Safeword: Matte - In Training (25 page)

“Permission from who?” asked Sam’s mom.

“You work for the local government. You know
how it is. You could probably get a particular police officer to
accompany you somewhere, if you wanted?”

Sam’s mom nodded and Grams said, “My
connections go much higher. The permission came from people high
above Dustin’s commanding officers.”

Chapter
Fourteen

Several days later, Sam’s house was in
chaos. Grams and Gramps were in one guest room, Nana was in
another, and Ethan’s parents in the third. She’d offered sofas and
air mattresses for the cousins and other assorted aunts and uncles,
but they’d opted to rent the entire wing of a nearby hotel.
However, they mostly spent their days at Sam’s.

Ethan slept at his place though he stayed at
her house until late. He said they should sleep apart the last
couple of days before the wedding, and wouldn’t open it up for
negotiation. It seemed important to him, so Sam didn’t protest too
much.

Sam’s mom looked shell shocked when forced
to face the entire family at once, and Sam hoped she didn’t look
the same, because she sometimes felt totally out of her league.

She wanted to laugh when Ethan saw the state
of the dishwasher, sighed, and just turned it on without
rearranging it. It was his family, and they appeared to be a bit
much, even for him. She felt better after seeing it, and told him
so that night when he told the family he needed some time with his
betrothed and excused the two of them upstairs.

“We’re all together quite a bit, actually.
Birthdays, holidays.” He shrugged as he closed her bedroom door.
“It’s still something you just kind of have to face with a
laid-back attitude. We have traditions from Puerto Rico, China,
Jamaica, Africa, Italy, Ireland… and there’s just so many of us.
You seem to take them in stride, which is kind of a family test.
You passed with flying colors just by not running from the room
during the first thirty minutes.” He laughed. “The first time one
of the cousins brings someone, you’ll see how it is.”

“Do you know what they’ve planned for your
bachelor party tomorrow night?”

Ethan shook his head. “Nope. Do you know
what your friends have planned?”

Sam shook her head as well. “Do you think
your female cousins will be upset at not being invited?”

“No, it’s your friends taking you out.” He
smiled. “And because all but a few of them are your kinky friends,
it’s probably better my family not be involved, anyway.”

“Do any of your cousins know about…?”

“Dustin does. He’s a Dom, too, and when we
spar with him in the morning I figured I’d show him the playroom if
no one else is around.”

“Oh, I think we’re going to have an
audience. It sounds like your family wants to see me spar with
him.”

Ethan frowned. “How do you feel about
that?”

“I’m not sure.” She shrugged and sat in her
bedroom’s comfy armchair. “I’d rather do it without an audience,
but I don’t want to come off as elite or anything.”

Ethan picked her up, sat in her chair, and
settled her in his lap. “I think maybe the two of you should start
without an audience, and maybe do something outside on the lawn
later, if the family just needs to see something.”

“I still can’t believe today was my last day
of work for a month.”

“I can’t wait for our honeymoon.” He bent
and placed his mouth near her ear. “You have no idea how often I
dream about sinking into your sweet, sweet ass.”

Goosebumps rose across Sam’s entire body,
and her nipples tightened almost painfully. “Ummm, there’s
something we should probably talk about.” She hesitated as she
tried to think of the best way to bring it up. “Kind of an
unforeseen new kink, maybe?”

His face went from concerned to curious, and
Sam continued. “I’d assumed the enemas were just…I don’t know, like
shaving. Something I have to do before a scene.” He raised his
eyebrows but didn’t say anything, so she tried to explain better.
“I noted it in the logs, so you know I’ve had orgasms during the
enemas, right?”

He nodded but still didn’t
say anything, so Sam stumbled over her words to try to fill the
silence. “The idea that you’re controlling something so,” she
paused a few seconds before coming up with the right word,
“
personal
. It
seems to have altered the way I see them, and the way I react to
them. It’s nothing like shaving at all.”

He kissed her forehead. “How long have you
been aware of this new kink?”

“I don’t know. I had hints of it the first
week, but it took three or four weeks for me to be sure.”

“I’m glad you finally got around to talking
to me about it, but I’d like for you to come to me with this kind
of thing sooner, in the future. I’ve noted you acting a little
unusual when I’ve given them to you, but I was assuming it was your
reaction to the cramps. Looking back, I can see you were turned on,
but not enough to ask me for permission to come?”

“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”

“No need to apologize. I understand this was
hard to admit. In a perfect world, I’d be able to give you an enema
after this kind of revelation, but it’s not a good idea right now,
with everything we have going on.”

“Tonight’s my last night with the plug. You
said you want me to take tomorrow off?”

“Yes, that’s right. And I’d like tonight to
be your last orgasm until after the wedding, too.” He ran his
fingers over her hair. “Not as any kind of punishment, but because
I want you a little needy on our wedding night.”

Sam leaned into him and he wrapped his arms
around her tighter. “Yes, Sir. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too. We need to discuss a few
other things while we have some time alone.”

Ethan’s tablet was on Sam’s bookshelf,
beside the chair, and he reached for it, flicked it on, and handed
it to her. “It’s opened in the word processor, so we can make
changes as needed.”

It was a contract, and she breathed a sigh
of relief when she saw he’d written this one. She scooted back, so
her butt wedged between the arm of the chair and Ethan’s left leg,
threw her legs over the other chair’s arm, and propped the tablet
on her legs.

The first part seemed the same and she
glanced up. “Wanna tell me where to skip forward to, so I don’t
have to reread the stuff that hasn’t changed?”

“No. I want you to look over the whole thing
and refresh your memory. We’ve agreed it’s a work in progress and
things are likely to change over the years, but this is kind of
like a marriage contract. I figure we’ll add to it, but I really
hope you don’t ask to take anything away.”

