Safeword: Matte (10 page)

“I'm not big on PDA, but casual handholding is fine. Sitting by each other is fine. Leaving together is fine. I'm not going to hide the fact we're together, but there’s no need for any of them to know about the D/s.”

“Agreed. Come with me to the kitchen so I can get started on breakfast.”

“Let me help this morning.”

Chapter Six

Sam appraised her class while they took a short water break and decided it was a good time to have the ‘sparring etiquette’ talk with them. “Ladies, we’ve got some men who’ll be here in a little while who you’re going to be able to defend yourself against. I’ve taught you a few things today you shouldn’t use on these men – don’t jab their eye with your keys, don’t kick their kneecap, don’t punch or squeeze their Adam’s apple. Nothing that can cause them any kind of permanent damage. You can simulate a kick to the knee, or punch towards their Adam’s apple and stop before you touch it, but don’t make contact.”

They talked a little more about what could and could not be done while sparring and then got back to work. She was leading them through all the ways you can use your keys as a weapon when she saw Ethan and Tom coming into the side door and heard one of the ladies in the back say to her friend, “Wow, look at the big guy. I don’t know if I want to fight him off or not. Maybe I’d let him take advantage of me.”

Sam grinned, thinking this woman didn’t have a clue of what it meant to be taken advantage of by Ethan, but said only, “Sorry ladies, the big one on the right is mine.”

When the other men arrived Sam stopped her instruction and introduced Tom as the owner of the dojo, thanked him for donating the space for the workshop, and showed the women how to do the moves she’d shown them during the day with Tom as the bad guy. She organized the room and got the sparring practices started and then made her rounds through them, giving pointers here and there, happy with what the women had learned. She was pleased to see Ethan teaching them his size shouldn’t scare them, and showing them how to use his size against him. She’d gone over it with them, but having him demonstrate it was so much more powerful to their self-confidence.

At the end of the workshop, two women talked to Tom about taking regular classes as the rest of them filed out. Sam was feeling really good about her day when she felt Ethan’s hands on her shoulders and his mouth at her ear. “The guys all want to go out to eat. I told them I’d check with you to see if you had plans. Do you want a date with me or do you want to eat with the group?”

Sam turned her head to the side so she could see his face. “I’d be good either way, whichever you want. Although, a few of them have brought up the fact I haven’t been doing things with them after workouts during the week, so maybe we should hang out with them for dinner and see what’s up with everyone.”

“I was kind of thinking the same thing. I don’t want to pull you away from your friends too much. Okay, dinner with them it is then, but watching you teach the class got me all horny, so we’ll be stopping by your house so you can change clothes and give me a blow job.”

Sam recognized the look on his face and very quietly said, “Yes, Sir.”

* * * *

Ethan followed Sam into her house and, as soon as the door closed, turned on her, pushing her up against the wall and kissing her deeply, the way he’d wanted to since he first saw her teaching the class. There was just something about the way she moved, so self-confident, so strong, so… capable. And she was all his. Having so much raw power and strength submit to him just went straight to his cock, every time.

“We don’t have long, so this is going to be quick, and you aren’t going to orgasm. No speaking again until I say you can, unless it’s to say your safeword. I’ve got the stainless cane behind the seat of my truck, one stroke for every breath with a word. Go upstairs, strip, and get on your knees. Feel free to put a pillow down as a cushion if you like.”

Ethan could see Sam fighting with the no talking edict. They’d had several conversations about it and she understood why he required it at times, but she still had issues around it. The sadist in him loved watching her inward struggles. He wanted her submission, and this gave it to him in ways that turned them both on. He made a stop to use the restroom and clean up just a bit before following her upstairs.

She’d put a cushion from her bedroom loveseat on the floor, and was naked and kneeling in perfect form when he looked into her room. He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest and studied her a moment, his cock growing impossibly hard. “Open your mouth. Keep it open.”

