Safe Harbor

Chapter Twenty

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.

Then he pushed it in as far as he could. Holding it in place, he lightly brushed his thumb along her clit, making her squirm on his hand.

“How’s that feel, baby?”

She eagerly nodded. Not as good as having the real thing inside her, sure, but with Mac’s hard body holding her, it wasn’t a bad substitute.

“Roll over.”

She did.

Then she felt something cool and wet against her virgin rim.

“Relax. I’ll take it slow.”

She tried to relax, but that was damn hard as horny as she felt and with the dildo buried inside her.

He gently massaged her tightly puckered ring for several minutes before pressing one finger against her. “Push, baby.”

His finger slid inside, which made her gasp.

“Oh, and pet?”

“Yeah?”

“Do not come,” he growled.

She whined, nearly desperate. Until he’d said it, she hadn’t been close. Now knowing she couldn’t, it pushed her nearer the edge.

He slowly worked one finger in and out of her, then added a second, and finally a third. The alien stretching sensation felt like an erotic burn against her muscles, one she wanted extinguished, and soon.

He withdrew his hand and replaced it with something firm and cool. “Push.”

She did, gasping as she felt the butt plug slide into place with a slight pinch of burn as her muscles stretched to accept it before clamping down on the silicone toy.

With his hand firmly pressed between her legs and holding the dildo in place, he ordered her to turn over onto her back again.

Clarisse rolled, feeling stretched, full, desperately horny.

He grinned. “You okay?”

“No!”

His grin changed to worry. “Does it hurt? If it ever does, say red immediately—”

“No! I’ve got to come!”

He laughed, relieved. “Oh, baby, you will do that. I promise.” He picked up the vibrator and with an evil grin he flicked the switch. It hummed to life, her heart hammering nearly as fast as the electric motor.

He stretched out next to her again. “Do not come, pet. Not until I say so.” He lowered his mouth to her right nipple and bit down, not hard, but not gently either.

The action sent another bolt of liquid fire straight to her clit as the dildo and the butt plug caressed her secret places.

Then he brushed the vibrator against her clit, making her jump, but not enough contact to make her come. He tortured her for nearly an hour like that, not letting her come, making her lay perfectly still at times until her body calmed down. By that time, his cock had grown rock hard again and she was nearly in tears, begging him to let her come.

He turned off the vibrator and knelt over her on the bed. He stroked her hair. “Take care of me first, pet, and then I’ll take care of you.”

She practically inhaled his cock, eagerly, desperately. He closed his eyes and slid his member deep between her lips.

“I can’t wait until Master lets me fuck you, babe,” he said. “I can only imagine what it’ll feel like sliding my cock into that sweet pussy of yours.”

She moaned around his member, wishing it was right the hell then, because her desire had hit a fevered pitch.

He fisted both hands in her hair and thrust his hips. “Take me deep, babe.” She matched him stroke for stroke, lifting her head to swallow his entire cock. She grabbed his balls and lightly raked her fingernails along his sac, sending him into orbit.

“Fuck!” He pumped his cock into her as he came, his body going rigid until he finally swung off her and collapsed next to her on the bed, breathing heavily.

Clarisse squirmed. “Please, Sir!” she begged. “Please!”

He chuckled as he reached for the vibrator. “You were a very good girl. You may come.” He flicked it on and pressed it to her clit.

Clarisse squeezed her eyes shut and screamed as her muscles contracted around the toys, coming harder than she ever had before, even harder than the night of the party. Mac didn’t relent, making her come two more times before he shut the vibrator off and pulled her trembling body into his arms.

“Good girl,” he cooed. “That’s my very good girl.”

She tucked her damp forehead against his chest and cried.

Worried, he clung to her. “You okay?”

“Oh, fuck yeah! Good tears.”

He laughed. “Yeah, I’ve had those a time or two myself.”

She was almost asleep when she felt him reach between her legs and gently remove the toys before leaving the bed. The sound of water running reached her, then he returned a moment later with a warm, damp washcloth. He swabbed her clean and dried her before shutting off the light and climbing into bed with her.

He pulled her into his arms. “Sleep tight, sweetheart.”

Exhausted, sated, and happier than she’d felt in a long time, that’s exactly what she did.

Mac set a steaming mug of coffee on the bedside table next to her before sitting on the bed and brushing the hair from her forehead.

“Good morning, sweetheart.”

She blearily opened her eyes. It looked like late morning outside.

“Holy crap, what time is it?”

He smiled. “After ten. Master said I could let you sleep.” She noticed he wore shorts. He correctly interpreted her look and he tapped the front of his shorts. She heard a plastic noise. “Master said I need to wear it this morning as a reminder. I can take it off later when I have you take care of me.”

She heard a playful growl. Mac looked down. “Hey, pup.” He set Bart on the bed. “I already took care of him this morning,” Mac said.

“Get up when you feel ready. Master said today’s a free day for us.”

“Free day?”

He lovingly kissed her, trailing his fingers down her cheek to her chin. “Whatever you want to do today, we will. He said for us to take the day off and have fun.”

She grinned. “What kind of fun?”

