Tygers 5: Sweet Redemption

by Melinda Barron

  “With pleasure.” Donovan crossed the room. When he was beside Helena, he bent down to remove tiles from the floor on either side of Helena’s splayed legs. He attached leg cuffs, then tightened the chains until she was totally bound.

  “Very nice,” TK said. “Who am I, Helena?”

  “You are my Lord and Master.”

  “That’s right. Don’t forget it again.” The even tone of his voice made her shiver.

  “Forgive me, Milord.”

  “Ten minutes.” He opened the case on the sofa to reveal a set of teardrop weights. He tested a few before selecting one. Then he stepped behind her and bent down. The lube was cold, and when he pushed the large plug into her, she groaned loudly. It made her feel much fuller than the smaller plastic one, and the weight of it made her want to push it out. Her moans increased with the weight.

  “Only one pound more,” he said. “If it slips out, however, I will add more, and we will start the time over. If I were you, I would concentrate on keeping my buttocks clenched, and not letting the plug drop out. If you’re doing it right, by the end of ten minutes you should be very uncomfortable.”

  He patted her behind and sat on the sofa, watching her intently for a few seconds before turning to Sir Donovan.

  “Please, sit and tell me what’s been happening while I was gone.”

  Sir Donovan sat, and Helena tried to tune them out as she focused on keeping the weight inside her ass. Her muscles were already sore from wearing a plug for more than three hours, and even now they were protesting the intrusion, trying to push it out.

  She clenched her muscles, then shut her eyes and bit her lip in concentration. The men were joking about something, but she knew TK watched her, to make sure she did as instructed. The discomfort was almost unbearable now, and she had no idea how long she’d been standing there. The plug felt as if it weighed five pounds, and her anal muscles screamed in protest.

  “Milord.” She whispered the word, then hoped he hadn’t heard her.

  “Yes, shorty?”

  “Please, Milord. I’m sorry.”

  “Just a little while longer. You’re doing so well. Don’t mess up now.”

  The plug slipped, and she clenched harder, working it back up inside her.

  “Good girl. That’s good.” He sat forward. “Tell me how you feel, mentally.”

  “I’m truly sorry for my disrespect. I want to please you, really I do.”

  He turned to Sir Donovan. “Time?”

  “About a minute and a half more.”

  Helena wasn’t sure she would make it that long. Her anus throbbed now, the pain radiating through her body. The part of her that liked pain, though, loved every minute the plug was inside her. Her clit throbbed with need and she knew her pussy glistened with moisture.

  TK didn’t mention it, though. He watched her as Sir Donovan glanced back and forth between her and the watch. When he finally called time, she gave TK a pleading look. He walked behind her and pulled out the plug, patting her bottom.

  “Good girl. Now, who am I?”

  “My Lord and Master.”

  He kissed her shoulder, then turned to Sir Donovan. “Inform the staff that Helena will be staying with me, but she is not to be touched without my express permission.”

  “Very well, Sir TK.” Donovan stood.

  “Please have slave Celia come and measure her for robes.” TK turned to Helena. “In our rooms, you will be naked, unless you are given express permission from me to wear clothing. I will pick out a training collar for you, and any jewelry I require. When you are in the club, you will wear only what I choose. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Milord.”

  He stepped in front of her and cupped her pussy. “Someone wants to come, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Milord.” For a few minutes, she thought he would deny her. Then he released one of her hands from the cuff and stepped back.

  “Then come.” Helena locked her gaze on his face as her fingers parted her wet folds. She stroked her clit, pushing her bar down into the soft skin. “Milord, oh!” Her body jerked against the chains as intense pleasure rolled through her. He stepped closer and cradled her head against his chest as she rode out the pleasure, her body jerking with aftershocks.

  “May I come again?”

  “I think not.” He kissed her forehead, then put one arm around her waist as he released her other hand. She slumped against him, pleasure still coursing through her.

