Jacob got more leverage and constricted it in, inch by inch, as he talked. “How much did Zach tell you about what they've planned for, you know, after the ceremony?"
"Not much, but you know Brent asked us not to discuss it. What's up, Jacob? You don't usually disobey his orders."
Jacob fastened the laces at the bottom and sat on the bed, sighing as he said, “I know, it's just I've been in the jailbird a month, and have assumed he'll let me out today, but he hasn't told me he will."
She turned and stroked his face. “It's harder when you're not being punished, isn't it?"
"Yes. When I know I deserve it, I can deal with it. But when it's just for his amusement it rankles sometimes."
"Would you want the power to safeword out of it?"
"That's the fucked up part, isn't it? I could've negotiated for it when we redid the contract. We changed a bunch of things around while we were at it, and I opted not to ask for changes to his ability to put me in chastity. I want him to have the control, but I hate that he has it."
"No, it's not fucked up. I get it. But speaking of your jailbird, I'm supposed to put your ball spreader on at least two hours before the ceremony. Stand and spread your legs."
Dana couldn't believe the butterflies in her stomach as she and Jacob stood outside the chapel door. They'd be walking each other down the aisle, and would give each other away. This ceremony was for the four of them, and no one else's business.
Zach was so handsome in his tux, and she was so used to seeing Brent in jeans she had to do a double-take at the way he filled his. The three tuxedos matched in color—black and white in all the same places, but the cuts were different, so each could be their own individual groom. Dana's dress was white, but form fitting, and with a removable train so she'd be able to wear it at the reception once they returned home.
The train almost acted as a hobble, and combined with the corset, made her feel very submissive as she walked down the aisle to Zach.
Her vows included the honoring, obeying, and serving parts, as did Jacob's.
She thought they'd never get to the kiss, but when they did, it was only a promise of what was yet to come.
Both couples signed their new contracts in the limo, the submissives required to read them aloud first, which was harder than Dana had anticipated. They had an hour's drive between destinations, and she thought she'd go crazy with arousal as Zach refused to do more than caress and kiss her until the limo finally dropped them off at one of the premier BDSM clubs in the area.
The group had rented the space for the afternoon, but she only knew the Doms planned to make their wedding day memorable. Dana would have an opportunity to take the ring out of Jacob's piercing and insert the curved wand she'd had made, but she didn't know what else to expect.
Zach led her into the playspace and carefully removed her dress, leaving her in white heels and a white underbust corset, with garters holding up white thigh high stockings. He posed her like a mannequin, telling her not to move while he took care removing his tux and hanging everything.
She wasn't sure where Brent and Jacob were, and stopped caring when Zach took her into his arms and kissed her, his lips sliding over hers, and his tongue casually dominating her mouth. He carried her to one of the padded bondage tables, laying her face up and climbing between her legs. He casually licked and sucked from nipples, to ears, to neck, back to nipples—his lack of urgency making her crazy.
His mouth gradually became more demanding, his hands possessive, and he played her body as a conductor does the orchestra—skillfully eliciting moans and pleadings, slowly building to a crescendo before he braced himself and plunged into her, their gazes holding as he entered her for the first time in almost four months.
Her senses exploded, fireworks shooting through her, and he drove himself into her again, fighting the orgasm coursing through her body as he shoved her knees back and thrust deeper. She cried out in pleasure as he pounded her, and she did her best to move her hips with him, to give back as good as she was getting. He hadn't restrained her and she took full advantage of it, wanting to make him lose control, hungering to see him mindless with lust, and she used her hands and mouth and hips to drive him on.
She watched the storm inside of him gather until his restraint disintegrated and he ravished her, took her, used her until he gave himself to her and collapsed, his body shuddering over hers for several long minutes before he rolled to the side, gasping for air.
He regained his breath first, and turned sideways, writing invisible words on her stomach and making her guess them—love, property, pet, fucktoy.
