“We’ll make some phone calls,” Walker said. “I’ll go to Tygers tonight and talk to Ty, get a name. We have friends in legal circles who can figure out whether or not she boarded a different plane in Miami. What does she look like?”
“Short, just a little over five feet. About a hundred and twenty pounds. Dark hair. Green eyes.” While she’d been talking, she’d reached into her purse and drew out a photo, which she slid across the table.
Walker took it, his eyes widening in recognition. “I know her. But I don’t know her as Helena. She’s been with Oscar a few times, at Tygers.”
“Helena’s mentioned that name before.” Harper looked hopeful. “Are you friends with him? Maybe he knows something if he’s been with her so much.”
“He’s a good friend of mine,” Walker said, sliding the photo toward Diego. “We top together sometimes. She’s been with Oscar a lot, yes, but I don’t think he knows anything about where’s she’s at now.”
“If you didn’t call her Helena, what did you call her?”
Walker cleared his throat and shook his head.
“Tell me.” She begged him with her eyes and he sighed. He looked at Diego, who nodded.
“Oscar calls her his pain slut. She’s very much into receiving pain, and Oscar likes to give it.”
Chapter Two
“Man, I can’t believe she’s missing. Maybe she’s just off somewhere, getting nailed. And I do mean that literally.” Oscar Ruiz fell into step beside Walker as they headed toward Tygers’s front door. The two men had brought their own cars since Walker planned to work, and Oscar planned to play. They didn’t want one to get stuck waiting on the other.
Tygers was hopping that night, and they’d parked at the back of the lot, several cars apart.
“Doubt it. She and her sister are very close. Or hasn’t she mentioned that?”
“We don’t exactly talk about our families while I’m applying cane to butt, know what I mean?”
“Sometimes I worry about you,” Walker said.
“Oh, please, you love to watch so don’t make me the bad guy for loving to do it.” They neared the front door and Walker nodded at the doorman.
“Chess.”
“Master Walker. Master Oscar. Welcome.” The large man opened the door, but they stopped in front of him.
“Call your Master, subbie Chess,” Walker said. “Tell him I need to talk to him.”
“Yes, Sir.” Chess pulled out his cell phone and Oscar shook his head. “It’s just sad Helena’s gone.”
“Maybe,” Walker replied. “But I’m not into pain the way you are.”
“Bullshit. With a little time, you could be as much of an expert as I am, taking them right to the edge and then sending them flying over, screaming in ecstasy.”
“You mean screaming in pain.”
“Six of one,” Oscar replied, holding up his hands in mock surrender.
The front door opened and Ty walked out, his hand offered in greeting. “Come on in. Harper said you would come by. Chess, call Price to watch the door; then come to the office and strip.”
“Yes, Master.”
The men moved inside, walking quickly through the crowded public room. They paused at the entrance to the members’ area. Walker wasn’t surprised to find it just as crowded. When they got to Ty’s office, Ty ushered them in, then shut the door.
“I hope you don’t mind if Chess comes and sucks me off while you watch. I just saw a particularly erotic scene with Mistress Sasha and a new subbie named Lissa. If I don’t get relief soon, my cock might fall off, and as you can see, we’re hopping tonight.”
“That’s fine,” Walker said. “I’ll get right to the point. I need to talk to someone at Paragon’s about Helena Tisdale. Do you know someone?”
“I do. After I talked to Harper, I made a call. The owner is an old friend named Bruce Sawyer. We just call him Sawyer. He’s expecting your call.”
Chess entered and started to undress. Walker flicked a gaze to him, then looked back at Ty, who was stroking his cock through his jeans, his gaze fastened on his sub.
“What kinda person is this Sawyer?”
“Good. About fifty. Longtime Dom who runs a clean resort. He’s just sick about Helena.”
“I imagine he is,” Walker said. “From the sounds of it she visits three or four times a year, and from what I’ve read on the Internet, that place ain’t cheap.”
