No Safeword: Matte - Happily Ever After (Safewords)

by Candace Blevins

  Ethan chuckled and said, “Your friend is on his fifth needle, and has a nice ladder going up his cock. I’m going to stabilize your feet in the middle because I’m not sure the two of you will keep able to keep the presence of mind to hold still for what comes next.”

  Ethan used rope to tie their joined feet off to both bedrails, which held them more in place so they couldn’t yank them back and forth. He still didn’t seem happy, so he used straps to connect their thighs together, and finally bound their calves to their thighs.

  “So you’ll know what is happening to each other,” Tara said as she worked on her boy’s cock, “Toy has a temporary ladder piercing going up his cock. I’m going to get a few pictures of it, but not Sam, because Ethan was clear about that, then I’ll take them out, disinfect again, and I intend to flog the holy hell out of his cock and his poor, defenseless little nuts.”

  Ethan fiddled with the outer balloon enough Sam’s asshole spasmed around the invasion, and then the cramps in her gut kicked up again. He lifted a syringe and said, “Tara brought lots of these, with sterile water in them. I’m going to refill Sam’s bladder again, and then I intend to flog her inner thighs with the squid for a short time before I free her from the needle and dildo so I can make use of the brand new, clean, toilet brush in my bag.”

  Sam’s heart stopped beating and then skipped into triple time as he looked at her and said, “We’ve only touched the surface with abrasion play before. I’m going to make the inside of your pussy so fucking raw, and then later I’m going to fuck your hot little cunt while you beg for mercy.”

  Sam whined and moaned as he put more water into her bladder, but he only looked at her and said, “I want you so full you remember this moment not only over the next couple of weeks, but for the rest of your life. Anytime someone says they ate too much and they’re full? You’ll remember this day, and what it means to be truly full.”

  Sam was so overwhelmed with sensations, and as he refilled her bladder the dildo put even more pressure on the needle keeping it in.

  He gave her a few dozen softer strikes of the flogger to her inner thighs before he put a lot of muscle into it and the cruel rubber strands of the squid felt as if they tore into the skin of her inner thighs with each stroke.

  He’d obviously planned ahead when he tied her and Toy together, because the straps were at the base and top of her thigh, leaving all the area in between a blank canvas for the cruel flogger.

  Despite the water in her bowels and bladder, she needed to come, but didn’t have permission and had to hold onto it as she hopelessly fought her bonds and screamed behind the silicone cock filling her mouth.

  When Ethan finally relented with the flogger and gave her a respite, he gingerly took the needle out, and then the fat dildo.

  He also took her dildo-gag out, though he replaced it with a wiffle-ball gag. At least she could breathe around this one, and it didn’t keep her right at the edge of gagging. However, it held her mouth wider open and she knew her jaw would be hurting before long.

  He let her watch him take the toilet brush out of the packaging before he scraped the rough bristles over her spread open pussy a dozen or so times.

  He let some water out of her bladder again, and then he started to push it in.

  The individual filaments poked into the sensitive skin of her entrance and she thought she might be bleeding as he pushed, and pushed, and pushed.

  Instead of feeling like a single brush, it felt like a thousand needles pressing into her. They scraped and stabbed their way in, and Sam screamed and shrieked as he pushed harder and harder, and it rooted deeper, and deeper.

  Sam’s screams were frantic, but today they only seemed to push him to be more cruel and sadistic.

  At last, the business end of the brush was inside of her, and he twisted it around, pulled it out, pushed it back in. Again and again until Sam was sure there was no skin left in the lining of her pussy.

  She saw Tara touch Ethan and lean in to him, and Ethan said, “We’re going to take your catheters out, but before we do, Tara says we can fill them a little more.”

  Sam and Toy both made very similar noises as their bladders were once again filled, this time past the point of mere pain.

