Safeword: Rainbow (2013 extended edition) (Safeword Series) Read online

  Vivian’s insides lit on fire. She was terrified, but knew she didn’t want to turn him down without talking about it, either. She was curious, and so horny she couldn’t see straight.

  First, though, she needed to be clear on why he wanted to hurt her. “Have I done something else to deserve punishment?”

  He nonchalantly caressed her left nipple as he answered, “No Kitten, you haven’t. I promise to make you fly, but I need your pain — not because you deserve it, but because I need to inflict it. I need your tears and your screams, and I think you need to give them to me. You see, I understand that even though the pain is very real, it still stokes your arousal and makes you soar. I couldn’t enjoy it if you weren’t turned on.” He leaned forward, his gaze piercing. “I’ve watched you carefully the last two nights; I know you can do this.”

  She could barely breathe at his intensity, but she had enough self-preservation to ask, “You’ll still respect my safeword?”

  “Of course, Katrina.” He caressed her cheek with the back of his fingers. “Don’t forget to show respect. You’re supposed to be addressing me formally, and I don’t want to have to punish you tonight. I want to give you pain you agree to, without it being a punishment.”

  “I apologize, Sir. I’ll be in a shared locker room situation with vanillas in three weeks, and any marks need to be gone by then. Also, no marks that’ll show while wearing normal clothing at work, and I have to work tomorrow — so nothing on my neck, arms, or chest that’ll show in a blouse or a v-neck shirt. I can wear long skirts, so we’ll say nothing below my knees. And no blood, anywhere. You have enough control to know how long your marks will last? Sir?”

  “I do.” He selected another bite and fed it to her as he talked. “I’ll aim for the marks to last a maximum of twelve to fourteen days on the average body, so even if it takes your body a bit longer, they should be gone in eighteen days. Will that work?”

  She swallowed her food and took a breath to get her voice under control before saying, “Okay, Sir. I’ll need to call one of the security guys. He’s a friend and keeps a close eye on me and, unless I warn him, he’ll stop the scene if he sees you going beyond what I usually negotiate.”

  “That’s why you agreed to go to a private room after we’d played in public a short time the first night?”

  “In part, yes. Ron brought me another bottle of water after you used the bullwhip on me, and I asked him to watch us if we went to a room. He said he’d go to the control room and stay until we were through.”

  “I’m glad you have someone to keep an eye on you, Kitten. When we’re through with our meal you may call him.”

  “Sir? If you’re here as a member’s guest while you’re in town, how did you get approval to use the bullwhip? They’re careful about who they allow the use of a few implements on club property, and the bullwhip’s one of them. I understand it’s not easy to pass muster.”

  “It’s complicated. The short version is I’m well known in a club in Europe, and my reputation allowed for some fringe benefits. Was that another reason you felt comfortable going to a private room with me? Because I had approval to use the bullwhip?”

  Viv’s mind whirled. Europe? But his accent was slightly Canadian, and she’d assumed he wasn’t from so far away. They hadn’t talked about anything long term, but she desperately hoped he’d be around a while. Not that she had time in her life for a relationship, but she felt a strong attraction to him and hoped he’d want to keep seeing her. But, she needed to answer his question, and while she was at it she should probably try to see if he had any feelings for her. She thought he did, but wanted to hear it from him.

  “It probably had a little to do with it.” She took a breath and plunged ahead before she lost her nerve. “But the truth is I felt something for you, and it’s only getting stronger the more I’m around you, Sir. I know after two nights I’m probably jumping the gun, but there’s chemistry between us that I can’t deny.”

  “And how often do you feel this chemistry?” His voice was light, but she sensed a wariness underneath.

  She wasn’t going to back off though, she’d brought it up and she owed it to both of them to answer truthfully. “I... I’m not sure how to answer, Sir. I don’t believe I’ve ever felt it quite like this.”

