Safeword Interrupted (The Cattail Club Book 1)

by Trace, Dakota

  He tilted her chin up and caught her gaze. “Understood. I won’t mention her again. I just wanted you to know that you didn’t have to worry about any diseases, and that I won’t forget again.”

  She tilted her head. “Don’t worry, about it, Sir. You’ve always been a fanatic about protection – and promised to never harm me.” Her cheeks flushed. “Besides. I kinda liked it. It’s the first time a guy has…well, come inside me… without a condom.”

  Something primitive inside him rose up at her words. The part of him that had awoken earlier during their scene, wanted to beat its chest and collar her right now. She was his – she let him spill inside her – something by her own admission she’d never allowed any other man to do.

  Fear tried to creep in. He wasn’t the settling down kind of Dom. He’d always played the field – had given his subs pleasure then walked away when another caught his eye. What the hell was he doing?

  He took a deep breath and eased back. It wasn’t until he stood and shoved his hands into his pockets that he began to relax. “Regardless, I’ll be using a condom, Bethany. The pill isn’t always a hundred percent fool-proof, and we both know I’d make a horrible father.”

  She drew back as if struck before re-averting her eyes. “Of course, Sir. As a man who doesn’t want kids, protection is a must. Forget I offered.”

  He wanted to growl as she shut down before his eyes. Damnit, he was handling this all wrong. Fatherhood just wasn’t for him. It had nothing to do with her – in fact if he were to have kids, he couldn’t have picked a better mother than Bethany. But as he took in her defensive posture and downcast eyes, he knew nothing he said now would make things better. Then his fingers brushed the Ben Wa balls in his pocket. Perhaps actions would speak louder than words.

  “On your back with your legs splayed, little one.”

  Chapter Four

  Bethany barely caught her groan as she took Deacon’s hand when he helped her out of the open air taxi. Dressed in the skimpy gold bikini he’d chosen for her, she stood next to the buggy like vehicle and took in her surroundings. Turquoise water glimmered in the distance, and white sands beckoned as the tang of salt water filled the air. If she hadn’t agreed to Deacon’s rules for their outing, she’d have made a dash for the beach. She’d never been one to wait when it came to water. Deacon had always claimed she was half mermaid. But instead of rushing down the boardwalk and across the hot sand to the waiting nirvana, she waited impatiently for her Sir. As she shifted, the weighted glass balls he’d inserted inside her pussy before leaving the bungalow rubbed against one another. The resulting pleasure had her biting her lower lip. How she was supposed to survive an entire day at the beach with the torturous devices inside her, she didn’t know.

  But I promised I’d keep them in.

  She gritted her teeth and concentrated on using her Kegel muscles to keep them in place, as he stepped away to pay the driver. Once he was done with that, he retrieved the sturdy, rather large wicker basket holding their lunch. Then he returned to her side, a brightly checkered blanket over one arm. He held out his other to her. “Come along, little one. If we are going to find a good spot to catch some rays, we need to move. The concierge told me that this beach is a zoo after two. I want to claim our stretch of sand before all the good spots are taken.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She took a cautious step forward, determined to ignore the incessant shift of the balls against her sensitive inner walls. She made it about ten steps before she almost lost one of them. Deacon had warned her the glass orbs would try to slip free – but as long as she had on her bikini bottom, she didn’t have to worry.

  No, the worry is going to come later when he demands I take off the suit.

  She wasn’t stupid. She’d done her research before coming to Puerto Rico. She’d checked out the local sites to see if anything appealed to her. When she’d heard Deacon give the driver the name of the only nude beach in the area, she knew the chances of keeping her bottom on were slim.

  “Hot damn, check him out. Twenty says he doesn’t do the man scaping thing.” A naked brunette with a dark tan that would give a black woman a run for her money nudged the redhead next to her.

  “I’ll take that bet. I can’t wait for him to drop his shorts.” The redhead rolled over onto her side, her generous fake tits pointing out in an invitation, as she watched Bethany trail after Deacon. “I bet he’s packing some serious heat. Wonder if the little wallflower he’s with is game for a little threesome action. I do her if I knew he’d fuck me in the ass.”

