“I’m sure you will.” She caressed his chest and gave his cock a tug. When he leaned back his head and moaned in pleasure, she grabbed two ends of rope at the top of his chest and pulled. The clips came off rapidly and Aaron groaned and twitched but stayed in place.
“Such a good boy,” Megan said. “I’m so proud of you.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
She leaned down and released the clamps on his balls. He cried out again and his cock twitched too. Harper knew he was close to orgasm, and she wondered how he held back.
The exercise was repeated with Woody, and then Mandy allowed the men to come, jacking off into each other’s hands and cleaning up “the offerings.”
Their cries of pleasure made Harper jealous. It also made her nerves jump because she knew she was next. When Mandy turned to her, she wanted to look at Walker and beg him to let them leave.
Instead, he stood and walked toward her.
“Time for you to play, Slick. Are you ready?”
Despite the almost overwhelming urge to scream no, she nodded. Oscar came up and undid one side of her restraints, while Walker undid the other. Then they led her to the table and she took a calming breath.
“You have to trust us,” Walker said. “You have to give yourself into our hands. Are you ready to do that?”
“Yes, Master Walker.”
Without waiting for an order she stepped toward the table, gingerly climbing onto the rope and lying down. Woody and Aaron secured her arms and legs, and she stared at the ceiling, praying for anything but clothespins.
Chapter Fourteen
Harper sighed as Oscar’s fingers probed her pussy. He was gentle as he explored her, and she was more than a little surprised at his touch, and embarrassed that she was wet. Had watching another person’s torture aroused her, or was it being tied to the cross?
He tugged on her clit and she closed her eyes, waiting for the clamp she was sure he was going to place on it. When that didn’t happen, she opened them to find Walker and Megan staring at her from either side of the table.
Oscar continued to probe her, and when the first metal ball slipped inside her, she groaned. It was quickly followed by one more, giving her a feeling of fullness that reminded her of the wonderful way they’d taken her last night.
When the balls started to vibrate, she groaned and moved.
“Hold still,” Walker said. “If you move, you’ll get the flogger.”
She tensed up and wanted to cry out when Oscar’s fingers moved lower and toyed with her anus.
“Woody, the lube, please.” He sounded so cultured that it almost made her laugh. The cold cream made her wince, and when she felt a ball at her anus, she willed herself to relax. He pushed in the first one, and then another one. Seconds after they were in, they, too, began to vibrate.
She rolled her hips, then cried out when Walker slapped her pussy. The balls inside her moved against each other, shooting tendrils of painful feelings through her sensitive flesh.
“I said, hold still. That little slap will remind you until Oscar can flog you properly.”
“I’m sorry, Master Walker.”
He didn’t respond, and it caused an ache inside her. She wanted his approval, his acknowledgement of her. When he and Megan moved away, she wanted to cry out for Walker to come back.
Instead, Oscar appeared next to her, a flogger in his hand. This one didn’t seem as lethal as the one he’d used on her during the boat trip. And his strokes were not hard, either, after the first five.
“This is for disobeying,” he said as he delivered each one.
She groaned as he placed them, then shivered as he gently caressed her skin with the strands. He moved them over the pussy and her breasts and stomach, trailing them across her arms and legs.
The balls inside her continued to vibrate, and an almost overwhelming sensation to come came over her.
“Please.”
“Please what?” Oscar said. “Remember what I like. Tell me, Slick.”
“Please, Master O, let me come.”
“No. Not yet. We’ve barely begun.” He continued to tease her, and she sought to remain still. “Pain can come from not getting what you want, Slick.”
He delivered a few hard slaps, then leaned near her ear. “We’re ready for the real fun to begin.”
The table moved up and she took several long breaths. Oscar stepped up near her head, caressing her forehead. Woody and Aaron drew a curtain from either side of the room, moving it so that it trailed across her neck, separating her and Oscar from the rest of her body, and their view of the room.
The sound of the door opening made her flinch, and then voices filled the room.
How many people were coming inside? Who was here? Would she ever know? Hands started to caress her already aroused flesh and Oscar bent over.
“Give yourself over to it, Harper. Relax and enjoy their attentions.”
She shook her head. “I can’t. Please make them stop.”
“No. The more you fight it, the longer it will go on. You need to relax. You need to enjoy what’s happening. Feel their caresses. Feel their fingers.”
“Who is it?” She could hear the panic in her voice.
“How do I know? I’m over here with you. It could be men or women, or Doms or Dommes, or subs. It’s whomever Master Walker invited in. Invited in to see his beautiful sub on display.”
