Safe Word: Oasis 5: Mina's Heart

by Michele Zurlo

  “Master, please may I come?”

  “You may.”

  Waves buffeted her, and she surrendered to them. To him.

  A few moments later, he rose from the sofa and held a hand out to her. “Come downstairs with me. You can keep me company while I set up for the party.”

  She took his hand and followed him down the wide, curving stairs. The lower level contained the dungeon. Huge windows along one wall let sunlight stream through. She gaped at the spectacular view. It was so like what she’d seen the last time she’d been to the building site, the day Ever asked her to consider moving in with him. And then he’d punished her. She shivered in remembrance.

  “The windows are reflective. If you’re outside, you can’t see in. At night, I have blackout curtains that we’ll draw over them.” He stood next to her, giving her a moment to take it all in.

  The room was large. Last night when she’d arrived at his house, he’d led her downstairs immediately, but the lights hadn’t been on, and the dungeon was in the other direction. This part at the back of the house consisted of one large living area. To the left and right, matching sectional sofas and accent tables created a stunning symmetry in the room. It struck a chord deep inside her and filled her with a sense of calm satisfaction.

  She realized at that moment that he’d never fallen out of love with her. Perhaps he hadn’t said the words, but he’d built the house the way she’d wanted and arranged the furniture in a way he knew she’d like.

  Looking up at him, she didn’t try to hide her emotions. She wanted to say so many things, but like always, her feelings jumbled up inside until she couldn’t pick out the threads. One word came out. “Ever.”

  Releasing her hand, he enclosed her in his arms. “It’s all right. You don’t have to hide from me.”

  She basked in his scent and the feel of him surrounding her. She wore nothing at all, but she didn’t feel exposed. She felt safe. “I don’t want to hide from you.”

  He cupped the back of her head with his hand and urged her to face him. “In the next day and a half, I’m going to demand everything from you, Mina. You’re going to give me things you never knew you could give, and you’re going to understand, with every fiber of your being, what it means to belong to me.”

  Searching his eyes, she found comfort in his sincerity. The idea of submitting, of allowing another person to take over her body and soul, didn’t terrify her the way it used to. His intentions were good, and he was dedicated to taking care of her. He always had been.

  “I want to belong to you. I want you to show me how to give you the parts of me that I can’t even give to myself.” For so long, she’d kept her emotions buried. She’d never truly opened up to anybody, not even the only man she’d ever loved.

  He inhaled sharply, and the weight of the moment settled on them both. “I need you to be honest. I need you to tell me if this is just a fantasy for you.”

  The threat of tears hovered behind her eyes, and emotion welled in her chest. “When I opened my eyes after the accident and saw you standing above me, I thought I’d died and all my wishes had come true. Later I realized that I’d been shown a light, and I needed to take this chance.”

  The hand behind her neck squeezed, pulling her hair in a little warning. “Mina.”

  “No, Master. This isn’t just a fantasy for me. I’ve been with my company for long enough that they’ll let me work remotely. I want to know if we have a chance together.”

  He pressed his forehead to hers and clenched his fist in her hair. “So do I.”

  She smiled and offered her lips to him.

  He availed himself of that offer, ravishing her mouth with his brand of love. “Tonight isn’t going to be easy, love. I’m going to push you hard.”

  “I know.” She needed to be pushed.

  He nodded in the direction of a configuration of metal and padding. It looked like the outline of a box with a T sticking out of the top from two points. “Hop on that bench. We need to see if I have it sized correctly.”

  He led her closer. The contraption didn’t make sense until he instructed her to place her elbows on one set of pads and her knees on the other. The T-shaped bar supported her abdomen, though she couldn’t really rest her weight against it unless she wanted to feel it pressing into her tender tissues.

  She supposed it could be used for spanking or flogging or any number of activities she’d forbidden. As Ever secured the metal brackets around her wrists, neck, and ankles, she realized he could stick a gag into her mouth and do anything to her he wanted, her limits be damned. But she knew he wouldn’t. She trusted him to push her limits, not break through them.

  When he made another circuit around her body, he wrapped the neoprene straps around her arms below the elbows and her legs below the knees. She was well and truly stuck into place.

  “This is called a punishment bench, but I don’t plan to punish you right now.”

  The neck collar forced her to hold her head up, which put his stomach squarely in front of her. He released the neck cuff, adjusted it down, and locked her in again. Now his cock was in the perfect position.

  He bent over and smacked a kiss on her lips. “You look incredibly sexy right now, Mina. I could do so many things to you, including leave you here, bound tightly for no other reason than because I want to see you like this.”

  The idea caused a little thrill to run through her. If he enjoyed seeing her like this, then she wanted to remain here. “Yes, Master.”

  He straightened up, and she saw the swell of his cock against his jeans. She licked her lips in anticipation.

  “And if I decide to put you here at the party, to allow my guests to witness this beauty, will you resist?”

  She’d never been comfortable with being nude in front of anybody except for Ever. Would she allow Everett’s friends—his brother among them—to see her naked and exposed? Yes, she would. “No, Master. If this is what you want, then it’s what I want.”

