Safeword: Matte - In Training

by Candace Blevins

  The final question was something Tom said to his younger students, part of teaching them responsibility for their actions. It was the exact right thing for Ethan to say, because it engaged the willpower portion of her brain and helped her clamp down on her control.

  His voice expressed his pleasure with her. “That’s my girl.” He leaned down to work her clit with his tongue some more, and worked his fingers until she was so close to coming it was a miracle she didn’t. By sheer willpower, she managed to control her muscles so they didn’t begin those first spasms that would send her off into the stratosphere.

  When he finally pulled his fingers from her pussy and sat up, his smile showed her how happy he was with her progress.

  “I think you deserve a special reward, but let’s get you measured first.” He nodded to the huge butt plug he’d set up on a stool. “Get it slick, and then pull the ring and sit down on it.”

  Sam had grown to hate the process of sitting her own ass down on the huge plug. The indignity of being made to spread her bottom wide open, and to hold her body in place while he bent down to determine her progress, was just too much. She hoped this would be the last time she had to do it, but kept her mouth shut as she didn’t want to give him any ideas about keeping the damned thing around after the honeymoon.

  Sam gave an involuntary grunt as she went lower, and lower, on the huge plug. She waited until the burn threatened to move from discomfort to pain, and leaned forward with her forearms on her thighs to hold in place. Ethan bent down, but this time instead of merely looking, he caressed the distended skin around the plug.

  “I love the way your asshole looks as it stretches. I can’t wait for it to be my cock spreading you so wide, holding you open.”

  He walked to his cellphone, and talked as he entered her measurements. “Stay put, don’t stand up yet. Off the top of your head, can you come up with five words or phrases used to describe anal sex?”

  Sam raised her face to look at him, terribly uncomfortable in the position, and not sure where he was going with the conversation. She was drawing a blank, so she said, “I don’t think so, Sir.”

  “I’ll get you started, the British call it buggering, don’t they?”

  “Oh, yeah. And there’s sodomy, sodomizing, fudge packing, anal intercourse, ass fucking.” She stopped and took a breath. “Can I stand up now, please? Sir?”

  He set his phone down, walked to her, and circled her twice — so slow she wanted to complain again, but she kept her mouth closed and stared at the floor.

  He bent down behind her, so he’d have a good view of her asshole stretched around the plug. “Okay, stand up slowly. I want to watch your asshole close. Do it so I feel like I’m watching a slow-motion replay on television.”

  Ethan had a way of hammering home his ownership of her sexuality while making her do the most simple things. She stood slowly, aware of his attention to her most private part, with no way for her to hide from him as she went up the plug millimeter by millimeter.

  When her ass finally came off the plug, Ethan pulled her into his embrace. “I’m pleased, Samantha. Your reduced schedule seems to be keeping you in good shape, and you should have no problems accepting my cock when I bugger the living daylights out of your ass.”

  Sam gave a nervous laugh and he caressed her back. “I promised a reward, and you’ll get it in two parts. I’ll give you a full body flogging with your favorite flogger, and when you’ve had three orgasms, you get to decide which position you want me to fuck you.”

  He leaned back, put his finger under her chin, and lifted her face until their gaze met. “You can come as often as you want tonight, just give me a two-second warning.”

  Sam wondered if he knew how hard it was to give a two-second warning. She had to be right at the edge and ready to go, give him the warning, and then hold onto it for two seconds before releasing it. She was grateful to be able to orgasm without permission, but it still took a great deal of control. Still, she thanked him, and then followed him out to the great room in anticipation of the flogging he’d promised.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Two days later Sam opened her door to Ethan and his grandmother, and was pulled into a bear hug by the small woman.

  “Hi Grams, it’s good to see you. Justin got you here safely and in one piece, I see.”

  “Yes, dear. There’s a sorta computer somethin’ downtown he want to attend. A slicer convention, mehbe?”

  “Hackers, Grams,” said Ethan. He looked to Sam and shrugged, “He’s white hat, but hangs out with the black hats some, to stay on top of things.”

  Sam extricated herself from Grams’ arms and guided her inside. “Ethan will bring your bags upstairs and we’ll get you settled in. We have about an hour until we need to leave, to meet my parents at the restaurant. Do you want some time alone, or would you rather sit and visit?”

  “I’m fine, dear. After sittin’ in de car for two hours, how ‘bout we go for a walk?”

  Sam looked at Ethan for guidance, as she didn’t know what his elderly grandmother was capable of. He saw her questioning look and said, “The roads around your house have some steep hills, why don’t we take her across the Walnut Street Bridge?”