She did, even though he was still five feet away from her. His cock throbbed inside his pants at the sight.

“I’m going to fuck your face, Samantha. It’s going to be harsh and quick and dirty and you’re going to gag and not be able to breathe. Since you won’t be able to talk, tap my leg for a yellow, slap my leg hard for a red. Nod that you understand.”

She nodded and he slowly and deliberately unbuckled his belt, slid the button loose, unzipped his pants, pulled himself out without dropping his pants, and stepped forward holding a very erect cock. “Hands behind your back. Grab your elbows and hold on unless you need to tap my leg.”

He sank into her mouth and let her tongue him a few seconds, getting him wet. He couldn’t sink all the way into her throat, but he knew from experience he could go a pretty good ways, and he fully intended to. When she’d gotten him wet enough with her mouth he reached for the back of her head and sank slowly into her mouth, pushing past the back of it, sinking into her throat, slowing down when she gagged but not pulling out.

Ethan paused, absorbing the heat of being buried in her throat, before pulling out and going back in – giving her enough time for a little oxygen, but not much. He began a rhythm he knew she could handle, and one which would let him reach the point of orgasm the fastest. This wasn’t about finesse, it was about him getting off and not letting her get off. It was about making the point he was in control of her sexually. He let her get a longer breath and then went in and held, his hand on the back of her head, so he knew when her instincts began trying to pull her off of him. He looked down, into her eyes, holding her head firmly onto his cock, and felt his cock grow impossibly harder at the desperate look she was giving him.

“Hold it for me just a little longer, Samantha. You can do it, I know you can.”

He held her in place another fifteen seconds and pulled back just as he saw the muscles in her shoulders moving as if to let go. She gulped in air, fighting to re-oxygenate her body, and he fucked her mouth in shallow strokes, allowing her to breathe for a half a minute or so. He was close, and as soon as he thought her breathing had stabilized he started fucking her throat again – not deep, just enough so his cock felt as if it were hitting bottom.

Just before he got really rough for the final dozen or so thrusts he gasped out, “You can hold onto me if you need to.”

He let loose with his final thrusts and the next thing he knew, he was coming into her throat and her arms were clinging onto his legs. He pulled back, so he was coming in her mouth instead of down her throat, and after what seemed an eternity, sank to the floor in front of her once his balls finished emptying. She kept her mouth open, so he could see. She’d learned he would tell her when she could swallow. Her eyes had watered and her make-up was a mess, but she was beautiful to him like this. He ran his hand down the outside of her face, down her neck.

“You can swallow now, love.” He watched her swallow and stroked her again – across her forehead, down the edge of her cheek and the side of her throat, the length of her collarbone and down her arm, pulling her hand up and kissing the back of it. “Go do what you need to do in the bathroom, brush your teeth and hair and fix your make-up, then come get another kiss from me to end the scene.”

* * * *

Sam thought about what had happened while she brushed her teeth. The idea that he got off and he wasn’t going to allow her to get off would have normally ticked her off, but under these circumstances, when they were pushed for time and she figured he’d get her off plenty later tonight, it was working for her, big time. She finished her teeth and brushed her hair out, grabbed a washcloth and washed around her eyes before throwing some more make-up on, and then stepped back out into the bedroom. Ethan gave her one of his pussy melting kisses and then drew her into his embrace. “Scene’s over. You can talk now.”

She reached up with her hands and touched his face, smiled, and walked to her closet to get dressed. She talked to him while she was stepping into her jeans, realizing she didn’t know where they were going, “I didn’t ask where we’re eating, I assume jeans are okay.”

“Big River, which is why it worked out for us to stop by your place. Jeans are fine. You okay?”

Sam grinned to herself, then asked nonchalantly, “I’m good, why do you ask?”

“Don’t be a smart ass, you know why I’m asking.”

