Safe With Me, Special Edition

by Shaina Richmond

  I smiled. “Ah. So I guess that means you won’t let me tie you up then?”

  A thoughtful look flashed across his face. “You wanna tie me up?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Okay.” He grinned. “But I get my turn with you first. And I ain’t hangin’ from that hook.”

  “You don’t have to. I have those restraints under my mattress. I’ll keep you on your back and just tie your ankles and wrists down.”

  “You have restraints under your mattress?” He pointed off to the door, in the direction of the bedroom. “Why?”

  “I’ve never used them. They were a gift from someone. You never noticed when you helped me change the sheets?”

  “No, I’ve never noticed.” He forced out a breath through his tight lips. “You mean we could’ve been using those? This whole time?”

  I winced. “Well, not on me. But maybe on you.”

  He let out an angry grunt. “Get up there.”

  I didn’t give him a second look. I just walked to the spanking horse, pulled my skirt all the way up, and climbed on. Soon, my body lay bent forward over the raised middle shelf with my knees and elbows comfortably resting against the padded benches down below on either side. Everything was on display for Tyler. My ass, my wet, throbbing pussy. Mmm… nothing turned me on more than baring my pussy like this… especially for him.

  I may have to think about letting him tie my wrists down…

  I closed my eyes and let my cheek rest against the padded bench. My breath completely escaped my lungs. I was suddenly weak with euphoria, but in the best possible way. I trusted him, and I wanted him to use me. I loved being helpless and vulnerable for him, not knowing what to expect.

  It all hit me at once as I lay there bent over, waiting in submission for him to spank me. The sudden need for more rolled through me like a tidal wave.

  “Ah!” I yelped as his palm hit my thigh.

  “That’s one.”

  “Wait, stop.” I propped myself up and turned around. “Tie my wrists down.”

  He walked around the side of the horse to look at my face. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes. Open the cabinet before I change my mind.”

  Without another word, he found the soft restraints in the cabinet and tied them around my wrists, securing them with a knot under each bench. I could still move my arms against the cords, but just barely. There wasn’t enough give to let me wiggle free without a good struggle.

  Tyler asked, “Can I tie your legs down, too?”

  My torso was limp against the flat, padded board. I could barely speak. “Maybe next time.”

  “You okay, baby?”

  “Yes.” I inhaled as much air as my tight lungs would allow. “Yes, I’m fine.”

  “Good.” He smacked me, hard. “Next time I’ll use one of those paddles I just saw in the cabinet. Damn, woman.” Smack! “You must’ve spent a fortune.” He slapped me, then his fingers trailed between my soaked lips. He gave my clit a quick rub before drawing his hand up to slap me again.

  I pressed my teeth together, trying to subdue my noise as he commenced with the spanking.

  My body’s reaction was strong and uncontrollable. This feeling was brand new to me. This feeling of being held captive while the most delicate part of my body was at the mercy of the man I loved. Something peculiar took hold inside of me. Maybe it was chemical. Maybe a sudden rush of endorphins hit an unfamiliar part of my brain, tripping a switch I never knew existed.

  Or maybe I just loved him that much. Maybe I wanted him to possess me. Maybe I was tired of holding back.

  After the eighth or ninth time his heavy hand crashed against my skin, my world crumbled into bliss. I couldn’t think anymore. I could only feel and react. He spanked me harder and faster, and in seconds I was moaning, in throaty gasps.

  He stopped to dip his fingers inside my pussy.

  “Oh my God.” I whimpered against the bench. He went slowly, then faster, then slow again. Every one of my senses was heightened, and every single one focused on those fingers. I was keenly aware of even his tiniest movements.

  Tyler pulled his fingers out. His palm landed hard, close to my pussy, the abrupt slap resonating throughout the room like a gunshot.

  The shrill, constant scream that left my throat sounded foreign, even to me, but I couldn’t make it stop. Everything he did was perfect. The sudden pain, the warmth of his hand, his loud slaps and my screams blending together…

  He went on, spanking me, increasing in strength and pace. Every blow was sharp, landing near my swollen lips. He touched my pussy after each spank. At times he’d slide his palm between my thighs, rubbing me until my hips bucked against his hand like they had a mind of their own. Then he’d stop rubbing me and start spanking me again, parting my wet lips with his fingers before drawing his hand back for more.

  My breath caught mid-scream when his fingers entered me. This time he wasn’t so gentle. He thrust them over and over, deep inside, until I collapsed once again on top of the padded board. I was unprepared for the pleasure building between my thighs by those penetrating fingers.

  I struggled for breath, exhaling in unsteady bursts. My entire body quivered; the slight movement shook my arms, reminding me of their confinement.

  I was completely powerless. And I was completely his.

  He abruptly stopped when I was moments away from going over the edge. Inside, I shouted at the top of my lungs, Fuck me! But my body was shaking and I could barely catch my breath. I let my cheek rest soundly against the padding and concentrated my depleted energy on breathing.