  They were only left in this state fifteen or twenty seconds, and when Ethan finally released all the water in her bladder, Sam felt as if she might be in heaven. She felt him fiddling with the catheter again as Tara told him he had it right, and the next thing she knew, he was pulling it out of her.

  “Now,” he said as he leaned over her. “I’ll flog your beautiful, raw cunt while Tara flogs Toy’s cock and balls.”

  Sam saw him stand up, lift his arm higher than he normally would to flog her pussy, and bring the rubber flogger down hard.

  She didn’t recognize the sound of her own scream, and she couldn’t stop screaming once she started, even though he only struck once.

  When her voice finally broke, Tara looked to her boy and said, “Your turn, bitch.” Her hand went up and down, and Toy gave a blood-curdling scream that had Sam wishing her earplugs worked, and she suddenly understood why Ethan had secured their middle leg, as she felt Toy trying to pull it in to protect his balls, but couldn’t. She’d probably done the same.

  Ethan looked at Sam and said, “I’d like you to say, ‘Two,’ when you’re ready.”

  Sam shook her head. No way could she be expected to ask for this.

  “It won’t count unless you count it ahead of time, and I’m planning to give you twenty-five.”

  “Two!” Speaking around a large ball gag was difficult, but not impossible.

  His arm went up, came down, and Sam was once again lost in her own pain, agony, and screams.

  By the time she asked for the twentieth, she was exhausted and terrified of the next, but determined to not miss her chance to count it. He’d given her three she hadn’t counted ahead of time.

  Between the brush and the flogger, her pussy felt as if it were on fire. Neither would bruise it, and nothing he was doing would affect her ability to train. She’d be sore, but it would be surface pain, nothing at the muscle level.

  She tried to convince herself of the “surface” level of pain before each strike.

  It didn’t work.

  He’d removed the straws, earplugs, and ball-gag about ten strikes in, and promised he’d let her go to the bathroom to release the enema when they reached twenty-five.

  Toy hit his number before her, as he’d asked for each strike as soon as he was told. Her final three hurt so much worse because she knew she should be finished.

  When Ethan and Tara at last freed them, she wondered who would get the bathroom first but soon realized Tara was taking her boy outside to use the woods.

  Sam was thankful she was allowed a toilet as Ethan released the inner balloon and pulled the nozzle out just before she sat.

  “Scene isn’t over. You have speech privileges back but use respect.”

  “Thank you, Master.”

  As he was leaving the bathroom she asked, “Sir? How should I address Tara?”

  He shook his head. “She’s your friend, so she’s just Tara, but be conscious of how your words will sound to her boy.”

  As it turned out, there wasn’t much more talk. Tara made her boy help Ethan clean the bedroom and all of the equipment, and Sam sat on the toilet with her tablet until she was sure the water was gone, then stood and ran in place before sitting down to expel the rest.

  She heard Toy excuse himself and run outside a few times, and assumed Tara told him to make himself useful while he waited for the water to work its way out.

  She also heard the outside faucet, and heard Toy yelp as Tara hosed him down.

  When they all finally met back in the great room, Tara had Toy put on sweatpants and a shirt, and said she needed to get him home where he could service her properly. Sam wondered what that meant, but didn’t ask.

  Tara hugged Ethan, waved goodbye to Sam, and tugged her boy’
s leash to get him to follow her out the door.

  Sam wasn’t sure what would happen next, so she put her hands at the small of her back and looked to the floor. She was exhausted, but wasn’t ready for their last hurrah to be over yet, either.

  “How about I string you back up on the porch, flog you some more?” Ethan asked.

  “Oh, Yes, Sir! Please?”

  He opened his arms and she took the four steps it took to fall into them, and closed her eyes in bliss as he wrapped her in the sanctuary of his embrace.

  “Are you holding up okay?”

  “It was awful, Sir. I don’t want to ever have to go through it again.”

  He rubbed his hand down her hair and then stroked her back in wide circles. “It isn’t something I have plans to repeat, but I’m not making any promises.”

