Tymber Dalton - Safe Harbor

“Won’t that make you hurt?”

He grinned. “Masochist, remember?”

She stroked her fingers along his sac, where the plastic had them corralled and swollen. That was as hairless as the rest of him. Mac closed his eyes and bucked his hips against her.

“Don’t stop,” he said, lacing his fingers through her free hand.

“Master said I was allowed to come if I could while wearing this thing.”

“Is that possible?”

“I don’t know. I damn sure want to find out.”

She stroked his balls, traced the shape of the plastic cage, and gently raked her short nails over his flesh. After a few minutes of this, he opened his eyes. Without a word, he grabbed her hand and pushed it down lower in the water, pressed one of her fingers against his rim.

“I don’t know what to do,” she nervously said.

He smiled. “You’ll figure it out.” He spread his legs further, hooking one over the edge of the tub. She gingerly pressed against his dark hole. “Don’t I need to use lube or something?”

He nodded to a small bottle on the edge of the tub. She erred on the side of caution and used a huge dollop of the goop, then slowly pressed for entrance.

Mac let out a low groan. “That’s it,” he gasped. “That’s the spot.”

He pulled her close and kissed her as she wiggled her finger around, paying attention to his responses to determine what worked. It wasn’t long before he grabbed her tightly and loudly moaned as he kissed her, his hips bucking against her hand.

When he relaxed against the back of the tub, she popped the stopper open on the tub to let it drain and curled up in his arms.

“Good?” she asked.

“Yep. Not as good as the real thing, but at least it’s not pinching as badly.”

She snickered. “I thought you said you like pain.”

He waggled his eyebrows at her. “Even I have my limits, sugar.”

He sent her to her bedroom to get dressed, with orders to wear something nice. When she emerged, she found him sitting on the sofa, wearing slacks, a dress shirt, and a tie.

Handsome and gorgeous and all hers for the evening. He stood when she walked in. He’d taken off the locking collar, but he’d put on the ID bracelet and necklace.

“You’re gorgeous, sweetheart.”

She blushed again but fought the urge to talk herself down.

“Thank you, Sir.”

He pulled her to him for a long, deep kiss. That’s when she felt something different, a long, firm shape poking against her instead of a hard plastic bulge. She grabbed his crotch, but he gently pulled her hand away. “Where is it?”

“I called Master. He said since I came that if I promise to behave, I can keep it off for tonight.”

She wiggled her hips against him and felt his cock stiffen more in his slacks.

He swatted her on the ass, hard enough to sting a little through her skirt. “Stop, pet. He also told me I have permission to lock you up if you misbehave. I’ll play with you later if you’re a good girl.”

They took the Jag. He drove them over to Tampa, to a fancy steakhouse. They had a wonderful dinner, great conversation, and it suddenly hit her halfway through their meal that this was how normal relationships were supposed to feel. She’d never been allowed an opinion with Bryan Jackson. He preferred eating in silence unless he was the one doing the talking.

Mac noticed. “What’s wrong, babe?”

“Sully really loves me too?”

He reached across the table and squeezed her hand. “Yes, you’d better believe it. As much as I do. Is that what’s got you all worried?”

“No. I realized I don’t really know what normal is. I have to figure it out. I didn’t have it for so long.”

He grinned, playful. “I wouldn’t exactly call this normal, babe.”

“I mean…” She chewed it over. “Healthy. Happy. Fun.”

He rubbed his thumb over her knuckles before releasing her hand.

“It’ll be all that and more. I promise.”

When they returned home around eleven that evening, Bart met them at the door, his tail wagging and ears perked. Mac scooped him up and played with him before letting him down. “You’re on your own for the evening, puppy. I’ve got plans for your mom.” He pulled Clarisse to him and kissed her while pinning her wrists behind her back. “Go get naked, sweetie.” When he let her go, he turned to watch her walk through the living room.

That’s when he spotted something laying in the middle of the living room floor. Before he could investigate, Bart streaked over to it, grabbed it, and dragged it behind him as he took off for Clarisse’s bedroom.

“Pet, what does Bart have?”

She turned around to intercept him, but the dog zipped under the couch, where he growled at them. “I don’t know. It was bigger than him.”

They both got onto their hands and knees to pull him out, but he streaked out the other side, without his prize, and headed for Mac’s bedroom.

Mac felt under the couch and came up with a riding crop.

They stared at it for a moment before bursting into laughter.

“Where was that at?” she asked.

“In my closet.”

They heard a noise in the master bedroom and went to inspect.

They caught Bart in the middle of the room, one of the rattan punishment canes in his mouth. He dropped into a play bow over the cane and growled at them.

Mac laughed so hard he had to sit on the bed. He roared, long and loud, until tears rolled down his cheeks.

“It’s…Dom Dog,” he finally choked out before laughing even harder.

Clarisse hoped he’d still find it funny. She found the stand tipped over in the closet and breathed a sigh of relief that nothing appeared to be chewed.

“Hey, Mac? How many of these were there?”

Still laughing, he stood to join her in the closet doorway. “Holy crap, there’s several missing.”

They turned, but Bart had snuck off with the cane. “That fucking thing’s bigger than he is!” Mac said.

They caught sight of him disappearing into Clarisse’s bedroom. In his crate, they found the missing implements.

“I don’t understand,” she said as she handed them out to Mac.

“He’s never done anything like this before.”

Mac grinned and picked the little dog up. “Hey, he’s expressing his dominant side, that’s all.”

