Tygers 5: Sweet Redemption

by Melinda Barron

  “I’m very glad to hear that. With me you have a clean slate, a chance to start over, and to learn a new way to look at things. Go and get your leash. I think you deserve a reward.”

  “Yes, Milord.” When she was gone, he took a deep breath. His cock strained against his pants, and knew he had to have her tonight. It would strengthen the bond they were forging, and make her, and him, stronger. And he knew just the place to take her. He took the phone from his pocket and pressed the Call button to put his plans into motion.

  * * * * *

  Helena tried to keep up with TK’s pace, but her short legs were already working overtime. They’d hurried through the main part of the house. He hadn’t allowed her to dress, and it thrilled her to be naked, and on his leash.

  They were near what she knew was the back door when a man with blond hair stopped them. His hair was tied in a ponytail and hung to his waist. He was TK’s size, with huge hands, and a few heavy scars on his forearms that made her want to ask what they were from.

  When he looked at her, she lowered her gaze.

  “Helena, this is Sir Ulrich, an aptly named man for work in a BDSM club, if you ask me. He is our bondage Master.”

  “Hello, Sir Ulrich.”

  “Helena.” He handed TK a bag. “Is there anything else, Sir TK?”

  “Not until tomorrow. I would like you there around eight, before the rush starts.”

  “Very well.” He actually winked at her before he left, and butterflies took off in her belly. What was happening tomorrow night? For that matter, what was happening tonight? She’d really thought TK would take her while they were upstairs. She thought the time was right, but maybe he didn’t. She wasn’t sure.

  “What’s tomorrow night, Milord, if I might ask?”

  “You may ask, but I won’t necessarily answer. You’ll like Sir Ulrich. In addition to being our bondage Master, he likes to play with knives and swords. He likes to be a naughty boy.”

  “The scars.”

  “Exactly. From his training days, I believe.” He pulled twice on her leash and she hurried to keep up.

  The full moon cast a huge light across the yard as they exited the back door. In the distance, Helena could see the cabanas, specifically the one where Guest had been about to auction her off for a whipping before TK’s security guards burst in and rescued her.

  She looked away from the cabana and looked in the direction TK headed, toward the beach. She loved the beach and all it entailed, sand and surf. But when they got near the sand, he veered off the right, walking through a copse of trees. When he stopped them, they were in a small clearing, where a table made of black marble sat in the middle. It sat on a large base, centered in the middle, with five steps leading up to it.

  “Up you go, Helena.”

  “Yes, Milord.” A huge part of her wanted to run, but then she remembered her list, and all she’d read that afternoon. She climbed the steps to the table, which seemed more like an altar, and grabbed an edge to pull her body up. The marble was cold, and when she was flat on her back, TK took her leash and attached it to something behind her so that her head was pulled back slightly, the angle just uncomfortable enough to keep her on edge.

  “You’ve just given me a very precious gift, Helena.” He stroked her forehead.

  “I did?”

  “Yes, you gave me your trust. When you saw the cabanas, you wanted to run, I could tell. But you didn’t. You stayed with me. You trusted me enough to stay. Now, you must trust me to bring us both exquisite pleasure.”

  “I do, Milord.”

  His lips were gentle against hers, and then he was gone. She heard him open the bag he’d brought, and then he bound her arms and legs to the table, wrapping lengths of soft cord around her and then attaching them to hooks in the table.

  Adrenaline flowed through her veins. This was unlike anything she’d ever done before. She felt like a virgin sacrifice to the gods of old, and it thrilled her to no end.

  “What does my shorty like? Tell me.” He was standing at her head, his hands softly massaging her temples.

  “You, Milord.”

  “Good to hear, but tell me what else you like, what you crave.”

  “Pain, Milord.”

  “How long has it been since you’ve had pain, Helena, pain that you liked?”

  “A very long time, Milord.”

  “I’m going to be rough with you tonight. If, at anytime you want to stop, you will use the safe word of your choosing. Tell me what you select.”