  He looked down until she met his gaze, and said, “I’m thinking maybe we’ll let you sit for me to flog your back, instead of stringing you up on the porch again. You’ve had quite a day and I don’t want you too tired just yet.”

  He had her sit criss-cross on the now-cleared bed, and locked her wrists and ankles together.

  “Rest your elbows on your inner thighs and round your back,” he told her as he helped move her into position.

  The flogger on her back was heavenly, and when he finally stopped, she moaned in complaint. She was flying and didn’t want to come back.

  “Ssshhh,” he admonished. “You’re okay.”

  He disconnected her cuffs from each other and stretched her out on the bed, face up.

  “Oh, yes please, Master,” she said as he planted himself between her legs with his mouth over her crotch.

  “Come as often as you want, no need for permission, but save some so I can feel you coming around my cock in a little while.”

  Her pussy was so raw and tender from the brush, and his tongue felt so good.

  He licked her clit hood, and pulled it away to lick her clit as the fingers of his other hand massaged the surrounding muscles, and Sam came unglued.

  She lost track of how many orgasms he gave her, and when he finally rose above her, she looped her legs around his waist and invited him in.

  They both groaned as he pressed in — Sam because she was so damned raw and sore, and she figured Ethan’s groan was because of the heat he’d created by making her so raw.

  He gave her permission to come at will again, and she did. Over, and over, and over.

  She could tell when he was getting close, so she held back, wanting them to come together at the end. Just as he lost control she let hers go, screaming her love for him as the orgasm swept her under.

  Ethan always went a little feral when he came, but today was more than usual, and he rutted and pumped and growled his way to the end of his orgasm, and finally collapsed on top of her with an out-of-breath, “I love you, too, Samantha Levi.”

  Sam pushed his shoulder to hopefully remind him she needed to breathe, and he rolled off her. Sam pulled her legs up and went to her side as her eyes drifted closed. She felt him cleaning her, and snuggled into him when he spooned behind her, but she was mostly gone.

  * * * *

  It wasn’t until he woke her by pushing his cock into her ass the next morning that she realized he’d stayed out of it the night before.

  She moaned and tried to move forward, but he had her on her side with her top leg lifted high, and a grip that guaranteed she’d stay put.

  “Please, not yet!” she begged. “I need to pee, and I’m not horny, and—”

  “And your Master wants to fuck your ass.” He pushed harder, sank deeper. “If you want to keep your speech privileges I suggest you wake up enough to remember your place.”

  He pressed in fast enough to make Sam squeal and scream, but she quickly added, “I’m sorry, Master! God, just give me a second, please!”

  “You’ll take what I give you.” His voice dropped a few octaves and she recognized his need. The scene had ended all soft and cuddly the night before; he’d need to remind her she was owned one last time before he officially called an end to sex until the fights. Somehow, he’d managed to lube her, or get enough on himself, or something, because she was slick enough, but she wasn’t stretched and he was always impossible to take without prep.

  She screamed and yelped, but didn’t ask him to stop again, and thanked him profusely when he held inside her a few minutes once he was all the way in, so she could adjust.

  Once she was okay with him, he took her hard and fast. Her begging now turned into pleading for permission to play with herself, and he didn’t relent and allow her to touch her clit until near the very end.

  Oddly enough, after the catheter play the night before, her need to pee this morning was kind of like icing on the cake, helping her along instead of hindering her.

  He told her she couldn’t come just before he lost it and went crazy in her ass, but then turned her on her back, lubed three fingers, and made her take them in her raw, sore, pussy until she managed five orgasms.

  * * * *

  They spent a few hours lounging and snuggling, and when they arrived home around noon they changed into bathing suits and went straight to the pool.

  Jerrod and Miguel came outside and stood with their hands on their hips.

  Jerrod spoke first. “We have training to do. We let you take yesterday off but we expected both of you home last night.”

  “And I texted you last night to let you know we were fine, and we’d be home today,” Ethan said.