  Without being asked, Sir Donovan released her legs. TK caressed her behind. “Go and wash up. Then hurry back.”

  * * * * *

  When she was gone, Donovan turned to TK. “Very nice. I’m jealous.”

  “If my instincts are right, she’s never had any kind of formal training.”

  “Surely not. She seems very adept.”

  “At rougher sex, yes. But she’s missing the training that gives a sub purpose, makes her understand what she’s feeling, and what her Master is feeling. I’ll find out soon enough whether she’s really suited for this lifestyle. I plan some intense training with her, and as such may spend a lot of time up here.”

  “You can count on me, TK. I’ll make sure things are taken care of downstairs.”

  “Thank you for that. Which reminds me, did you install the chains on my bed, as I asked?”

  “Of course. And don’t worry about spending too much time up here. Just let me watch you top her once in a while, and I’ll be happy.”

  “I might let you play with us a time or two, depending on how things go. Something tells me she’d enjoy it, very much.” He clapped his friend on the shoulder. “It’s not the physical side I’m worried about, it’s the psychological one.”

  Chapter Five

  The notebook pages were mostly empty. Helena stared at them, wondering exactly what TK would say when he came back from downstairs and asked what she’d written about. Her topic was her first BDSM experience. And she had less than half a page. Even to her, that was pretty sorry.

  When he’d left soon after her punishment, he’d told her he’d be back right after midnight, and he expected her to have her first assignment completed. She glanced at the half page again. Maybe she could elaborate a little bit. Add something to make it seem better. But what would she add?

  He’d asked for feelings, and she’d added those in. She’d had two orgasms that night. That was a great memory, if you asked her. She tapped the pencil against the paper, then sighed and set them both down on the coffee table. The furniture in this room made her feel small.

  She hugged her legs to her chest and looked around, trying to think of something else she could add. It had been a fairly straightforward experience. She and Shawn wanted to try bondage, so they had. He’d tied her to the bed, then teased her for almost half an hour, not allowing her to come, keeping just enough pressure on her body to drive her crazy.

  When she had come, she’d come very hard. She did remember that. Well, if TK didn’t like what she’d written, there was nothing she could do about it. He’d asked for her first BDSM experience and she’d given it to him.

  Thinking about it brought Shawn’s face out of her memory and she smiled. They’d been so great together. When he’d died it had almost killed her. Only Harper’s support had kept her from falling apart. Thinking of her baby sister happily ensconced in her home with Oscar and Walker made Helena laugh. Harper was the ultimate control freak. For her to have two Doms, when Helena had none, made no sense.

  But I do have a Dom. A very handsome one who played me to a T this afternoon, even if it was punishment. But he’s not really my Dom. He’s just trying to help push me back from the outer rims of humanity.

  The door opened and the man in question walked in. He wore a pair of jeans and a loose white linen top that complimented his beautiful skin and muscles.

  “Hello, shorty. Have a good night?”

  “Yes, Milord. And you?”

  “Normal. Still going on, but I wanted to come and see how you
were coming along with your assignment.”

  She picked up the notebook. “Shall I read it to you, Milord?”

  “No.” He sat down in one of the huge chairs. “Kneel before me, and then give me the book.”

  She did as he asked, settling back on her knees when he started to read.

  “Up straight, legs spread, hands behind you back, and head down.” His words were demanding. “When I tell you to kneel in front of me, I don’t mean sit as if you’re at a campfire. You will stay at attention until I say otherwise.”

  “I’m sorry, Milord.” She obeyed his orders, spreading her legs so that she was on display for him.

  “Respect for your Master is paramount. I thought you understood that.”

  “I do, Milord. It’s just been a while.”

  The room grew quiet while he studied her. “You might think that, Helena. But I think it’s much more than that. Now, stay silent while I read.”

  She knew it wouldn’t take him long to finish the half page. She wanted to look up so that she could see the expression on his face, but she also wanted to obey his commands, so she stayed in position. The silence extended and her nerves grew tauter. When he finally spoke she felt a profound sense of relief.