"I should've told you earlier, but you have permission to come as often as you like today. I think we've both recovered, and there's something I'd like to do while we wait for Brent and Jacob to join us. I need to put you into one of these swings though. Let me help you up."
He strapped her into the swing—arms, legs, and body secured to it with legs spread and feet pointing in the air, everything on display.
He pulled a chair up, took a seat, and began unscrewing her clit piercing. She held as still as she could as he removed it, and watched as he withdrew a case from the bag at his feet. He opened the box and displayed the contents, and she gasped at the delicate beauty. He'd designed a horseshoe shape with a blue gemstone on either side—dark blue and light blue, matching the color of their eyes.
"They're both sapphire, and I looked through hundreds of stones before I found the right ones. I'm afraid the jeweler doesn't think I'm as easy to work with as the designer who worked on my home once did."
"Oh, Zach, their perfect. Thank you."
He began the delicate job of threading it through her piercing holes, holding a mirror so she could see once it was in place. Her eyes teared up, but she was saved from actually crying when Brent and Jacob walked into the room. Jacob looked well fucked and Brent still sported a hard-on.
Dana soon learned the object of the day was to make her and Jacob come until they couldn't bear another orgasm. Brent hadn't come yet, and Jacob had so far climaxed twice. She watched as Brent got him hard again, feeling a little sorry for his already oversensitive cock.
They put him behind her, and Zach informed her he wanted Jacob in her ass while he fucked her pussy. The ring of the PA pushed into her ass and she gasped at the sensation. It was the first time Jacob had been in her without a condom, and she wished they were face to face so she could look into his eyes.
Zach let him get a good start before plunging into her, his front crushing her clit as he sank in, and Dana crumpled into an orgasm, her muscles trying to draw up to nothing, but the swing held her legs and arms stretched wide. She screamed through it, the sensations more than she could handle while the men were still, and when they began moving, she thought she'd fly apart. Her breath came faster and she fought the harness until her back arched, giving the men a better angle to invade her. The world exploded in a blaze of color as she felt Jacob coming in her ass, heard him whimpering when Brent continued to pound him after he'd come.
Zach was in front of her, his control a tangible thing as he drove into her. “Again, Dana. Come for me, Come with me. With me. Together. Now!"
Unbelievably, she erupted once more, spasming around him until it hurt, her arms straining to pull down to him, to hold him. Jacob held her from behind, kept her body together, anchored her to this world as she melted, trembling uncontrollably long after the climax finished.
When Zach finally stepped back, Brent stopped and ordered Jacob to his knees. She heard Jacob gagging as Zach released her from the swing.
Brent walked Jacob to the bathroom to clean him, and Dana asked if she could go wash up, also.
"No, you're fine. Go climb on the bondage table; Brent will bring Jacob to you when they've cleaned up. Wait, let me get you something to drink. I didn't like that trembling before. Do you feel okay? You had a good breakfast, right?"
"Yeah, I did, but I could probably use one of your nasty sports drinks.
Thanks for taking care of me, Sir."
She was sitting on the edge of the bondage table, legs swinging below her as she finished her drink, when Brent sat Jacob beside her. Zach handed her the jewelry box with Jacob's new PA wand and she slid off the table and moved between his legs, looking into his eyes until the familiar feeling of their souls merging caught her breath. “I love you, Jacob. The four of us are connected, and the Celtic eternity knot on our rings ties us all together, but we each also have our own personal relationships. You're mine and,” she dropped her gaze to his cock, fingering the ring, forgetting what she'd rehearsed in her head as her emotions took over.
Not trusting her voice, she opened the box, holding it so he could see, and he pulled it out, turning it every which way to examine it. “Oh, Dana, my Lady, it's beautiful. I'm touched. Thank you."