  Shocked at the crudity of the woman’s words, Bethany stumbled, barely staying upright as she passed by the gossiping women. Sprawled on beach towels, they rolled their eyes as she nearly fell. It was all she could do to keep from doing a face plant into the hot sand. Either he heard her gasp or Deacon had a sixth sense about him, because he turned at the right moment and caught her in his arms – much to the dismay of the gawking women.

  “Whoa, careful, baby. The last thing I want you to do is get sand in places I want to explore later….” He nuzzled her ear, but still spoke loudly enough for his fans to hear. “…with my mouth.” He glanced over at the redhead. “And I don’t share.”

  The shocked look on woman’s face as she rolled over should’ve made Bethany happy, but instead she felt vulnerable as she followed him several yards away.

  “Look good?” He gestured to the spot of debris-free sand about ten yards from the crashing waves. Close enough to feel the spray, but not actually get wet.

  She nodded. “Sure.”

  After handing her the basket, he opened the blanket with a snap of his wrists. The blanket settled over the hot sand. As he stooped to finish arranging the checkered cloth to his liking, her thoughts returned to the women. She really couldn’t blame them for their reaction to seeing her and Deacon together. It had been that same way for as long as she could remember. At best, Bethany was cute. At nearly five foot eight, she was still a good six inches shorter than Deacon, but her average, girl-next-door looks were no match for Deacon’s earthy sexiness. Her friend had drawn stares from the opposite sex since he hit fourteen, and they had only increased as he’d grown into his larger than average frame.

  Nearly twenty years later and things still haven’t changed.

  Deacon couldn’t help but be sexy – especially when he chose to wear an obscenely tight white tank – which he was currently in the process of stripping off. Her hands clenched around the handle of the wicker basket as he exposed more than just his well-developed biceps and thick forearms. She’d always swore that his hair dusted chest and abs were pieces of art, but the smattering of dark curls across the broad expanse made her want to touch. Something she hadn’t had the pleasure of yet.

  Perhaps he’ll let me slather him up with sunscreen.

  “Here, let me take that, little one.” He tugged the basket away from her to set it on the corner of the blanket.

  When he straightened, the front of his broad shorts gaped a bit, exposing more of the same tempting curls that were on his chest. Would he let her tug on them with her teeth? Or was this Dom business just about him taking? Her thighs tightened as she remembered the feel of him pounding inside her as he chased his own orgasm. Maybe, if she asked nicely, he’d let her explore.

  Well a girl can hope.

  Unaware she was staring, she licked her lips as she imagined tracing the treasure trail of hair that disappeared under the waistband of his trunks with her mouth. She could tug them down with her teeth and—

  “Bethany.”

  The husky tone of his voice washed over her, causing her to glance up at him. His blue eyes had darkened once more, a sure sign that he was turned-on.

  “Yes, Sir?” The words came out just a hair above a whisper, as her nipples tightened against her bikini top.

  “Strip…now.”

  Her eyes widened in surprise, but her fingers lifted to the tie holding her top secure. A quick tug on the strings freed her breasts, leavin
g the top hanging around her waist. A flick of her fingers sent it fluttering to the sand, before she shoved down her bikini bottoms. A quick flick of her feet freed her legs of the material. Standing in front of him, her legs shoulder width apart, shoulders back, thrusting her breasts up, and her hands clasped behind her, she clenched her inner muscles, praying she wouldn’t break his first rule for their outing.

  Don’t drop the damned Ben Wa balls.

  “Very nice.” He circled around her. She shivered when his bare chest pressed lightly against her naked back and arms. “What are the rules for our outing, little one?”

  She bit her lower lip as goose bumps rose on her skin. “I have to stay naked for the duration of our stay, I have to keep in the balls inside me, and…” She clenched her fingers when his lips brushed over the delicate skin at the back of her neck.