  I heard Tyler chuckle.

  “Baby.” He grabbed my waist. “Can you lift your hips just a little?”

  I dug my knees into the padded bench, stretching as he pulled me toward him.

  “Oh yeah. I think that’s perfect.” He slid deep inside me.

  My mouth dropped open. My wild, uncontrolled scream came back as soon as the fucking began.

  He had one hand on my waist. His other hand went to my hair, pulling my head back.

  “Tyler!” I let myself go. I didn’t care if there were fifty people standing outside the door. I was getting exactly what I needed and it was too good to try to hold back. He fucked me hard and fast, his balls swinging against my clit with every thrust.

  I heard him moaning, occasionally choking out praise about how good it felt.

  The only word I could form was his name, which I yelled, repeatedly.

  It didn’t take long, between the hair pulling and the fierce pounding. As soon as I felt my orgasm build, he went faster, yanking my hair until my head bent back as far as my neck would allow.

  I was happy to finish first. It gave me a rare chance to concentrate on the beautiful sounds he made when he got off. His fingers tightened in my hair as he let out a low, guttural wail. I also noticed the slight squeak of the metal framework as his intensity increased. It was so raw; so powerful.

  He strained to yell, “I love you,” as he let go of my hair.

  I landed against the padded bench on my cheek. If it hurt, I didn’t feel it. I closed my eyes and tried to recover. I knew my lung capacity was restricted by lying face down with my chest on a flat surface but I didn’t have the strength to move.

  I heard Tyler zipping his jeans, then walking around the room, opening cabinets. I flinched a little when I felt him wiping my thighs with tissues.

  “You okay, sweetie?” he asked.

  “Uh huh.”

  He walked around to the side of the spanking horse, bending down to my eye level with a smile. “You sure?” He ran his fingers through my hair.

  “You think they heard us downstairs?”

  He chuckled. “Yeah.” He gave my cheek a wet kiss. “Happy birthday to me. That was awesome. Fuck those guys.”

  I smiled. “You’re gonna have to help me up.”

  Several minutes later, we carefully locked the room and went across the hall to freshen up and make sure we looked decent before we w
ent downstairs.

  Caleb, Joe, Cyrus, and Michael were all in the kitchen. They stood up, clapping and cheering as soon as they saw us.

  Michael draped his arm around Tyler’s back. “Proud to know you, man.”

  Tyler smiled. “What?”

  “Oh, come on,” Joe said. “We could hear you up there.”

  “Good.” Tyler calmly reached down to the table for handful of potato chips.

  The guys went on to tease him about the noise they heard upstairs—my screams, furniture knocking against the floor. I hadn’t even thought about it. There were rugs under every piece of furniture to protect the hardwood floor but they obviously did nothing to block sound.

  Cyrus asked me if I was okay. They all said they’d never heard a girl scream like that. I told them Tyler was the first guy to ever get those noises out of me and they should all be jealous of sexual prowess. He smiled proudly and pulled me to his chest, whispering, “I love you,” in my ear as they hollered and teased him. I just smiled up at him and said, “It’s all true.”

  A minute later, Tyler pressed his chest against my back, holding me in front of him when Caleb called everyone into the kitchen to sing Happy Birthday. His roommates presented him with a large, plain New York style cheesecake—his favorite dessert—covered with tiny, edible decorations. There was a football, a baseball, a basketball, a guitar, a Sagittarius symbol, a cutout shaped like the state of Montana, several different toy cars, and a few references I didn’t understand, like a turtle and an ice cream cone.

  There were also a few red and white peppermint candies scattered about. Tyler picked up one of them and asked what they were for. Caleb looked in my eyes for only a second and answered, “Because we know you like to eat candy.” Tyler shrugged and absent-mindedly gave my cheek a kiss as he analyzed the cake from over my shoulder.

  It didn’t take me long to corner Caleb. Ashley, Dan, Joe, and Jacinda all went to the dining room to play a drinking game. Tyler and I were in the living room with Cyrus, Michael, and Caleb, passing a bong while we stuffed our mouths with cheesecake and Doritos.

  I followed Caleb to the kitchen when he got up to get a drink.

  “That was cute.” I smirked.

  He pulled a can of beer out of the fridge. “What?”

  “You know what.”

  He scoffed, rolling his eyes as he opened the can. “Come on. Take a joke.”

  “It’s not funny.”

  Caleb took a drink of his beer and stared at me as he swallowed. “Candy. Damn. And he still doesn’t know?”

  I glanced behind me to make sure we were still alone. “No. And keep your voice down. Please.”

  “Do you really think he’s gonna be upset?” His eyebrows arched.

  “No. It’s not that. There’s just a lot to tell him and,” I took another quick glance over my shoulder, “I need time to mentally prepare before I do it.”

  “Sure, sure.” He took another drink.

