“Push back,” Walker said. The pressure on her anus increased and she pushed. Walker’s cock slipped into her anus, and when she opened her mouth to object, Oscar pushed his cock into her mouth.
“Gentle,” he said. “Don’t bite me. Just suck. Concentrate on me.”
She felt speared at both ends, her mind not quite sure which feeling to concentrate on. Walker pushed himself inside her, going very slowly and stopping every few seconds. Oscar had her face in his hands, so he could fuck her mouth.
Walker pressed in more and she groaned around Oscar’s cock. He pushed himself further into her mouth, and then she felt the top of Walker’s thighs against her own thighs and knew he was totally inside her.
Oscar fucked her mouth gently, then pulled his cock out and stroked it, moving closer to her.
“Lick my balls. That’s it, faster.” She moved her tongue around his heavy sac, lapping at him. Her anus felt stuffed, the feeling not exactly pleasurable, but not exactly painful either.
Oscar had one hand wrapped around some of her hair and the other around his cock. Walker grasped her hips and started to move faster and faster. She moaned, the painful feeling giving way to the pleasurable. Not entirely, but enough so she was enjoying what was happening to her.
Walker slowed his movements and stroked her back. “Play with your clit.” His hands parted her buttocks. The feeling wasn’t entirely pleasant, since her behind still hurt from Oscar’s attentions last night.
Oscar let go of his cock and pushed himself back in her mouth. When he started to move, Walker did the same thing, one going in while the other was going out. Their rhythm was so perfect she couldn’t help but wonder how many times they’d done this, how many times they’d speared a woman at both ends.
She could tell she wasn’t going to orgasm, but that was fine with her. Tonight had been a breakthrough, an awakening she’d never expected her body to have. When Oscar pulled her head closer and squirted his seed into her mouth, she accepted it without pulling away, sucking it down so quickly she didn’t even taste it.
It only took several thrusts more before she heard Walker groan in pleasure. When he was done, he pulled away from her slowly, his hands caressing her buttocks.
“I think she liked it,” Oscar said.
“Yes, I did.”
“It’s the idea of it that freaks most people out,” Oscar said, standing. He handed her a towel and then tossed one to Walker.
Harper sat up on her knees. Her anus ached a little, and she knew she would be sore for a few days. Knowing where they were going, she wondered how many days it would be before she took Walker there again. For that matter, she knew Oscar would be chomping at the bit to take her there too.
The idea wasn’t unpleasant, but she hoped for just a little bit of time to recover from losing “her cherry.”
The thought hit her front and center and she gasped, then laughed.
“What’s wrong?” Walker leaned down to give her a questioning look.
“I just realized I made love in my store, in the dressing room. Every time I come in here now, I’m going to think of this moment.”
“Good,” Oscar said. “It’s nice to have memories to attach to things.”
They helped her to stand. Her legs felt wobbly and she nodded at them both.
“We leave tomorrow, right? Someone’s set up to take care of my house and animals.”
“Right,” Walker said. “The plane leaves at nine, and with layovers and such, we don’t get into Paragon’s until after seven. We have to take a boat from Trinidad, since Paragon’s is on a private island and there’s no flight service there, except for private jets.”
His mention of private jets made her think of Helena and what she might be going through. It was very possible her sister was being held against her will, and here she was, taking it up the ass in her dressing room.
“Stop that,” Oscar said. “Do it again and I’ll whip you. Understand?”
“How did you know?”
“Because I read people, plus I’ve come to know you, and I’ll use any excuse I can to punish you. That includes the thoughts you were just thinking.”
She nodded, making a mental note to learn to school her face better when she was around Oscar.
Chapter Eight
The ocean was beautiful. Harper leaned over the side of the boat to watch the crystal-clear waters rush by. The boat had traveled north from Trinidad and was now traveling east to the island named Paragon’s. The BDSM resort of the same name stood there, taking up the whole island.
She wasn’t sure what she had expected to find when they got here, but it wasn’t the people that were on the boat. While they’d waited at the airport, everyone had been sedate and happy to be going on vacation. There were all sorts of people, but most of them seemed to be middle-class businessmen and their wives. There were people of all shapes, sizes, and colors.
Once they got on the boat, though, and it was far enough away from the shore, the party began. People began stripping out of clothes, and subs, both male and female, donned their collars and leashes. Harper wasn’t sure what to do, so she’d slipped away to the side of the boat to look.
She’d been gone about ten minutes now, and she figured Walker and Oscar were looking for her. She should probably go back and find them, but she wanted just a few minutes by herself. She wondered what Helena did while she was on this portion of the trip. She had been by herself, and she didn’t have a collar to wear.
Did she immediately find a Master or Mistress to work with, or had she waited until after the auction? The people who had welcomed them on the boat hadn’t said anything about the auction, only that they would be welcomed with a get-acquainted soiree when the boat docked, and after that they were free to play as they saw fit.
“Oh, look, Walker, it’s a runaway slave. What’s the punishment for that crime?”
Harper shrugged and turned to Oscar. “Sorry. I just needed a little bit of time by myself.”