  “Thank you for being honest, Katrina,” he said, his voice soft. “Yes, there’s chemistry. I feel it too.” He took a breath and his voice went from gentle to brisk. “We’ll talk more about it later, when we aren’t being formal. Now, tell me the things I’ve done that you’ve liked the most, please.”

  Her heart skipped several beats, but she managed to stay calm and answer intelligibly. “Oh, I loved the bullwhip the first night. It felt like you spent an hour getting me deep into subspace before you used it, and I was flying exactly right when you finally did. I mean, it still hurt, bad. Really bad. But it hurt in the most exquisite way, Sir. I also appreciated how you made sure I was out of subspace enough to make the decision to go to a private room — making sure it was me talking, and not my subspace’d brain agreeing to anything you suggested. Oh, and last night, with the vibrating butt plug and the vibrating nipple clamps while you made love to me? It was incredible, Sir.”

  She paused as she remembered exactly how it’d felt, and Master James brought her back to the present by asking, “What are you thinking, Kitten?”

  Crap, she wasn’t sure she wanted to share exactly what it’d meant, but since he asked, she didn’t see a way around it. She sighed and said, “It’ll sound corny, Sir.”

  He gave her a mischievous smile. “Okay, then give me corn; I think I can handle it.”

  She started to come up with something else to say, but decided to just tell him the truth. She took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes. “I’d thought making love was something you could only do as part of vanilla sex. I’ve always considered any sex during a scene as...fucking. I didn’t think it was possible to make love in the midst of a scene, but last night…” She looked down, unable to meet his gaze as she finished. “Last night you made love to me, during a scene. You’ve made me redefine a few things, Sir.”

  His finger touched her chin and tenderly raised her face until their eyes met, and Viv could easily see from his expression how much her words affected him. His face was soft and his eyes sincere as he said, “Oh Kitten, that’s not corny, it’s beautiful. And you’re right; I was making love to you.”

  He closed his eyes a brief moment before opening them to continue. “It was the first time we had actual sex, and at that point it was just the second night we’d been together; but…yeah, I made love to you. I wish–” He interrupted himself with a breath. “Just, thank you for telling me, okay?”

  He ran his fingers over her lips, pulled them to his own lips to kiss his fingertips, and touched them to her lips again. Viv thought she might go mad when his finger began nonchalantly circling her nipple again, and had to focus on his words to make sense of them. “What else have I done that you particularly enjoyed?”

  She shivered with the sensory input and took a breath to try to gain enough control to respond. “Every time you’ve taken me to subspace I’ve enjoyed it, Sir. Our first night together you took me into subspace twice, and last night I was working my way there when you pulled me out and brought me back to reality to punish me.” She tried to move her hips at the memory, but her bonds held firm. “But when my punishment was over and you took me back into subspace, you kept me there for an eternity, and you moved around, so no single body part took too much abuse. I can’t believe I took so much last night and barely feel it today. I assumed I’d awaken with dozens of painful body parts, but I didn’t.”

  He’d been feeding the two of them as they talked, and now he smiled and said, “Here, take one more bite and I believe we’re through eating. You seem to be slowing down, I assume you’re about finished?”

  Viv opened her mouth to accept the slice of honeydew melon, and teased his fingers with her lips as she
accepted the sweet fruit. She chewed slowly and swallowed before saying, “Yes, Sir. Thank you. Dinner was wonderful.”

  “I’ll release you so you can make your phone call while I clear the table. I’ll do some shibari while our food digests.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  When she was freed she walked to the antique looking formal sofa and sat beside the table with the phone. She dialed Ron’s cell phone, as it was easier to call him directly than go through security.

  “Hey Viv, everything okay?”

  “Yeah. I’m in the dining room with Master James, and I’ve agreed to let him mark me. I just wanted to let you know we’ve negotiated a pretty intense scene. My safeword will still be honored, but I’ve agreed to a few things I wouldn’t normally consent to.”

  “Are you sure about this? You haven’t known him very long, and I don’t know him at all.”

  “Yes, I’m very sure. I still have my safeword Ron, and I trust him to honor it. I’ll be okay.”