The vibrating balls sped up, and Harper groaned.
“Describe it to me. Tell me where their hands are. Tell me what you’re feeling.”
She shook her head, surprised when he stroked her gently. “Tell me.”
“They’re on my breasts.”
“And?”
“My pussy.”
“And?”
“My arms and legs.” Hands, so many hands. She couldn’t really make out how many there were, only that they were caressing her and making her feel flushed and wanted.
“Where exactly on your breasts are your new lovers’ hands?”
“My nipples.”
“Are they pulling on them?” The soothing manner in which he spoke was so different than what she was used to with him. It made her feel very sexy and wanted.
“Yes, Master O.”
“And on your pussy? Where are they? Are their fingers inside you?”
There hadn’t been until then. Fingers pushed inside and moved the balls around. A second hand tugged on her clit, and she struggled against her bonds.
“They’re on my, oh, Lord, on my clit. And, oh, inside me.”
“Do you want to come, Harper?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Then relax. When I think you’re relaxed enough, I’ll let you beg for release.” He stepped away from her and Harper tried to relax. The hands continued to caress her, some soft feminine hands, and some the harder pull of masculine hands.
Her body was on fire, an overload of sensations that she thought might drive her crazy. She relaxed her shoulders and tried to breathe normally. After what seemed an eternity Oscar came back, caressing her forehead again with gentle fingers.
“Beg them. Ask them to make you come.”
“Please.” Her voice was low.
“You can do better than that. They probably didn’t even hear you.”
“Please, please make me come. I’m begging you. Please.”
“Tell them what to do; tell them what will make you come.”
“Pinch my clit. Fuck me with your fingers. Please.” She knew she sounded like a whiney child, but it worked. Someone tugged on her clit, and fingers moved inside her, moving the balls around as Harper rolled her hips.
“Master O?”
“Come, Harper. Come hard.”
Whoever had their fingers on her clit pinched harder, and Harper sailed over the edge, her body feeling as if she were flying through space. The vibrating balls inside her pussy sped up a notch. Someone pulled a string, and the balls inside her ass came out quickly, one right after the other as Harp
er screamed in pleasure.
The other side of the curtain broke into applause, and Harper blushed furiously. Oscar dipped down and kissed her gently.
“How do you feel?”
“On fire,” she said. She could hear feet moving on the other side of the room and knew that when the curtain was opened, it would just be the three of them again. And it was. They released her quickly and then made her get on her knees.
“Flex your muscles until the balls come out,” Walker said.
Embarrassment, mixed with a silent thrill, ran through her as she obeyed him. The balls came out and dropped onto the floor, making a plopping noise. When all of them were gone, Walker lifted her and turned her over. She heard the ripping of condom packages, and then Walker took her first, fucking her with a gentle force that made her insides quake.
When Oscar replaced him, she sighed in pleasure. His thrusts were harder than Walker’s but made her body tremble just as much. All too soon he was gone, and they ordered her back on her knees.
“Jack us off,” Walker said. “You may not use your mouth on us. Nor may you speak until we’ve come.”
She felt clumsy at first as she worked their cocks, trying to get a rhythm that they both would enjoy. She’d never jacked off one man, much less two at one time.
Still, it gave her a feeling of power as their cocks pulsed in her hands. They both groaned softly, so she knew they were enjoying it. Each time their hips moved she stroked them harder, loving the feel of the two of them, fascinated by the way they each responded to her touch.
She worked her hands over their shafts, up over the heads of their cocks and back down. When she thought they were close, she tightened her fist, working her hands faster. Walker came first, and Oscar quickly followed, both of them shooting hot liquid over her breasts and stomach. They both groaned in pleasure.
“Rub it into your skin,” Oscar said. “Make us a part of you.”
She lifted her gaze to them as she did, glancing between the two of them. None of them spoke, but she knew there was no need. Something had changed between them, and it made Harper feel very needed and loved.
She’d only ever trusted Helena, and now, with these two men, she knew the circle had expanded. It was a strange coincidence to her that in searching for her missing sister she’d found herself. And she hadn’t even known she was missing.
Chapter Fifteen
They’d let Harper sleep that afternoon. She was a whirlwind of emotions, wondering how she’d missed the wonderful aspects of submission during her first attempt. When she’d posed the question to them, she’d received the answer she’d expected.
“Because you weren’t with us,” Oscar had said, his voice deep.
Now she stood in front of the open French doors, letting the breeze from the ocean wrap itself around her. The feeling was sweet, and sensuous. She almost wished for sweet lovemaking tonight instead of what her Masters had planned. Almost. She knew that they’d spent the afternoon talking to guests about Helena.