  Grams was a trip, and she loved the pedestrian bridge over the river. Sam hoped to be as spry and happy when she was that age, and said as much.

  “Are yea callin’ me old?”

  “I, uhh, no, ma’am.” She looked to Ethan for help, and he and his grandmother burst into laughter.

  “It’s okay. I am ole.” She eyed her grandson, “I thought a lawyer’d be quicker on her feet.”

  “Oh, she is, Grams. She’s just trying to be polite.”

  Grams looked back to Sam, appraising her. “Polite, eh? Tell me about yehr parents.”

  “Oh. What do you want to know? My dad’s a logistics engineer, which is pretty impressive, but my mom likes to pretend he has a much more prestigious job. He makes good money, but it isn’t glamorous.”

  “And yehr mudda?”

  “My mom’s a media liaison for the City of Chattanooga, which doesn’t pay well, but is pretty glamorous, I guess.”

  “So, your mudda, she is more about appearance than substance.”

  “You haven’t even met her yet,” Sam said with a wistful smile, “and you just nailed her.”

  “How does she feel ‘bout colored in-laws?”

  Sam looked at Ethan and he tilted his head as if to say, “Can’t get anything by her.”

  “You’re pretty smart, Grams. My dad adores Ethan, thinks he’s perfect for me, and doesn’t give a flip about his racial make-up. My mom…” Sam sighed. “She likes Ethan, but…”

  Grams pulled her into another bear hug. “It alright, dear. We’ll win yehr mudda over. You’ve enough to wearry about, don’t add this. Yehr weddin’ will be perfec’.”

  “Well, I’m marrying the perfect man, so how can it not?”

  “When he first tole me he was in love with a divorce attorney, I worry for him. But as soon as I met you, I knew you were perfec’ for ‘im. He tells me the two of you go to the same karate place, and work out together? And you run with him? And ride bikes up de mountains with ‘im?” She shook her head. “All my grandsons are over achievers. I don’t know how any have managed to find women who’ll put up with them, but Ethan’s done good. I’m happy to claim you as a granddaughter, dear. Now, let’s go meet your parents and have dinner. I’m starvin’.”

  Dinner with her parents went off without a hitch. Grams truly did win her mother over, and the two made plans for the next day. Sam had fretted about not being able to take the day off to babysit them, but when she heard plans for arranging flowers and devising a seating arrangement, she was much happier spending the day at work. If left up to her, everyone would sit where they wanted.

  Sam noted that Gram’s accent faded and her grammar improved while talking with Sam’s parents. She didn’t want anyone to feel as if they had to act different around her family
, and it bugged her.

  “Martha, I’ll bring my tablet tomorrow, and show you the family. I have the best grandsons ever, and believe it or not, Ethan isn’t the biggest. Justin, the one who drove me up, is two inches taller, but his muscles don’t bulge like this one’s do. His twin, Dustin, is in the Marines and I saw him fighting with Ethan — not real fighting, but practice fighting — and it was scary to watch, even though they weren’t tryin’ to hurt each other.”

  Sam looked at Ethan. “Any chance we can arrange a sparring session for me? What style does he use?”

  “Samantha!” Sam’s mom looked horrified. “Ladies do not discuss such things.”

  “Well gee, mom. Last time I checked, I had all the required girl parts, and I’m discussing it, so…”

  “Men don’t want their women asking to fight their cousins. Don’t blow this right before the wedding.” She spoke in a low voice, as if it would keep the rest of the table from hearing. Sam shook her head, but Ethan spoke before she had a chance.

  “I’m not most men, and I love how Sam sees an opportunity to learn something new and grabs onto it.” He turned to face Sam. “I’ll see what I can work out, but I don’t actually want you bruised up before the honeymoon, so maybe a full-on spar can wait for the next time he’s in town. He’s studied a lot of styles, and the Marines seem to have a specific form they teach, so he uses a mish-mash.”

  Grams touched Sam’s mom’s arm. “It’s funny, both twins work for de govehr’men.” She sat up, seemed to remember her accent and grammar, and continued. “But in completely different ways. Dustin is a Lieutenant Colonel in de Marines, and we all think he’s some kinda special forces, but he won’ tell us. Justin graduated from MIT, and when de government calls he gets on an airplane and goes to Washington. He’ll only tell us it is about America’s cyber-security. When he’s home, he works on artificial intelligence, and People Magazine listed him as one of the top five brains in AI in de country.”

  Gram’s accent was stronger now than when she first met Sam’s parents, but her grammar was still near perfect.

  Sam’s mom looked to Ethan, and it was written all over her face that he hadn’t lived up to his cousins. Grams smiled as she said, “All I want for any of my kids is that they be happy. Ethan competed in this big cage fighting thing, with hopes of winning a national title. He lost at a regional competition, and he tells me he’s helping to train the man who beat him.”