  “Do you want to win, or get your ass handed to you?”

  Sam splashed Jerrod and said, “He wants to win, same as me, but we needed time to reconnect before we head into these last two weeks.”

  Miguel smiled at her words and said, “Ah, two weeks.” Sam realized, too late, that she’d once told him Ethan stayed celibate during the final couple of weeks of training.

  He looked to Jerrod and said, “We’ll get it out of their asses. Ethan’s off work from here on out, and Sam only has court two days, and will be home the rest of the time. Let the lovebirds have their swim.”

  He pulled his shirt off, tossed it on a chair, and did a huge cannonball into the pool, soaking everyone.

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  As they were working out in the downstairs gym on Tuesday, Miguel told Sam, “Dave signed Tara on again; she’ll arrive in Vegas the Friday before the fight.”

  This seemed to remind Jerrod of something, and he looked at Ethan and said, “Oh! Dave also hammered out the contract with…”

  He looked at Sam as if he’d just screwed up, then looked at Ethan apologetically.

  Sam smiled at her husband and asked, “Something you haven’t told me?”

  Miguel turned and left the room, and Ethan glared at Jerrod.

  No one said anything, and Sam said, “Close the door on your way out, Jerrod.”

  Ethan spoke up. “Before you go, can I at least know what Dave said?”

  “It’s all worked out.”

  Ethan waved him away, and Jerrod nodded and left with a final apologetic look.

  “What have you done?”

  “You’re going to hate having a stranger follow you around to keep you safe.”

  “Yes.” She was already dreading it, but had tried to block it from her mind since there was nothing she could do about it.

  “I asked Dave to look into hiring Drake Security, and seeing if Tyler can be assigned to you.”

  “Oh, that’s…why would you feel you had to keep that from me? It’s sweet.” And incredibly thoughtful.

  “Because I didn’t know if we could make it work, and didn’t want to get your hopes up.”

  “But, apparently it’s all worked out?’

  Ethan smiled. “Sounds like it.”

  She looked at the door and back to Ethan. “Well, while the doors are locked and they’ve likely run for the hills…we could take advantage of the time alone.”

  Ethan shook his head. “No more sex until after our
fights.”

  “But you’re tempted.”

  He grabbed the chin up bar, lifted his legs into a pike position, and pulled himself up with his arms.

  Sam wasn’t ready to give up. “I should be spanked for tempting you.”

  “I’m not putting any more marks on you until after the fight. You get enough from Miguel, Jerrod, and me during training.”

  Sam looked at the door again, shifted her gave back to Ethan, and pulled her shorts and underwear off. She dropped to her knees on the mat, and rolled to her back with her legs spread.

  Ignoring Ethan, she closed her eyes and ran her hand down her stomach, to her mound, and teased herself a few minutes before sinking two fingers inside with a groan. God, she needed release.

  She felt movement on the mat and opened her eyes to Ethan standing over her, looking down.

  “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he asked.

  “Release may be a bad thing for your training schedule, but denial doesn’t work for me. I get it if you need to refrain, but I need to come.”

  He sighed and dropped to his knees. “I’ll help you this time, but I’m going to ask you to masturbate without me knowing about it until after the fight. Okay?”

  Sam stopped, suddenly mortified and self-conscious. “You don’t have to help me. And I’m sorry for trying to push you. I’ll…I’ll go upstairs and finish myself off.”

  He shook his head and pulled her legs farther apart. “No. You’ll lay back and come when I tell you, and not before.”

  Her heart sped as she pulled her hand away and lifted both above her head, showing him she’d submit. “Yes, Master.”

  He started with three fingers, and she gasped at the stretch and friction. She was close to coming when he altered his angle and stroked her g-spot, and just as she was about to beg, he ordered her to come.

  He kept her going a long time, but when he finally let her down from the peak he merely patted the inside of her leg and went back to the bar and began a series of upside down crunches.