  “And you trust me to make sure he honors it, right?”

  “Yes.”

  “And if I think you’re too far gone into subspace to say your safeword?”

  “Use your best judgment. I’ve agreed he can mark me, and he says the marks will be gone within eighteen days.”

  “Those will be some pretty intense marks. Is he starting now?”

  “No, I believe he plans to do some fancy rope-work while our food digests, and the more intense stuff will happen later.”

  “Okay, I’ll put a sticky note on your monitor saying your safeword is rainbow, a rough scene’s expected, and if I’m not there when it starts for someone to call me in. Okay?”

  “Thanks, Ron. You’re the best.”

  “Don’t mention it. And don’t hold out on your safeword if you need it. Pain without damage is fine, but if you let yourself get injured I just might spank you myself once you heal. Got it?”

  She laughed. “Aye-aye, Sir.”

  “Smart ass. Take care, okay?”

  “Will do.”

  Master James looked thoughtful as he asked, “Sounds like more than friends?”

  “No, Sir, just friends. He has his own lovely submissive, but he’s kind of protective of me. It’s a long story.”

  “Okay, Kitten. I’m glad you have someone looking out for you. I’ll give you a choice: silk rope, or hemp?”

  “My preference is silk, Sir, but if you prefer hemp please use it instead.”

  “Sometimes I prefer the extra irritation hemp adds, but tonight I’m happy to go with your preference. Please come here, Kitten.”

  * * * *

  An hour or two later Viv was completely in sub-space — comfortably enmeshed in the zone where the ropes supported her body, and the pain and discomfort of full suspension had her right on the edge of...something. Or maybe on the edge of nothing.

  He’d started with a rope corset, and then brought strands between her legs, spreading her lips. As he worked the silk cable around her body he’d made her breasts feel as if they were in a vice. When he finished, she was suspended horizontally in mid-air with her legs positioned as if she were running, but spread out so she was wide open and vulnerable, with her upper leg strung below the winch in the ceiling, and her lower leg anchored above one of the rings embedded in the floor.

  Her arms were behind her back, hands to elbows. Multiple points on the rope harness were attached to the winch, and she was quite literally floating. When he stepped between her legs and very gently began making love to her, she melted.

  “Come whenever you want Kitten, you don’t have to ask permission.”

  And she did, many times. Every time she orgasmed he’d change his rhythm, or his angle, or something, and her arousal level immediately jumped right back to full blast.

  Viv felt as if he’d stopped time when he suspended her, and the movement and feelings stretched to forever until she thought her heart might burst with the intensity. Several times she was certain she couldn’t take anymore, but he showed her she could.

  When she finally felt his thrusting become erratic, and he at last drove in and held as he let out a primal yell, another orgasm ripped through her body, the spasms so forceful she wondered if the ropes would hold. On a logical level she knew they’d hold, but it felt as if the jerking and flexing should have unraveled all of Master James’ work.

  The silk rubbed and pressed into her skin; burning, compressing, and chafing as she twisted and turned through her climax, but it registered more as sensation than pain. When it was over she was merely a puddle of goo held by ropes.

  Master James stepped away, disposed of the condom, and quickly returned. He released her lower leg from the floor and maneuvered the winch until she was over the dining/bondage table. The candelabra had been replaced by a thick cushion, and he slowly worked the winch controls to lower her. As soon as the cushion was holding her weight instead of the winch, he went to work loosening and removing the rope.

  Well done shibari takes a while to undo, and she just rested and floated as the security of the ropes gradually left her body, caressing and arousing as he unwound and unthreaded the luxurious silk. He worked fast, but it was still a time-consuming process.

  When the ropes were at last gone he crawled onto the table with her and held her, massaging and rubbing all over her body, soothing the spots the ropes had rubbed and squeezed. She felt herself drifting off to sleep and moved around, trying to wake up, but his gentle voice floated down to say, “It’s okay, Precious. Take a short nap so you’ll be fresh for what comes next. I’ll wake you when it’s time to continue.”