  “I don’t expect you to understand, but it means a lot to me that you haven’t said anything.”

  He sighed. “No, Troy’s the one you have to worry about.”

  “Nah. I took care of it. Have you heard from him?”

  “No. Have you?”

  “No.” I acted confident, though a tiny part of me was uncertain. Troy popped up often enough to try to scare me. Once he casually brushed past me and Tyler in a crowded restaurant. Another time he stood in line several feet behind us as we waited for a movie. I never gave him more than a passing glance. I didn’t even call Tyler’s attention to him. I wasn’t afraid. If Troy was going to say something, he would’ve said it already. I hurt his pride and he probably wanted to repay me by making me feel threatened. I refused to give in.

  “Well, that’s good. I don’t know what you did to shut him up.” He chuckled. Then he looked me up and down, pausing at my cleavage. He put his beer down on the table and leaned back against the fridge, grabbing my wrist to pull me a little closer. His tone softened. “So, tell me about Mia Jacobs.”

  My heart stopped. Or, at least, it felt like my heart stopped. I turned, positioning myself to see the entrance to the kitchen as we spoke. “What about her?”

  Caleb grinned. His hand crept gently from my wrist to my elbow, staying there as his eyes went to my lips, then my chest. “Are those real?”

  I wiggled my arm out of his grasp and took one step away. “Stop. This always happens when someone finds out. You don’t see me as a normal person anymore. Do you see why I’m waiting to tell him?”

  He laughed. “I never did think you were normal, Susie.” He cleared his throat. “Or is it Candy? Or Mia?”

  “Shh.” I shot him a mean look. “What are you trying to do to me?”

  “Hey. Relax.” Caleb took my hand. “You can trust me. I haven’t said a word. And for the record, I think you look better now. You were way too skinny back then.” He stared at my chest. “But you still had those.”

  I yanked my hand away from his, trying to maintain my composure. The worst thing I could do was let it get to me. “Yeah.”

  He shrugged. “So? They real?”

  “Not that it’s any of your business, but yes.”

  “Okay.” He nodded. “So, is that your real hair color? Blond?”

  “Why are you doing this?”

  “Doing what? I’m just curious, that’s all.”

  “Well, get a damned life, Caleb. Mine really isn’t as interesting as you think.” I started to walk away when he grabbed my arm.

  “Not interesting to you, maybe. Look, I’m not trying to hurt you. I’ve never known anyone like you before. You wait ‘til your boyfriend finds out. I know him. He’ll be looking around, too. Trying to figure you out.”

  “Yeah.” I bit my lip. I knew he was right. Dan and I had this conversation a thousand times. Dan’s curiosity faded quickly as he got to know me. He stopped searching for me online. Stopped asking me questions. Eventually he knew everything there was to know about me and I was just another one of his fucked-up friends.

  “Okay,” I said. “How’d you hear about Mia? An online forum or something?”

  “Uh-huh.” He licked his lips and straightened his posture. “Took a while to find, if that makes you feel any better.”

  I exhaled, with more relief than I was willing to show. “Nobody posted my street address or anything, did they?”

  He put his hand in the small of my back--a little more touchy-feely than usual. “No. It was just some perverts with nothing better to do. Like me, I guess.” He snickered. “They posted pictures and links and stuff and said they thought it was the same girl.”

  “So, Troy didn’t tell you?”

  “No. Found it all by myself. I think your voice gives you away.” He studied my face, his eyes narrowing. “And maybe your nose. Or your mouth. Or, maybe your whole face.” His gaze went down my body all the way to my bare toes, then back up to look in my eyes. “Really, you don’t look much different at all, now that I think about it. Except you have blond hair and you’re not so skinny.”

  “You’ve put way too much thought into this.”

  “Yeah, maybe. But so will Tyler.”

  “Caleb…”

  He rubbed my back. “Look, I don’t see the big deal. He’s only gonna be mad because you waited so long to tell him. And he’s gonna hate the Troy thing.”

  “I’m not ready, okay?” I snapped.

  “Okay.” He took his hand from my back. “Fair enough.”

  I sighed. “I’m sorry. Maybe you’re just trying to help but there’s a whole lot more to it. That was a really painful part of my life.”

  “Well, why’d you start up again? If it was that painful?”

  I figured I might as well tell him a little more. He asked a question I often pondered myself. “I don’t know. I was bored or something. An old friend got in touch with me and she was doing it. We did a little home video together. Put it online. One thing led to another. It was fun.” I paused, listening to Tyl
er’s goofy stoner laugh from the living room. “It’s different now. I’m in control. I only do what I feel like doing.”

  “But you’re still doing it?”

  “Not as much.”

  “What’s ‘not as much?’” He grimaced. “You told me you’re only sleeping with Tyler. That’s still true, right?”

  “Yes.”

  “You’re still doing a webcam show. I know that much. First and third Thursday.” He winked.