Safeword: Mayday by Candace Blevins
Chapter 7
When Marcus was gone, Heather turned and looked at Kyle, “You want me to tell you what to do?”
“Not in all things, but in sexual stuff, like whether to wear clothes in private,” he shrugged and gave a soft smile. “I want to please you. Your wish is my command.”
“I see that. Some other things also make sense. Most of the time I hate when people pick me up to put me on something when I could’ve jumped, but you’ve done it almost reverently, and it never bugged me. It makes sense, now. You saw it as service to me, a sign of respect, and not as helping me because I’m short. It resonated with me even when I didn’t understand.”
He nodded, and she looked at her hands a few seconds before meeting his gaze. “Why do I feel like this is going to change everything? I like the us we’ve had. I don’t want to mess it up.”
“It can change it as much or as little as we want. We’ll keep it in the bedroom so I can give you orgasms, and we’ll figure things out from there.”
“Things are going to change between me and Marcus though, aren’t they? I mean, I didn’t expect to feel so close to him after just a few hours, and it’s kind of scary. I love you, but I could easily get attached to him. Is that okay?”
He kissed her forehead. “I’m so glad you’re being honest. It’s perfectly okay, babe. If you didn’t feel closer to him after that experience then that might be cause for concern, don’t you think?”
She gave what she was sure was an embarrassed grin. “I hadn’t thought of it that way, and you have a point, but it’s a little scary.”
“As long as we keep talking about it, we’ll be fine. The problems start when communication breaks down.”
She nodded, and her stomach growled again. Kyle laughed and kissed her forehead. “Come, my Lady, let’s get some clothes on you so we can get some food into you.”
She let him help her off the bed, and she donned yoga pants and a tee shirt, skipping the bra. Kyle didn’t move to put any clothes on, and she said, “Be honest with me — what would make you happiest right now? What could I tell you to do that would give you a raging hard on?”
“Please don’t ask something like that and then be disgusted with the answer. I’m not sure you’re ready to hear the answer, but if you insist, I’ll give it to you.”
“Try me.” Kyle had figured out how to make her enjoy sex, and now she needed to something special for him. She loved him and she hadn’t thought they had a chance, but now, maybe, they did. Heather had a habit of jumping into new experiences with both feet, but she needed to know what Kyle wanted before she’d know what to do.
He took a breath as if to fortify himself. “Okay, if you were to make me stay nude, and then not allow me to eat as you and Marcus do — either make me feed you before I’m allowed to eat, or cut my food up and put it in a bowl on the floor and require I eat from it with only my mouth, or make me kneel by your chair and feed me from your hands. Something to clearly show my submission to you, to delineate those in charge with those who… aren’t.”
She started to ask if he wouldn’t feel demeaned by eating from a bowl on the floor, but a voice in her head pointed out he wouldn’t ask for it unless it was what he wanted. She had a lot to learn about her boyfriend. She remembered some of the things in the video she watched at Marcus’s office, and asked, “Do you know where Marcus keeps his things in here?”
“Yes, my Lady.”
“Have you ever called anyone that before?”
He smiled and pinked a little. “No, my Lady.”
“Okay, stay put a second and let me check with Marcus real quick.”
She walked out to the little kitchenette area of the party floor and found Marcus preparing food on a tray. “Is it okay if I use a few of your things on Kyle? Some of those things that go on wrists, and maybe a few things like that?”
He gave her a curious look, but answered without asking questions. “Kyle knows what I consider personal versus what I’m good with others borrowing. Ask him to get what you want, and he’ll retrieve it for you.”
“Okay, thanks.”
She returned to Kyle and told him, “Please get me some of those leather handcuff things, and a leash, and something to attach the leash to.”
“Yes, my Lady.”
He went straight to the drawers and shelves the items were on or in, which told her a lot about the amount of time he’d spent in this room. Marcus had moved here long after they’d shared a girlfriend, so they’d clearly played together since. He’d moved in here after Mira had died, if Heather had the timing right, but Heather didn’t have it in her to ask about Mira. Not yet, and not where Marcus might hear. She’d ask Kyle later.
Kyle returned to her with the items and placed them on the bed. He’d opened part of the curtain and looped it over a holder on the canopy support when she got out earlier, and now he did the same with another portion before he went to his knees and offered his wrists.
She was kind of clumsy getting the first on, but felt she did better with the second.
“They’re called wrist cuffs, my Lady, and you may want to make them one notch tighter. It’s good you didn’t cinch them tight enough to interfere with my circulation, but they can rub if they’re too loose.”
“Thank you. Is this weird, you educating me as I figure this out?” she asked as she tightened them.
“Nothing is weird with you, Heather. I love you, and I love that you aren’t weirded out by all of this.”
“I love you, too, and...” She sighed. “I’m a little weirded out, but I just had my first orgasm, and it happened with clothespins. I don’t think I have room to judge anyone else’s sexual stuff. If this does it for you then I’ll do my best to figure it out. Not to mention, I kind of think I like this power exchange thing.”