  “It sounds as if you enjoyed it.”

  “I did, Milord.”

  “How did he tie you?”

  “To the bed, Milord.”

  “Details, shorty, I want details.”

  She lifted her gaze to his. “Details, Milord?”

  “How did he tie you, and with what did he tie you?”

  “He tied me spread-eagled with scarves, Milord.”

  His nod was almost imperceptible. “And what did he tease you with? His hands? A feather? A scarf?”

  “His hands, Milord.”

  “And you had two orgasms?”

  “Yes, Milord.” Helena’s feelings of unease were stronger now, and she kept her gaze trained on him.

  “Who did your training, Helena? Your husband?”

  Helena thought about lying to him, but knew it would do no good. He’d keep probing at her until he got the truth. “No one, Milord.”

  “No Dom has ever trained you?”

  “No, Milord. I read a few books after Shawn died. I wanted to keep experiencing the type of sex life we had together.”

  “When Ty asked who trained you, what did you tell him?”

  “My husband, Milord.”

  TK nodded. “Well, I’m going to train you now. BDSM is more than just rough sex. It’s more than tying someone to the bed and teasing them to orgasm, although that sounds like a great deal of fun.”

  She grinned at him, loving the look of pleasure that lit up his face. “BDSM is best when the people involved have a bond. And that bond is created through trust, communication, and shared feelings.”

  Warmth suffused her belly.

  “Stand up, but stay in your attention position.”

  Helena stood, her legs spread, head bowed, and arms behind her back.

  “Very good. Listen to me carefully, Helena, because I will not repeat myself. When I enter or leave a room, you will kneel before me and kiss my cock. When you wake, the first thing you will do is kiss my cock, and before you go to sleep, it is the last thing you will do. Likewise, anytime I dismiss you from a room you will kiss my cock. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Milord.”

  “This will remind you of your servitude.”

  “Yes, Milord.”

  “As your Master, I promise to care for you, both physically and mentally. I promise to be open to you, and to listen to your concerns. I will respect you, Helena, as I hope you will respect me. I trust you to open yourself to me, and I will guide you to the best of my abilities. Now, tell me what you expect of me.”

  “Excuse me, Milord?”

  “What do you expect of me, as your Master?”

  “To dominate me, Milord.” She frowned when he said nothing. “Is that the wrong answer?”

  “Not wrong, no, but lacking in thought. I want to go beyond sex with you, Helena. Let me into your psyche. That will build a bond between us. Tell me why you think Harper bonded so well with Walker and Oscar.”

  “They made her come, Milord.”

  “So, she couldn’t orgasm?”

  “That’s right, Milord.”

  “And she has with them?”

  “Yes, Milord.”

  He relaxed into the chair. “Why do you think that is?”

  “Because they hit the right buttons for her, Milord.”

  “Maybe. But maybe it was just that they bonded, mentally. They took the time to relax her, to make her feel comfortable with them.”

  Helena nodded but didn’t answer.

  “I’m going to leave you some books to read over tomorrow. Then, I’m going to ask you again about what you want from me as a Master.” He stood. “Until then, I have a training collar for you. Have you worn a collar before?”

  “Yes, Milord.”

  “For a scene, or longer?”

  “For longer.” She cleared her throat in discomfort. “Guest made me wear one, Milord.”

  “Did he ask you to accept it from him?”

  She shook her head in confusion. “No, Milord. He gave me no choice.”

  “There is always a choice, shorty, otherwise it’s abuse, and that is unacceptable.” He stood and crossed to her. “This one will be locked around your neck, and I will have the only key. When it is time to bathe, I will take it off, then reattach it afterward. Another sign of your servitude.”

  “Yes, Milord.”

  “Good. The items for your collaring are on the dresser in my bedroom. Go and get them.”

