Tygers 4: Sweet Awakening

by Melinda Barron

  “Probably put vibrating clamps on her clit and nipples. The sensations will make her want to come, but she’ll wait for permission from whomever is holding the remotes.”

  Harper watched the woman wiggle and squirm. Just once, she wanted to do that. She wanted to be the woman who was the center of attention, just like Helena always was.

  “You need to finish your story.” His voice sounded deep in her ear, his breath hot on her neck. She shivered and drained her glass. This time the room did more than tilt.

  “What?”

  “Your story.” He took the glass from her and set it down.

  “Can I have another drink?”

  “No. Tell me.”

  “Tell you what? He tied me to a cross, and I just couldn’t…I couldn’t…” Harper focused on the woman who lay across the tables. A woman had straddled her face and was riding her as the submissive’s body continued to wiggle. The crowd made lurid suggestions.

  “Is that submission?” She stared at them. The woman on top was caressing her own breasts. Seconds later she cried out in orgasm. The crowd clapped louder, and she yelled out again.

  “Not really,” Oscar replied. “It’s more of a sex game to entertain the people around. Now, you were saying?”

  “Master O?”

  Harper turned to him as he fixed his gaze on the woman who had just spoken. She followed his gaze, trying to focus on the women had walked up. She looked a little fuzzy.

  “Yes?”

  “Master Walker has asked you to meet him in room nine. He also asked that you bring your new friend.”

  Oscar nodded at her and stood. “Let’s go, slick.”

  Harper stood, then wobbled back onto her seat. “I think I’m drunk.”

  “Yes, I think you are. It’s a good thing I’ve already taken your keys.” He helped her stand, his arm tight around her waist.

  “I hope I can make it up the stairs.” She took a step and tripped. The only thing keeping her upright was Oscar, who turned her toward him. He wavered in front of her. At least she thought he did. Maybe she was the one who was doing the wavering.

  Seconds later the room was upside down, and the crowd cheered. It wasn’t until they got to the stairs that Harper realized he’d thrown her over his shoulder, caveman fashion. But she didn’t care. She was more relaxed than she’d been in a long, long time. And a handsome man had her in his arms.

  When they’d climbed the stairs, he set her down, propping her against the wall. She smiled at him, or was there more than one of him?

  “Master O?”

  “Yes?” He bracketed her hips with his hands, his thumbs gently caressing her and stepped closer.

  “I think I’m gonna be sick.”

  Chapter Three

  Harper could hear voices. Deep male voices. Deep, angry male voices.

  “Great. I leave you with my client for ten minutes, and you get her falling-down drunk. Thanks a lot.” That was Walker’s voice; she knew that much.

  “It was more like twenty minutes, and she only had two glasses of wine.” Oscar. Sexy, sweet Oscar, who’d carried her up the stairs.

  Did I drink that much so quickly?

  “Okay, maybe three. But the third one was watered down.”

  Third one? I had a third glass of wine?

  Harper squeezed her eyes shut tighter, then tried to open them. Her head burst with pain, and she groaned slightly. A cool cloth wiped her brow.

  “Relax.” This was a woman’s voice. “You’re gonna be fine.”

  A third male voice was added to the mix. “From the contents of her, um, stomach, I’d say she hasn’t eaten in a while. You mix an empty stomach with three glasses of alcohol in twenty minutes, and yeah, she’s gonna be drunk. And very sick.”

  The contents of my stomach? Oh, Lord, I threw up all over everyone.

  “I’m so sorry,” she groaned out. She opened her eyes and peeked out. The woman standing next to her had a smile on her face. She was naked under an open robe and had a metal collar around her neck.

  “Shush. Just stay down.” The woman turned her gaze to the men. “Master, she’s awake.”

  “Thank you, Vixen.” The man moved next to the woman, his gaze fastening on Harper. “Hi. I’m Dr. Lake Ross, and this is my wife, Lucy. Ty asked me to come in and check on you.”

  She tried to sit up, but Lucy pushed her back down.