“Your time is our time, Slick. You don’t leave our presence without our permission, understand?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”
“So am I, sort of. I’m sorry you felt the need to run off, when you knew better. But now we have an hour’s boat ride ahead of us. And it’s time for you to be properly punished.”
“Take off your clothes, Harper.” Walker moved in behind him.
She nodded and undressed quickly. Her crash course in submission came down to this. If she messed it up, people would know they were lying. If that happened, they might never find Helena.
When she was naked, Walker handed her a thick strap of red leather. There was a large D-ring on the front of it.
“Kiss it, and then put it on.” She did as he asked, then waited for more instructions. When they both drew leashes out of their pockets, she inhaled sharply. Walker attached his, and then Oscar did his.
“Your little escape has cost you,” Oscar said. “I hope it was worth it.”
They turned and walked as one, Harper trailing behind them with her hands clasped behind her back. Her stomach was in knots, because she knew the real Oscar was about to make an appearance.
They walked down a narrow, steep flight of stairs, and then down a small corridor. A man in a uniform motioned them toward an open doorway, and they went inside. Harper gazed around the room, then fought down panic when she saw the swing in the center. It was just an ordinary leather swing, but she knew it was waiting for her.
A woman came toward them, and her Doms gave her Harper’s leashes. Without saying a word she pulled Harper to the swing, stopping at the center.
“Sit, slut.” She pointed at the chair and Harper complied. It moved as she sat, but as soon as she was situated, two more women came up and bound her legs and arms so that they were spread wide. They took her leashes and wrapped them around her arms. The chair moved up and Harper gasped.
It stopped when she was about five feet off the ground, and the first woman step
ped toward her.
“Open your mouth, slut.” When Harper complied, she placed a ball gag in her mouth, fastening it around her head. Then she turned to Oscar and bowed.
“Your slut is prepared, Master O.”
“Thank you, Madelyn.” The room was filling with people and Harper was glad for the ball gag. It kept her from crying out. She looked at Oscar and her eyes widened when she noticed the flogger in his hand. Since she was on her back, she knew what part of her was about to be whipped. Her breasts and pussy. They hadn’t practiced this, so she wasn’t quite sure what to expect.
It was frightening and she pleaded to him with her eyes. He narrowed his eyes and gave his head an almost imperceptible shake. He walked around her, trailing the flogger ends over her arms and legs. The strands were soft, feeling almost like suede. She didn’t think they would feel soft when they were landing on her body, though.
Her gaze roamed the room until it landed on Walker. He sat in a chair not far away, his eyes fixed on her. She could tell by the look on his face he would enjoy the scene about to play out in front of him. She knew he would whip her when necessary, but it would never be anything like what Oscar would do.
Oscar moved right next to her, holding the flogger so the strands tickled her skin. He ran it over her breasts and stomach and then trailed it down to her pussy. She shivered at the contact, wishing he would start so it would be over with quickly.
He trailed it over her thighs and calves and then stood between her legs, staring at her displayed pussy. He stared at her, his eyes dark and unreadable. And then with a flick of his wrist, he sent the strands across her pussy. They stung and she cried out, the sound muffled by the ball. He struck her pussy again and again and tears filled her eyes.
Oscar moved around her body, flicking the flogger over her stomach and rib area, then up to her breasts. Her nipples peaked as the suede touched them repeatedly. The reaction was surprising to her, since she was feeling pain, not pleasure. He worked the flogger over her body, moving between her breasts and pussy until she thought she would die of frustration. She wanted him to stop, badly, but each time he met her gaze he would just shake his head, and continue to flog her.
Finally he stepped back, examining her body as if it were a work of art. Her nipples ached and her clit throbbed. Would it be possible, she wondered, to come from being whipped? It almost felt that way. It made her hate her traitorous body. To go for so long without climaxing, and then to be on the edge while being whipped, in front of a whole room of people she didn’t know, was almost too much to bear.
She studied Oscar as he looked at her, and when he turned to Madelyn and handed her the flogger, she sighed in relief. Until he opened his mouth.
“Bring me the slapper, please.”
“Yes, Master O.” Madelyn bowed, then went to the wall. She returned with an instrument Harper had never seen before. It was two long pieces of leather strapped together onto a circular handle.
She shook her head and when Oscar stared at her, her heart sank. He knew she was close to orgasm, and he knew intense stimulation would probably send her over the edge. Harper didn’t want to have an orgasm this way. She wanted to have one like she’d had last night, with Walker and Oscar stroking her, with the vibrator sending tendrils of pleasure through her body.
When he slapped the leather against her breasts, she moaned. The sound of the leather straps hitting each other was loud and made many people in the audience moan. Harper wished for the ball to be removed from her mouth so she could tell them she would gladly trade places with them.
He delivered five hard slaps to each breast, then moved between her legs. When the slapper struck her pussy, she stiffened. Oscar narrowed his eyes at her in warning, and she remembered his instructions not to flinch or stiffen during a whipping. She tried to relax as he brought the leather down repeatedly on her sensitive flesh.
