Safeword Interrupted (The Cattail Club Book 1)

by Trace, Dakota

  “Are you ready for this, Bethany?” Mistress Jasmin tapped her flogger against her thigh. “You realize, even with your Master’s boon in allowing you to set the scene, you will probably earn a rather severe punishment for allowing another dominant to touch you without his express permission.”

  She met Jasmin’s eyes. “There is that possibility, Mistress. But if this works like I’m hoping, the reward will be well worth any punishment Sir decides upon.”

  “Good. Then assume the position we discussed. I want my former sub to be entranced by your submission.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” She turned and approached the Sybian machine and the medium sized phallus attached to it. While not near as large as Deacon, the toy would stretch her pussy. She climbed the small platform and threw her leg over the rounded base. As agreed upon, she didn’t mount the attachment – instead nestling the thick length between her folds but not in her. Penetration wouldn’t occur until Deacon arrived.

  Along with the flogging I agreed to as payment for her services.

  Her nipples tightened and she rubbed her palms over her thighs. She barely noticed when Mistress Jasmin approached.

  “I’ll have to say your form is excellent, Bethany.” Jasmin circled her, taking in every angle, before nodding to Master Timothy and LeRoy. “My student has done well with your training.”

  “Thank you, Mistress.” She whispered the honorific, but watched as each man grabbed a side of the specially designed stocks and moved them into position. Once attached to the base of the Sybian, the vertical design of the sturdy oak would keep her torso drawn taunt and limit her range of motion. Her breathing grew raspy as Mistress Jasmin approached.

  “What level are you at, Bethany? Are you ready to play?”

  “Green, Mistress.” She met the older woman’s gaze. “Nothing would please me more than to submit to you.”

  Jasmin gave a nod. “So be it. Lift your head for me.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” Obeying, Bethany couldn’t help but shiver in anticipation, as Jasmin with the help of the other two Doms positioned her neck and hands within the confines of the stocks. Once in place, LeRoy secured them with a quick release latch. He met her gaze. “He’s on his way.” He gave her a wink. “And boy is he pissed! I hope you know what you’re doing.”

  “Yes, Master LeRoy. I’m going to remind him that if he won’t give me what we both need, I’m not above forcing the issue.”

  “Remember that, when he whips your ass for topping from the bottom.” LeRoy backed away.

  “Anything pinching, Bethany?” Jasmin checked the tightness of each restraint.

  “No, Mistress.”

  “Good.” There was a loud sound as a door slammed against something. Then the furious cadence of rushing footsteps echoed down the aisle.

  Bethany’s heart tripped then began to pound. Deacon was here.

  The brush of Jasmin’s soft lips against her cheek surprised her. “A kiss for luck, sweetie.” Then the older woman stood – her bearing regal as she allowed her inner Domme to come out in play. “Shall we begin?”

  “Like hell!” Deacon stormed into the area - then froze at the sight of Jasmin. “What the fuck – Jasmin?”

  Even bound the way she was, Bethany could hear the confusion in his tone. Poor Sir had come in expecting to rip a strip off whatever dominant had dared to even think about a scene with his submissive, but instead found her with his former Mistress and teacher.

  “It’s good to see you again, Deacon.” Jasmin continued to block Deacon from Bethany. “I wish I could say it was under better circumstances.”

  “What the fuck are you talking about?” Bethany watched as he raked a hand through his dark hair. “And why do you have my submissive bound?”

  Jasmin actually whacked him with the business end of her flogger. “That will be enough! If you were doing your duties as her Dom, she wouldn’t have had to call me. It seems like you’ve forgotten the most important lesson when it comes to a D/s relationship.”

  “And what’s that?”

  Bethany couldn’t see Jasmin’s face but she was sure the expression on it wasn’t nice.

  “While as dominants we may control each and every moment of a scene, it is the submissive’s desires that fuel every stroke of the lash, every plea for more – every time she gives over to you.” She stepped back from Deacon, and she caught sight of her Sir. He was rumpled from his mad dash across town. “Take a close look at your submissive. What does she need from you – her Master? What does she deserve?”