  “Just relax for a while,” Lake said, his hand on her wrist, his gaze now fastened on his watch. “Alcohol and an empty stomach don’t mix. When was the last time you ate?”

  “This afternoon?” It had been this afternoon, hadn’t it? Or was it this morning? No, she’d eaten some of the Chinese food. Not much, but some.

  “Is that a question?” He narrowed his eyes at her, and she tried to laugh, but she ended up coughing instead.

  “Vixen, would you go downstairs and get Harper a light soft drink, please?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Where am I?”

  “At Tygers, in room nine.” Walker walked up and stroked her arm. “Sorry for my friend’s bad manners.”

  “Hey,” Oscar said, stepping forward. “Don’t apologize for me.”

  Harper groaned. “It’s not his fault. I was nervous and just… I’m so embarrassed.”

  She turned her head toward the wall and her eyes widened. Numerous whips, restraints, and other sexual devices hung there. On a table flush against the wall sat various-sized dildos and anal plugs. She looked back toward the men, her face now very red. When she tried to sit up, no one stopped her. The table was stone and not very comfortable. Her gaze locked on the restraints fastened to the end.

  “Easy,” Lake said. “Just relax, we’re in no hurry.”

  “Thank you, Dr. Ross.”

  “Just Lake. And as much as the idea might make you nauseous, you need to get a little bit of food in your stomach. Nothing spicy. Some bread or some crackers.”

  She stroked her neck and licked her lips. Lucy came in and handed her a glass of clear liquid, which she drank from greedily. It burned slightly going down, but it felt very good.

  “I’m all right. A little shaky, maybe, but fine. I’ll go home and sleep after Walker tells me what he found out about my sister.”

  Before Walker could open his mouth, Lake stepped back. “My work here is done. Vixen and I will leave you to it.” He turned to other the two men. “Make sure she eats.”

  When they were gone, Harper sighed. “What did you learn?”

  “Where do you live?” Walker stepped closer.

  “What? I don’t want to ‑‑”

  He repeated the question and she shook her head.

  “We live in Corrales.”

  Oscar whistled. “Wow. Pricey.”

  Walker turned to him. “My house is closer. You drive her car. She can ride with me, and we’ll come back later for yours.”

  “Sounds good.”

  “Excuse me.” Harper tried to sound intimidating but knew she’d failed. “I’m the one paying the bills. You work for me, remember?”

  “Yes, I do,” Walker said. “But right now, I’m in charge. You get no information until you eat something. I hope I make myself clear.”

  “But ‑‑”

  “But nothing,” Walker said. “Don’t make me spank you.”

  “Everyone wants to spank me here. First that Sasha woman, and now you.” She looked at Oscar who looked as if he could eat her in one bite.

  “Oh, me too. But I prefer to use the word ‘whipping.’ It has such a great sound to it.”

  * * * * *

  “So he couldn’t tell you where she’d gone?” Harper took another bite of her bread. Her stomach still didn’t like her, but the bread helped. She sat on a chair in Walker’s dining room, dressed in one of his shirts while her clothing was going through the wash cycle. He sat on one side of her, and Oscar sat on the other. She felt more than a little exposed, since she was half naked and sitting between two very gorgeous men. Two very gorgeous
, very dominant men.

  “No. There are some people at the resort right now who were there when Helena was there. If you’re willing to pay for the trip, I’ll go down and interview them, and I’ll talk with the employees. They always see things they’re not supposed to.”

  Harper nodded, then took another bite. “I’m going with you.”

  “Why don’t we all go,” Oscar said with a laugh. “I’ve always wanted to know what that place was like. Sounds like fun.”

  “This is a business trip, not a chance for you to play. And Harper, the answer is no. You’re not going anywhere with me.”

  “Won’t it look weird, a single man going down there by himself?”

  “No. I’m a Dom who wants to play, remember? I just ask questions on the side.”

  She took another bite of her bread and looked to Oscar for help. He narrowed his gaze at her, a gleam in his eyes.

  “Don’t you think people would clam up if they knew you were investigating a woman’s disappearance?”

