Safeword: Davenport(35)

"If you've decided it isn't ready to release after all we can put more in. Ten. Nine."

"No, please don't make me do this. Please."

He stroked her back, small comforting circles. “Remember your mantra? Say it again, please."

She heard the strain in her voice as she said, “I'm not being punished, I'm being taught to feel comfortable revealing all of myself to you."

"Very good. Eight. Seven."

A cramp hit and her asshole let go of some of the water before she could clamp down again and squeeze it in. He stopped counting a few seconds, but when nothing followed he picked back up.

When he reached zero he quickly stepped to the side and bent her over his arm, using his other hand to swiftly push the plug back in, while she was caught off guard. He stood her back up facing him, holding her, and returned to soothing her with his right hand as his left held the plug in place.

The water began filling her again and she seriously considered safewording. It was almost out of her mouth when she realized he wasn't hurting her, and she remembered how upset he'd been when she prevaricated about needing to pee. A safeword was there as a safety net, and using it now would be an abuse of the power it gave her. It'd be an easy out, and she'd wanted to be challenged. She agreed to submit to him, and he was trying to help her, just as she'd asked him to.

A cramp hit and she gasped as she tried to bend forward to relieve it. His hand disappeared and the pressure inside of her backed off.

"Deep breaths, we'll wait for this cramp to fade and we'll take it out. Say it for me, again."

"I'm not being punished, I'm being taught to feel comfortable revealing all of myself to you."

"Very good. Again."

He talked her through a series of breathing exercises and gently pulled the nozzle out, still cradling her head on his chest, telling her how well she was doing. He moved his feet between hers, spreading them, bending down with her as she got a few inches shorter. He had her say the mantra again, and again. She said it three times before she relaxed and let go.

The water came out in a stronger gush than she'd expected, splashing around them. He readjusted the showerheads so they were drenching the backs of her legs, and she couldn't tell if she was going on herself or not. She was thankful for the blindfold when he pulled a handheld shower unit and sprayed the floor around her feet, encouraging her to say her mantra again at intervals. She thought she was done, but suddenly there was more, and she was helpless to stop it, tears flowing, wetting his chest as she held onto him, her anchor in the storm.

He continued holding and comforting her throughout the entire ordeal, talking in a gentle voice as if this were completely normal. When she felt the plug back at the entrance to her bowels she shook her head, but he kept pushing until it was in, the water filling her once again.

"Just a quick rinse, pet, and we'll put it away. I've some lovely body wash, and I'll clean you from head to toe on the outside once we've done the inside."

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Chapter Eleven

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When Dana put the blow dryer away Zach stepped around the corner and ran his fingers through her tresses to assure it was dry, looking approvingly at the empty glass in front of her.

"Good girl. I've had a hard time waiting for what comes next while you dried your hair. Come on; let's get the cuffs back on you."

She'd thought she wouldn't be able to face him, but she felt even closer now than she had before. He'd spent a long time washing her, making her bend over so he could clean everything quite thoroughly. When the blindfold had come off, his eyes were kind, not disgusted, and another barrier between them melted away.

She sat on the bed as he put her ankle and wrist cuffs on, sending shivers across her skin as he once again handled her as one would livestock.

"Knees and chest—reach between your thighs and grab your ankles."

She complied, and he connected right wrist to right ankle; left wrist to left ankle—making her ache, igniting a spot deep insider her demanding to be filled.

His hands pushed her knees apart before resting on her lower back, encouraging her to arch, pushing her ass into the air.

His voice wasn't irritated this time, but firm. “When I put you in this position, I expect you to spread your knees and arch your back as far as it'll go, exposing your pussy and ass to me. If you can't do it on your own there are ways I can bind you to enforce it long enough you'll remember next time."

Her libido jumped into full speed at the threat, and she hoped he'd fuck her like this, but instead felt his breath on her pussy, his fingers spreading her open, and then his tongue. Within moments an orgasm threatened to take control, but she didn't know if she was allowed.