Tygers 5: Sweet Redemption

by Melinda Barron

  She whimpered and mewled, begging him to fuck her hard. He drove into her with a force that lifted her onto her toes. Her arms ached from their position, and her body hummed for him.

  She begged and cried for more as he fucked her, telling him she’d never had such a magnificent dick up her ass, that she would crave him for the rest of her life. She wanted to feel his cum buried deep inside her, hot and wet.

  The sound of their flesh slapping together competed with her sounds. Each noise she made seemed to make him fuck her harder. His hands ground into her hips as he kept her in place, pounding himself into her ass. Each thrust made her rope panties and corset dig into her, the feeling pleasantly painful to her.

  When she felt him stiffen, she yelled out for his cum. “Give it to me, Master, make me complete! Drive it deep inside me.”

  “Fuck me.” TK’s voice was ragged with exertion, and Helena tried to relax under him. “You’ve got a tight little ass, shorty. It felt like coming home.” He released the chain, his arm under her to catch her before she could fall. He was still buried deep inside her.

  It took three easy tugs for him to release the ropes around her arm. She let them drop as he held her against him.

  “Thank you, Milord, for fucking my ass.”

  “You’re welcome, shorty.” She felt his cock slip from her ass and then he lifted her as if she were nothing, carrying her at his side, her face still turned toward the floor. He crossed into the bedroom and placed her on the bed. “On all fours, spread those cheeks so I see that just-fucked asshole.”

  When she was spread, his fingers teased her rosette. “Very nice. Play with that pussy, come while you’re in the most submissive position there is. Come for your Master.”

  Helena pushed aside her rope panties, her hands sinking into her wetness. She knew it wouldn’t take long, but she didn’t want to rush it. She stroked her clit, then moved her fingers around it, applying pressure and then releasing it, building up to what she knew would be a fantastic climax.

  “That’s it, nasty girl. You know how to make yourself come hard. Do it now.” Helena pinched her clit at his command and she soared, her body trembling as he continued to examine her.

  When she finally collapsed on the bed he stroked her thigh. “Thank you, Milord.”

  “Thank you, shorty. Now let’s bathe and go to sleep. You’ve exhausted me. I hope I can get it up for my morning blowjob.”

  She turned an evil grin on him. “I’ll make sure of it, Milord. I promise you.”

  Chapter Eleven

  I’ve served as Sir Ulrich’s model for three nights now, his ropes binding me in various positions for the people who attend his demonstrations. Each night I feel a little more like myself. At various times I look up and find Milord TK watching, a note of pride on his handsome face. It makes me warm inside, in more ways than one.

  He has not brought up the incident in the clearing again, and I hope that it is forgotten. Each night after M’s Playhouse closes, he puts me on my leash and takes me on “rounds” with him, checking cabanas to make sure they are empty, or if they are not that the person inside is a trusted member who has permission to stay after the club has closed. Twice we have come close to the clearing, but have not passed through the trees into it.

  The first night, when we neared the cabana where Guest had held me, panic welled inside me. My wonderful Master sensed it. He stopped, stepped up next to me, leaning over to whisper in my ear that memories could only hurt me if I let them.

  “You are mine now,” he said. “Aren’t you?”

  “Yes, Milord, I am yours. And he is gone.”

  And in that moment it was almost as if Guest were gone. Almost as if he’d been physically standing there, and then disappeared. All I could see in my mind, and in front of me, was Milord TK, his strong hands holding my leash.

  The leash binds me to him in a way that is hard to describe. It reminds me that I belong to him, that he has taken over control of me, and cares for me. It reminds me to let him lead me, to help me in all things.

  I have to wonder, though, how long it will last. Not the losing memory part, but the time with Milord TK. When he’d proposed that I come with him it hadn’t been a permanent thing. Giving him up will be painful, and I hope it doesn’t happen anytime soon.

  Helena closed the notebook as the door opened. TK came inside and she crossed to him, kissing his cock in greeting.