“Vanilla fun.” Lacing his fingers through hers, he brought her hand to his mouth. He feathered his lips along her knuckles. “He doesn’t want you overwhelmed. We’re just Mac and Clarisse for the day.”

Out came the pouty lip. “But I like Sir and pet.”

He grinned and rolled on top of her without squishing Bart. “I know. I do too. We can play Sir and pet later.”

Bart started running around the bed, playfully growling. Mac grabbed him and carefully set him on the floor. Mac kissed Clarisse again. “What would you like to do today?”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah.”

She thought about it for a moment. “Can we go over to Howard Park?”

“Yeah.” He rolled over, pulling her on top of him. “You want to go out for lunch?” Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Bart running from the bathroom and out the bedroom door.

“Oooh, Plaka’s?”

“Sure.” It was her favorite restaurant. “Let’s go see Tad,” he suggested.

“Can we take him to lunch?”

“Yeah. Let’s get our shower.”

“Soap my back?”

He grinned. “Don’t have to ask me twice.” He climbed out of bed and walked into the bathroom. As he reached into the shower and turned the water on, he glanced over at the tub.

The dildo he’d used on her last night sat on the edge, where he’d left it. But the butt plug was missing.

“Hey, honey?”

“Yeah.” She walked into the bathroom while sipping her coffee.

He looked around. “Did you do something with the butt plug?”

“No.”

“It’s missing.”

She playfully grinned. “Want to search me?” She turned and wiggled her naked ass at him.

He rolled his eyes. “No, seriously, where is it? I left it on the side of the tub to dry after I washed it last night.”

She helped him look. It hadn’t fallen into the tub and wasn’t on the floor anywhere.

“That’s weird,” he said.

Bart ran into the bathroom and raced past them. As they watched, he stood on his hind legs, grabbed the dildo off the side of the tub, and started dragging it across the bathroom floor.

“Hey!” Mac and Clarisse both lunged for him. He dropped his prize and ran from the bedroom.

“I think that answers that question,” Mac said as he picked the dildo up and put it safely on the counter, out of the little dog’s reach.

Mac searched for the missing butt plug in Bart’s crate. Nothing. He sat up. “Where the hell did he stash it?”

They turned and saw Bart standing in the doorway. He took off running. Before they could make it to the doorway, he’d disappeared.

Mac started laughing. “So he’s a kleptomaniac?”

Horrified, Clarisse shook her head. “No, I swear, he’s usually not like this!” She started crying. What if Sully didn’t let him stay now?

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Mac pulled her to him. “Why are you upset?”

She managed to get it out between sobs. “He’s my baby! What if Sully doesn’t let me keep him if he won’t stop doing this?”

“Listen to me,” Mac sternly said. “Master’s already said he can stay. I bet little Mr. Dom Dog is happy to be somewhere he doesn’t have to be afraid all the time. He’s back with his mom, and he’s just feeling his oats, that’s all.”

She sniffled. “Okay.”

“Let’s go find him.”

They finally located him in Sully’s office, under the desk.

With the missing butt plug.

Bart grabbed it and backed away from them, until his hind end nearly touched the wall. He growled at them even while his little tail furiously wagged.

Mac laughed. “Guess he’s got a new chew toy. Won’t hurt him, will it?”

Clarisse tried to take it away from Bart, but he ducked out the other side of the desk and ran for the door. “As long as it was clean, it shouldn’t. He doesn’t destroy chew toys, just chews on them.”

He patted her on the ass. “I left the water running in the shower.

Let’s go.”

When they emerged from the shower, Bart was under the dining room table with his new toy. As soon as he saw them, he grabbed his prize and ran for Sully’s office.

Mac laughed. “Guess we need to make a stop by the toy store and get us a new butt plug while we’re out today. Remind me we have to take it away from him when vanilla guests drop by.”

They had a nice, normal afternoon. Lunch with Uncle Tad, then a trip to the beach where they sat on a retaining wall and stared out at the Gulf. Safely nestled in Mac’s arms, she closed her eyes and deeply inhaled the sweet salt air.

“Whatcha thinking?” he mumbled into her hair.

“I could spend the rest of my life like this.”

“So could I.”

She stayed quiet for a long time, deep in thought. “When Sully’s home, will he let us do stuff like this?”

“Yeah. He’ll want to do stuff like this with you, too. I told you, it’s not all about the Master/slave dynamic. Is that always in the background? Sure. It’s just not always in the forefront.”

Wrapping her head about the future dynamic still puzzled her.

“You won’t be jealous?”

“Will you?”

“I…” Her mouth snapped shut. “No, I guess not.”

He chuckled and hugged her closer to him. “Remember, there will be times you’re the one sitting there watching him with me. Or on the boat, you’ll see me ordering him around and having my way with him.”

Clarisse honestly hadn’t thought of it like that. Framed that way, it did make perfect sense.

Sully spent the trip home from the airport with his eyes closed, trying to rest. His leg had tuned up again. Mac would chew him out for overdoing it.

He called Mac when he knew he was about thirty minutes from home.

“We’ll be ready, Master,” Mac said.

Sully hung up and stared at his phone, a smile breaking through the pain.

We.