Clarisse finally allowed herself to laugh again after examining the other implements, which were also tooth mark free. She took Bart from Mac. “I think it’s time puppy goes to bed.” She turned Food Channel on for him, put him in his crate with a bowl of water and food, and pulled the bedroom door mostly closed. Mac leaned against his bedroom doorway, smiling, his arms crossed over his chest.

“What?”

He waggled his eyebrows at her. “Where were we?”

She smiled. “I think right about here.” She started unbuttoning her blouse.

“Yeah, that’s a good place to start.”

She seductively stripped for him. When she stood naked before him, he crooked his finger at her. She willingly stepped into his arms and enjoyed his long, deep kiss. He slowly maneuvered her into his bedroom and onto the bed.

“Don’t move.” His eyes never left her as he slowly removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. “Master gave me permission to play with you in a few ways. I plan on taking full advantage of it.” His erection tented his dress slacks. He kicked off his shoes and removed his slacks before kneeling beside her on the bed. “Stroke my cock, babe,” he hoarsely ordered.

She did, wishing he’d let her do a lot more than that.

“Spread your legs.”

When she did, he teased her wet opening with his fingers, smiling when he found her slick. “Did I do that to you?” He plunged two fingers deeply inside her and held his hand still.

“Yes, Sir.”

He withdrew his fingers and touched them to her lips. “Open.”

She did, and he gently pushed his fingers into her mouth. “Pretend that’s my cock, pet. Show me what you would do.”

She closed her eyes and as her hands stroked the real thing, she simulated with her mouth how she wished she were running her lips and tongue over his silky flesh. Her thumb caught a bead of clear pre-come at the tip of his cock. She slicked it over his shaft, which made him moan.

He withdrew his hand from her mouth and plunged it back into her wet sex. This time he used his thumb to stroke her clit while he pumped in and out. She moaned when he withdrew his hand again.

Mac smiled. “You want to suck my cock, pet?”

She nodded.

Mac’s brown eyes smoldered with passion. “You have to ask, pet.

Tell me what you want.”

“Please let me suck your cock, Sir!”

“Very good, pet.” He changed position so his cock brushed her lips. “Open.”

Her lips eagerly parted. She engulfed him, using one hand to stroke his sac and the other on the base of his shaft.

Mac let out a long, loud groan. “Oh, fuck! Baby, that’s great!” He held still for a moment before he started rocking his hips against her.

Clarisse laved his cock with her tongue, tracing the veins, exploring the ridge and mushroomed head, tasting his slit. She closed her eyes and enjoyed every second.

“Make me come, pet,” he hoarsely ordered.

She eagerly sucked him deeper, harder, wanting to please him. He cupped one hand under the back of her head, tangled his fingers in her hair, and fucked her mouth as his release approached.

“Get ready,” he grunted.

She dug her fingers into his ass, pulled him tighter, swallowed him deeply as he came. After a moment, he pulled out and collapsed on the bed. He wrapped his arms around her and held her. “Holy fuck, that was great,” he whispered. “Jesus, that was fantastic.”

Despite how horny she felt, she enjoyed being curled up next to him. Before she stopped herself, the comment popped out. “Sully told me he doesn’t do that for you.”

Mac chuckled as he kissed her. “No, he doesn’t. Lots of other things, but not that.”

“Why?”

Mac shrugged. “He never has. I’ve never forced him to do it, and I wouldn’t force him any more than he’d force me to do something I didn’t want to do. You’re better off asking him the whys, babe.” He stroked her shoulder. “He told me until he comes home, as a reward for working with you and for wearing the CB like he told me to, I can let you do that.”

“What about after he gets home?”

“That’s for him to decide.” He patted her ass. “And now that I can think again without my cock screaming bloody murder, it’s time for a little training. You still horny?”

“Duh.”

He lightly slapped her ass. “What was that?”

“Duh, Sir.”

He grinned and rubbed noses with her. “That’s better. You’ve got a bratty streak in you, don’t you?”

“Is that bad?”

“Naw, just don’t embarrass Master in front of others. Some people are real pricks for protocol and look at a bratty sub as a bad thing.

Some people, it doesn’t matter. You’ll learn when it’s okay to be bratty.” He lifted his eyebrows. “A little bratty. Not a lot.” He stood and walked into the bathroom. He returned a moment later with a bottle of lube and a large towel. He motioned for her to move. “Roll over.”

He spread the towel out and had her lie on it.

She felt a little nervous but tried to relax.

He opened a dresser drawer, took out a few things, then dropped them onto the bed.

Oh, boy. One was a large dildo. The other…

Boy, oh boy. She was pretty sure it was a butt plug. At its widest point, it was larger than Mac’s cock.

Then he added one more item to the mix, a large vibrator with a cord. “The Hitachi Magic Wand,” he said with an evil grin. When he plugged it in and flicked it on, she jumped as it hummed to life.

He laughed and shut it off. “Not yet, pet. It’ll soon be your new best friend.”

Stretching out next to her in bed, he leaned in and kissed her.

“Spread your legs, babe.” He kissed her again as she felt the dildo make contact with her pussy. He didn’t try to push it in at first, just teased her with it, running it up and down from her clit to her sex and back again. Slowly, gently, he started pressing for entrance.

She gasped.

His hand froze. “You okay?”

“Don’t stop!”

He chuckled and resumed his motions, slowly fucking her, going a little deeper with each stroke until he could almost fit the entire thing inside her slick passage, fucking her with it, gently twisting it and plunging it into her.