  Helena thought about her life, about the one thing that was constant for her, the one person she had to make amends with soon. “Sister, Milord.”

  “Very well.” He continued to stroke her. “We’ll start with a little clit whipping and go from there.”

  She wanted to scream out her pleasure at the sound of his words. He went back to the bag and then crossed to side of the table. He spread her outer lips easily.

  “Someone’s a wet little slut.”

  “Yes, Milord.”

  He slapped her pussy a few times, just hard enough for her clit to quiver.

  “Just a little warm up. It’s important to make sure a submissive is warmed up before the actual scene starts.”

  “Yes, Milord.” Her chest rose and fell with excitement. The strikes were just hard enough for her to enjoy, but not tough enough to make her come. She gasped when he held up a clothespin, then attached it to the skin just above her hood piercing. The tension was exquisite, and she lifted her hips, bucking them quickly.

  “Yes, Milord, yes.”

  “Do you like that?”

  “Yes, Milord.”

  “Well, let’s try this then.” He took a second one and placed it around her clit, the lips grazing over the sensitive nub. Her hip movements increased and he slapped her thigh.

  “Hold still. I didn’t give you permission to move. Until I say otherwise, you will lie there and take what I give you.”

  “As you command, Milord.” The throbbing pain was intense, and Helena loved every second of it. When she heard the sound of leather flying through the air, and felt it strike on the top clothespin, she tensed. The wood moved, rattling the sensitive skin it held captive. The pain spread through her body and TK struck again, the tip of the leather dancing across the bottom clip this time. Her body cried out in protest at the pain, then screamed in pleasure. The next strikes came fast, landing on the clips, and sometimes on her soft skin.

  Her orgasm built quickly, the pain pushing it up into her body.

  “Milord!”

  “Yes?” He sounded almost bored and she cried out again. “I’m going to come.” She pulled against her cuffs as he continued to whip the now overly stimulated area.

  “Then come. Now.” The strikes came quicker, harder. When the soft leather hit her clit, Helena came, screaming at the top of her lungs.

  “More, oh Milord, more.”

  “Come again, slut. Show me how much you like it.” He continued to whip the area as she came again, fighting against her bonds this time, struggling hard to get away. It took her a few minutes to realize he’d taken the clothespins off and now stroked her forehead.

  “Come back to me.” His touch was gentle. “Are you all right?”

  “Yes, Milord.” Her chest heaved as aftershocks rocked her body. The pain that radiated through her clit as the blood flowed back to the area made them sweeter, and sharper.

  “I’ve never seen a sub come so hard from a clit whipping.” His smirk made her laugh, then groan in pleasure as his hands moved to her breasts. “I thought you were going to hurt yourself there for a minute.”

  He rubbed a nipple between each thumb and forefinger before pinching hard. She whimpered and he pinched harder, the pain radiating down to her clit. The nub, still aching from its whipping, tightened in as if to protect itself.

  “No more, please, Milord. Please. I want you to fuck me.”

  “Really? Well, later, I will. Right now I want to torture you, watc
h you squirm, watch you come again.” He walked to the bag again. This time when he came back he blindfolded her.

  “Milord?” Panic infused her body. She tried to tell herself that he wasn’t Guest, that he wouldn’t hurt her, not in a way she didn’t like. Still, being bound, and blindfolded, was almost too much.

  “Milord, no.”

  “Yes. Stay calm.”

  “No, please. Too much, I beg you, TK, take it off.” She pulled on her arms, the cuffs chafing against her wrist.

  “Helena, shush, it’s all right.”

  “No. No!” She jerked on her bonds harder. Instead of TK’s voice she could hear Guest.

  “I don’t give a fuck what you want, bitch. You’re here for my pleasure. You gave yourself to me and I’m what matters, not you.”

  “Sister, sister, sister.” She thrashed against the table, the marble hard against her.

  “Shush, shush, it’s coming off.” The blindfold was removed. His hand cradled her head. “Lie still or you’re going to hurt yourself. Stay calm while I undo your ties.”