Her clit throbbed harder with each stroke and Harper tried to fight the orgasm she knew was building. She didn’t want to come in front of these people. It was bad enough they were witnessing her whipping, witnessing her punishment.
The whipping stopped and he caressed her thighs with the leather. She watched the slapper, watched Oscar’s hand. It was the lull before the storm.
And she was right. When Oscar delivered seven hard, fast strokes, she was lost. At the end of the seventh he turned the handle and pressed it into her clit, rubbing it back and forth.
“Come.”
And Harper did, hating herself, but loving the feelings that rolled through her body, over her aching breasts, and out through her toes and fingers. Oscar continued to push the handle into her clit and she groaned when he mouthed, “Again, if you can.”
She didn’t think she could, and she strained against the instrument torturing her clit. The nerves jumped, then settled back down as her hips bucked to no avail. She finally let them settle into the swing and gave Oscar a sad look.
“Good girl,” Oscar said. “You’re our good girl.”
The audience members clapped, and Harper let her head fall into the swing. Her body ached and she prayed for them to release her. Instead, Oscar came up on one side of her and Walker on the other. Madelyn released the ball gag, and Oscar put the slapper in front of her mouth.
“Kiss it. Thank it for your orgasm.”
She pursed her lips against the leather, then looked at Oscar.
“Thank it.”
How did you thank a piece of leather? It had been Oscar who had made her come, not the leather. But she knew if she didn’t do as he said, she would receive more swats.
“Thank you for my orgasm,” she said to the leather. Her Doms stepped away and the swing lowered. Madelyn undid her bindings and then pulled her up using her leashes, which she then handed to her Doms.
Harper let them lead her to a corner, wondering what would be next since the weekend had started with such a bang.
Chapter Nine
They had a room with an ocean view, on the third floor. The building was new, but it had been designed to look old. It had huge, curvy staircases with thick banisters. The windows ran floor to ceiling and opened with the sashes sliding up. There was a huge set of French doors in the middle.
The room itself was huge and divided into two parts. The bedroom had two full-size beds, with a floor mat in the middle and a blanket and pillow. Harper knew it was for her, but she wanted one of her Doms to share the bed with her. She wondered if they would. During the last few days she’d stayed at Walker’s house and slept in the bed in his spare bedroom.
She stared at the ocean, wondering what room Helena had stayed in, and with whom. She felt the warmth of a man behind her, and a sixth sense told her it was Walker. His hands slid around her, cupping her breasts. She winced at the contact, angry when Oscar snorted.
“Wimp. It was a little whipping. Obviously I didn’t do a good job in preparing you for that if you’re angry about it.”
“It hurt.”
“You’re a submissive, Slick. Here to serve us.”
“No,” she said. “We’re here to find my sister. My being submissive is a cover.”
Walker pinched her nipples and she groaned. “We need to talk about the way you’re looking at this. While we’re here, Harper, you’re a submissive. You serve your two Doms with no questions asked, and with no strange looks either during, or after, a scene. If you do, people will start to question. Harper stayed in Albuquerque. Slick is with us now, understood?”
Harper nodded, trying to come to terms with what was happening. There was a difference between a little pain, and the pain from a whipping. The fact that she liked both frightened her.
“Besides, you loved it,” Oscar said. “Your body is perfect for whippings.”
“No” ‑‑ she shook her head ‑‑ “I hated it.”
“Your nipples peaked and your pussy flooded,” Oscar said, his voice harsh. “And let’s not forget the fact that you came, and you came hard.”
That fact had
n’t escaped her. She had come, and she’d come on his command. What did that say about her? Was she into pain, like her sister? Was it something genetic, something physical that was passed through them? Or was it psychological? Did she have to feel pain to have pleasure? She knew that wasn’t right. She’d come in Albuquerque without there being pain involved.
“Just remember your place,” Walker said. “If you mess up and do something another Dom or Domme doesn’t like, then you will be punished in public again.”
“Yes, Walker.”
“I’m afraid we’ve been lacking in your training in that too. Here you will call us Master Walker and Master O. Even when we are alone.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Now, we have an appointment with Sawyer, and then we need to see about finding some of the people Helena might have had contact with during her stay here.”
“Has your PI been able to find the plane she was on?”
“Not yet,” Walker said. “Surprisingly, after the baggage boy, everyone has been very closemouthed. She’s having a few problems, but she’s still plugging away at it.”
Harper nodded but continued to face the ocean. Now that they were here she wasn’t sure she should have come. This trip was making her look at things she didn’t want to. Like why she’d come from being whipped with a flogger and a slapper.
She was happy about one thing, though. She wasn’t naked. They’d let her wear the fishnet dress she’d tried on the other night. Her body was still on display, but she had the illusion of clothing to soothe her mind.
“Slick.” She turned her head toward Oscar’s voice. “Get on your knees.”
She wasn’t sure if she should turn her body to them or not, then decided since he hadn’t ordered it, turning wouldn’t be a good thing. She sank to her knees, still facing the ocean.
“Who do you belong to?” His voice was deep and it made her body tingle.
“You, Master O.”
“And?”
“And to Master Walker.”
“Very good,” Walker said. “Shall we go?”
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