  Ever froze, and she figured she’d surprised him with her answer. He disappeared from her view, but she knew exactly where he was as he walked the length of her body. He kept his hand on her, tracing a path over her shoulder and down her back. He plunged one finger, two at the most, into her pussy.

  “If I finger you?” He curved his finger and hit her sweet spot. “Will you come for me?”

  She didn’t know if she could do that with everybody watching, though with Ever’s skill, that might only be a matter of time. “Yes, Master.” Her answer was breathy because his motions felt so good.

  “If I licked you?”

  He didn’t lick her, but he did circle his thumb around her clit.

  “Yes, Master. For you. Anything for you.”

  He withdrew his fingers and circled her anus, smearing her juices where nobody had ever touched her before. She flinched and tried to move away, but the restraints proved effective. “This bench has an arm that will hold a dildo or a vibrator. If I put a dildo on it and slid it into your virgin ass, would you stop me?”

  Anal play was on her list of soft limits. She had no way of knowing whether she’d like it, so she’d put it firmly in the “you’ll have to convince me” column. Right now, it didn’t seem like she’d deny him anything. His finger circled the tight muscle guarding her back entrance, massaging it with light strokes. It felt foreign and strange, dark and forbidden. She wanted to be a little bit wicked.

  “Would it hurt?”

  “Only if I wanted.”

  That didn’t provide the reassurance she sought. “Would you want it to hurt?”

  She felt the tip of his finger press her hole, followed by the curious sensation of him sawing in and out. Slow tingles made their way up her spine.

  “No, honey. I want to make you come, remember? With everybody watching, cheering you on, perhaps even offering to help.”

  He withdrew his finger from her ass, which was good because she was too startled by his newest revelation to keep herself relaxed.


  “Help?” It took her three tries to get the question out. Even then it wasn’t adequate enough to communicate everything she was asking.

  “First answer my question, Mina. Would you let me fuck your ass in front of everybody until you had an orgasm?”

  She trusted him, so the melting of her reluctance came naturally. “Yes, but—”

  His cock filled her pussy, stemming the flow of her thoughts. He gripped her hips and thrust, fast and hard. Her orgasm hovered nearby, and she struggled to breathe through it. She knew he wasn’t that close.

  As soon as he dug his fingers into her flesh, she asked for permission to come. He denied her, and his semen bathed her insides. She barely managed to hold off until he withdrew from her body.

  She shook with the force of unreleased tension. If he so much as breathed on her clit, she would shatter.

  Luckily, he didn’t feel the need to clean her up immediately. He came back around to her front, his jeans fastened and a wet wipe in his hand. He tossed the wipe toward a wire basket and made the shot. Mina swallowed a comment about it being due to luck rather than skill. He hadn’t let her climax, and she very much needed to come.

  He released the bracket around her neck first. By the time he’d completely untied her, the need to climax had receded, and she could trust her legs to hold her up. She stood next to the punishment bench, understanding that he could choose to punish her by withholding orgasm. Since she hadn’t done anything wrong, she figured this was his way of keeping her horny and therefore submissive. Dependent on him.

  “But what?”

  She peered up at him, not understanding the question. It took her several seconds to realize she’d been about to put a condition on her consent to anal sex. “But I would prefer that my first time not be in front of an audience.”

  He gave her a crooked grin, but he nodded his acceptance.

  “Also, what do you mean by saying that people would ask to help? Help how?” Sliding that extra question in there might be against protocol, but she didn’t care.

  Ever shrugged. “However I want. Whatever fits into your limits.”

  She hadn’t specified terms for anybody other than him. Earlier he’d said that others would touch her, that she was to treat those hands as extensions of his, but could she really do that? She didn’t want to let him down. He’d said he would push her limits, but she didn’t know how much she could take. “I didn’t answer questions with anybody but you in mind.”

  “Don’t worry; we’ll talk about that later. You and I will need to set up our betting cards for poker.”

  She wondered about that, but he was already pushing her toward another contraption. This one had a base large enough for her to stand on. He guided her into position and locked her ankles into place. A spreader bar was bolted into the base, making her stand with her legs slightly more than shoulder-width apart.

  The long pole in back had metal brackets to lock her wrists behind her, and it had another that banded around her neck. Ever adjusted the heights until she was comfortably bound. Then he slipped a blindfold over her eyes.

  “You’re going to be here for a while, honey. For the entire time you’re stuck here, you don’t have to ask to come. You might also use this time to think about whether it matters who is holding the magic wand, especially when you can’t see anything.”

  With that, she heard a clink and several popping sounds right in front of her. A motor whirred to life, and a huge, curved vibrator was nestled against her pussy. It stimulated the entire area, sending such powerful vibrations that she felt them inside as well.

  “Ever?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Would you want to watch somebody else get me off?”