He closed his eyes again and thought about Clarisse, if she really would go through with it. He hoped she would, but he wouldn’t, couldn’t force her. He would hold back and let her make the decision to take this to the next level.

He’d swore he’d never again put himself in a position to be vulnerable like he was with Cybil. Taking their relationship to a new level wouldn’t happen unless Clarisse wanted it.

When they arrived, he had the driver put his bags in the utility room. He wouldn’t need them until tomorrow, and then Mac could take care of them. With his laptop bag slung over his shoulder and cane in hand, he slowly ascended the stairs. The front door was unlocked, and when he walked through, he stopped at the sight.

Clarisse and Mac knelt on the floor.

Both naked.

Sully stared, still not believing his eyes even though he knew to expect it. His cock stiffened in his pants as he fought the urge to order her to bed so he could fuck her brains out.

Not yet. Too soon.

Mac looked up, smiling. “Welcome home, Master.”

“Hello.” He set his laptop case down. “Do I get a hug and a kiss from you two?”

Both of them rushed him, practically throwing themselves at him.

Sully laughed. “Jesus, you two are like a couple of puppies.”

That’s when Bart ran in, dragging his newest toy.

The butt plug.

Sully stared. After a moment he asked, “Is that what I think it is?”

Mac ran a hand through his hair. “Um, yeah, about that. I had to buy a new butt plug.”

Sully noticed Clarisse’s horrified look. He pulled her to him and kissed her again. “What’s wrong?”

“Please don’t be mad!”

He frowned. “Why would I be mad?”

“He’s never stolen stuff before. I don’t know why he’s…” She burst into tears.

Mac sighed. “Sul, we need to drop formal for a minute.”

Sully nodded as he tried to soothe her.

“Would you please reassure her you won’t make her get rid of Bart? She’s been in a near panic over it.”

He peeled her off him. “Why would I make you get rid of him? I know how much you love him.”

She sobbed. “He’s stealing things! He never used to do this! I’m so sorry!” She dissolved into tears again.

Sully sighed and pulled her close as he stared over her head into Mac’s brown eyes. “Sweetheart, I promise, I will never make you get rid of him.”

“Really?”

He stroked her hair. “Really. Please stop crying. It’s okay.”

Bart dropped into a play bow over the butt plug and growled at Sully. Sully smiled and tried to mask his pain as he lowered himself to the floor. “Come here, Bart.”

Bart’s tail sped up and he put his mouth on the butt plug, but he didn’t move.

Sully grinned and patted the floor in front of him. “Bring it.”

Bart grabbed the butt plug and brought it to Sully, where he played tug-of-war with him.

Sully gently pulled it away from him and tossed it across the living room. Bart streaked after it and brought it back for another round. After five minutes, Sully scooped Bart up and scratched his head.

“Enough, pup. I need to get to bed. I’ll play with you tomorrow.”

He handed the dog and the butt plug to Clarisse. “Go ahead and put him to bed for the night. Move his crate into our bedroom if you want.”

She froze. “You mean it?”

He held his hand up to Mac, who hauled him to his feet. “I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it, babe. Or you can put it outside the bedroom door if you think he might be better off there.

Your call. I mean, that’s presuming you want to sleep in our bed with us.”

She threw her free arm around Sully and hugged him. “Thank you!” She raced into her bedroom.

As soon as she left, Sully dropped the façade and slung his arm around Mac’s waiting shoulder. “Help me to bed. Quick.”

“That bad?” He helped Sully into their room and carefully lowered him to the bed.

“Yeah. Didn’t want her to see. She seemed upset enough.”

Mac fetched the ointment from the bathroom, then dropped to his knees, and removed Sully’s shoes. “Why didn’t you say something as soon as you got home?”

“The naked slave greeting sort of distracted me.”

Clarisse walked in. “I put his crate outside the door.”

“Go bring Master a pain pill and a glass of water, please,” Mac ordered. She raced to do it. After she took care of Sully, Mac crooked his finger at her and pointed to the floor. “I want you to learn this.”

He helped Sully remove his slacks, then started working on Sully’s bad leg.

Sully closed his eyes, lay back, and let Mac take charge. They didn’t need him. His pain had almost reached critical mass. He didn’t listen to their words as much as he focused on the comforting sound of their voices and the feel of their hands. Mac, his firm, warm touch, kneaded his flesh, going through the range of motion exercises.

Clarisse, more tentative, afraid of hurting him.

“Harder, honey,” he grunted. “It’s okay.”

A half-hour later, he felt some relief as the meds kicked in and Mac’s magic touch loosened the muscles. Sully removed his shirt as Mac shut off the lights. Mac quickly climbed into position as Sully relaxed against him. Sully patted the bed in front of him.

“Come here, pet,” he softly said.

She cuddled against Sully. As tired as he felt and as much as he hurt, it wasn’t difficult for him to keep his cock under control. He kissed the back of her neck. “Sweet dreams, baby. Love you.”

“Love you, Master.”

He reached behind him and patted Mac’s thigh. “Love you, Brant.”

He nuzzled the back of Sully’s head. “Love you, too, Sul.”

That night, the drugs had no influence over Sully’s dreams.