  “Hello, pet. How are you today?” He stroked her head and she smiled up at him. He’d been gone when she’d awoken this morning. She’d seen him briefly at lunch, and then he’d disappeared again until now.

  “Fine, Milord, and you?”

  “It’s been a busy day. I had quite a few things to take care of. I’ve hoped you’ve amused yourself, without actually amusing yourself.”

  “Well, I thought about playing with my pussy, but I was afraid you’d catch me.” She glanced up at him, loving the look of feral domination that came over his face.

  “Sometimes just the thought of it can get you punished. Do you need punishing, Helena?” It was the first mention of punishment since “the incident,” and it alternately thrilled and frightened her. Here was the chance to test her resolve to keep Guest from her mind.

  “Will you blindfold me?”

  “No.” She saw weariness cross his face.

  “You can, you know. I can handle it, Milord.”

  “Not yet. First I want you to put on the outfit that slave Celia brought up this afternoon.”

  Helena blinked. She’d been so busy with her writing she’d forgotten about the box the other woman had brought up that morning.

  “I put it in the bedroom and didn’t open it, Milord.”

  “Very good, because I want to watch you put it on.” He sat down in his chair and drummed his fingers on the arms. “Go and get it.”

  She was back quickly, setting the box on the couch and opening it slowly. She undid the tissue paper inside, her eyes widening at what lay inside. “Oh, Milord.”

  “Do you like it?”

  “Very much so, Milord.”

  “Good. Put it on.”

  She lifted it out of the box, her hands shaking. It was a leather harness, in a deep purple color. She studied it carefully before stepping into it and snapping the straps into place; they went around her breasts, over her stomach, and around her thighs. Her buttocks were bare, and for the most part so was the rest of her body. Yet she felt as if she were encased in silk, the leather caressing her as if it were TK’s own fingers.

  “So beautiful, Milord. She’s quite an artist.”

  “Yes, she is. Take out the rest.”

  “There’s more, Milord?”

  She moved aside tissue paper to find a bustle, made out of satin material. There was also a pair of purple leather gloves, which would reach above her elbows.

  “Put on the gloves, then bring the bustle to me and I’ll attach it.” Her body screamed for his touch as he snapped the bustle into place. She wanted more than the fleeting feel of his fingers against her skin. She wanted him inside her, now. But she waited, unlike the Helena of the past who would have screamed to be fucked.

  “Thank you, Milord.”

  “You look beautiful, shorty. And now, I have a treat for you.”

  “Another one, Milord?”

  “Yes, and it’s waiting for you downstairs.” He put his hands on her hips and moved her so that she turned toward him. “How are you feeling?”

  “Fine, Milord.”

  “I’ve planned a public scene, a whipping at Sir Donovan’s hands. Are you ready for it?”

  “Yes, Milord.” She knew this was a test, to see how she would do. Being a bondage model put her on display, but it was not a scene. This would require her to show Sir TK she was working toward their shared goal of healing. “I won’t let you down, Milord.”

  “What about yourself, shorty? This isn’t just for me; this is for you, too.”

  “I’m ready for it, Milord.” She ra
n her hands down her thighs. “More than ready.”

  “You may always use your safe word. I’ve told Sir Donovan what it is.”

  “Thank you, Milord. But that won’t be necessary.” At least I hope it won’t.

  * * * * *

  Harper asked me one time why I liked to be hurt, to feel pain. I tried to explain it to her, but it was difficult to do. Someone who doesn’t enjoy pain would see great agony at being at the other end of a flogger, or cat. I find great joy in it. The intense stimulation roars through my body like a freight train, igniting nerve endings until I think I might go crazy from need.

  Truthfully, it’s not just the physical experience, although that is intense and extremely satisfying. It is also being close to the person who is flogging you. There is a trust there; although I don’t think I really understood that until now. You trust that person to bring you pleasure, and not overstep their bounds and cause you permanent damage.

