Free No Safeword: Matte - the Honeymoon by Candace Blevins Page A

the unknown, or in
some cases, the known.” She rolled her eyes. “Sometimes I’m sure you tell me
what you’re about to do just so you can see the fear in my eyes.”
    He stroked her cheek and shook his head. “No, not the
fear. The anticipation.”
    Sam let his words soak in, and she snuggled back into
his chest. “I know the day isn’t over, and it will probably get worse. It’s
true I’m anticipating what comes next, but I’m also a little afraid.”
    They sat in silence a while, just resting and
relaxing, and Sam finally said. “I wouldn’t change a thing, though. I’ve loved
our time here, but I was beginning to chafe a little, wanting you to take us to
the next step. Now that you are, it seems silly to bitch about it.”
    She looked up, met his gaze again. “I may not like
everything you’ve done, or will do, but I don’t want to change a minute of it.
I’m here for you. I belong to you, and today has…” She paused as she gathered
her thoughts. “Today has proven it a little more.”
    He stood, kissed her forehead, and said, “Well, I
think you’ve had enough down time.” He nodded towards the outdoor refrigerator.
“Go get something to drink, and then bring the coconut oil and lean over my
lap.”
    Sam would never get used to the act of leaning over Ethan’s
thighs, and she only forced her body into the right position by reminding
herself he’d earned her submission, and she wanted to give it to him.
    He held her down with one large, meaty hand on the
small of her back, and used the other to get her asshole slick.
    “Tell me. Why am I only using one finger in your
asshole, Darlin’?”
    “Because you want me slick, but not stretched.”
    “And why is that?”
    “Because you want to stretch me open with your cock,
not your fingers.”
    He pulled his finger from her asshole, popped her on
the right cheek, and then the left. “Close enough. Stand up and lean over the
stainless table.”
    Sam did, and fought back a complaint when he told her
to hold her ass cheeks apart.
    He stuck his finger in her again, his face very
close. “It’s amazing this small hole can stretch enough to take my cock. You
feel so tight around my finger, and yet I’m about to cram something so much
larger in. The human body’s ability to adapt never ceases to surprise me.”
    She heard and felt him maneuvering behind her,
spreading his legs so he’d be a good height for fucking her.
    Sam grunted as the head pressed into her, and took a
breath as he paused, thankful for the time to get used to him.
    “Keep your hands where they are until I start pulling
back out. I’d like to see them on the table above your head once you remove
them.”
    The right side of Sam’s face rested on the table, and
she wasn’t sure she could pull off a nod. “Okay, Sir.”
    He leaned forward, settled his hands on the table on
either side of her, and pressed in, hard and fast and without apology. Sam bent
her right leg at the knee and squealed , but managed to keep her body
still and her hands spreading her butt cheeks.
    As soon as his body bumped hers and he reversed
direction, she placed both palms on the table just above her head and braced
herself. He grunted approval and slammed back into her.
    No one said anything as he took her ass, but just as
Sam opened her mouth to ask permission for an orgasm, he said, “You’ll come
when I do, and not a minute before.”
    Sam screamed in frustration as Ethan pulled her body
backwards a few inches, so her clit no longer pressed into the table.
    “My body. You experience what I say.”
    “Yes, Master!” she shrieked as he plunged back into
her.
    He didn’t take long, and within minutes his rhythm
went crazy, and Sam worked herself closer to an orgasm in anticipation. When he
finally plunged into her and held, she was ready, and she writhed under him on
the table as he pressed into her ass and jettisoned deep in her colon.
    She so wanted to reach down to play with her
clit, but