  He brushed his lips over hers. “It depends on the circumstances. I told you: sometimes I like a little help from my friends.” Then he deepened the kiss, massaging her mouth as he plunged his tongue inside. When it ended, he stepped away, taking the soft heat of his body with him. “Now, let’s talk about some safety precautions. If you feel like you’re losing consciousness at any time, call for me. I may not always be in the room, but I’ll be within earshot. If you’re being chafed and you need something adjusted, call for me. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  She wanted to ask how long he planned to leave her like that, but she sensed he was gone. It didn’t take long for the climax simmering just below the surface to bloom. Waves of pleasure shook through her body, urged on by the power of the vibrations between her legs.

  It didn’t stop. Ever didn’t pause the machine to let her catch her breath. As a result, she didn’t come down from her orgasm. The next one built immediately, breaking so hard that she cried out and tried to move her pussy away from the device. Her bindings held, and she wasn’t able to do more than press her pussy slightly harder against the vibrator.

  She longed for completion to hover just out of reach, for this contraption to hold her on the edge, but it didn’t. Over and over, it forced her to climax. She lost control of everything as pleasure took over. He’d told her to think about something, but she couldn’t remember what, and then she forgot how.

  Tears streamed from her eyes, and she was sure she drooled more than she would ever admit. Her cunt dripped juices down her thighs, and her throat became raw from crying out.

  She had no idea how many climaxes had taken her or how long he’d left her there when the vibrations stopped. Her pussy pulsed as if that little device were still pressed against her intimate tissues. The blindfold came off. As he released her neck, feet, and hands, she slowly opened her eyes, letting them acclimate to the brightness.

  He helped her take one step forward so that she no longer stood on the platform. He pressed a glass of water to her lips and held it while she drank. “You may thank me.”

  “Thank you, Master.”

  “That was for the water.” He smiled wickedly and set the glass down on a large round table in the center of the room that hadn’t been there when he’d put her on the orgasm machine. Then he opened his jeans. “Now thank me for all those spectacular orgasms.”

  Understanding what he wanted, she dropped to her knees. Her body felt liquid, and it took strength of will to lift her arms. She grasped his shaft with both hands, giving it a gentle squeeze as she looped the thumb and forefinger of each hand around him. Then she moved her hands apart, pulling up with her right hand and pushing down with her left. When she made it to the tip, she gave him a little twist. With her left hand, she continued down until she found the indent marking his perineum.

  He sucked in a ragged breath, and she hadn’t even put her mouth on him. She pumped his shaft a few more times. By the time she closed her lips around his purpled head, he was close. It didn’t take long before she felt the hot spurt of his ejaculate against the back of her throat.

  She sat back, and he handed her a tissue. A fresh tear pricked behind her eye. She spit out his semen and smiled up at him. “You remembered.”

  “Yeah. I remembered.” He touched her forehead. “You have one hour off to clean up and attend to personal matters. At the end of that time, I’ll bring you the outfit I want you to wear, and we’ll discuss what will and won’t happen at the party tonight.”

  Chapter Ten

  Ever stared at Mina and marveled at her calm demeanor. He’d handed her a menu of prizes for poker. She’d sat down with it on the sofa in his bedroom, wearing the lacy electric blue teddy he’d chosen. It was sheer everywhere except for her breasts and crotch. In the back, it was little more than a thong as it arched high on her delectable ass, so if she were to spread her legs, something was going to show.

  Right now her legs were crossed. As she read, she kicked one foot. The speed varied, and he wondered at the correlation between her anxiety level and how furiously or slowly her foot moved. Her expression revealed nothing except that she was concentrating. Sometimes she pointed her toe or rotated her ankle. No matter what, she kept her legs firmly crossed,
and he couldn’t catch a glimpse of her pussy.

  Watching her come so many times had been hell on his self-control, yet he’d managed to set up for the poker game and make a few appetizers. From the kitchen, he couldn’t see her, but he could definitely hear her. Her siren’s call of moans and orgasmic cries had done nothing to lessen the ache in his balls. The blowjob had dulled the edge, but the effects were diminishing now that he was back in her presence.

  “You can ask questions.”

  She pursed her lips and frowned. “I understand that the chips are worth points instead of money and that you can redeem them for prizes, but how do you know where you can spend them? I mean, let’s say I got enough chips to cash them in for oral sex. How do you go about choosing who is going to do the honors?”

  This game had evolved over time. The problem Mina outlined was one of the first they faced. He handed her a stack of chips. “I wrote your initials on these. Before anyone could cash these in to get one of your prizes, they would have to win them from you. If you collected enough chips from say, Jude, you would cash them in with him. But you also get to choose whether you want to give or receive.”

  He let that one sink in for several moments. Their rounds of Texas Hold’em began with light prizes, like a kiss, foot rub, or nail painting. They progressed to a second stage where players could win a light spanking, minor bondage, two minutes of having their face buried in a body part of their choice, nudity, or a full-body massage. The last round could include impact play, strict restraint, oral sex, mutual masturbation, or toy play. Participants offered the prizes they were comfortable giving, and refusals were always honored.

  Mina studied the chips, which he’d already labeled for her, with a troubled expression on her face. “Ever—Master—would you really be comfortable with me offering something like that?”

  He didn’t make the mistake of confusing the events of a party game for a relationship. “These are my closest friends. I trust them more than anybody in the world. If that’s what you want to offer, then I’m okay with it.”