Safe Word

by Christie Grey

  Though Zane seemed reluctant to turn his attention away from her breasts, he eventually pulled his hands away, leaving Melody gasping. He poured more body wash into his palm before lathering up her abdomen.

  Then he slid his hand lower, until it came to rest right between Melody’s thighs. She inhaled sharply and didn’t dare move, delighted by the intimate caresses that lingered long after Zane had finished washing her.

  This time he didn’t avoid that special spot that drove her wild. Instead, his fingers sought it out, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles. He was gentle at first, but as Melody’s lust grew, he became more forceful, his fingers moving faster and applying more pressure.

  She knew what he was trying to do, and she was helpless to stop him...not that she wanted to.

  Her breathing ragged, Melody arched her back and cried out hoarsely as the first spasm hit. And once it did, all bets were off. There was no more holding back, no more controlling herself. There was only ecstasy.

  After the way Zane had gotten her all worked up only to leave her frustrated the previous night, her climax was intense. In fact, thanks to Zane continuing to stroke and press even after she’d come, Melody quickly found her body being propelled toward a second orgasm. She struggled, thrashing against his fingers, but he held her firm. And before long, the overstimulation began to feel good again.

  Multiple orgasms were almost unheard of for her. Usually after one, she was done for. But it wasn’t like Zane had left her much choice. No, he had simply kept playing between her thighs with no intention of stopping until he decided it was time.

  He had forced her to accept his touch – even after the pleasure had turned to discomfort due to her heightened sensitivity. And deep down, Melody had liked that. She’d liked having no control, being “forced” to accept whatever Zane decided to do to her. It felt dangerous without actually being dangerous.

  Of course, it hadn’t hurt that Melody’s discomfort had rapidly morphed into yet another wave of white hot pleasure. Never before had a man been able to make her feel that way. Never before had she felt so completely consumed by her arousal.

  When Zane finally decided he was finished with her, Melody sighed with relief and slumped against him, the warm water still streaming down over them. She was completely spent from her very satisfying ordeal. He held her up, supporting her with his strong, muscular arms.

  He shut the water off and lifted her out of the shower with ease, immediately wrapping her in a large fluffy white bath towel. Then he grabbed a second, smaller towel and used it to carefully dry off her freshly washed hair.

  She looked at him with adoration in her eyes, still moony from her multiple climaxes.

  He smiled at her, and for a second the new, dominant Zane was gone and her best friend was there, as steady and unwavering as ever. He was like two different people, but maybe that was okay. In that moment, Melody realized she loved them both. At least she thought it was love. Or maybe it was just hormones.

  “What now?” she asked, smiling back at him.

  He took her hand. “Come with me,” he ordered before leading her out of the bathroom.

  Chapter 10

  “The change in you is really quite remarkable,” Zane told Melody.

  They were in her bedroom – if it was still her bedroom. She wasn’t exactly sure what was going to happen now that she and Zane were doing...whatever it was they were doing. Would she sleep in his bed every night? Were they like, living-living together now instead of merely sharing a roof? The changes were all very confusing.

  “What do you mean?” she asked as she sat in front of her makeup table clad in only a towel.

  Zane had picked up her comb and was now gently detangling her hair with it. “When I first met you at the wedding ages ago, I remember thinking you were a ball breaker,” he told her. “Actually, you were a ball breaker if you count that time you kicked whatshisface in the nuts when we were kids.”

  “And now?” she asked.

  “You’ve taken to submitting like a fish to water,” he told her. “I’m impressed.”

  “You are?”

  “Yep, I am. I’ve never had a BDSM experience like this before. I’ve never been with a novice, so in a way I suppose this is a first for both of us. You’re incredible, Melody.”

  She blushed and looked away. “This is all very strange,” she confessed. “I mean, don’t get me wrong – I’m so glad it’s happened! But I don’t even know how I’m supposed to act with you anymore now that we’ve done...the things we’ve done.”

  Zane set down her comb and regarded her in the mirror thoughtfully as he contemplated the question. “I guess that depends on how far you want to take this,” he told her. “I think we’d better set some ground rules. I want to make sure our expectations are on the same page.”

  “Okay,” she agreed as he spun her around in her chair so she was facing him.

  He sat at the foot of her bed, leaned forward and looked into her eyes.

  Hands clasped loosely in front of him, he appeared to be deep in thought. Then he said, “I’d like a set schedule. You would have to adhere to some of my rules full-time, such as not coming without permission, for example. But I want there to be designated chunks of time where you will be mine to do what I want with.”

  Mmm, she liked the sound of that. “What do you have in mind?” she asked eagerly.

  “How about weekends?” he suggested.

  “Alright,” Melody quickly agreed. Then as an afterthought, she asked, “What does that mean?”

  “From Friday night until Monday morning, you belong to me. During that time, we play as much or as little as I decide – subject to whatever else we have going on, of course. I might choose your clothes or I might just keep you naked all weekend. If it’s called for, I might restrict your privileges, give you daily spankings or make you crawl around on all fours. Or hell, I might keep you handcuffed all weekend if I feel like it.”