  He looked past Jasmin to make eye contact with Bethany. “Everything. She deserves everything – included a dom who won’t risk her personal health and safety to satisfy an itch.”

  “Does it look like she’s hurting?”

  Deacon stalked across the room toward Bethany. She moaned softly when the Sybian clicked on and began to vibrate under her.

  “Do you see how much she enjoys this – being bound and at our mercy?”

  He nodded, stepping closer, his hand coming out to cup the small baby bump – his eyes meeting hers. “You’d dare risk our baby for a flash of momentary pleasure—”

  He didn’t even get a chance to finish his statement, before Jasmin slapped him upside the back of his head.

  “How dare you accuse her of endangering your child, Deacon Willis. That little peanut is snug as a bug in a rug inside his or her mommy’s womb. Women can have sex up until the day before their delivery - if they choose. And nothing we’ve planned for tonight will harm Bethany or the child.” Jasmin glared at him. “You have to decide if you’re going to be the dominant that Bethany offered her submission to, or the scared silly bastard who doesn’t realize he can have it all – that his submissive won’t leave him – as long as she getting the whole man.”

  Deacon crossed his arms over his chest. “Can you promise me that nothing we’ll do to her will cause her or the baby harm? In your professional medical opinion – not the kinky Domme side of you, Jasmin.”

  Her nostrils flared. “I wouldn’t be here if I weren’t a hundred percent sure. I would’ve nixed this idea from the get go.”

  Bethany held her breath, ignoring the brush of the phallus against her clit, as her future as Deacon’s submissive hung in the balance. Every part of her hoped he would realize what she’d known all along – she needed her Dom – not just the man.

  * * * *

  Deacon struggled with what Jasmin was telling him. Could he honestly have his cake and eat it too. Be able to be her Dom as well as her lover? Jasmin seemed to think so – and she was an OB-BYN – she knew the female form inside and out, and how much it could take without injuring the mother or baby.

  He turned to face Bethany. “Is this what you truly want, Bethany? To be dominated until all you can do is scream in pleasure?”

  “Yes, Sir. Please.”

  Stripping off his t-shirt, he nodded. “So be it.” Then he loosened the rein he’d had on his inner Dom. Bethany must’ve recognized the difference in him because true joy lit up her eyes.

  “Sir, if this submissive might request it – she’d like Mistress Jasmin to flog her while she rides the Sybian.”

  He glanced over at Jasmin. “Is it safe?”

  Jasmin gave a short nod. “Use your damned head, boy. The flogger can be soft as a baby’s kiss, or as hard as a horse’s kick – it’s all about pressure and aim.”

  “I’m sure it is.” He swallowed down his unease. “Will you teach me how to give my submissive what she needs – without endangering her or our child?”

  “Of course, I will – as long as you promise to quit trying to be something you’re not. Bethany fell in love with the real Deacon – not the silly overly romantic fool who’s been wooing her for the past three months.”

  His chest tight, he moved closer to Bethany and tipped her head up. “Is that what you honestly want, little one?”

  The need and acceptance in her gaze floored him. He didn’t even need her words to realize what h
er answer would be – but it soothed his fears when she whispered them.

  “With all my heart, Master. I need you to be both my Dom and father of our children. Roses and foot massages are nice, but they don’t fill me with the same peace that submitting to my Sir does.”

  He briefly closed his eyes as relief filled him. Bethany didn’t want the man he’d been trying to be – she wanted the real him – kink and all. Now with Jasmin’s guidance, he could give her what they both needed while still protecting her.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  "Lift."

  Bethany struggled to obey her master, but the tight confines of the stocks gave her little leeway to obey.

  Damn LeRoy and Tim did too good a job securing me. I can’t even move a damned inch. How the hell am I supposed to get the damn attachment…

  “Bend at the waist, sweetheart.” His tone was low, his hands supportive, as he helped her into the position he desired. It wasn’t much, but just enough to press the tip of the attachment to her folds.

  ”Damn, she has a fine ass, Deacon.” Jasmin’s voice was a soft melodious tone compared to her Sir’s. “I can’t wait to turn it red with my flogger.”

  He kept his eyes on Bethany even as he replied to the Domme’s observation. “Me either. It’s been too long since I’ve seen it.”