Chess started to walk toward them. Walker glanced at him, looked back at Ty, then jerked his gaze back to Chess, his eyes widening.
“Is that a lock on his cock?”
“Yes, it is,” Ty said. “Runs through his piercing. It reminds him I own that dick, doesn’t it, my slut?”
“Yes, Sir.” Chess stopped in front of them, clasped his hands behind his back and lowered his head.
“Get it hard.” Chess’s hand went to his cock, stroking it back and forth until it rose. The lock hung from the end; Walker grimaced.
“That’s gotta hurt. It looks heavy.”
“Not that bad,” Ty said, thumping the lock and sending it rocking. “Just a few ounces. Kneel on the desk so our guests can see your locked cock.”
“Yes, Master.” Chess climbed onto the empty desk, facing them and kneeling. Walker couldn’t help himself. He stared at the lock, shaking his head.
“Who has the key?”
“Why me, of course,” Ty said. “Nobody unlocks it but me. I make him wear it to work, so he remembers I own him. Sometimes I make him wear it while I fuck him. My thrusts send it rocking, and the movement reminds him that his cock is mine.”
“I love it,” Oscar said, his gaze fastened on Chess’s cock. “I’ve only topped a few men, but I’m checking piercings on the next one and making sure I have a lock on hand.”
Ty laughed, then ordered Chess to his knees on the floor. When Chess started to undo Ty’s fly, Walker held up his hand.
“I hate to interrupt the fun, but I’m on the clock. I don’t know how I’d bill Ms. Sampson for watching you get a blowjob. Do you have the number?”
“Right.” Ty took a piece of paper from his desk. “He’s expecting your call tonight. Use one of the rooms for privacy.”
Walker nodded and headed for the door. He turned back as Oscar got on his haunches, then lifted his gaze to Ty’s. “May I?” Oscar asked.
“Of course,” Ty replied. “Give him a good yank or two. I’ll have him suck you off when he’s done with me, or would you rather fuck him? I like to watch him get fucked.”
Walker laughed, then went into the hallway. Behind him, he heard Chess moan deeply. He wasn’t sure if it was in pain or pleasure, and figured it was a mixture of both, knowing Oscar.
He went downstairs to the desk and found a pretty little submissive helping a couple book a room. When they were done, he nodded at her.
“I need one myself. Someplace quiet where I can make a phone call.”
“Of course, Master Walker. How about number nine? Shall I tell the sub waiting for you which room you’ll be in?”
Walker gave her a confused look. “Excuse me?”
The hostess looked nervous, then glanced at her book. “Subbie Harper. She’s waiting for you in the public bar.”
Walker slid through the double doors and scanned the crowd. Sure enough, Harper sat at the bar, a glass in her hands. She looked very nervous, and he could tell she was trying to gently dissuade Mistress Sasha, who sat nearby.
He hadn’t expected her to come tonight, after he’d told her he would contact her tomorrow, and he thought about letting her fight off Sasha’s advances on her own, but something made him stop. This woman called to him, in more ways than one.
He wanted to fuck her, yes, but more than that, he wanted to top her, to take her to new heights and teach her how to relax and enjoy herself. She seemed so uptight. Of course she was worried about her sister, but he could tell by her mannerisms she was uptight 90 percent of the time.
His cock grew as he thought abo
ut putting a lock on her clit, much as Ty had put a lock on Chess’s cock. Then he’d tease her to the point of orgasm, pull back, and watch her squirm and come down just a little, before taking her back up and bringing her back down again, before taking her back up and allowing her to come. The teasing would increase the intensity of her orgasm, and judging from the way she acted this afternoon, she could use a good orgasm. Or two.
Sure, she was nervous about her sister, but she needed to relax just a bit before she gave herself a stroke. It had been a long time since he’d seen a woman wound as tightly as Harper Sampson.
He watched her for a few more minutes, then crossed the room, stopping behind her and focusing on Sasha. The dominatrix saw him, but she ignored him, snaking her hand out to caress Harper’s thigh.