She sighed. “Yes, I know why you’re asking, and I don’t really want to talk about it, but I know that isn’t going to fly, so… I don’t know. I guess I’m okay. Not terribly happy, but what you did is within the rules we agreed to. You get to say whether I have an orgasm or not when we’re together, and you didn’t give the okay. In a perverse sort of way, I think I may be even more turned on because of the power it gives you. I’m still deciding how I feel about it, to be honest.”

She sat on the bench in her closet to strap the sandals onto her feet and heard him walking to the door to watch her. She looked up and he said, “I’m not sure whether I want to pamper you tonight, or hurt you in some new way you’ve never hurt before. Part of me wishes you hadn’t said no sexual undercurrents around your friends, because I want to make you wear a plug up your ass to dinner. I don’t really want us to have a D/s dynamic around them, either; but if it were just you and I going to dinner, you’d be bending over for insertion right about now. I’m sure I’ll figure out what I want to do with you by the time dinner is over.

* * * *

Almost everyone was at the restaurant when they arrived, and they ended up sitting near Tom. In a bizarre turn of events, Ethan was helping Tom prepare for the regional fights, and that was the topic of conversation until Randy arrived with his girlfriend. They had an enjoyable meal, and when they finished most of the group walked the few blocks to the Walnut Street pedestrian bridge and stopped at the top, the center of the Tennessee River. It was a beautiful evening, with a full moon hanging in a sky just beginning to explode into a beautiful sunset. Sam had stepped away from the group to enjoy the sunset while Ethan was talking with some of the guys when Francisco stepped up beside her and bumped her shoulder with his. “You okay,
chica
?”

Sam didn’t take her eyes off of the sky. “I’m perfect, Francisco. How are you?”

“What’s going on with you and Ethan? Is he treating you right?”

Sam looked to the side to try to figure out what kind of question he was asking, and looked back at the sky before she answered. “Yes, he’s… everything I could have asked for. It’s sweet of you to feel you need to ask, even if it is a touch annoying. I bet your three sisters hide their boyfriends from you as long as they can.”

He laughed. “Yeah, I think you’re right about that. But the way you look at him is…” he paused a few seconds and said, “Maybe it’s nothing, it’s just I’ve never seen you look at anyone like that before, when you don’t think anyone else is looking. I just,” he paused again, then stepped in front of her, so she was looking at him. “You’re the last person I thought I’d see looking at someone like a…” He stopped and shook his head. “I’m glad you’re happy, just be careful with him, okay?”

Sam glanced sideways at Ethan, who was laughing with the other guys, and then back at Francisco. “I don’t know what you thought you saw, or what kind of look you were trying to interpret, but we’re good. Great. Excellent. I know someone who knew him in Atlanta. I have a good idea of his history, of why his previous relationships didn’t work. He’s been totally honest with me about everything from the beginning – no lies, no embellishments, no omissions I’m aware of. I think I’m falling in love with him, actually.”

Francisco smiled and stepped to the other side of her, so they were both looking at the sunset again. “No,
chica
, I think you’re already in love with him. If he’s treating you well then I’m very happy for you. If he’s not treating you well then I don’t know what I’d do about it, because I don’t think I could kick his ass.” He smiled and his voice changed, all jovial and the normal Francisco again. “I could help you kick it, but I don’t think I could do it on my own.”

Sam laughed and said, “I have to plan where I hit him for my strikes to be more than a mosquito to him when we spar. I shudder at the thought of taking him on in a real fight, but I doubt he’d fight me for real even if I wanted him to. Tom’s more of a bad-ass than I realized, to have taken him down. But then, I think that’s kind of Tom’s personality, to make you see him as ordinary when he’s so extraordinary.” Sam glanced to the side when she felt Francisco looking at her, saw the raised eyebrow look he was giving her, and said, “What?”

“You don’t spar with Ethan at the dojo. Ever. I figured you’d asked Tom not to put the two of you together, maybe you didn’t want to spar with someone you’re dating. But if you’re sparring with him other places, why not at the dojo?”