She tried to talk through it, but couldn’t come up with an intelligible sentence, and finally gave up and let the bliss sweep her under.
As she regained motor function, she draped her arm over her eyes and let her legs sprawl out to the side. “It seems wrong to call you a jerk after you gave me a mind-melting orgasm, but I was giving you a blowjob and you stopped me, and then you ignored me when I tried to talk to you about it.”
Her voice sounded happy and content, but there wasn’t much she could do about it.
Ethan was still between her legs, and he chuckled before bending to lick her entrance with long, slow, strokes.
“God, you’re impossible. I don’t know whether to beg you to stop, or keep going.”
His tongue kept going, and she added, “We need to talk about why you aren’t using me, and won’t let me pleasure you.” She groaned as he licked and suckled the perfect spot. Quickly losing her resolve, she pulled enough air into her lungs to admit, “But I’m not sure I have the willpower to ask you to stop what you’re doing.”
He brought her to three more orgasms before he kissed his way up to her neck, rolled to the side, and pulled her into his arms.
“I used you pretty hard, and I wanted to give you a little time to recover.” He kissed her forehead. “Take advantage of it while you can.”
“But I wanted to give you a blowjob. How could that be a bad thing?”
“It isn’t, but I’ve made the decision to give you pleasure and pamper you a few days.”
He was holding himself so she couldn’t feel his cock, so she didn’t know if he was hard or not. Her mind shifted into analysis mode, and she ran the possible reasons he might not want to use her, or even get a blowjob.
It hit her out of the blue, and she looked up and said, “You’re sore. My ass feels like someone used a sandpaper-covered toy on it. Your cock has to be sore, too.”
His face told her he was trying to find a way to deny it without lying, and she laughed. “Master Sex-God is sore. Oh, it’s beautiful.” She kissed his chin, and then his lips. “Don’t try to deny it. I’m not sure why it didn’t occur to me before.” She shook her head. “I’m not sure how you managed it the last couple of times, though. If you were hurting as bad as me, why did you keep going?” She paused and added. “How did you keep going?”
“I’m pretty sure I’m not as sore as you. Your ass hasn’t had any friction at all until we arrived here, and my cock gets frequent activity. The last couple of times I felt a little tender, but I wasn’t ready to stop yet, and it didn’t hurt bad enough to affect my pleasure.”
He shrugged. “I’m sore enough after the fact, so I figure it’s best to give it a rest.” Soft lips kissed her forehead, then her nose. “I’m quite serious about wanting to give you some rest and lots of pampering, though. You took everything I gave you, and I gave you a lot. I want you to know I understand how hard I was on you, and I appreciate you for it. I don’t want to ever take your submission for granted.”
He touched her cheek, held eye contact a few minutes, and said, “I half expected to get a written note the next day amending our contract.”
She shook her head. “No. You didn’t harm me, it just hurt.”
Ethan didn’t respond, so she continued. “The consequences fit the crime, and I’m beginning to see a pattern in the ways you’re choosing to correct me.”
His eyebrows rose in question and she answered, “The overnight hogtie, the enema…” She took a breath and considered the best way to explain. “Punishment is almost always the stainless cane, but consequences take longer. I have time to think while I’m hurting.”
She leaned in, caressed his lips with hers, and rose. “You don’t have to keep reminding me I can make something never happen again with a written note. I don’t like the idea I can control future scenes.”
Ethan pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and she kissed him again before continuing. “I know we need a failsafe, so you know I can stop something if I absolutely never want it to happen again, but I wish we didn’t need it.”
“Did you ever consider writing the note?”
She shook her head. “Not even during the worst of the cramps. I deserved it, and I totally understood the point you were trying to make.”
“You know it isn’t likely to be a one-time thing, and you have to know I’ll make you hold it longer now that I know how your body responds.”
“Was there another way it could’ve responded?”
“I needed to see how long it took you to bounce back, and I wanted to make sure there weren’t any longer term issues. You needed a nap right after, and appeared to be a little weak and easily fatigued, but once you had your second nap you seemed to bounce back. Also,” he smiled playfully, “you ate a lot at breakfast, and your digestive system handled it with no problem.”
His voice was always deep, but he was relaxed and content, and it sounded lower and deeper than normal. “You didn’t get a lot of sleep the night before, so the naps were to be expected even without the enema.” He stroked her cheek. “I plan to keep giving you pleasurable enemas, but they’ll be warm, and you’ll be able to move and accommodate the water.” He caressed her face again, and she rested her cheek on his chest as he continued. “I’ll make sure you never confuse a regular enema with a punishment enema, and I’ll probably reserve the lemon additive for big things, but you have to know there are no guarantees. I may give you a painful enema just because I want to.”
“I know all of this. It almost sounds like you want me to write it out of our contract.”
“No, but this isn’t something we’ve discussed ahead of time. It’s the first thing I’ve done out of the blue, without making sure it was okay first. I needed to get some feedback from you, and make sure you understand…”
He trailed off and Sam kept her head on his chest. The subject was easier to discuss when she wasn’t looking at him. “I don’t hate you for it, and I won’t screw up our power exchange by taking away your options.”