  Chapter Two

  Master James woke her gently, and offered her some grapes and honeydew melon once she was sitting. Viv accepted the honeydew melon from his fingers, chewing and swallowing as she looked around the room to get her bearings.

  “How long did I sleep, Sir?”

  “About twenty-five minutes. I watched your sleep cycle and woke you at the perfect power-nap point.”

  He walked her to the bathroom, sat her on the toilet, and stayed while she did her business. It made her uncomfortable, but at least he let her use the toilet. When she finished he lifted her to the vanity and placed her feet on the marble beside her bottom, spreading her wide open and using a warm washcloth to thoroughly clean her. She was tender, but her discomfort only stoked the conflagration inside. By the time he was done she desperately wanted to come, but doubted he’d allow an orgasm anytime soon.

  “Are you awake?” he asked. “Ready to continue?”

  “Yes Sir. Any chance of an orgasm? Please?”

  “Not yet, Kitten. It’s time for a few reminders of the rules. Not because you’ve forgotten them, but because I want to make sure you remember. Okay?”

  She nodded and he continued. “You don’t get to ask me not to do something. You received a small punishment for it the first night and you’ve done well since, but I feel the need to remind you again. If you don’t want me to do something you can safeword, but you don’t get to say please don’t. While you’re with me you belong to me, to do with as I please. You don’t get to ask me not to do something unless I’ve asked for your opinion. Clear?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Okay. No coming without permission. If you don’t think you can hold back, tell me and I may choose to back off until you can gain control. Or, I may not.” He raised his eyebrows. “Either way, you’re responsible for controlling your response, and you already know there are severe consequences for coming without permission.”

  An electric shock ran through her at his words, and she had to draw a breath to say, “I understand, Sir.”

  “I’ll rarely ask for your silence, and I don’t intend to do so tonight. You may not ask me to do or not do anything, but otherwise you may speak when you wish as long as you do so respectfully. You can say ‘yes yes yes’ to let me know you like something, you may tell me something hurts, you may tell me something feels good. You may moan, speak, cry, s
cream, whatever. Okay?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  She started to move her feet to drop them over the side of the vanity, but he placed his hands on them, holding them in place with his gentle strength.

  “One final thing. If you say Rainbow we’ve agreed I stop and ask whether the scene is over, or if you just need me to stop whatever I was doing. However, for tonight I want you to say Yellow if you just need me to back off whatever I’m doing without stopping, okay?”

  “Why the difference, Sir?”

  “Because you’re going to need me to back off tonight. I need to know where your edge is, and I’ll have to cross it to find it. I want to keep the flow going, and this will allow me to back off without the need to stop.”

  She nodded. “Okay. Agreed.”

  His voice softened. “Okay Kitten, one final reminder that you aren’t being punished tonight. I need to hurt you.” He stroked her cheek and she forced herself to keep her eyes open and meet the intensity of his gaze. “Your pain turns me on. It’s a proof of your submission, that you’ll take the pain without safewording, that you’re submitting to whatever I choose to do to your body.”

  “Yes Sir, I understand.” Viv thought she might self-combust if he didn’t do something, soon. It was all she could do to keep from reaching for her engorged clit, on full display between her spread legs.

  “Then come with me, Kitten.”

  He helped her down from the vanity and held her hand as he led her out of the bathroom and towards the bondage chair he’d placed in the center of the private room’s open area. A large phallus thrust up from the seat, and Viv’s knees went weak as her blood shot to boiling.

  “Stand in front of it, put your hands in the seat, and arch your back to raise your ass for me. I’ll prepare you before I make you sit on the dildo.”

  Viv bent over and raised her bottom as instructed, putting her eye to eye (so to speak) with the metal phallus about to be up her ass. It was much bigger around than the average male. Of course, Master James was larger than average, but she thought the steel cock might be a little bigger around than even Master James — and she knew from experience how metal didn’t give like human skin. She was glad it wasn’t terribly long; it was only maybe four or five inches high. It was just so damned big around.