No Safeword: Matte - Happily Ever After (Safewords) by Candace Blevins

as her rational lawyer-brain made an appearance and stopped her from promising she’d do anything to make the pain stop.
    His phone vibrated in his pocket and he stopped flogging her to pull it out and turn it off before it moved from vibration to annoying alarm. Her forty-five minutes were up, but Ethan discovered he wasn’t even close to being finished. Lucky for him, he only said she came off the horse when time was up, he didn’t say the scene was over.
    Instead of lowering the device, he removed the spreader bar so she could pull her legs together and go on tiptoe easier to relieve the pressure. Her calves were probably on fire, but she could last long enough for him to reposition her.
    Master James had left the rope hanging beside her when he disconnected her arms, and Ethan bent to secure it to her left ankle cuff.
    “You’re going to do the splits, Darlin’. Don’t fight me,” he warned.
    Master James had Ethan stop a second, and he put Sam’s hair into a ponytail. When it was out of the way he stepped back and worked the winch as Ethan supported her body, leaning her forward as her left foot was lifted into the air behind her. He motioned for Master James to stop before her leg was completely perpendicular, as he had a feeling her muscles might not stretch as far as normal after riding the horse. Her leg was high enough in the air for his needs, though — her crotch was wide open and not touching anything, and her body was leaned forward.
    Ethan moved the horse a few feet away before stepping in front of her face, unzipping his pants, and pulling his cock out. “This is me being nice, my beautiful wife. Isn’t a blow-job preferable to an ass-reaming right now?”
    She nodded, but Ethan suddenly wanted to hear her voice. “You have permission to answer questions verbally.”
    “Yes, Master.” She spoke so soft when she was this far into her headspace. Such a different woman than the one he sometimes watched tear people apart in the courtroom, or fight in the dojo. He loved both sides of his wife, and knew she’d never be able to take what he put her through if she wasn’t so strong.
    And he needed her to be strong when he reached this point. He needed to cram his cock down her throat, needed to own her, subjugate her, and prove to both of them how much she belonged to him, how far his possession went. She was here to assuage his hunger right now, and while the nurturing part of his psyche sat in the background and made sure he didn’t inflict damage, the sadist was in control at the moment.
    His hands were huge compared to the size of her head. Each palm centered on her temple as his fingers curled around her skull and he pulled her mouth onto his cock.
    She gagged and wretched as he forced his way into her throat and held a few seconds before moving her head up and down as he would a masturbation tool. She wasn’t giving him a blowjob, he was face-fucking her. Sam had no control over depth, speed, or even how much time she had to breathe.
    Ethan heard a yelp and glanced to the side to see Tyler fucking Viv’s ass. He looked towards Master James and saw him still fully dressed and flogging Kirsten’s spread open pussy. Ethan focused back on his own cock and moved Sam’s head faster, up and down his dick until he was close to blowing, but he wasn’t ready to go quite yet so he slowed the tempo a few minutes and pulled out of her mouth.
    Tears streamed from her eyes and a glob of saliva fell to the floor as he stepped back. He patted her cheek and walked behind her to take a look at her pussy.
    The entire area was deep red, and when he pushed the lips away from her clit she yelped and tried to jump away with the single foot on the ground, only to scoot it back into position when she realized she needed it for stability.
    Ethan stuck his finger in his mouth and poked it into her pussy enough to pry it open and get a better look. One of her lips showed signs of deep bruising, and there was a tiny