  Her eyes widened at the last part. “All weekend?” she asked incredulously.

  “Okay okay, maybe that’s a bit advanced for you,” he conceded. “For now, anyway...I’m getting ahead of myself. Anyway, what do you think of being mine on the weekends?”

  “I want to be yours all the time,” Melody said shyly, her passions reignited by his words. She wasn’t sure whether Zane meant for them to be threats or promises, and she didn’t much care. All she knew was she wanted him more than she had ever wanted anything or anyone in her life.

  He chuckled. “You’re eager, aren’t you? I like that. But be careful what you wish for.”

  “So...it’s the weekend now,” Melody pointed out with a twinkle in her eye.

  “Yes, it is.”

  “I take it I shouldn’t expect to go outside again until Monday?” she asked happily.

  “No, actually I think we’ll go out this afternoon,” he said, walking over to her closet and selecting a short black skirt and a fitted white blouse for her to wear. “Don’t make assumptions. Now get dressed. I’ll be waiting for you in my car.”

  *****

  Melody hadn’t been sure what to think when Zane had told her they were going out. At first she had been disappointed because she had envisioned an entire weekend of staying in together. Most of that time, of course, would be spent in bed exploring one another’s bodies.

  But Zane had other ideas.

  And Melody had to admit she was intrigued – especially when he pulled onto the freeway and began driving toward the city. It felt like they were headed on an adventure, and a sexy, kinky one at that! What wasn’t to love?

  “Where are we going?” she asked him for the umpteenth time.

  “You’ll see.”

  “You won’t even give me a tiny hint?” she pouted.

  “What will you do for me if I do?”

  Melody had to pause to consider that. “Um, anything you want?”

  He shook his head. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep. And besides, I was looking for spe
cific suggestions. Mostly I was just curious as to what kinds of things you would come up with,” he winked.

  “Um, well, what do you want?” she asked, unsure of what Zane had in mind.

  He mulled it over for a second and then turned to look at her. “You’re wearing a bra,” he suddenly announced as though she hadn’t been aware of the fact. “I can see the outline of it through your top.”

  “Yeah,” she said, not quite understanding. “I’ve always hated how thin this blouse is.”

  “That’s funny, because I’ve always loved it and wished you would wear it more often,” he replied. “But I don’t recall telling you to wear a bra. Don’t tell me you’re wearing panties, too?” he asked, feigning mock horror.

  “I am,” she confessed. “I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to.”

  “I’ll let you off the hook this time since you weren’t purposefully disobeying orders,” he told her. “But from now on, you wear what I tell you and only what I tell you, got it?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good girl. Give me your panties.”

  “What, you mean like, right here?”

  “Yes, right here right now,” he nodded.

  “But...we’re driving!” Melody protested, appalled. “Someone could see!”

  “Then you’d better be quick about it,” he advised.

  Zane had made it clear that he wasn’t open to negotiation, and Melody was still in a very submissive frame of mind. It was almost as though she had fallen under his spell and now all she wanted was to please him. So, even though it scared her to do so, she lifted up her hips, slipped her hands up under her skirt and quickly wiggled and shimmied her way out of her panties.

  As soon as they were off, Zane held out his hand expectantly.

  Feeling somewhat embarrassed, Melody reluctantly handed over her white satin panties.

  Her embarrassment increased tenfold when Zane held them to his nose and inhaled her sweet, musky scent deeply. “Mmm, I can’t wait to get you home and bury my face between your legs,” he told her lustfully. He pressed the panties to his nose again like he just couldn’t get enough.

  “Stop that!” she protested in horror as she momentarily forgot her position.

  He simply laughed and easily held her panties out of reach as she made a frantic grab for them.

  “Now your bra,” he told her. “Take it off.”

  “Someone will see for sure,” she pointed out as they met a string of oncoming traffic.

  “That lucky bastard,” he grinned as they neared the bridge that would take them into the city.

  “You really mean for me to do it?”

  “Of course I do,” Zane said. “And I’d hurry up if I were you. Pretty soon we’ll be in the lineup for the tollbooth and you’d better believe people will notice you stripping off your clothes there! At least out here on the open road there’s a chance no one will be paying attention...however remote it may be.”

  Melody scowled. She knew Zane loved every second of her predicament. In some ways he reminded her of that kid she had known all those years ago, mischievous and in love with teasing her. Except now his teasing didn’t involve fake plastic snakes, water balloons and stolen kisses. These days it was far more scandalous.

  Swiveling around in the passenger seat, Melody checked to make sure no one was on their tail. Then she glanced at the road in front of them cautiously, wary of the relentless oncoming traffic. Taking a deep breath, she reached back and undid the clasp of her bra.

  That was the easy part. Getting the damn thing off was going to be the tricky bit!

  Zane watched out of the corner of his eye as Melody struggled to remove her bra without actually having to remove her blouse. He looked completely amused by her dilemma, observing with great interest as she wriggled, squirmed and contorted her body in all sorts of unnatural, bendy positions.

  Then, finally, she got the bra off. She held it up triumphantly for him to see – and then quickly tucked it away as she realized they were pulling up to the toll booth.