  She groaned at the lust she saw deep in the blue depths before he cupped her chin. "When she lands the first strike, you will sink down on machine. You will take all of it in one stroke or risk my wrath. Do you understand?"

  She whimpered. "Yes, Sir. I understand."

  "Good." He brushed a kiss over her forehead, then drew back a bit. She closed her eyes while waiting for the whoosh of air before Mistress Jasmin's flogger would find its mark - her naked back and stuck up ass. When it came, Bethany gritted her teeth and tried to ease down on the attachment, but failed as the skin between her shoulder blades lit up and her pussy protested the intrusion. She groaned, the pain morphing into pleasure when Deacon pinched one of her nipples.

  "What were you supposed to do, Bethany?" His tone was harsh.

  "I..." she gasped as the next strike stung her left shoulder blade and the top of her shoulder. "...I was supposed to take the attachment..." A tear of gratitude spilled over one cheek as the long denied endorphins flooded her system. This was what she needed...

  "Oh, no, you don't. Not yet." Deacon pulled hard on her nipples, jerking her back from the edge. "You don't deserve to go to subspace yet. Not when you can't obey a simple command from your master."

  "Please, Sir!" She tried to slide further down, but odd shape of the phallus - wide in the middle - resisted a deeper taking. "Oh, God, help me...it won't fit..." She jerked as Jasmin landed another blow that wrapped around the right side of her ribcage. Not hard enough to break the skin, but strong enough to send another burst of tingling pleasure through her - especially when one strand of the flogger kissed the underside of her breast.

  "It'll fit." His tone was harsh even as he reached for the bottle of lube sitting within reach. His actions belied his stern demeanor, as he squirted some of the liquid on the inside of her thighs and along the length of the attachment. She babbled her thanks as she sank down a few more inches.

  "I wouldn't be thanking me too soon." The dark warning in his tone had her eyes flying open. She squealed seconds before he attached first one, then the other of the pair of nipple clamps she hadn't been aware he'd had. She panted as the pain teased her sensitive nipples but turned to pleasure when he secured a thin silver chain between the two clamps and tugged.

  "Sir!" She tried to arch her back to ease the pressure, but it was hopeless with the way she was pinned. The stocks secured her upper torso and arms, while the phallus - which was about half into her kept her hips immobile.

  "So fucking pretty." Deacon dropped to his knees in front of her. "But you're still not taking every inch of it." The disapproval in his tone had her tensing in anticipation. Every time he spoke in that manner, she was assured to have spectacular orgasms.

  "I'm trying, Sir." She panted, wiggling her hips. Another inch slipped in, aided by the extra lube.

  "Not hard enough." Deacon glanced up at Mistress Jasmin. "Give her five strokes on her ass for arguing with her master, Mistress."

  "No...please..." She struggled against her bonds. "I'll try harder-" She squealed as the flogger landed hard on her left cheek.

  "Count off." Jasmin's soft voice was hard with command.

  "One, Mistress." She kept her gaze on Deacon as the next blow landed even harder on the opposite cheek. "Two, Mistress." She was nearly sobbing with her need and pain by the time the woman delivered the last stroke.

  "Now, try again." Deacon tugged lightly on the chain between her breasts. "I want to see that pussy stuffed full. I'm sure that Mistress Jasmin selected this toy knowing that you're pregnant and that it won’t injure our child."

  "Yes, Sir. Mistress went over the safe choices for me while we were planning..." She moaned sharply as the flogger found the back of her thigh.

  "Enough of this babble, girl. Your master wants to see you stuffed full. Now do it, or it will go harder on you."

  "Yes, Mistress." She pushed back, but the wide part still resisted. "I...fuck...its too thick."

  Deacon glared at her. "The fuck it is. I'm thicker than that little toy and you take every inch of me."

  “You make me…” she cried out, her sheath convulsing around the plastic.

  He jerked back on her ponytail. "That’s right and I will again. Now take it or answer to me."

  She swallowed hard, and bore down. - only gaining a few more centimeters.

