not enjoying the evening. He was going
to use her suggestions in a way that suited his desires, and she was more than
happy to please him as she draped her body over his lap and propped on her toes
and fingertips.

He slathered coconut oil on her bottom and the backs
of her thighs, and she knew he intended this to hurt even more than usual.

Ethan’s hands were huge, and meaty, and managed to
both sting and thud at the same time. She loved the intimacy of his hand
striking her, but knew she’d asked for one of the most painful ways he could
spank her — and the addition of the coconut oil would make it hurt even
worse.

She felt him lean sideways to put the jar on the
floor beside them, and braced her toes and fingers on the floor, determined to
hold position.

“You don’t have to worry about staying in place
today. I’ll take care of it for you.” He patted her bottom. “You aren’t going
anywhere until I say you can. Now, ask me to spank your bottom with my hand.”

“I already asked you, Sir,” she said with a smile.
“In writing.”

“I know you’re just being cheeky and not meaning
disrespect, but you’re skating the line.”

“Sorry, Sir.” Her toes pushed against the floor, her
calves strained, and she tried to maneuver her position so she didn’t feel so
out of control and off balance. It didn’t work, so she kept her toes where they
were but relaxed her calves. “Please spank my bottom with your hand, Sir.”

The first strike felt almost full strength, and if he
hadn’t held her down she’d have popped up and off of his lap. “Sir! I thought
this was about me enjoying it!”

“No, this was about me asking you what you’d most
like. I didn’t say anything about arranging things for your enjoyment.”

His hand came down another half dozen times, all at
once with no break, and she was frantic with pain when he stopped.

Sam gasped for much-needed oxygen, and was just
beginning to breathe normal when he lifted his hand again. She braced for more
pain, but he caressed her bottom, soothing the hurt.

When she relaxed he started again, but without as
much muscle, and before long she was moaning and wishing for more.

He gradually ramped up both the speed and the power
behind each blow. Sam had forgotten just how loud a hand spanking could be
— the sound of flesh repeatedly striking flesh. She could feel the skin
and muscle flattening and rippling every time his hand landed. The outer layers
of skin stung, and the inner layers of tissue absorbed the impact. So many
types of impact play provided either thud or sting, but Ethan’s hand delivered
both simultaneously, and her body always soared from the dual sensations. She
was still bruised from her run-in with the stainless cane, and he’d caned her
again since. His large hand spread the impact around, and struck numerous
bruises from the cane with each collision.

The fire inside of her seemed to grow with each
impact, and he worked her ass and the backs of her thighs until she knew the
entire area had to be bright red. Her backside was blazing hot, but he didn’t
let up, and in fact kept gradually increasing the amount of muscle.

As her arousal blossomed, she began trying to squirm.
Her legs were together, and if she squirmed just right she could press her clit
into his leg. She didn’t dare come without permission, but she rode to the edge
several times, and backed off before she tipped over into bliss.

When he at last slowed, and then stopped, he stroked
and smoothed the area for several long minutes before he spoke.

“I let you pleasure yourself, even though you didn’t
have permission. If you’d have orgasmed we’d have had a problem, though.”

“Thank you, Sir, for allowing it. I knew not to come,
so I didn’t.”

“Well, we’re about to have a little lesson in
orgasms. You’re going to come on command eight times. I’ll spread your legs and
make sure nothing touches your clit, and you’ll come from a spanking alone.
Next, I’ll get you off vaginally, and then you’ll come with attention to your
clit and nothing else, and then your ass.” He patted her bottom and helped her
stand. “And then I’ll wash my hands and we’ll do them all again.”

He took her to the workout room, attached a sex-sling
to the chin up bar and leaned her over it, so her hips and shoulders were
supported. He buckled her wrist cuffs on and attached them to the sling as
well, and then secured her ankle cuffs and connected the spreader bar.

Her heart drummed in her chest as he circled her,
observing. “You requested bondage to keep you in place, and since I’m feeling considerate,
I should probably tie you into the sling so you can’t lift your torso.”

He collected some rope and wound it through the
sling’s hardware on the right side, then the left, and back to the right. Sam
didn’t point out how, while this strapped her into the sling, it wouldn’t keep
her from standing. The sling hung from straps, so if she stood she’d just take it
with her.

Of course he realized this, because his next step was
to run a rope through the bottom of the sling and connect it to the center of
the spreader bar. Her heart went from double-time to triple-time, and her
flaming bottom and thighs tingled with the promise of more spanking.

He touched the small of her back. “Do I need to
remind you to keep it arched?”

His hand was hot from spanking her, but she didn’t
comment on it, merely said, “No, Sir, but thank you anyway.”

He took position behind her as he chuckled and said,
“You’re very welcome.”

The mirrors gave her several views, each from a different
angle. Her gaze traveled to every one, and settled on the best view of his
face.