She picked up a tangle of leather straps and asked, “What is this?”
“It’s a chest harness. Collars have significance in our world, and I didn’t feel comfortable bringing a collar when you didn’t specify it, so I brought a harness for you to attach the leash to.”
“I see. Okay, show me how this goes on.” She didn’t really see, but she’d figure it out.
He slid the harness on, stood, and turned so she could see what needed to be fastened together in the back. She managed to get it buckled, and then clipped the leash to the ring in the center of the back.
“Hands and knees, Kyle. Let’s go get something to eat.”
When she walked into the eating area with Kyle on the leash, Marcus’s face lit up. “My my my. You are taking to this new role, aren’t you?”
Heather shrugged. “I’m figuring it out as I go.” She looked over the food he’d pulled out. “This looks good, thanks for putting it together.”
There was a veggie tray as well as some fancy breads, some leafy greens, and lots of things to put on sandwiches. She unhooked Kyle’s leash and said, “Up, give me your hands.”
She’d intended to attach the cuffs together, but the rings were solid and there was no way to do it. She’d need some kind of hook or clip. “It seems I didn’t give you enough instructions. I want to hook these together. Please bring me something so I can do that.”
“Here, you can use this,” Marcus said. He rummaged in a drawer and threw a small carabiner to her. She thanked him and clipped Kyle’s hands together.
“Make yourself a plate,” she told Kyle, “and then sit in the chair beside me and make sure you eat enough to keep your strength up. I assume you can manage with your hands like that?”
“Yes, my Lady. Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Such simple words, but they had the hope of a future, now, and sometimes it had made her sad to say them before, knowing they both absolutely meant what they said, but that there was no way a romantic relationship could work.
They were all busy preparing their sandwiches and gathering the veggies and dips on their plate, and she felt a small stab of guilt that Kyle was having a little trouble with his hands together, but then she noted his raging hard on, and she reminded herself he was enjoying it. She wasn’t sure how she was going to help him get off, but she had a feeling it might work this time for her to just order him to jerk himself off while she watched. At one point he was struggling too much so she took his bread from him and put his mayo on, “If you need help you should ask, Kyle.”
He nodded. “Thank you, my Lady.”
Once they were all eating, she looked at Marcus. “Okay, so what’s next on the agenda.”
“Who says we have an agenda?”
“Do we not?”
He grinned. “Not exactly, but I have an idea of where we go next. First though, understand that as your Top, I take my responsibility for your safety quite seriously. When we finish eating, I’ll want you to take your shirt off and let me get a good look at how your body handled the clothespins. I have weaker clothespins we can use, or if you need more intensity then I can buy some stronger ones. I’ll let Kyle tell me what shape your clit’s in, since he’ll be up close and personal to it a little later.”
Heather started to protest that she didn’t like when Kyle did that, but Marcus stopped her before she got the first word out. “Please trust me on this, okay? It’ll be nothing like you’ve done before. Not everything I try will work, and that’s fine — we’ll move on to something else when we find a flop. Also, you should know that every orgasm isn’t going to melt your brain and make you pass out. It’s kind of like flying first class the first time and not realizing what coach class is like, so you can’t appreciate how good first class really is. Not many people ever have an orgasm as intense as the one you had, so please don’t feel let down if future releases aren’t as crazy, okay?”
“Whatever you’ve planned for later, will you and Kyle get off? I don’t want to be the only one who has an orgasm next time.”
“If you want Kyle to get off then I’ll work the situation so you can make that happen. I won’t make any promises about myself, but I’ll keep it in mind that you’d like it to happen, and we’ll see how things play out.”
Heather realized Kyle had finished eating, and she was close to being through.
“Kyle, give me your hands please.”
“Yes, my Lady.”
She unclipped the cuffs from each other and looked at Marcus. “Is there somewhere I can take a shower?”
Marcus looked at Kyle thoughtfully before answering. “There’s a shower off the playroom, but I’d rather neither of you gets too carried away because I have plans for later. I’ll give the two of you a little alone time, and I’ll join you in the shower.” He pulled more cheese from one of the trays and arranged it on another slice of thin bread. “You’re both invited to stay the night. We can all sleep in the big bed, or if you prefer then I can give the two of you a room with a door, so you can have your privacy.”
Heather realized they were both looking to her for an answer, and she shook her head in protest. “Hey, I’m the one flying without a net here, don’t look at me! My answer is that I’ll let you know when we come to it. Kyle, if you have an opinion, please voice it.”
“I’m fine with us staying. I know I’m just next door and we could be at my house in three minutes, but if you’re okay with us all sleeping in the big bed, that works for me.”
“When I ask your opinion, it means I want your opinion. It doesn’t mean I want you to tell me you’d be okay with something if I am.”
He gave her a sheepish grin. “Sorry, my Lady. If things go well then the energy will probably be best if we all just crash together.”
“Thank you. Let’s go take a shower, shall we?”