  Tears streamed down her face as he undid her bindings. When she was free she sat up and he gathered her in his arms.

  “It’s all right, Helena; you’re safe. It’s all right.” He held her close as she cried into his chest. She wanted the world to open up and swallow her whole. But even as the thought occurred to her, she knew it wasn’t true. She wanted TK to hold her for the rest of his life, to keep her safe in the comfort of his arms, and never let her go.

  * * * * *

  “I’d like to cut the bastard’s balls off.” TK slugged down the jigger of scotch he held in his hand.

  “I’ll help you shove them down his throat.” Donovan refilled TK’s glass, then got a drink for himself. They both turned to Jackson as he came out of the bedroom.

  “Well?”

  “I gave her a mild sedative, just to help her sleep. She’s going to have some nasty bruises on her wrists and ankles. Have her come see me in the morning and I’ll take another look at them.”

  “Thanks, Doc.”

  “You’re welcome.” He sat down and poured himself a glass of scotch.

  “She would have had bruises anyway. We were playing fairly rough. I really thought she was ready for it. Makes me the idiot, doesn’t it?”

  “Don’t be so hard on yourself,” Jackson replied. “You never know how people are going to react, or what’s going to set off bad memories. What did it this time?”

  “The blindfold.”

  “Has she told you what he did to her?” Donovan reached to refill his glass.

  “No, and stupid me, I never asked. This is my fault.”

  “You said that before,” Jackson replied. “Listen, just be patient with her in the morning. She’s going to feel pretty bad, mentally. Physically she should be fine, unless the bruising is worse than I thought it would be.”

  TK nodded, then downed another shot.

  “I’ll go downstairs and make sure things are closed up tight for the night,” Donovan said.

  “And I’ll have slave Jessica send breakfast up in the morning.” Jackson stood. “Stop beating yourself up over this. The only person who needs beating in this situation is Benjamin Guest. And whatever you do, treat her normally. She’s worried you’re upset with her. Show her that you’re not.”

  TK nodded, then looked toward the fireplace while they left. He wasn’t sure where he should go now, or what he should do. He should at least wait to go to bed until he was sure Helena was sleeping. He wanted to break things, throw all the glasses against the wall, and send the entire contents of the liquor cabinet crashing to the floor.

  Anger surged through his veins. He should have known better. He’d thought she was ready, but he hadn’t been sure about it. He’d broken her trust and put her in harm’s way. He felt lower than a snake in the grass.

  He took another shot of scotch before realizing that getting drunk was going to get him nothing but hungover. He thought about the fear in Helena’s voice as she yelled her safe word not once, but three times. He could still feel her sobbing in his arms whispering his name and muttering “I’m sorry” into his chest.

  When she’d settled down just a little, he’d gathered her into his arms and carried her up the back steps. Then he’d called down and asked Donovan to have someone collect his toy kit from the clearing, and he’d sent for Doc.

  He had to do something to push Guest from her mind. Obviously the writings weren’t working. But then again they’d only done one, really. And that hadn’t involved Guest at all. Maybe he needed to have her write down her experiences with the man, work them through that way.

  That’s not going to work, he told himself. Something had to, though. The little minx had worked her way into his heart, and he wanted to keep her there forever. He smiled as he remembered her thrashing around in pleasure while he whipped her pussy. She’d loved that. She’d trusted him enough to let him bind her to the table.

  It was the damned blindfold that had set her off. Deciding that he wasn’t doing himself, or Helena, any good, he got up and checked the front and back doors before quietly entering the bedroom.

  Her small form lay on her side of the bed, curled up into a ball and making her look even smaller. He wanted to wrap himself over her body like a shield, protecting her from everything. He went to the bathroom and brushed his teeth, splashing water on his face before stripping and taking a quick shower.

  Feeling somewhat refreshed, he dried off then walked to the bed, climbing in between the cool sheets. He turned on his side, facing her. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was even. He watched her for a few minutes, wanting to reach out and touch her but not wanting to wake her.

