Free Safeword: Davenport by Candace Blevins Page B

deprivation tank."
    He touched the pieces as he explained. “You'll be face down, there's a Plexiglas sheet your head will go under, and a slot for me to fit the snorkel into once you're in place. There are handles for you to grasp to help you stay put. I'll be behind you, between your legs. We didn't put fisting on the table when we negotiated, but there's still much I can do to you in this position."
    Dana's slow burn returned to full-on ignition and she heard her heartbeat in her ears. The fear was gone, replaced with anticipation and arousal; and she wanted to come so damn bad.
    He put the snorkel into his mouth, submerged, and glided into position, saying both safewords so she could hear them through the snorkel. She was allowed a run-through without the mask, and then was given time to get the fit right, going underwater while holding his hand to ensure a good seal. He didn't rush her, insisting she should feel comfortable with the set-up before they began.
    As she was finally ready to go under to stay, he touched her shoulder and said, “Two very important points: You won't be given permission to orgasm while you're in the pool, and when I'm ready to bring you up I'll touch your arms and pull your body back. Unless there's a problem, don't let go of the grips until you feel my hands around your upper arms."
    She nodded and moved into the now familiar position, feeling terribly vulnerable as she gripped the handles and felt him securing the snorkel.
    The water in her ears blocked all sound, and the black paint on the exterior of the mask encompassed her in total darkness. She could feel the grips in her hands, the Plexiglas on the back of her head, the snorkel in her mouth—but the rest of her body floated without sensory input. She was in a cool, dark cocoon; anchored by her hands, head, and mouth.
    He gripped her legs, spreading them, and she sensed his body between her thighs. Her breathing hitched, the sound echoing loudly in the snorkel. She wasn't sure she could hold back if he fucked her in this position.
    Something touched her asshole, plunging in without warning. Not one finger, letting her get used to it—but two fingers thrust in all the way and rotated as they were pulled out, and immediately followed by a solid object. Remembering the line-up on the side of the pool, she assumed it was the smallest plug, and she relaxed, but it'd been a mind fuck, because before long she was sure he was attempting to press the largest of the four into her. She tried to relax, but the burn started and just when she was about to say ottoman , he stopped pushing, holding it firmly in place.
    She gasped at the size, wanting to accept it, but the stretch and burn were an intense reminder of how fat the biggest plug on the side of the pool had been.
    She breathed deeply through the snorkel and imagined the tension in her anal muscles dissolving, her inner dialogue repeating I accept as a mantra. She felt his left hand on her leg, holding her in place while his right held the plug, kept pressure without pushing. Suddenly, there was blinding pain as her ass muscles were strained beyond their limit and it plunged all the way in, the same muscles clamping around it, squeezing and trapping. She screamed into the snorkel, biting down on the mouthpiece to keep the seal.
    She was stretched wide, the burn intense; but Dana reminded herself she was wearing a large plug because he wanted her filled, and the pain was hers to bear. She squeezed the grips in her hands, concentrated on the sensation of the handles against her palms, reminding herself she was more than her asshole, trying to orient herself—but not doing a great job as she floated in the darkness.
    A warm hand grasped her right leg as another moved up her left until it was caressing her outer lips. He pinched them closed and stretched them away from her body. She'd needed anchoring, and this did it, as she held onto the handles in front of her while he pulled her backwards