  She looked at Sam with a mischievous smile. “He tells me it is mostly because of you that he did not win?”

  Sam’s mom looked horrified once again, but Sam laughed. “Well, yeah. I studied videos of his old fights and gave Tom pointers on how to beat him.”

  “Grams,” Ethan said, “my helping Tom isn’t completely altruistic. I intend to compete again, and by standing beside Tom on his way up, I’ll learn more about how to help myself next year.”

  Sam rolled her eyes. “Don’t let him kid you. He’s going way beyond mere helping him out. He could learn as much by just hanging out with us, but he’s helping Tom with some pretty intensive training.” She smiled. “Ethan is good enough to win a national title, and with my help next year, he just might.”

  “Are you still helping this Tom with strategy?” asked Grams.

  “Yes, ma’am. Tom’s a good friend. He was there for me when I competed for a national title. He trained me, coached me, and even doctored my bruises and injuries when I let him.”

  “Grams, Sam was part of a group of high level fighters when I met her. They’ve graciously invited me into their group, and if I were jealous of every man she’s close to, my skin would turn green and I’d look like a comic book character.” He glanced at Sam. “Though, thankfully, she was only romantically involved with one of the guys, and I know why it didn’t work out, and he’s in a healthy relationship with someone else now, so I have no reason to be jealous, anyway.”

  “You competed in dis bloody cage fight thing?”

  Sam’s mom sighed under her breath. “Here we go.”

  Sam glared at her mom and smiled at Grams. “No ma’am. I competed regionally, and fought my way into the national Kung Fu tournament. It’s on mats, not in cages, and has a lot more rules than the cage fights.”

  Ethan rubbed her shoulder. “She won, Grams. She was the National Women’s Kung Fu champion. I thought I’d told you about it.”

  “I wish you’d all stop talking about it,” Sam’s mom said. “It isn’t something a proper lady should do. I tried to set her up on a couple of dates, but once the men looked her up on the internet, they weren’t interested.”

  “Idiots,” said Ethan, and he wasn’t smiling at Sam’s mom when he added, “Why would any man in today’s world want a woman not capable of taking care of herself? I get why it was popular a few generations ago, but today? When women are encouraged to get an education and make something of themselves?”

  He shook his head and reached to put his arm around Sam. “Only a man with no self-esteem would prefer a woman who needed him, instead of wanting him. Sam isn’t with me because I’m a successful businessman who can support her, she isn’t with me because she can’t open jars and needs a strong man around the house for that sort of thing, nor is she with me because she’s afraid to be alone. She’s with me because she loves me, and wants to share her life with me.” He looked at Sam and smiled. “She wants me. She doesn’t need me, but I need her in my life more than words can express.”

  Sam leaned towards him and he bent to give her a quick peck on the lips before looking back to her mom. “There’s nothing wrong with your daughter, Martha. You and Doug raised a strong, smart, independent woman. She’s every bit a lady, and she’s exactly the type of woman I want to share my life with.”

  Ethan hadn’t needed to come to her defense, but it warmed Sam’s heart that he had. She remembered his comment about the white spouse taking more offense than the non-white spouse when racist remarks were made, and understood it a little better. She was used to her mom’s constant comments about her lack of lady-like behavior, and they rolled off her back. But, they irritated Ethan, and he’d finally spoke up.

  Sam’s mom looked pissed, and was deciding how to answer when Grams said, “My granddaughters are growing up in a different world than the one I grew up. I was raised to believe the best job I could ever get would be cleaning houses, and I’d never need to go to school beyond elementary. When my husband brought me to the United States I took night classes for my GED, not because I wanted a job, but because I wanted the same education other Americans take for granted.”

  “Mom,” Sam said. “I don’t believe I told you what Grams did, before she retired.”

  Sam’s mom shook her head and Ethan said, “Grams worked for the United Nations. After she got her GED she went to law school — not to become an attorney, but to get the education she’d need to work for human rights in Jamaica and other Caribbean island nations.”

  Sam looked to Grams. “I read your book on human trafficking, and cried my eyes out during parts of it. I’m horrified the human race can still stoop to such atrocities.”

  “I wrote that book nearly twenty years ago; I’m surprised you found a copy to read.” She shook her head. “I wish I could say the problem is gone, but it isn’t.”

  “Grams is writing a follow up,” Ethan said to Sam’s parents. “She got permission for Dustin to accompany her to Jamaica next month, to act as a sort of bodyguard.”

  “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 off
ered 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.”