Safeword: Mayday by Candace Blevins
Chapter 36
Heather woke in Marcus’s bed, curled against Marcus. Ruby was in her cage in the corner, her wrists attached to the front of her collar. Kyle had slept at home, since he had to wake at four this morning to be at the hospital by five for a day of surgery.
Heather had felt strange about making Ruby sleep in the cage, but Marcus had explained, away from Ruby, that sleeping in his bed was a privilege for Ruby, not a right. He said that so far she’d spent about half her nights in his bed, and the other half in the cage.
It was only 5:40, and the alarm wouldn’t go off until 6:00. Ruby was still asleep, and so was Marcus, but Heather didn’t think she could roll over and go back to sleep. She reached for Marcus’s cock and wrapped her hands around it. He wasn’t hard, but wasn’t exactly soft, and with a few strokes, it started filling, expanding, and he gave a low groan.
“Keep that up and I’ll bury myself in your ass.”
She caught movement out of the corner of her eye and told him, “I think Ruby’s awake.”
“Good, she can watch me fuck your ass before I get her out and administer her morning discipline.”
Morning discipline? They’d had three days under their new contract, and Heather had worked sixteen hour days, so she hadn’t been around to see how things were going. “She gets spanked every morning?”
“Spanked, flogged, caned — whatever the fuck I feel like doing.”
His mention of the cane was all it took, and she suddenly craved the feel of it slicing across bare skin. Heather had grown to love the cane. “I wouldn’t mind a few cane strokes before you fuck my ass, please.”
“As the lady wishes — I’ll get the cane while you lube that adorable ass.”
Heather opened the top drawer in the nightstand, squirted some lube into her hand, and reached around to lube her own ass. By the time Marcus returned, her asshole was slick and she’d cleaned her hand with a baby wipe.
They’d learned a few of the large diameter canes were capable of giving her actual pain, and that she enjoyed it, in a perverse sort of way.
He put the wedge on the bed near the edge, and Heather climbed onto it without being told.
“Stretch up and grab the handles.”
The headboard was stained to look like the door to a castle, or perhaps a fancy dungeon, and had wrought iron hardware that helped with the effect.
Heather reached up and grabbed the handles — doing so meant she wasn’t as likely to reach back as he was striking, and if she did, he’d see the movement in time to keep from hitting her hand.
“Twelve strokes. Three at a time. Four groups, thirty seconds apart. I intend for them to hurt. Ready?”
“Yes.”
Sometimes, he told her exactly what to expect. Other times, she had no clue how many, or how fast. She preferred knowing, and for quickies like this, he usually obliged.
Not always, though, and it was totally his decision. Not hers.
He landed the first three and she gasped at the sharp slices, trying to ride the pain out until it dulled, but the second set of three came before she’d gotten the pain from the first set under control, and she screamed through these three, took a breath when they were over, and forgot how to breathe, just froze in place, mouth open, silent, not breathing.
The next set of three landed, a little slower than the first two sets, but also harder, more intense. She pulled more air into her lungs and her voice dropped several octaves. “Ohhh, fuck.”
And then her body relaxed, her ass muscles unclenched, and she was ready for the last set. She wanted them. Ached for them.
Marcus said, “That’s it,” and then she felt the next three. The pain was intense, but she kept her muscles relaxed and absorbed the fire and heat of every slice into her body. Her breathing barely hitched this time, and there was no sound.
“Do you want more?”
She nodded, and he said, “Okay, eight more, in two sets of four, then I fuck your ass.”
The first set of four landed and she moaned in bliss as the heat and agony soaked into her skin and muscles — into her bones. She absorbed the pain, absorbed the fire.
The next four came like a storm of agony being rained down on her, and then he was behind her and over her, his cock pressing in, stretching her open, invading her all at once and not even a tiny bit gently, but that was okay. It hurt, but it was perfect, and she started coming as soon as his hips slammed into her ass, his cock fully sheathed inside her.
He fucked her like a madman, and it didn’t take him long to come.
He stroked her forearms to let her know she could release the handles. She did, and he moved way to take care of the condom and clean up, then she heard him letting Ruby out, telling her to relieve herself and join them on the bed.
Marcus inspected Heather’s ass, moved her off the wedge, tossed it off to the side, and crawled into bed to hold her while they waited for Ruby. When Ruby joined them, he opened his other arm, so they all snuggled together with Marcus in the middle.
Probably five minutes later, Marcus told Ruby, “I’ll give you a choice this morning: cane, tawse, or one of my leather floggers with knots. I’ll decide which part of your body, but you can decide the implement.”
“Flogger, Master. The black one with the purple handle, if I can choose which of your knotted floggers.”
“You may. Retrieve it from the playroom, and I’ll put you on the cross when you return.”
When she’d gone, he kissed Heather on the cheek. “I’ll flog her and then take a shower with her, probably order her to blow me while we’re in there. You don’t have to wake up for another hour. Want me to reset the alarm?”
“My phone’s alarm is set. I thought I was up for the day — not so sure now.”
He laughed, that masculine laugh guys get when they know they’ve done good sexually, and Heather enjoyed his touch, his warmth, while she could.
When Ruby returned, he told her, “I’ve changed my mind. Bondage chair, love.”
Marcus’s bedroom had a few pieces of furniture that doubled as a bondage device. The bondage chair was leather and looked like a normal, upholstered chair, until you noticed the extra hardware.
He had her sit with her ass on the edge. She’d slept in her wrist and ankle cuffs, so they were handy for him to cuff her hands to the top back of the chair, and then lift her legs and tie them off to chains hanging from the wall. They looked decorative, but Heather knew from experience they weren’t coming loose, no matter how much you pulled at them.
Marcus finally lifted the flogger, and Ruby must’ve realized he intended to flog her pussy, because she started fighting her restraints, but her fear only pushed his resolve.
“Whose pussy is this?”
Ruby stopped fighting, closed her eyes a second, and opened them to meet his gaze. “It’s your pussy, Master.”
“Are you telling me I can’t flog this pussy?”
“No, Master. I would beg for mercy, but I don’t believe it will help this morning.”
He smiled his special sadistic smile. “No, I don’t believe I have any mercy at the moment. I want your pain — proof that you belong to me, that you are mine. Do you want to give me that proof?”
“I do, Master.” And the way she said it, Heather believed her. Ruby was terrified, and yet, she wanted what was about to happen.
“Then ask me to hurt you. Ask me to flog your pussy with this flogger.”
“Please prove to both of us that I belong to you, Master. Please...” Ruby paused, as if fighting with herself, then spoke again, a little more sure of her words this time. “Please flog my pussy. Please hurt me until you’re satisfied, Master.”
Heather watched from the bed as Marcus struck Ruby’s pussy again and again, and noted his pace picked up once Ruby’s screams filled the room, as if her pain fueled him, made him need to hurt her more, and more, and more.
When Marcus finally stopped, tears streamed down Ruby’s face and she gasped for air — and Marcus was hard again. The chair was at the right height for Marcus to fuck the ass of whoever was sitting in it, so when he put a condom on, Heather knew the plans for a blow-job in the shower had also changed.
Heather winced when he plowed into Ruby’s ass with only the lube on the condom, and nothing more.
Ruby’s screams once again filled the room, but within a few minutes, she was begging to be allowed to come. She pleaded with him, told him she couldn’t hold out much longer, begged for permission, said she didn’t want to be punished and to please give her permission for release. Just watching them had Heather horny again, and she played with herself, putting three fingers in her pussy and fucking herself hard.
When Marcus finally gave Ruby the command to come, Heather came, too.