His eyes watered and she leaned in to kiss him before reaching for his cock, gently unscrewing the ball and rotating the ring out. She'd been worried about getting the wand in, but she lined it up as the piercer had instructed and it slid right in. They hugged a few minutes, kissed, and as soon as they pulled apart the two Doms started moving them around again.
Dana found herself kneeling over Jacob in the sixty-nine position, with instructions to get him off with her mouth, and for Jacob to get Dana off as many times as possible. It took Dana forty-five minutes to bring him to release, and she was so tired of climaxing that by the time he finally came, she was looking back fondly on the days of orgasm restriction.
But Zach climbed up on the table and put her on her hands and knees, immediately entering her pussy from behind. Brent did the same with Jacob, fucking his ass from behind with no prep and no warning. Dana reached for Jacob's hands, holding them, wanting to cry with the need to come again, but didn't think she'd be able.
They kept at them, making them come over and over until Jacob had an orgasm with no ejaculate. It seemed quite painful, but apparently it was what the two were waiting on, before they began the next part of the evening.
Dana and Jacob were each strung up between two poles, face to face, but about three feet away from each other.
Brent walked behind Jacob and put his arms around him, reaching down to fondle his soft cock and making Jacob gasp and hopelessly try to pull away. “We originally planned to tie you together, but you'll both be screaming before we're done, and we didn't think you should be caterwauling into each other's ears."
Jacob looked even more tired than Dana felt, but she wanted this. She yearned to be hurt, owned.
Zach moved in front of her so she was looking at him instead of Jacob. “Our agreement says your safeword is for informational purposes only from now on. I can ignore them if I wish.” He caressed her cheek, his eyes soft, face serious. “I don't intend to stop today, pet. Use them if you need me to know it's too much, and I may choose to back off, but I won't stop. I'll assume the safeword is about the level of pain, so if you get a muscle cramp, or can't breathe, you'll have to tell me what's wrong, not just safeword."
"Yes, Sir. I know. We've talked about this, lots."
He reached up and squeezed her nipple twisting it slowly as he said, “And we'll keep talking about it until I'm sure you'll remember it when you're on your way to subspace. I love you."
He leaned down and kissed her before walking behind her.
He and Brent had worked on their timing, because she knew when she'd be hit, based on watching the bullwhip approach Jacob's back and ass. They screamed together, begged for more together, and, finally, were taken down together.
Zach stretched her out on a different bondage table, laying her out and kissing her into a hazy dream world of love and caring, passion and heat, with everything swirling in a dizzying eddy of colors and light. The kiss grew into touches, and when he entered her again, making love to her through countless more orgasms, she fingered her new wedding ring, lingering over the texture of the eternity knot, and marveled that she could get so lucky three times in one lifetime—to have a man so devoted to her, who loved her, would do almost anything for her. Garnet was her past, but Zach and Jacob were her future—both fulfilling a need, and both as important to her as breathing.
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ABOUT CANDACE BLEVIN
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Candace Blevins is a southern girl who loves to travel the world.
She lives with her husband of 14 years and their two daughters. When not working or driving kids all over the place she can be found reading, writing, meditating, or swimming.
Candace writes romance books about characters who happen to have some extreme kinks. Relationships can be difficult enough without throwing power exchange into the mix, and her books show people who care enough about each other to fight to make the relationship work.
You can visit her on the web at candaceblevins.com and kinkyeverafter.com .
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Candace Blevins: Serious Romance. Serious BDSM.
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If you enjoyed Safewords: Davenport and Chiffon, you might also enjoy:
Safeword: Rainbow
.Safeword: Storm Clouds
.Safeword: Matte
.Safeword: Davenport
.Safeword: Quinacridone (to be released later in 2012)
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Safeword: Matte
By Candace Blevins
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He released her ankles from her wrists, but left her bound wrist to wrist and ankle to ankle. A rope had been thrown over the beam running across the porch, and he used it to tie her arms over her head, threading it through her cuffs and expertly knotting it. Stepping back, he dried himself while looking at her appraisingly, but didn't say anything. He'd taken the condom off at some point and his cock was semi-hard. Sam watched as he walked to a side table and picked up a large flogger, and then lost her view of him as he stepped behind her.