His hand struck the back of her left thigh, then
right thigh, with just the right amount of force, and she closed her eyes and
moaned in pleasure.

His chuckle was more than a little cocky this time,
and he began in earnest. The blows alternated, with one each on the right and
left for a while, and then changed to three on one side, followed by three on
the other.

Sam’s eyes were closed now, her back arched so her
bottom was as high as she could manage. He was only striking her thighs, and
she knew it was so he could be sure the orgasm was from the impact alone, and
not because of sensations of the impact around her pussy.

She moved around a little, testing the bondage, and
when she was convinced she couldn’t escape, relaxed back into it. She
desperately wanted to close her legs and try to get some friction or pressure
on her clit, but he’d spread her wide, and it wasn’t going to happen.

She focused on his power over her, how helpless she
was, how good the spanking felt, and how he could easily increase the power
behind each blow and have her begging him to stop.

It didn’t take long to work herself close to an
orgasm, and she gave him every sign she could think of to let him know she was
close, but he just kept plugging away at the spanking until she thought she’d
explode.

The blows had been consistent for so long, when he
began striking harder it caught her off balance and she hopelessly tried to
stand.

He kept the same constant rhythm, but each blow was a
little more than she thought she could bear, and she fought her bonds and
screamed with every impact.

Her body must have heard his order before her brain
parsed the meaning, because by the time she realized he’d said, “Come,
Samantha. Let it go. Now!” she was already beginning to writhe and spasm.

He didn’t back off, and if anything, struck even
harder as she screamed, gasped, jerked and twisted through her climax.

She soared through the stratosphere, each impact
tossing her higher and higher, until colors exploded in her vision and her body
collapsed into the supporting bondage, unmoving except for her rib cage
expanding and contracting as she gasped for air.

Gentle fingers caressed her blazing thighs as Ethan
said, “That’s one, only seven to go. Do you need some water?”

Sam met his gaze in the mirror and nodded, as she
wasn’t quite able to form words just yet.

She accepted the straw and drank half the bottle
before he took it away. “Let’s not fill your stomach all at once. If you want
more before I offer it again, you have permission to ask.” He kissed her
forehead and circled around behind her again, absently settling the water bottle
on a workout bench as he walked by.

A finger slid casually into her pussy, and withdrew.
He stepped away, retrieved an exercise ball, and sat on it behind her.

Two fingers slid into her, and she moaned and
shamelessly tried to push back.

“We’ll go at my speed, Samantha, but it’s good to see
you’ve recovered so quickly.”

He slid his fingers in and out another dozen times
and mused, “I wonder if you’ll be wanting more, or begging for a rest after
another couple of orgasms.”

Sam didn’t know, and didn’t particularly care at the
moment. She wanted more fingers, and faster, but knew better than to make
demands.

“Sir, you’re teasing me! Can I have another finger,
please
?”

“Mmmm. You ask so nice, but no. This is about
reaching climax from vaginal stimulation alone. No pain, no stretching you
wider than you think you can handle, no mind games other than the bondage.
Someday we’ll repeat the exercise without bondage, as I’m pretty sure it helped
you reach your first orgasm.”

Well, yes, it had, but she wasn’t of a mind to admit
it unless he insisted. Still, she could work with this. His refusal was a mind
game, after all.

She closed her eyes and relaxed into the sling, but
realized she couldn’t relax too much and keep her back arched.

Her mind went back to the night she spent hogtied,
and imagined what he might do if she bowed her back now, so soon after her
agonizing reminder.

No way did she want another consequence, but the idea
of having to undergo it was enough to get her juices flowing. She arched her
back until the muscles protested, and focused on how sadistic it was to give
her so little stimulation and expect her to orgasm on command.

He hadn’t said what would happen if she failed, and
she imagined him strapping her into one of those fucking machines she’d seen online,
and leaving her in it overnight and into the next day, until she was exhausted,
but unable to keep from being aroused and suffering through orgasm after
orgasm.

This was all fantasy of course, because they didn’t
have a fucking machine, but it did the job and before long she was so close to
coming she had to hold onto it.

His fingers changed rhythm, sped up a little, and
brushed her g-spot just as he ordered her to come.

She’d been holding on so tight, and when she let go
it was as if she’d been held between two bungee cords, and when the bottom one
was released, the top one catapulted her into space before letting go.

Ethan added a third finger and picked up speed as her
orgasm grew, and Sam screamed as pure ecstasy swamped her senses. She fought her
bonds, and though she felt her muscles and bones surrender to rope and steel,
she couldn’t stop the fruitless struggling against them as her body thrashed
and flailed out of control.

Ethan finally pressed an unknown number of fingers
into her and held. The pressure stretched her, though her insides continued to
contract and jerk around him. She was helpless to stop him, to stop herself,
and the orgasm stretched into infinity.

When she finally collapsed into the sling, she was
pretty sure she was done for the night.

However, he gave her some more water and began
rearranging her.