She could almost feel him smiling as he caressed her back. “Okay. I guess that’s what I needed to hear.” He hesitated a few minutes and said, “I didn’t plan to bring this up until we arrived home, but I’ve been considering taking a different approach to punishment.”
She raised her head to look at him, but didn’t say anything.
“I’ve noticed you respond better to the longer, drawn out consequences, and I’ve been playing around with an idea for punishment. Something I’ll only use punitively, never for pleasure.”
“What do you have in mind?”
He shook his head. “The first time we do it, you’ll only have to endure it for maybe thirty or forty minutes, and it will be a demonstration, so you’ll know what to expect. I’ll tone it down a little, so it won’t be too bad, but you’ll get the general idea.”
“You still haven’t told me what you have in mind.”
“Can’t get anything by you.” He smiled. “I’m only bringing it up now because you mentioned the difference in quick punishment and drawn-out consequences, and I wanted to validate your observation that my stretching it out, so you have time to think while you hurt, seems to get through to you better.”
She opened her mouth to respond, but he touched her lips and shook his head. “Conversation over. It was just a heads up. We’ll discuss it more in a week or two, once we’re settled in at home.”
Sam rolled off him, and kept going until she rolled off the bed and deftly landed on her feet. “Well then, you need to feed me again. I’m hungry.”
He stood and headed towards the bathroom. “Join me in the shower, and then we can go out for breakfast.”
They ate, went for a run on the beach, showered again, and packed overnight bags, as they were taking a small plane to the big island for a show, and would be staying in a hotel for the night before returning the next afternoon.
Ethan surprised her after the show by going down on her again, but then making love to her.
He held her arms in place as he entered her, and when she asked questions about his being sore, denied her speech privileges again…but otherwise, anyone looking on would have thought them completely vanilla. He brought her to orgasm after orgasm, and gave her permission to come when she wanted, as often as she wanted. When he finally came, they did so together as they looked into each other’s eyes.
* * * *
A few days before they were scheduled to leave, Ethan went into the house to retrieve drinks while they were reading on the beach. However, when he returned, he also handed Sam a notebook and pen.
Her look was inquisitive, but she stayed silent and gave him a chance to explain. It’d taken her a while to figure out he didn’t like being questioned, and he’d tell her what she needed to know if she just waited a few seconds.
He adjusted the huge umbrella, sat in his lounge chair, took a swig of beer, and said, “I want you to list the top ten things you’d like me to do tomorrow night. This is your chance to ask for whatever you want.”
He could tell she was gearing up to argue with him, and he took another sip to keep from interrupting her thoughts. It took her a few seconds to form an argument she was happy with, but once she settled on it, he could see the determined lawyer lining up the conversation as she began to state her case.
“Ethan, I don’t want to control the scene. I get my pleasure from belonging to you. From being yours. When I know I’m pleasing you, it gets me off.”
She paused a second to let it sink in, and finished with, “If I think you’re just doing what I want, I’m not sure it’ll work for me.”
He’d expected this exact argument, and he pointed to her wine and said, “Take a drink, Sam. Do you trust me to make the scene good for you? For both of us?”
She was quiet, with the wheels so obviously turning in her head as she considered how best to answer. Her ability to so easily recognize his trick questions was one of the things he loved about her.
“Of course I trust you,” she finally said. “That isn’t the issue here.”
“Is there anything I’ve done in a scene that you honestly wish I hadn’t?”
She considered his question a good thirty seconds before slowly shaking her head. “No. There are plenty of things I hated while they were happening, but when I look back on them, it’s with fondness and…I don’t know, pride? Happiness? Contentment? I’m happy I was able to handle it, and give you what you wanted.” Her smile lit up her face. ”I wouldn’t change a thing.”
He lifted her wine glass, handed it to her, and reached for his beer. “Then trust me to know how to make this scene good, too, even if I’ve asked what you want.” He shrugged. “If it’ll make you feel better, you have to know I won’t do all ten things. I’ll pick and choose what I want to do amongst your list, and it’s highly possible I’ll find a twist on something you want, so I give it to you in an unexpected way. I won’t know until I see the list, which can’t happen until you actually write it all down.”
She looked at the paper, glanced up at him, looked back at the paper, back to him. “I’ll do it later, on the computer. You said this is for tomorrow night. Right?”
He shook his head. “You have a pen and paper because I want to see what you write the first time, and not the edited version. If you want to cross something out and change it, feel free, but make sure I can read what you strike through.”
He took another long drink, set the bottle to the side, and opened another.
He could almost see Sam run a debate point through her head, discard it, and then run the next. When she apparently realized she had nothing left to argue, she met his gaze and said, “No matter what I say next, you’ll pull the Dom card and tell me it’s an order.”
Ethan felt his smile grow, and tried not to let it appear too cocky. “Would I do that?”
