No Safeword: Matte - the Honeymoon by Candace Blevins Page B

I’m not. I just couldn’t handle it.”
    So, testing him? He had to be sure.
    “Is there a reason I should stop the scene? Something
I’m not aware of?”
    She shook her head. “I’m sorry, Sir. The pain was
just overwhelming and I… I’m sorry.”
    Yes, she seemed genuinely sorry. Not apologetic, but
as if she regretted it. He considered her a moment and finally asked, “You
didn’t have permission to speak, nor were you authorized to give your safeword.
What do you think should happen?”
    Sam closed her eyes briefly, and then met his gaze
with determination. “I think you’re probably going to have to impress upon me
how inappropriate it was for me to try to take control of the scene.” She
looked down, took in the state of her inner thighs, and lifted her gaze to his
again. “I safeworded over pain alone. You weren’t harming me. I should have
more control.”
    Well, she’d pretty clearly put the ball into his
court, and was waiting to see what he’d do. He had several options, and while
he’d have been tempted to let it go with the conversation, and just go back to
what he’d been doing before, her statement pretty much told him she expected a
consequence.
    He straightened and took a step back, studying her
face as he deliberated the best response.
    His mind made up, he leaned back down to kiss her
forehead before stepping into position to flog her once again.
    “I’m glad we’re in agreement.” He flicked his wrist
and landed the flogger dead center of her pussy.
    His cock throbbed almost painfully at her surprised
shriek, but he kept his face stern and waited for her to focus on him again
before asking, “Tell me, do you hate this?”
    She’d asked for permission to pretend to hate it
today, but he wasn’t sure it was the right mindset. She needed a reminder she
wanted this…no, she needed it, just as much as he needed to give it to
her.
    She closed her eyes, and he could almost see her
tension unwinding and relaxing as her reality shifted from fighting the pain to
accepting it. From being pissed at him to loving him.
    “No, Sir. I mean, I hate the pain, but…” She met his
gaze. “We both want me to respect your authority. We both want our power
exchange to be real, and not just a game.” Her voice broke and her eyes
watered. “I love you, Master.”
    She deserved a reward for her honesty, and he rested
his hand on her knee, bent to kiss the back of her calf, inside of her thigh,
and then leaned up to kiss her forehead.
    “I love you too, Samantha.”
    Her eyes told him she wanted to say more, to
acknowledge and recognize her submission again, but she didn’t trust her voice
at the moment. He didn’t force her to talk. He didn’t need to.
    She wanted consequences for trying to control the
scene, but he didn’t think formal punishment was called for. He would just add
extra pain to what he’d already been doing. She didn’t need to know he was
about to add her pussy into the mix, anyway.
    He stood, lifted the flogger, and draped it over his
shoulder without letting go of the handle. “The rest of your flogging will
include your pussy as well as your inner thighs.”
    He struck her pussy a half dozen times and waited for
her screams to fade before saying, “I know where you are by the tone of your
voice. I’m taking you just past what you think you can handle. Do you trust
me?”
    Sam nodded and Ethan ordered, “Then show me,” as the
flogger began again, faster and harder than before, with the pattern including
strikes to her pussy as well as her inner-thighs.
    He watched her skin, closely monitoring how well it
was holding up. He listened to the tone and rhythm of her screams, and struck
with more or less muscle based on where he thought she was with each passing
second.
    When he finally stopped, she was frantic, and almost
out of her mind with the overwhelming sensations. He’d purposely kept the
rhythm too fast for her to get on top of it, handle it. He’d wanted her to