No Safeword: Matte - the Honeymoon by Candace Blevins Read Free Book Online

she knew he’d find relief before she was
allowed to go to sleep, but she hoped he gave her ass a break after the series
of enemas.
    “Do you need to use the toilet again? How are you
holding up?”
    “I’m very tired, Sir.”
    “Yes.” He caressed her cheek and pulled her to him,
so she could lean against his strength. “I expect you are. It feels as if your
energy goes out with the water sometimes, doesn’t it?”
    Sam wondered when he’d had an enema, to know how it
felt, but decided now wasn’t the time to ask. “Yes, Master. It does.”
    He kissed the top of her head. “Well, one more job
for you tonight, and then you can sleep.” He turned her away from him and urged
her towards the door. “Stand beside the bed and lean over it. I’ll be there
shortly.”
    She was nearly to the door when he said, “Oh, and
Samantha?” She stopped and turned. “I’m taking your voice. If you need to go to
the bathroom and can’t wait, you may tell me. Otherwise, any words will be
punished.”
    Sam nodded and continued to the bed.
    Ethan took his time lubing her ass and stretching it,
so the initial entry wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been. Sam squealed and whined
to let him know where she was, but he took her fast and hard, kicking her legs
apart when she tried to pull them together, and pressing her chest and
shoulders into the bed when she tried to stand. It took forever for him to
finally come, and when he did, the warmth jetting into her ass made her bowels
react.
    “Bathroom, please Master!”
    He let her up and she ran to the en-suite bathroom,
not sure she could make it to any of the others. It turned out to be mostly
gas, and she was mortified Ethan was hearing it, but he stayed in the bedroom
and didn’t mention it when she returned. He merely opened his arms and welcomed
her to bed.
    “Sleep now, Samantha. Your voice restriction will
still be in place when you awake in the morning. Tomorrow will be rough, and
you aren’t going to want to start the day with a punishment, so I hope you
remember.”

Chapter Seven
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Sam awakened to the feel of something enveloping her
wrist, and opened her eyes to see Ethan buckling her softest leather cuffs. He
glanced at her to acknowledge he knew she’d awakened, but didn’t say anything
until he’d fastened all four cuffs.
    “Use the restroom if you need to, and meet me in the
kitchen. I’ll fix us both a honey and Greek yogurt smoothie before we get
started.”
    Thankfully, the smoothie put some energy back into
Sam’s muscles, but she felt she needed to hydrate better. She walked to the
fridge, pulled some sports drink out, and looked at him in what she hoped he’d
understand was her asking permission to drink it.
    “I’m about to put you through the ringer, and plan to
offer you small amounts to drink as we go, because I don’t want too much in
your stomach at once. Drink a little if you feel dehydrated. You know what your
body needs, but be aware you’ll probably be doing the equivalent of a five mile
run soon, and I’ll give you eight ounces at a time throughout the day, as I
feel you need it.”
    Sam drank a few ounces, let it settle, downed a few
more, and returned the bottle to the refrigerator.
    Ethan motioned her to him and pulled her into his
embrace. “Your trust means the world to me, Samantha. I love hearing you call
me Master, but sometimes your silence says more than words.” He looked into her
face. “I love you. Today will be hard mentally as well as physically, but we’re
both ready for me to push you, to give you a challenge.” He kissed her
forehead. “This is it. Use the restroom one last time if you need to, and then
meet me in the great room.”
    When Sam came out of the bathroom, rope dangled from
the ceiling beam, and Ethan had donned a pair of shorts. She walked to him and
he attached the quick-release end of the rope to her right wrist cuff, and
pulled the other end until her right arm was