The rope above her didn't let her stand flat footed, she was up on her toes and she knew her calves would be hurting before this was over. The rope had a knot she could grab onto with her hands to take some of her weight, and she knew he'd done that on purpose. She wanted this, wanted to hurt, wanted him to hurt her, wanted him to own her in this way, too. He'd said he was going to flog her until his arms were tired, that could be a very long time. It was raining harder now, a true downpour, what her grandfather would have called a toad strangler. The wind was blowing and every once in a while she felt a mist from the rain blowing in. Not enough to wet her, just a warm light mist on her front.
She heard the flogger swishing through the air and then felt it as she heard the crash of the strands on her back. He set up a rhythm right away. Swish, crash. Swish, crash. Sometimes it hit flat and the thud of it knocked her forward. Sometimes the tips landed and set her skin on fire in more than a dozen spots. She knew he was doing it on purpose, because he kept it balanced—right flat, left flat. Then a while later—right tips, left tips. Swish, crash. Swish, crash. He spent time on her upper back and on her ass, avoiding her kidneys in between. She felt it when the endorphins kicked in, felt her muscles relaxing. She rode the feelings, going from dealing with the pain, to accepting the pain, to finally craving the pain, wanting the next stroke. Needing the next stroke.
"Harder. I need more. It's not enough, Sir. Please.” Her voice didn't sound the way she was used to hearing it.
He stopped and walked away, then walked back. The next stroke was what she'd asked for, and it was with a different flogger. She felt the knots in this one; felt them hitting her skin, dragging across it, raising welts in their path. It was perfect, exactly what she needed. She moaned in ecstasy, and then she realized he hadn't hit her hard the first time—he'd been testing to see how she was going to handle this flogger. Now he was putting muscle into it.
A thunderclap sounded in the distance and it was perfect, Mother Nature lashing them with rain and
thunder, and Ethan lashing her in the midst of it. She grabbed onto the knot above her, raising herself up, feeling the burn in her arms as she relieved a little of the burn in her calves, and the flogging went on and on in a perfect rhythm. Swish, crash. Swish, crash. Her back and ass were on fire, her body was like a lit fuse, she needed to come but had no way to do it. Yes, she did. She squeezed her legs together, trying to get enough sensation on her clit to get herself off, and still the flogging continued, the knots striking and dragging.
The thunder and lightning were getting closer, the rain was more ferocious, the warm wind misting her almost constantly now. Swish, crash. Swish, crash. She heard him yell when the thunder roared, but didn't know what he'd yelled. In between the thunder and the wind she could hear herself giving moans and groans, gasping the humid air in, screaming it out. The pain was exquisite; the burn had turned her back and ass into a large throbbing sex organ, the caress of the flogger making her more and more raw.
She relaxed her hands, let more of her weight go to her calves once again, and then he was behind her, releasing her ankles from each other and lifting her up, sitting her down on his cock and pushing her down onto it. She hadn't expected it, but it was perfect, this primal claiming. She reached for the knot above her hands again, not because she needed to relieve the weight distribution anymore, she just needed something to hold into.
He fucked her like a madman. She came twice, her orgasm rolling through and over and around her as he played her body, his cock going in and out, his hands and gravity controlling where her body was.
Just as another peal of thunder reverberated against the mountain, shaking the house, the floor of the porch, the rope... he came with a roar she felt more than heard, his chest to her back, and she came with him, her orgasm rolling through her body as the thunder had rolled through the sky.
As Sam was coming back to herself, once her orgasm had finally subsided, she felt Ethan reach up and release her cuffs from the rope above her head. He slowly sank to the floor with her in his arms and gently maneuvered her onto her back, leaning over her and kissing her like a man possessed.
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