  She turned to Walker in time to see him shoot an evil glare at Oscar. “Mind your own business. This is not playtime.”

  “No, but if we went as a threesome, people might open up to us more.” Harper swallowed hard. Had those words just come out of her mouth? A threesome, as in the three of them together? As in having sex with both of them? As in submitting to both of them?

  The room grew quiet before Oscar spoke.

  “It’s an interesting idea. Two Doms, one sub. Go in undercover, with the owner’s permission of course. People are more likely to give out information if they think it’s gossip, and talking to another guest would be gossip. Talking to a private investigator is like talking to the cops. Nobody wants to do it.”

  Walker was silent for so long Harper thought he would say no again. He watched her intently, his face unreadable. Finally, he sat back.

  “Are you submissive?”

  “Yes.”

  “Liar.” This came from Oscar. “You told me you hated it. That’s the only drawback as far as I’m concerned. We could go as two Doms and buy a submissive for the weekend we’re there.”

  “No!” Harper slammed her fist on the table. “She’s my sister, and I’m going.”

  “Glad to see you’re feeling better,” Walker replied. “I have to agree with Oscar on this. If you’re not submissive, it won’t work. This is a BDSM resort. Someone will spot a fake in a heartbeat.”

  “Not if I’m trying to learn the ropes,” she said, turning pleading eyes on Walker. “You can tell them I’m a trainee. Please?”

  He watched her for a few more minutes, then muttered, “Shit,” under his breath before standing up. He walked into the living room and Harper started to stand.

  “No,” Oscar said, putting his hand on her shoulder to keep her seated. “Stay there and give him a chance to think. It also gives you a chance to finish your story. You never did tell me about your one stab at submission.”

  “There’s not much to tell. Helena fixed me up with a friend of hers. He tied me to a cross and used a flogger on me. I hated it. I felt exposed and used. When he was done whipping me, he untied me and made me suck his cock.”

  Oscar sat back in his chair. “Kinda threw you into it, didn’t he? Did he talk to you about it first?”

  “No.”

  “Did he ask you what you liked? What got you off?”

  “No.” She whispered the word, then glanced toward the living room.

  “Did you have an orgasm?”

  “No.”

  He leaned toward her and whispered, “Did you like the pain?”

  “No.” She turned her head away from him. Lord help her, she couldn’t tell him the feeling from the flogger had been the only good thing from the experience. But the man himself had been crude and hadn’t cared about her at all. He’d only wanted to see to his own enjoyment.

  “It’s okay to like the pain, Harper. Really, it is. Let me teach you that.” His face was inches away from her now, and she resisted the urge to look at him. “You’d like it if I did it to you, I promise you.”

  She shivered and shook her head. She looked up as Walker walked into the room. He stood at the end of the table and studied her.

  “Prove to me you can be submissive. Bare your breasts to us.” His voice was deep. Oscar sat back, putting his elbow on the table and leaning on his fist as he studied her.

  Harper hesitated for a few seconds, then opened the shirt she wore. She reached behind her to undo her bra, but stilled when Walker said no.

  “Just lift it over your breasts.”

  She did as he asked, the elastic of her bra biting into the top part of her breasts. Her nipples peaked under the men’s perusal, and she flushed with embarrassment.

  “Take off your panties.”

  She wanted to scream no, but she knew if she did, her trip to Paragon’s would be over before it even started. She stood and inched her panties over her hips, stepping out of them and lifting her gaze to Walker.

  “What now?”

  “Straddle the chair,” Oscar said. “But stay standing. Then clasp your hands behind your back.”

  She did as he asked, her hands shaking.

  “Eyes down, shoulders back.” Walker moved right next to her, so she had one man on each side. They each cupped a breast, testing its weight in their hands. The tightness of her bra across her upper chest was starting to hurt just a little. She closed her eyes and ignored her discomfort. She could do this. She could be submissive.

  They each started to play with a nipple, rolling them around until she moaned softly. And then they both pinched. Hard. She cried out and they increased the force of their fingers. Her nipples throbbed under the pressure, and she shook her head.