  "Damnit. Quit playing with it!" Deacon grabbed her hips. "I said take it." Then he pushed down firmly while triggering the mechanism inside the Sybian. She squealed as the attachment began to move, shoving more and more of its thick length inside her. Pleasure threated to consume her.

  "Don't you dare come, Bethany." He tightened his grip on her hip, keeping her motionless and forcing her to take the steady repeating strokes. "You don't deserve to come yet."

  "Sir, please!" Her whole lower half was on fire - not from pain but the building pleasure. She ached to come - to drench the machine in her cream. The fact her Sir told she couldn’t only added to the sweet torture.

  "Not yet." He freed one hand and pressed a button on the remote next to his leg. "I wanted you soaked all the way to your knees before we're done. I want to feel their wet embrace when I fuck you right here - in front of everyone."

  "Oh, shit. Now...not later. I'll never survive it." Bethany moaned at the sheer eroticism of his words.

  "Backtalk? Demands? Such a shame." Jasmin walked around to the front of her, the flogger dangling from one fist. "I expected more from you, Bethany. My Deacon needs a sub who will obey him in everything. Perhaps I should find him one who will appreciate his demands and obey without question. One that won't go behind his back to get her way."

  Fear pooled in the pit of her stomach at Jasmin's words. The woman was joking wasn't she? She wasn't going to really do it, was she?

  "Please, Mistress. I'll do better. I promise." She whimpered as the machine went still inside of her.

  "Hmmm." Jasmin lightly tapped the outside of her leg with her flogger, then turned to Deacon who was watching the byplay between the women with a blank expression. "You love this woman, yes?"

  Deacon nodded. "Like hell on fire."

  She sighed. "Even though she probably won't ever completely conform to what I’d expect a true submissive to be?"

  "Yeah.” He kneaded her hip. “I love her the way she is, because when she does submit, her strength only makes it better for me." Deacon tugged on the nipple chain with his free hand. "Besides it gives me a reason to punish her."

  "True." Jasmin lifted Bethany's chin with the handle end of the flogger. "One more chance, little Bethany. You will submit and do everything I say while I teach your master how to give you what you need. Agreed?"

  She l
icked her lips, giving over. "Yes Mistress.”

  * * * *

  Deacon was barely keeping his cool as Jasmin handed over the flogger. His palms grew damp and he prayed he was doing the right thing - that he didn't inadvertently hurt Bethany or their baby.

  "Relax. This is no different than flogging her before she was pregnant. You avoid the same areas as you would before. The base of the spine, the kidney area."

  He swallowed hard. "Okay." He gave a few warm up swings, then drew a deep breath.

  Jasmin nodded her approval. "Start off nice and steady, then when she's ready we'll work up to the harder stuff."

  "Here goes nothing." He flicked his wrist, letting the strands of the flogger dance over her already pink ass. Bethany gasped, then wiggled against the still moving Sybian. He paused and nodded toward the remote - indicating he wanted Jasmin to take control of the machine. "Keep her on edge but don't let her go over."

  The domme smiled with pleasure. "Of course, dear boy. Your naughty little sub doesn't deserve to get off easy. It would serve her right if you made her wait for it...then forced several long orgasms out of her."

  Deacon's nostrils flared. "Hell yeah." He swung his arm again, this time landing the strands across Bethany's shoulders. She moaned swaying as she rubbed her clit on the nubbed base surrounding the phallus. He was sure the bumps felt good against her clit. Next time he'd have to make sure they used a smooth one - so his sub didn't have anything to rub against. As he landed another blow, he wondered if Jasmin noticed what Bethany was doing.

  "Hmmm....such a naughty sub...trying to steal your orgasm? We'll see about that." Jasmin stood and wandered over to the shelving holding various supplies and tidbits. When she came back with a shiny piece of metal in her hand, he grinned, especially when she held it up for his inspection.

  "Care to do the honors, Deacon?"

  He shook his head. "No, go ahead." He leaned over Bethany. "Don't you dare come."

  She gave a muffled oath when Jasmin spread her folds and clipped the clit shield over Bethany's nub.

  "Aw hell - take it off." She squirmed "I can't...please, Sir. I need... I can't come like this..." She continued to babble as Jasmin turned the machine on again.