  If Harper were here right now, reading over my shoulder as I wrote, she would be shaking her head, saying you can feel trust with the people you are with, in her case Walker and Oscar, but what about when the person you are with gives you to someone else to flog. Before I would have said it was just the physical pleasure I got from it. But now it’s different. I trust Milord TK to watch over me and care for me, and in that respect, he would not allow someone to flog me who would hurt me.

  The things I have learned are amazing. Guest never “warmed me up” before a scene. Instead, when he was in the mood to hurt me, that is exactly what he did, either doing the work himself or giving me to someone else who would hurt me. It was never pleasant-pain, never anything that I enjoyed. And always with the damned blindfold on.

  Milord TK would never do that. I know now that there is so much more to flogging, and BDSM, than the physical side. I’m grateful to Milord for teaching me that.

  He led her to the whipping room, where Sir Donovan was demonstrating the use of a single tail, telling the crowd the whip was for only for the most experienced Doms/Dommes. The sound of the whip cracked through the air, and Helena shivered.

  Sir Donovan nodded when he saw TK, and Helena’s stomach rolled just a bit. She loved to be whipped, but this was the first time it had happened in public in quite some time.

  “I have a little demonstration for you. Sub Helena has graciously consented to be my model for this.” He walked to the back of the room and took her leash from TK. “Now, I’m not going to tie her, because I want her to be able to move so I can show you various things. But, I will ask her to take hold of the ropes hanging from the ceiling.”

  Helena stepped in between the ropes and clasped them, one in each hand. Her arms were now spread, and she knew to spread her legs. Slave Celia came and took off the bustle.

  “The first thing, as you should know by now, is to warm up your submissive.” Sir Donovan’s voice was full of authority. “Never, ever, whip a slave without a warm up period. This gets them into the right frame of mind, physically and mentally. I like to warm up with a little flogging.

  “This flogger is made of deerskin,” Sir Donovan said as he traced the tendrils gently over Helena’s breasts. “It has a nice bite to it and is easy to use.”

  Helena clasped the ropes tighter as the flogging increased in intensity. The tendrils smacked her breasts and stomach, moving down to her pussy and thighs. Her body tingled in delight and she moaned softly.

  “That’s it, sub Helena. Let our audience know you’re enjoying your flogging.”

  “Yes, Sir Donovan.” She moaned loudly, rocking into the strikes. Her body was on fire, and her mind lulled by the pain. She loved it, and she felt safe here, safe knowing that neither Milord TK, nor Sir Donovan, would do anything to harm her.

  When Sir Donovan moved around to her back she bit her lower lip, and her gaze found TK, who stood at the back of the room, nodding his approval. The sight only fueled her enjoyment more. As the cords landed on her buttocks and upper thighs she thought she might come on the spot. She knew she was dripping wet.

  When it seemed like the flogger had touched every part of her body he stopped and had her turn so that her back was to the audience.

  “I’m going to give our cooperative sub three lashes with a single tail. I’ve made this one myself, from deerskin, and it’s about three feet long. You want to make sure you stay in the area of her buttocks. I stand to the side, because direct hits could break the skin, and that’s not something we want to happen.”

  The whip rose and fell three times, each strike making Helena jump. Her clit tingled with need as the pain spread through her. She barely heard Sir Donovan admonish his group one more time on how important it was to receive full training before using a single tail whip.

  TK was in front of her now, stroking her cheek.

  “How do you feel, shorty?”

  “Milord, I need to come.”

  “That’s what I wanted to hear. Just a few more minutes, and I’ll allow it. We’ll go upstairs and you can properly thank Sir Donovan for your pleasure. Are you ready for that?”

  “Yes, Milord. Thank you, Milord.” She turned to watch Sir Donovan give his whip to a young Dom she hadn’t yet met; then he came over to join them.

  “Thank you, Sir Donovan.”

  “It was my pleasure.” He gave TK a questioning look and she knew they’d agreed upon something earlier, and that something depended on how she felt. When TK nodded, she felt her body soar even higher. She knew TK was going to share her with his friend, and she felt none of the qualms or nervousness that she’d felt when friends of Guest’s had come over. This one would be a pleasure.