“We can go upstairs together,” Sasha said softly. “Would you like me to give you a good spanking? Then we can see what your tongue can do.”
Harper sat ramrod straight, her gaze lowered to the hand on her thigh. When Walker gently touched her shoulder, she jumped and turned to him. Relief flooded her face and he nodded.
“I didn’t expect to see you tonight, Harper,” he said, lifting his gaze to Sasha, who withdrew her hand, disappointment evident on her face.
“Well, maybe next time,” Sasha said. “Master Walker, I give you the floor, and my chair.” She left and Walker slid into her seat. He ordered a beer from the bartender and then nodded toward Harper’s glass too.
“What are you drinking?”
“Water.”
“Well, then, refill the lady’s water,” he said to the bartender.
“What have you found out?” She leaned toward him, her nervousness evident.
“Nothing yet. I just got a name and phone number.” He took a drink from his beer. “Why don’t you have a drink, say a Cosmopolitan? Something to relax you.”
“I don’t want to relax. I want to know what happened to my sister.”
Walker took another sip from his beer, then narrowed his gaze at her. “Go home. You’re expecting immediate results, but you’re not going to get them. You need to let me do my job without interference from you.”
She shook her head. He could see tears sparkling in her blue eyes. “Please don’t shut me out of this. Make the call. Let me listen.”
“No. Because you’ll be standing there the whole time trying to butt into the conversation. Ms. Sampson ‑‑ Harper. Listen to me. You’re very upset, but you’re not doing the investigation, or yourself, any good. I know it’s hard, but the best thing you can do is go home and wait for me to call you tomorrow.”
She shook her head. “I can’t wait that long. Are you going to call now?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact I am.”
“I won’t cause any trouble, really I won’t. Please don’t shut me out.” She stared at him and then glanced over his shoulder. He turned to see Oscar moving toward them, his demeanor confident as he stopped to greet several pretty subbies. Then he sauntered over and slapped the bar.
“Barkeep. Whiskey.” He laughed and turned to Harper, giving her an assessing look. “Hello. Who are you?”
“This is Harper Sampson, Helena’s sister.”
“Really?” Oscar took her hand. “A pleasure. I know your sister well.”
A furious blush spread over Harper’s cheeks and she looked down at her glass. Walker shook his head at Oscar, who gave him a curious glance.
“I’ll tell you what. Why don’t you entertain Harper while I go and make a phone call?”
He held up his hand to still Harper’s objection. Oscar moved closer to her and slid his hand along her back.
“It would be my pleasure.” Oscar frowned. “Is that water you’re drinking?”
Walker made his getaway. Oscar would keep Harper occupied while he found the information he needed. Then he would decide where to go from there.
And he would have to decide how to get a handle on Harper. She had to learn to be submissive to him, hopefully in more ways than one.
* * * * *
Oscar pushed the glass of wine toward Harper. Her hand shook as she pushed it back at him.
“No, thank you.”
“What’s wrong; are you afraid it’s drugged? You saw him pour it.”
“No, I just don’t want it.”
“Fine. You don’t drink. You should have told me.”
She looked toward the door where Walker had just disappeared. When she went to stand and follow him, Oscar gently pushed her back down in her seat.
“Stay here. Let him do what he needs to do. Just sip it.”
She exhaled loudly, then took the glass of wine and downed half of it in one gulp. When she came up for air and started to tilt it back to drink the rest, he pulled her arm down, jostling the liquid in the glass.
“Whoa there, slick. I said a sip, not a gulp.” He took the glass and set it on the table. “So, you’re Helena’s sister.”
She nodded. “She’s mentioned you.
“She and I are, well, we’re very suited to each other. I’ve topped her. Walker has watched.”
He watched her process the information. “Helena and I are nothing alike.”
“You don’t look alike; that’s for sure.”
A smile lit her face and he studied her. “She’s dark; you’re light. She’s short; you’re tall. I must say, though, that you’re both nice and curvy.”