  “Yes, Milord.” She started to walk, then remembered his words from earlier. She dropped to her knees and placed her lips on the outline of his cock, kissing it gently. She could tell he was hard, and she hoped he would let her play with him tonight.

  “Very good, shorty.” He gently stroked her hair. She stood and hurried to the bedroom. It wasn’t hard to find the collar. It was a large, black leather object with a D-ring hanging from the front. There were smaller D-rings on the sides. Lying next to it was a leather leash and a lock and key. She picked up the items and headed toward the main room, her heart pounding. Her pussy was drenched with anticipation, but she had no idea if they would have sex or not.

  It’s not just about sex, Helena. Remember that. Tell yourself that.

  It was hard to remember that, though, when it had been about sex for so long, about her love for the harder side of lovemaking. Once in the other room she knelt and placed her lips against the outline of TK’s cock.

  He murmured his approval, then held out his hand. “Give me the collar.” She watched as he turned it over in his hands, as if studying the construction.

  “This collar is a symbol of my ownership of you. It’s a training collar. If we decide to make things permanent at some point, it will be replaced. Now, kiss it to show me you accept it, and my ownership of your body.”

  The leather was cool under her lips, yet the kiss heated her insides as nothing had ever done before. Her pussy, already wet and needy, tightened in anticipation. TK held it in front of her face for a few moments, then knelt behind her and fastened it around her neck. When the lock clicked into place, panic raced through her body.

  Her fingers clawed at the leather, which wasn’t tight, and she pulled on the ring. “Do we have to lock it?”

  “Yes.” His hands were on her shoulders now. She could feel his hot breath on her shoulder as he spoke. “Take a deep breath. You’re going to be all right.”

  When she dropped her hand back down to her side, he stood and walked back around to the front. “You’re sub Helena now. Only I will call you shorty.”

  “Yes, Milord.”

  “Give me the leash.” Once he’d attached it to the ring, he tugged on it. “I’m going to have to train you to leash commands. One tug means stop. Two means go. Three tugs means for you to get into p
osition on your knees or to stand if you’re already kneeling, and four means just that, for you to get on all fours, shoulders down, legs spread, ass high in the air, and pointed toward me. And, if you are on your knees when I tug twice you will follow me on your hands and knees. Understood?”

  “Yes, Milord.” He tugged three times on the leash and she stood.

  “Very nice.” He trailed the leather across her nipples, which tingled and hardened more. “Such hard little nipples. And I smell a wet pussy. Does my shorty want to come?”

  “Yes, Milord.”

  “Let’s see if you can earn that privilege, or if you go to bed without.” He tugged three times and she went down on her knees. Then he turned and tugged twice before walking toward the sofa. She followed him on all fours, her excitement going up yet another notch.

  She imagined being outside her body, watching them, her hulking Master holding her leash as she crawled behind him. Her pussy clenched and she wanted to beg him to stop right there, to fuck her hard. She bit back her words, though, and concentrated on doing as he’d said.

  When he sat down he tugged once and she stopped. “Very nice.” He ran his free hand over his hard cock. She could see the outline of it in his pants. “I’m going to have to have Sir Donovan build a step for you, so that when you’re on your knees you’re at the proper height to suck my cock.”

  “I’d like that, Milord.”

  “Yes, you will.” He teased her nipple with the leash again. “How are you feeling? Better?”

  “Yes, Milord.”

  “Good. Shorty, if at any time you feel anxiety, you have to let me know. I won’t say it again, and it’s your responsibility to do so.”

  “Yes, Milord.”

  Touch me! I can’t stand it anymore. Please! Fuck me, let me suck you. Do something.

  TK sat back in his chair, wrapping her leash around his hand. He tugged three times and she stood. The tension on the leash kept her from standing upright, though, so she bent slightly, her head very near his chest. Her gaze focused on his hand, which stroked his cock.

  He kept her in that position for a few minutes before loosening the tension. “Very good. Stand up straight.”