Safeword: Mayday by Candace Blevins
Chapter 38
Heather walked into Marcus’s house and wished she was going home to Kyle’s house. This was the eleventh night in a row she and Kyle were staying with Marcus and Ruby, but she was tired, and she wanted to sit in the bathtub with a book and zone out for a few hours. She’d flown some businessmen to DC and back today, and had taken off in a thunderstorm this morning, then landed in an even worse storm in DC, then almost couldn’t get clearance to fly home this evening because of the high winds. And, of course, she’d landed in a terrible storm in Chattanooga again tonight, and the tower had fucked around with her, making her circle the airport after she’d dropped back down into the storm, instead of telling her while she was still above it. The only good thing about the evening was that Marcus had stopped by her favorite local Italian restaurant and brought food home for everyone.
“We should eat while the food’s hot,” Marcus told them.
Heather wanted to wait for Kyle, but she knew Marcus was right. Kyle would probably be at least another hour, and probably longer.
When he finally arrived, Heather was working out, focusing on her legs, and Marcus had taken Ruby to the playroom.
She sat with Kyle while he ate, hearing about his day, telling him about hers. It was nice, just the two of them.
When Kyle finished, she told him, “I’m going to appropriate one of the guest bathrooms with a garden tub for a few hours. I need to veg out with a good book.”
Kyle nodded, “I’m surprised I haven’t heard from any of the nursing staff yet but it’s only a matter of time before a medication needs altering and the phone rings, but I think I’ll play a video game and get my own version of vegging out.”
* * * *
Heather was about halfway through her book when the bathroom door opened and Kyle entered wearing a pair of loose boxers. He stepped in and dropped to his knees on the bathmat beside the tub. “I’m about to turn in, are you ready for bed yet? You’re going to be all pruney.”
She set her e-reader to the side. “Yeah, I could go to sleep. Thanks for letting me stay in here so long. I feel as if I should apologize for needing alone time.”
He put her e-reader on the vanity and stood with a towel opened in invitation. She used her toe to push the mechanism to let the water out, stood, and stepped out of the tub, directly into the towel and into Kyle’s arms. He held her a few moments and then kissed the top of her head. “I love you, and you never need to apologize for needing your quiet time.”
“I love you, too, and I’m beyond grateful you don’t take my need for alone time personally.”
Heather had brought a sleep shirt into the bathroom with her, so she stepped out of Kyle’s arms, grabbed the shirt, pulled it over her head, retrieved her e-reader, and headed for Marcus’s bedroom. Kyle followed her with the towel and stepped into Marcus’s bathroom with it, which meant he was putting it in the hamper. Heather felt bad she hadn’t thought of it, but she’d just annoy Kyle if she told him she was sorry, so she didn’t.
“Are Marcus and Ruby still in the playroom?”
He shrugged. “I assume so. Want me to check?”
Heather sat on the edge of the bed. “No, and I’m not up to playing tonight. If you are then I can help you out, but honestly, I’d just like to be held.”
“I’d love to hold you and cuddle with you.”
They’d been in bed perhaps ten minutes, Kyle spooned behind Heather, when Marcus walked in with Ruby following him, crawling on hands and knees. He walked straight to the cage, opened the door, and motioned her inside.
Ruby looked up, anguish written on her face. “Please don’t put me in the cage tonight, Master.”
“Is there some physical reason you shouldn’t be caged? Something I’m not aware of?”
She looked down, focused on his feet, and shook her head, “No, Master, but please don’t make me sleep in the cage.”
Marcus squatted down so his weight was on his toes and his ass was on his heels. “Do you own me, or do I own you?”
“You own me, Sir.”
“You signed a contract saying you understood that sleeping in my bed was a privilege, and that you understood you’d be in a cage at night if I chose. Do you want out of that contract?”
“No Sir. I don’t want out of my contract.”
“I allowed you an orgasm when I fucked your ass, and now it’s time for bed. I’d planned to leave your hands free tonight, but since you’ve tried to dictate sleeping arrangements, they’ll be restrained. Wait there, on your knees. I’ll be back in a moment with a straitjacket.”
The bottom of the cage contained a twin sized mattress. The back and one side were part of the wall, leaving the front and the other side with bars. Doors could be closed over the bars, so guests wouldn’t see the cage, but when someone was inside, the solid wooden doors were open, so the inhabitant had two barred sides to see out of.
The cage wasn’t tall enough to sit up in, and was barely tall enough for a petite female to crawl in on hands and knees and then lay down. There was a small, barred door in the front big enough to crawl through, but it was also possible to open the entire front, so you could change out the mattress, and so the sheets on the mattress could be changed.
Marcus came back with the straitjacket and quickly secured her into it. He opened the entire front of the cage and motioned for her to go in. Ruby sat and stared at him, and Marcus said, “I won’t force you. You’ll either go in there willingly, or I’ll remove the restraints and you can sleep in a guest bedroom tonight, and make other living arrangements tomorrow. Those are your choices.”