  There was quite a lineup, so it was clear there would be a bit of a wait.

  “Hands on your knees and elbows at your sides,” Zane suddenly ordered. “Arch your back and stick your tits out. Stay in that position until I tell you otherwise.”

  As Melody took the specified position, she was acutely aware of how prominently her breasts were displayed. She was sure her face must be the same color as a ripe tomato as she sat there in her sheer white blouse brazenly showing off her assets.

  She hoped none of other drivers were paying attention to her, but she knew it was unlikely. That was exactly what the bored and weary did in lineups: they people watched. And she was giving them an eyeful.

  The knowledge that she wasn’t wearing any panties beneath her short skirt didn’t help matters any. And when Zane turned on the air conditioning, aiming the vents right at her chest, Melody was done for. Before she knew it her nipples were rock hard and poking very noticeably through the thin, barely there material of her white blouse.

  “I would have much rather pinched them until they got hard for me,” Zane murmured huskily. “But that probably would have been too overt. Oh! Look at that, the line is moving,” he remarked as he put the car back into drive.

  As they pulled up to the toll booth, Melody was appalled to find a male worker in uniform standing there next to the machine that typically took the money and automatically allowed vehicles access to the bridge.

  “Don’t you dare move,” Zane told Melody cheerfully before rolling his window down.

  “Good afternoon!” the young male worker called out.

  “How’s it going?” Zane asked, his arm hanging casually out the side of the window. Of course he would have to strike up a conversation and drag things out rather than hurrying along.

  “Oh not too bad I guess,” the guy outside replied. “It would be a lot better if we weren’t dealing with machine malfunctions, but what are you gonna do?” he remarked as Zane handed him the correct change.

  “Yeah, I hear that. Looks like we picked a busy day to head into the city,” Zane said, making sure to call attention to the fact that he wasn’t travelling alone.

  The worker peered past Zane and laid eyes on Melody, who was frozen in position, unmoving, her heart pounding. Her nipples were still sticking right out, and it didn’t take the young man long to notice them. He took a good, long look, his eyes practically bugging out of his head.

  Then, with a big, dopey grin on his face, he handed the money back to Zane. “You get a free pass today, sir!” he said cheerfully. “Have a great day sir...ma’am!” His eyes lingered on Melody when he said that, or more specifically on her chest.

  “Thank you,” Melody barely managed to squeak, mortified beyond belief.

  “Okay, you can relax now,” Zane said pleasantly as they hit the open road once again.

  “Gee, thanks,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

  “What’s the matter, you didn’t enjoy that?” he asked, wide-eyed and feigning surprise.

  “What do you think?”

  “I don’t know,” he said, playing dumb. “But I know how to find out. Spread your legs.”

  She hesitated.

  “Do it now or I’ll pull over, bend you over the car and spank you right there on the side of the road,” he ordered. She was pretty sure he wasn’t serious about that, but then again, he had told her he always meant the things he said. She didn’t want to test him.

  Hastily, Melody spread her legs wide, feeling dirty, nasty and downright sexy as she did so.

  Zane’s fingers immediately found their way to her sex – and discovered her shameful secret.

  He grinned from ear to ear as two of his fingers slid through her slickness before easing their way inside her. “You’re right, you didn’t like it,” he told her as she began to pant, rocking back and forth on his fingers shamelessly. “You loved it.”

  Chapter 11

  By the time Melody and
Zane reached their destination, she was a wild-eyed, lust-filled mess.

  He had kept her on edge for the remainder of the drive, his skilful fingers taking her body right to the brink of ecstasy before backing off. He watched her intently as they drove, monitoring her breathing, her moaning and the flush of her skin. He made it look easy, the way he read her like a book.

  Unfortunately for Melody, that meant Zane knew exactly when to stop touching her. Every time she was about to go over the edge, he pulled his fingers away. Every single time, he left her squirming in frustration. Only when Melody had regained her composure did his fingers resume their teasing.

  It was evil.

  It was magical.

  Slumped back in her seat, Melody was shaking as Zane pulled into a parking lot in the heart of the city. Perspiration shone on her brow and her legs were still shamelessly splayed wide.

  It was funny, that. The more aroused she became, the more her shame and nervousness faded. All she could focus on was the pleasure she was being denied.

  “Please,” she begged as Zane took the keys out of the ignition. “Please let me...”

  “Now now,” he told her kindly. “But maybe later, if you’re good.”

  “I’ll be good!” Melody assured him immediately. “I’ll be so good! I promise!”

  “What did I tell you about promises?” Zane coaxed her gently.

  “Don’t make promises I can’t keep.”

  “That’s right. And you don’t even know what you’re promising to do,” he chuckled.

  “But –”

  “But nothing,” he shushed her. “It’s time to go. We have an errand to run,” he told her as he straightened her clothes for her. Then he got out of the car and walked around to the passenger side, opening Melody’s door and helping her to her feet.

  Her legs felt like jelly, wobbly and unsteady. She leaned heavily against Zane, practically feeling intoxicated from desire. He wrapped an arm around her waist and guided her out of the parking lot to a nondescript, brick building that looked to be a warehouse of some sort.