  “And?” He scraped his nails over her hipbones, then tilted her hips back.

  Inside her, the balls slid against one another, stroking her need to come higher. She dug her fingernails into her palms. “Don’t…come.”

  A dark chuckle teased her ear. “That’s right. Only once you prove you can follow orders, will you earn your climax.” He squeezed the swell of her hips once more, before releasing her. She immediately mourned the loss of his hand – until he spoke again.

  “After I cover every inch of your pale skin with sunscreen, you’re going to take a short stroll up the beach and fetch me a snow cone from the vendor.”

  His words sent a shiver of apprehension, as she glanced up the beach to where he was nodding. About a hundred and thirty feet up the sand, a man wearing little more than a pair of tight speedos was serving ice cream, snow cones, and other cool treats from a food cart on wheels.

  “And if you come, little one, I’ll use that snow cone to cool you down. Do you understand?”

  She nodded, then added a soft, ‘yes Sir.’

  * * * *

  Once more, Deacon had to rearrange his cock inside his shorts as Bethany made her way up the beach. Her hips swayed as she took mincing steps. One might think that the sand was burning her heels, but he knew better. The glass balls had to be driving her crazy – especially after he nearly brought her to orgasm while rubbing in the creamy sunscreen, but he couldn’t help but admire her poise. She barely faltered in her journey. Until she reached her destination and another woman clad in nothing but a floppy hat and holding two bomb-pops bumped into Bethany – causing his little sub to stumble back as one of the popsicles coated her left breast and nipple.

  His mouth watered when she moaned. Even from his resting spot on the blanket, he could see the flush rising on her chest. She was on the verge of coming – the shock of the cold treat stimulating her soft pink nipples – the same flesh he’d spent several minutes tormenting with sunscreen.

  “Don’t do it, baby. Hang in there.” He whispered the words, almost silently encouraging her to fight back against her body’s need for release. “Don’t come yet. Don’t make me have to punish you. You can do it.”

  He watched as she righted herself as the woman apologized. Then the petite redhead took a napkin and tried to clean off the sticky coating from Bethany’s chest.

  Mine!

  The possessive sentiment should’ve shocked him, but the idea of even a stranger touching what he considered his, made him want to lay a claim to her. Just when he thought he would have to intervene, she shook her head and took a step back.

  “Good girl.” He leaned back on his arm when she retained her composure long enough to order his snow cone. The attendant nodded his agreement before assembling his treat. After accepting and paying for the cone, she made her way back towards him. He gazed hungrily at her tempting form – especially her breasts. He couldn’t wait to get his mouth on those luscious nipples and the hard little clit he just knew would be begging for his tongue by the end of their outing.

  “Your snow cone, Sir.” She remained standing, her slightly parted thighs gleaming in the sunlight.

  “Feed it to me.” He patted the blanket next to him.

  “Before lunch, Sir?” She sank down, swaying dangerously as she bit her lower lip. He caught a glimpse of moisture trailing down her thigh before she snapped them shut – hiding his pussy from him, as she settled back on her knees. He’d let that go for the moment, but later he’d remind her why she was to keep her legs open and her sex available to him.

  It’s probably for the best that she did, however. Otherwise, I’d have been tempted to order her to feed me my pussy.

  The idea of feeling her trembling thighs against his cheeks as she hovered above him and he lapped up her essence tempted him – but this was a public beach, and he wasn’t quite ready to end their day yet. After they ate, they would have a chance to play in the water where he could do all the other delightfully naughty things he had in store for her.

  “Of course. I always eat my sweets first.”

  She swallowed hard. “Really? Since when?”

  He gave her a slow smile. “Since I figured out that the sweets make the bite of tart even sharper.” He slowly lapped at the snow cone she held out to him with a shaking hand. “And you - my sweet little sub - are going to taste delicious with the tang of the saltwater on your pussy.”