Wow. He’d punished her when she’d balked in the past. Apparently, he was tired of that. He’d talked to Heather about how he handled certain kinds of defiance — and one of those ways was to remind the slave they’d chosen this life, and offer an easy route to leave. She’d never seen him actually put it into these words though, so it seemed Ruby had pushed his button enough for him to change gears with how he handled this particular issue.
Ruby bent slowly, aimed her upper body towards the cage, and pushed herself in, rolling over so she was on her back, looking up.
Marcus went to hands and knees, put his head in, and gave her what appeared to Heather to be a pretty passionate kiss. He covered her with a sheet, firmly closed and locked the large door, and made a point of checking the lock on it as well as the small door before climbing into bed with Heather and Kyle.
* * * *
Heather was up early the next morning, so she could meet the contractors at the ranch at seven. Marcus was getting a blowjob from a still straitjacketed Ruby when she left, so Heather gave him a peck on the lips goodbye, caressed Ruby’s head, and held Kyle’s hand as they walked through the house. He liked to walk her all the way to her car, when she left before him.
He started their kiss, but Heather finished it, and brushed her hand across Kyle’s dick, over the top of his pants. She loved how he got so hard from just a kiss.
She opened her car door and got in, but didn’t close it.
“It isn’t working.”
Kyle closed his eyes a few seconds and then opened them. Heather couldn’t tell if she saw sadness or frustration, or possibly a mix of both. “I know.”
“I don’t know how to tell Marcus. I know he’ll be disappointed, but the four of us in one house isn’t something I’m interested in pursuing long term. I can’t really give a specific reason. The sex is great, Ruby is nice enough, and everyone is tip-toeing around each other trying not to step on anyone’s toes...” She paused at that, thinking. “Maybe that’s the problem? If it was working, we wouldn’t have to tip-toe around each other? I don’t know, but we need to have a conversation about it.”
“Agreed, and sooner, rather than later. I don’t like seeing you unhappy, and this clearly isn’t working for you.”
“Is it working for you?”
“Yes and no.”
“So, you’d be okay with it if I wasn’t having issues?”
“I’m not certain I would be. It’s easy to say it isn’t working for me because I can see it isn’t working for you, but I agree everyone is being too cautious, and it’s possible I’d want to escape the way that feels, if given enough time.”
Heather sighed. “It’s only been eleven days, and we’re supposed to have another twelve days in our little experiment. Do you think it’ll get better, if we just let it play out?”
“It might.”
“Then let’s leave things alone and see what happens.”
“Another five days, and then you and I will talk about it again.”
She smiled. “For a submissive, you can be really bossy sometimes.”
Kyle gave her another peck on the lips and closed her door, and Heather left to go talk to her contractor and then spend some time with her horse.
* * * *
Heather’s phone rang about five minutes after noon. She saw it was Marcus, so she answered with, “How was the blowjob this morning?”
“The blowjob was fine. The slave appears to be getting more than she bargained for.”
“Have the two of you talked about it?”
“We had a thirty-minute conversation this morning over breakfast, and while we got ready. She called timeout for our talk, and it looks like it’s going to be a permanent timeout.”
“She’s calling it quits before the three months are up?”
“It wasn’t just her decision. We both agreed it isn’t working. She thinks she’ll be fine as a slave to a single Master, but I think she’ll be happier as someone’s pet, or maybe a more extreme submissive. Based on what she says she wants, she doesn’t appear to be slave material to me. At any rate, my heart doesn’t beat double-time for her, and her heart’s not beating double time for me, either. No harm done, no hard feelings, and she wants to talk to you, to make sure the two of you can remain friends.”
Heather sighed. “I’m sorry, Marcus.”
“It’s not your fault, and I’m disappointed, but not heartbroken. Like I said, there wasn’t that extra spark. I’ve enjoyed having you at the house full-time, though. How has that worked for you?”
“Honestly? Not so great, though I think that was mostly because it seemed we were two couples living together, instead of a foursome. I think I spent less time with you when we were living together as a foursome than when we were in two houses as a threesome.”
“You’re right, which is another reason it wasn’t working with Ruby. I’m convinced that with the right person — someone like Amy, who truly gets off on being a slave — we can be a happy foursome.”
Amy was his housekeeper, and Heather agreed there was a big difference in the way Amy and Ruby reacted to orders.
“You’re eating lunch now?”
“I brought a can of soup to dump in a bowl and stick in the microwave. Can I make a request?”
“Of course.”
“Once Ruby moves out, and I’m not going to kick her out, I’ll give her time to find a place, but once she moves out, can we try the experiment with you and Kyle staying at my house for an extended time with just the three of us?”
She smiled, then realized he couldn’t see it over the phone. “Yes, I’d like that very much, and I’m sure Kyle won’t have a problem with it, either.”