Sam nodded, and read the basic points aloud
as she came to them, and sped through the details.

When she reached the third page her eyes
fell to a highlighted section, and she breathed a sigh of relief
he’d flagged the changes.

If submissive wishes to challenge Dominant,
she will request a match. If submissive strikes Dominant outside of
an agreed upon match, she will be punished.

She looked up. “Did you come up with a
punishment? Or am I to trust you to make the consequences fit the
moment?”

“I hope you’ll trust me to decide on the
correct course of action as things happen.” His face was serious as
he added, “Consequences may not happen right away. I may need to
calm down before I trust myself to…”

He trailed off and she said, “I get it,
Ethan. This is about trust, about not having to be on guard around
me anytime you initiate sex or start a scene. You aren’t saying
you’ll never fight me for dominance again, you’re only saying it
needs to be talked about and agreed to. I can’t just fight without
warning.”

“Correct. I love the chance to take you down
when you’re fighting back; I just want to agree to it before it
happens.”

“Okay then, I have to submit to anything
sexual, and can’t fight you off just because it ticks me off. It’s
a change, and I’m going to hate it at times, but it’s not like my
fighting you off ever changed the outcome.”

Ethan’s hand gently lifted
her chin until their eyes met. “Yes, it did. Fighting me made you
horny, and reminded you why you submitted to me. The next time I
take you when you don’t particularly want to be taken, it’s going
to be hard for you to let me without putting up a fight. I
understand, and I’ll even give you a little wiggle room to push me
away for a few weeks without serious consequences — but if you hit
me I plan to make the punishment so severe you won’t be likely to
even
consider
striking out in the future.”

He watched Sam’s face as
she took it in, and Sam looked down to avoid his gaze as she said,
“I’m not promising I’ll never hit you again, because it
really
is
hard to
submit, sometimes. I’ll promise I won’t strike without warning
first though, because I never want you to have to be on your guard
when you kiss me.”

“I appreciate that, but whether you warn me
or not, if you hit me without my agreeing it’s a sanctioned fight,
you’ll be punished.”

“Yeah, I got that. This is about more than
the contract though. It’s about your feelings. I’m telling you that
as a submissive I may not be able to keep from fighting you, but as
a woman I intend to warn you before I strike.”

He leaned to kiss her forehead. “Thank you.
Keep reading, I think you’ll like the rest of the changes
better.”

The anal training contract was a separate
document from their standard contract, and was now expired. Sam had
been disappointed at the prospect of not being punished without a
safeword in the future. Even though she’d only been punished once,
just the idea he could do so and she wouldn’t be able to stop it
had given her possibly hundreds of orgasms during the weeks of her
training.

However, when she reached the next
yellow-highlighted section she had to read it three times to be
sure of what it said.

Submissive will no longer have a safeword,
for any reason. If something is wrong she should tell the Dominant
the problem, and he’ll decide if it’s reason to stop. If her arm is
falling asleep, she should tell him. If she has a muscle cramp, she
should tell him. If it hurts more than she thinks she can bear, she
should tell him. It will be the Dominant’s sole decision to fix the
problem or keep going. If submissive is under speech restriction
she should think carefully before voicing a problem. If it’s a true
problem there will be no repercussions; however, if it’s merely
whining, there will be.

If for any reason the submissive changes her
mind and wants to change any portion of this document, she should
notify the Dominant in writing. The note must be handwritten, must
detail the specific item she wishes to alter, the reason she is
requesting the change, and must be signed. Dominant must agree to
all changes before they are final, with the exception of the
safeword clause. Submissive will receive her safeword back
immediately upon receipt of a written request.

Clever, clever, man. He’d given her an out —
a way to get it back — but made sure she could never do it in a
scene. This had been one of their biggest sticking points. He was
worried she’d want it back but have no way to do so, while she
maintained if she could get it back anytime she wanted, why bother
taking it away?

This way, once a scene started there was no
way to stop it. However, if something went wrong, she could keep it
from happening in a subsequent scene. Also, this would keep him
from purposefully taking her farther than he should — another of
his worries. If he knew she could take her safeword back if he went
too far, he’d be less likely to let himself completely off the
leash.

Her eyes were a little misty as she looked
up and said, “It’s the perfect solution. Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome. Those are the only two
major changes. I’d like you to read the rest while I’m here, in
case there’s anything you want to modify. If not, I’ll print the
document tonight and pack it, so we can both sign it the first
night of our honeymoon.”

Sam nodded and read
through the rest. She had no more changes to make, though she
played around with asking for the same punishment parameters they’d
had, but then scolded herself for considering it. Now that he’d
given her what she wanted, she was trying to put limits on it?
Sheesh, no wonder he’d held off for so long.
No
. She’d always wanted to find
someone she could trust enough to agree to a no-safeword
arrangement. Now that she’d finally found it, she wasn’t going to
blow it.
Sure
it
was scary. It was supposed to be. A balance of love, trust, and
submission, with just a sprinkling of fear to add some
spice.

By the time she finished the document she
was so horny she couldn’t see straight. “I don’t have any more
changes. What are the odds I can convince you to help me with my
plug before you go?”

He shook his head. “I’m going to drive home
and then beat off, and you’re allowed one orgasm tonight as well.
Your last until our wedding night.”

“How is that going to work, exactly? In a
regular hotel?”

The Read House wedding package included a
night in the hotel, which worked out well since their flight didn’t
leave until the next afternoon. They could’ve driven to Nashville
or Atlanta and flown out the same night, but both preferred to fly
out of Chattanooga instead of having a two-hour drive at the
beginning and end of their trip.

“I negotiated with the hotel for a
presidential suite. Still no loud screams or obvious impact sounds,
but we’ll have a lot more privacy than a standard suite.”