  TK took her leash, which hung to the floor, and wrapped it in his fist. He tugged twice and she followed them up the two flights of stairs to TK’s private rooms. Once inside, Sir Donovan went directly to the couch and sat down where he stroked himself through the leather of his pants.

  “Kneel in front of him,” TK said. “Kiss his cock as you do mine, to thank him for your pleasure.”

  Small tendrils of fear tried to push their way forward, but Helena held them back, knowing that TK would do nothing to harm her. She knelt in front of Sir Donovan and kissed his cock. She could see him straining to be loose, hardening even more as her lips touched his crotch.

  “I’m going to flog you while you suck him,” TK said. “And then, I’m going to bury my cock in your sweet ass.”

  ‘Thank you, Milord.” TK walked to the wall to select a flogger while Sir Donovan took his cock from his pants. She licked her lips as he unfolded before her eyes, his cock long and hard.

  “Wait for permission,” TK said. “And, before we start, a little extra pain for my sweet shorty, who’s been such a good girl today. Up on your feet.”

  She stood, moaning in a mixture of pain and pleasure as TK attached small weights to her nipple rings, then put a clit clamp around her engorged flesh.

  “Now, suck him. But be careful of your teeth.”

  TK’s command felt like a caress. “Yes, Milord.” She knelt and took Sir Donovan’s cock in her mouth just as the flogger hit her behind. The movement sent the weights jiggling, adding to the sensations already roaring through her body like a freight train. TK’s lashes were harder than Sir Donovan’s, and the pain more intense on top of the flogging and three whip strikes she’d taken earlier in the evening.

  She sucked Sir Donovan’s cock hard, timing her movements to when she thought the cords would fly across her buttocks and thighs. Sir Donovan wound his fingers into her hair and pushed her down harder as TK continued his assault. The weights and clamps were sweet torture, and she wanted to beg to be allowed to come, but Sir Donovan kept her mouth firmly attached to his cock.

  When her body started to shake, she felt TK kneel down behind her. She heard the rip of a condom package as Sir Donovan continued to guide her head on his cock, his hardness throbbing inside her. She nibbled and licked on him in the same way she did her Master. From his soft groans she knew he was enjoying
it as much as she was.

  TK’s fingers dipped into her pussy. She felt him spread wetness back to her anus, coating the little rosette to ease his entry. His thumb pressed against her, then pushed inside her opening. She moaned around Sir Donovan’s cock. TK fucked her with his thumb before replacing it with first one, then two fingers, the sweet pressure of his digits invading her body like nectar. Not being able to beg was torture in and of itself, and when TK pushed his cock into her ass she thought she would come right then and there.

  His thrust was quick and even, and it didn’t take long before he was buried deep inside her.

  “So tight. So beautiful, my shorty. My Helena.” He grasped her hips and started to fuck her in hard, quick jabs. Her body responded by clenching around him.

  Donovan’s “fuck,” came seconds before his cock exploded, flooding Helena’s mouth as one of TK’s hands moved from her hips to her head.

  “Drink him down,” TK said. “And when you’ve sucked him empty and licked him clean, I want you to come Helena, and come hard.”

  After she’d taken the last of his cum into her, Helena lifted her head and rocked herself back into TK’s cock. The small movement was all it took. He pounded himself into her ass as the pain she felt from the weights and from her floggings turned into exquisite pleasure that roared through her body.

  “Master!” She clasped Sir Donovan’s thighs as she came, her body throbbing as TK continued to hammer his cock into her ass.

  “Again!” TK’s voice sounded deeper than she’d ever heard. Donovan’s fingers moved to her clit and pulled on the clamp, and the pain shot through her. Helena came again as the whip master slapped his other hand against the upper part of her ass repeatedly.

  She felt TK stiffen behind her, then thrust harder as he came. She knew she would be sore tomorrow, both from the whippings and from the hard fucking she’d just received, but she didn’t care. She’d done as her Master wanted, and not once had her mind drifted to anywhere but the two men who now stroked her back, their words of praise like sweet balm to her lash marks.