  “Please, stop.”

  “We’ll stop when we want to,” Oscar said.

  Their fingers tightened yet again and then suddenly released. Her nipples throbbed harder as they gently caressed them. Then, they pinched the nubs again, this time harder than the last.

  Harper cried out and Oscar’s free hand dipped between her legs, parted her slit, and delved inside.

  “She’s wet,” he said. “Very wet.”

  His other hand tugged her hair so that her head moved back. “You make sure that pussy’s bald the next time I see it. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  His index finger found her clit, and he flicked it a few times. Harper stiffened as she waited for the response from the bundle of nerves. It was there, yes, but muted as always.

  She thought Oscar would pinch it, but he didn’t. Instead he lifted his fingers to her mouth.

  “Clean me. Suck your juices from my fingers.”

  Her stomach was 100 percent better now, but still, the idea of tasting herself was not pleasant. She licked him tentatively, the taste not nearly as sour as she thought it might be. She licked his fingers clean; then Walker moved the chair away from her.

  “Bend over until your face touches the table,” Oscar said. When she was in position, he rubbed her behind. “Now, spread your cheeks, wide, so Walker and I can see your sweet little asshole.”

  Her insides quaked at his order. She’d never been on display like this before, but she knew it was a test. If she failed it, she wouldn’t be going to Paragon’s to help search for her sister. She did as he asked, trembling when his fingers traced her puckered opening.

  “You’ve never been fucked here, have you?” He pressed his thumb against her and she gasped.

  “No, Sir.” Please, please, please let me stand up. Don’t leave me like this.

  As if reading her thoughts, Walker bent over until his mouth was even with her ear. “You stay here, and don’t move. Keep yourself nice and spread so we can enjoy the view. Master O and I need to talk.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Harper was grateful for the support of the table. Her hands shook as she stood there, her cheeks spread. She’d never been so open, never felt so vulnerable before. She wondered if this was what Helena had alw
ays talked about when she mentioned “bonding” with Doms or Dommes.

  “I give myself over completely,” she’d always said. “You have to trust them one hundred percent or it’s just not worth it. Only then can you get the feelings, both physical and mental, that make you enjoy submission.”

  She could hear the men talking, but she couldn’t make out their words. What were they saying? Would they use her, and then tell her she couldn’t go with them to the resort? Somehow she doubted it. She knew Helena trusted Oscar, because she’d submitted to him many times. She wouldn’t have gone back for more if he weren’t trustworthy. If Helena trusted him, then so could she.

  But Walker? She’d never heard Helena mention him before, which surprised her because the two men seemed to be very good friends, to be very in tune with each other.

  What could they be talking about? What was taking them so long? Either they were going to top her, and let her prove she could follow their orders, or they would send her home. If they did the latter what would she do? Would she fire Walker and try to find someone else to take her case? She doubted she would get someone who took her as seriously as they did.

  After what seemed like forever, she heard them walk back into the room.

  “Stand up, but keep your legs spread and keep your hands on your cheeks so they’re spread,” Walker said.

  She did as he asked, keeping her eyes lowered.

  “Very good,” Oscar said. “I’ve written my office address here. Meet us tomorrow at 3:45 sharp. Don’t be late.”

  “Yes, Sir. What happens now?”

  “Now you go upstairs,” Walker said. “There are two guest bedrooms you can choose from. Go in, go to sleep. I’ll more than likely be gone when you get up. Just pull the door shut behind you, and it will lock. I’ll come by at noon and set the alarm.”

  “That’s it? I thought we were going to, um, play.”

  “Not tonight,” Oscar said. “You’ve had an emotional day, but you’ve proven your willingness. You need to rest for a while. We’re going to go pick up my car. You do as Walker said and go to bed.”

  She nodded, wondering if they would give her any other orders. But they didn’t. They both said good-bye as they walked through the door, and she heard the click of a deadbolt. She looked around the house, so different from the one she shared with Helena.