  “I’ll leave in the morning.” Her words, heavy with drowsiness, hit his heart like a boxer’s punch. He worked to catch his breath.

  “Do you want to leave?” The words tumbled out of his mouth and he watched as she opened her eyes, her lids droopy.

  “No, but I don’t blame you for not wanting me.”

  “I do want you, Helena. If you want to go, you can. I promised you, I’d never keep you against your will, and I meant it.”

  Helena put her hand on his, her touch soft. He could tell she was having trouble keeping her eyes open.

  “Are you sure you want me to stay, after the spectacle I made?”

  “You’re still wearing my collar, aren’t you? I didn’t take it off, or unlock it. I gave it to you, and you accepted it.”

  “Do you remember what you told me?” Her speech was slightly slurred now.

  “Which time, shorty?”

  “That as long as I slept in your bed, I’d be wearing your chains?”

  He gave her a light grin, then got up and crossed the bed, taking the cuff from the floor and attaching it to her ankle. When he made it back to the top of the bed, she was fast asleep. He crawled in next to her, taking her small hand in his hand, holding it tight. He watched her as she slept, her breathing even and calm. Somehow he had to find a way into her mind and heart, and prove to her that he cared for her and would never hurt her. It was a long time before he fell asleep.

  Chapter Nine

  He woke to her mouth on his cock, sucking him in deep, her hands playing with his balls.

  “Helena, oh baby.”

  “Milord.” She lifted her mouth from him long enough to smile at him, even if it was a tentative one. “Good morning.”

  “Oh, shorty.” He arched up into her mouth as she nibbled on him the exact same way she’d done yesterday. His balls tightened in need and he thought he would empty himself before things really got started. He hated to pull himself back, afraid she would take it as a rejection.

  “Easy baby, I don’t want to come just yet.” She pulled her mouth from him and began to lick his balls, her tongue like silk on the soft sacs.

  “I take it you decided to stay.” He sat up on one elbow and stroked her hair. “I can’t tell you how happy that makes me.”


  “Thank you, Milord.”

  Their gazes locked for a few minutes before he lay back down. “Get a condom out of the stand next to me. Dress my dick, and then mount me.”

  “As you command, Milord.” She hurried about her task, and when her hands moved beside him on their way to the nightstand, he cringed at the marks on her wrists.

  “I’m so sorry.” He took her hand and kissed her wrist, snaking his tongue over the welts.

  “It’s not your fault.” He thought she would pull away from him, but she didn’t. He kissed every mark, and then he took her other hand and did the same. When he looked back at her there were huge tears running down her face.

  He put his hand behind her neck pulling her close. He claimed her lips, the kiss soft and sensual. When she moaned he licked her lower lip, sliding inside her when she opened for him.

  “Helena.”

  “Milord.”

  He rolled them over gently, taking the condom and ripping the package, praying he didn’t damage the product inside. When it was in place, he hovered over her, almost afraid to take her, afraid he would crush her under his weight.

  “Fuck me.” The need in her eyes tightened his balls more, and he lowered himself onto her, bracing his body on his knees as he placed his cock at her soft opening and pressed inside. She clutched him with her thighs, lifting upward to allow him better access.

  Her wetness swallowed him, and his cock pulsed as her soft insides clutched him.

  “Oh, fuck.” He moved gently at first, until she bucked into him, urging him to pick up the pace. He took her at her word, fucking her in long, even strokes, sliding across her slippery flesh and reveling in the feeling of lying between her legs, now clutched tightly around his body.

  They rocked together until he felt her stiffen under him. “Milord, please!”

  “Yes.” Her pussy tightened around him as she came, her arms wrapping around him tightly. He kissed her lips as he felt a second wave of pleasure sweep over her, tightening her channel further.

  It was more than he could stand. A few hard thrusts was all it took. He emptied into her as he clutched her to his chest, his lips claiming hers and not letting go.