Harper laughed nervously.
“Are you submissive?”
She squirmed under his gaze. “No.” She spit the word out, and he lifted his brows at her.
“You seem awfully sure of that.”
She averted her gaze, taking in the scene around them. “I’ve tried it, at Helena’s urging. I hated it.”
“What did you try?” He put his finger under her chin and turned her face back so she was facing him.
She pulled away from his finger and a scowl appeared on her face.
“Submission. I hated it.”
He took a drink from his bottle and studied her. “What specifically did you try?”
She snorted in disgust and turned away from him. “I’m not telling you that. It’s none of your business.”
“I’m just saying that different subs have different needs, and different Doms provide different stimulation to meet those needs.”
“So, you’re saying the Dom Helena set me up with wasn’t right for me? That if I’d just had the right Dom things would have been perfect?”
“Maybe. What gets you off?”
Harper hopped off the stool so fast, the woman sitting next to her yelled out in surprise.
“Hey, relax,” Oscar said, putting his hand on her arm. “I’m sorry if I offended you.”
He moved her so she was standing in front of him. “We don’t have to talk about this if you don’t want. I just thought it would take your mind off of Helena for a little while.”
She nodded, then gulped down the rest of her wine.
“Can I have another, please?” She put the glass on the bar, and Oscar nodded to the barman. When he turned back to Harper, he held out this hand.
“Give me your car keys.”
“What?” She took the new glass and gulped part of it down.
“I said, give me your car keys.” He took the wine and set it back on the bar. “Either that, or no more drinks.”
“It’s only my second one.”
“Yet, I’ve defended many people who only had two beers and ended up causing huge wrecks.” He wiggled his hand in front of her face. “The keys. Now.”
She dug into her purse and dropped a set of keys into his hand. Then she took another large sip and Oscar held up his finger to get the barman’s attention.
“Give my new friend a spritzer this time, heavy on the spritz and light on the wine.”
“You got it, Master O.” The barman started to mix the drink, and Oscar looked back at Harper.
“You don’t want to get me drunk and take advantage of me?”
; He took a sip of his beer. “No. The first time I top you, I want you totally sober, so we can both enjoy it.”
Harper’s hands shook as she lifted the glass to her mouth. This wasn’t how she’d envisioned the night going. She’d planned on coming to Tygers, talking to Walker, and then going back home.
Now here she was, half drunk, sitting next to one of the sexiest men she’d seen in a long time. She’d been impressed with Walker this afternoon, but his friend was dark and gave off an air that could probably make most women come on demand. Too bad she wasn’t most women.
She drained her glass, then grabbed the new one. As long as he had the keys to her car, she might as well take advantage of the situation.
“I didn’t plan on this tonight. I’m not the type to get drunk.”
“Then we’ll make sure we stop off at the store on the way home for some aspirin and orange juice for the morning.”
She nodded, the world sort of tilting with her nod. She’d drunk those first two glasses of wine way too fast.
“Tell me about your first experience with submission.”
“I don’t talk about things like that.”
“It wasn’t a suggestion; it was an order. Tell me. Now.”
His deep command sent chills up her spine. She could see why her sister would be attracted to this man. Of course Helena was attracted to most everyone.
“It was a year or so ago. I don’t remember a lot of it.”
‘Liar.” The silence grew and he took a sip of his beer. “No one has ever accused me of being patient. Tell me. Right. Now.”
“He…well…touched me, and I didn’t care for it.”
“Well, that was the film-at-eleven sound bite. Give me the real story.”
“Helena always said I was wound too tightly. She said submitting to her friend would help.”
She took another drink, then glanced at a group of people near them. A woman was stretched across two tables. Her top and skirt had been pulled up, exposing her breasts and pussy. Another woman held her hands above her head, and there was a woman at each ankle, holding her legs wide apart. She was wiggling in delight as the people around her applauded.
“What are they doing to her?”
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