  Chapter Five

  “…and you my sweet little sub are going to taste delicious…

  Bethany barely tasted the creamy cherry cheesecake Deacon was feeding her for desert. His words tormented her even more than his hands had earlier as he liberally reapplied sunscreen to every inch of her exposed skin. It also had her wondering if Doms actually gave oral sex – weren’t they supposed to be on the receiving end only – and how she would react if he buried his head between her thighs. The one and only time with her last boyfriend had tried ended up with nothing more than a lick and promise before he’d lost interest and mounted her.

  And came in less than three minutes.

  “Open.”

  Deacon’s command pulled her away from her morbid thoughts. Without thinking, she obeyed, letting the filled spoon dip in between her lips. Sucking the utensil clean, she swallowed. “Thank you, Sir.”

  A slow grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Don’t be so fast in thanking me.” The spoon returned to the container, before he set it aside. Then he rose to his feet, the solid line of his erection molded by his board shorts. She still didn’t think it was fair that he got to keep his shorts while she paraded around in her birthday suit.

  “Come.” He held out a hand to her.

  Her breath caught in her throat as she stared at his hand. “Is it time to go home, Sir?” She couldn’t keep the breathy undertone out of her voice.

  “Not yet.” He frowned. “But if you make me ask again, you’ll be sorry.”

  The darkening of his eyes begged her to do it – to give him another reason to punish her. But as sore as her ass was, she wasn’t about to let that happen – not if she could avoid it. After taking his hand, she pushed off the blanket-covered sand. As she stepped past him, he cupped the back of her neck, halting her progress. “Remember, no matter what I do, you are not to come or lose your toys.”

  Her teeth dug into her lower lip as she nodded. His eyes narrowed.

  “That’s not an answer, Bethany.”

  The coolness of his tone sent warning chills up her spine. “I understand, Sir.”

  “Good.” Then he guided her toward the lapping waves. She clenched down on the glass balls as the first wave struck her calves, then the second her knees, when he guided her through the shallows. Soon the water was up to her thighs, then her navel. She squealed as the next wave almost knocked her off her feet.

  “Whoa.” Deacon wrapped an arm around her waist, before pulling her tight against him.

  She clung to his shoulders as another swell rocked her – the cool waters a sharp contrast to the building heat inside her.

  “Wrap your legs around me.” Deacon’s voice was gravelly.

  “Yes, Sir.” She lift
ed one leg then dropped it as the move caused her grip on the Ben Wa balls to slip. She could feel them moving – pushing toward freedom. Clenching down on them hard, she panted. “Sir….I can’t – the balls. I’m scared I’ll lose them.” She pressed her forehead against his wet chest as the waves continued to tug and pull on her.

  “I’ll help you.” His hands slipped under the water to cup her ass. “When I lift, wrap those long legs around me. We’ll do it in one smooth motion.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She gritted out, tensing every muscle she could, as she suddenly found herself lifted above the water. How the hell had he done that with such ease, was her only thought as she found herself free of the cool water.

  “Bethany.”

  Her name spoken with such disappointment, reminded her of his order. Spreading her thighs, she hooked her legs around his waist, moaning when her bare mound came into contact with his warm abs. Moisture that had nothing to do with the water around them escaped her. Her cheeks flushed. There was no way he wouldn’t recognize how aroused she was. She hid her face against his shoulder as the balls shifted inside of her. Pleasure ripped through her a pale replica of her earlier release, but just enough to tease her.

  “Good girl.” His hands remained on her bottom, keeping her pressed against him as he turned and moved farther away from the beach, until the waves lapped at their torsos. “Now, the fun begins – what I’ve been imagining since I slipped those balls inside you earlier.”

  “Imagined, Sir?” She lifted her head from his shoulder to gaze up at him.

  A wicked smile crossed his face. “Oh yeah.”

  That was her only warning before he rocked her up against his stomach – hard, then stopped holding her hips flush against him with her back arched over his arm. Her mouth opened on a soundless cry as the balls didn’t just shift against each other, but instead bounced off one another. Release tugged at her –but thanks to his stillness, she fought back her orgasm. When the urge finally passed, she slumped forward, her head resting against his shoulder.