She laughed, set her book on the table, leaned back, pulled her legs up to support the notebook, wrote a one on the first line, and circled it.
Ethan reached for his magazine and gave her some privacy to come up with her list, though he had to restrain himself to keep from leaning over to see what she was writing.
He knew she’d have a full body flogging on the list, likely near the top. There were a few bondage positions she favored, and he expected to see them as well. If he’d asked for a list of five things, he felt confident he could guess four of them, but a list of ten? He wasn’t sure what her final six would be. He could guess, but couldn’t be certain.
He’d caned her last night, and taken her to the limit of what she could handle. Maybe just a touch farther, truth be told. He’d brought her to tears, which was a damned hard thing to do with her. He didn’t want her to cry during every scene, but occasionally needed to know he could take her there.
Still, he wanted to make the last night of their honeymoon about her pleasure. He understood she didn’t want the power to control the scene, so he’d have to work it so she thought his actions were based on what he wanted to do to her from the list…and he’d have to find a way to twist one of them into something she wasn’t so happy about. He knew his wife well enough to know she needed something challenging, something she had trouble taking, as proof of her submission. Or, maybe as proof of his ability to dominate her.
She spent nearly an hour coming up with the list, but when he finally saw it, he decided she deserved a reward for giving him so many details, and not just ten simple bullet points.
1. Full body flogging. Start with a soft flogger and work up to the knotted one. I’d like my hands bound above me, but no other bondage.
2. A hand-spanking. Preferably lying over your lap on the bed.
3. Total bondage, so I can’t move more than fingers and toes. You can work on specific parts of my body while I’m bound, but I’d also really like to be fucked while spread open and totally at your mercy.
4. You used the rubber flogger on my asshole once. You said you wanted to make it hot before you fucked it. I hated it while you were flogging it, but the extra heat and pain once you were inside me was wonderful.
5. I’m sorry I can’t give you specifics for this one, but something psychological. Not necessarily making me play fetch, or making me pee outside…but something along those lines. Something we haven’t done, that will push my boundaries further than we’ve gone before.
6. Other than the mind-fuck psychological thing, I don’t want to have to use self-control. If you deny me speech then put my tongue in bondage, so it’s impossible to get in trouble for trying to speak. If you want me to stay in a position, bind me into it. If you want to force me to run in place, or move a certain way, then engineer it so there is pain if I stop or slow.
7. One night at your house, you put a dildo gag in my mouth, a dildo in my pussy, and a plug in my ass. You put me in a harness, so the bottom two couldn’t come out, and forced me to keep all three in, all night long. It drove me crazy with need. I don’t think I can handle this if I have to work the next day, but it worked well on the weekend.
8. The beam in the living room can support full body suspension. I was fascinated by the saran wrap suspension we saw in Atlanta, but I don’t know if you can pull it off here without proper equipment. If not, then maybe you can incorporate plastic wrap in another way?
9. I can’t believe I’m asking for this, because it terrifies me, but it also makes me feel closer to you — Breathplay, with plastic over my nose and mouth.
10. I know this probably isn’t possible here, where we don’t know people in the scene, but it’s something I’m curious about, so this seems a good time to tell you. Your cock is about as big around as my fist, which means I should be able to handle being fisted by another woman. In my fantasies, you order another submissive to fist me in the pussy and ass, but sometimes you let a Domme have free reign, though you never leave my side as she’s working me over, and all she does is work from fingers up to fisting me. I know if you do this, I can’t dictate what can and can’t happen. I’m just letting you know w
here my fantasies have taken me.
Ethan read it through twice before glancing at Sam. She was reading her book, but her body was tense as she waited for his feedback.
“Thank you, Sam. You gave me more than I asked for, but I expected you to ask to fight me.”
She looked down a second before looking past her book towards the watery horizon. “Not after I turned on you our first week here.”
Her expression was so sad, and Ethan’s heart broke. He reached for her hand and said, “None of that, Samantha. We wiped the slate clean. If you need to fight me, you’re supposed to ask. Maybe by asking, and getting it out of your system, you won’t be as tempted to do it without permission?”
She looked to him, her eyes unsure. “It won’t hurt your feelings for me to ask for it?”
“Not at all.” He shook his head and smiled. “I enjoy our sparring matches, and especially enjoy taking you once I conquer you.” His fingers played over her hand and forearm. “I just don’t like being struck with no warning. I was having to keep my guard up even when we were being romantic. It was tough.”
“I’m sorry.”
The look in her eyes was heartbreaking, and he resolved to find a way to help her control her instincts better.
“Don’t be sorry. I should have told you sooner.” He sat up, turned sideways so he faced her, and lifted the back of her hand to her lips. “Your number ten doesn’t work for a scene tomorrow, so you owe me another point anyway. What number should I put the sparring match?”
“Can I see the list a moment, please?”
Ethan handed the notebook to her and she looked it over twice before handing it back and saying, “Three.”
He nodded acknowledgement, and scooted so he sat on the edge of her lounge chair.
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