Walker had made it a special point to tell her that she couldn’t take part in the questionings. She was too close to the situation and too likely to fly off the handle and make someone clam up. She needed to stay in the room and rest, to prepare for tonight.
She wasn’t sure what preparing for tonight meant, but she was sure they would have something fun planned for the three of them. A few days ago she would have screamed that it wasn’t fair that “something fun” would be “something fairly painful” for her. Now, though, she was fine with the idea. It didn’t necessarily have to involve pain, she knew. This morning’s play date hadn’t, that was for sure. She’d experienced an incredible climax from the scene, and then she’d had a fantastic bonding experience with Walker and Oscar.
She wondered what would happen when they got back to Albuquerque. They hadn’t talked particulars, but she wasn’t too worried about what the future held. She felt safe in the knowledge her Masters would do nothing to harm her. She trusted them.
Just as the thought raced through her, the door opened and they walked in.
“What a shame,” Oscar said. “I had hoped to find you still in bed.”
“I’m sorry, Master O. Would you like me to lie down?”
“No. But I would like you to take off all your clothes. I like you naked.”
Clothes fell to the floor as she complied. He walked toward her, taking a nipple in each hand and squeezing gently. She shivered under his touch and moaned softly.
“Good girl.”
“What did you find out?” She turned to Walker.
“Not much. The Johanssons bought Helena, as we knew, but they shared her with a man named Franklin Guest. He was the man Sawyer told us about but didn’t want to name.”
“Do you think he has her?”
“He’s unpredictable, from the sounds of it,” Walker said, keeping his voice low.
“What aren’t you telling me? Please, don’t shield me.”
“Guest is a sadist,” Walker said. “From what I’ve heard, I wouldn’t put it past him to tell Helena that everything was a game and then keep her against his will.”
“Where does he live?”
“Boston. But he’s a playboy and has lots of money. I called Diego, and he’s hiring a PI in Boston to check into things for us. We should know something more tonight or tomorrow.”
“Sounds good.”
“We’re going to have a picnic on the beach,” Oscar said. There are cabanas out there with play equipment. We’re going to eat and then play.”
His fingers had been on her nipples the whole time she and Walker were talking. Now they pinched, hard.
Harper shivered and tried to pull away.
“Stop that.” He pinched again. “Submit to what I want.”
“But it hurts.”
“Harper.” She tried to relax, and she swallowed.
“I’m sorry.”
“I have ways to deal with it,” Oscar said. “But you have to learn not to pull away from me, just because I’m a little harsher than Walker.”
“A little harsher?” The sarcasm was back in her voice. “That’s like saying there’s a difference between night and day.”
He pinched and kept her nipples compressed. She groaned in pain.
“You know what to do.”
“Please, Master O. It hurts.” She tried to pull away and he pinched even harder.
“Louder.”
“Please! I’m sorry. Please, let me go. I’ll be good, I promise.”
She cried out as he gave one final hard tug, then released her aching buds.
“Position one.” When she was in position, he put his hand between her legs and caressed her. “You’ll learn to like it in your mind too. You’ll learn not to rebel. But, hopefully, not too much. I like the fact that you pull back. Gives me reasons for corrections.”
A knock sounded on the door and Walker went to open it. She remained in position, Oscar’s hand probing her pussy. A male sub came in, carrying a wicker basket.
“Masters.” He bowed. “Where shall I put this?”
“On the bed,” Walker said. The sub complied and then waited for instructions. After he’d dismissed him, Walker picked up the basket.
“Let’s go. I’m starved, and it’s too pretty a day to spend inside.”
He gave Oscar both of Harper’s leashes, which Oscar attached to her. He led her out the French doors into the warm Caribbean air. She pulled on the leashes and stared at him.
“My clothes?”
“You won’t need them,” Oscar replied. “We want you naked.”
* * * * *
Harper had expected lunch, but she hadn’t expected to provide the entertainment, so to speak. They spread out a blanket at the beach; then both of them fed her a sandwich and chips. When she was full, they sat back and took out food for themselves.
“Masturbate,” Oscar said. Harper looked around her at the full beach.
“What?”
“Yo
u heard me. Sit at the end of the blanket and masturbate while we eat. Consider yourself the lunch entertainment.”
“But don’t come,” Walker said. “Not without our permission. And here, use this.”
He tossed her a large cucumber, and she stared at it. Despite her misgivings, she knew she had to behave, had to do as they said.
People stopped to watch as she stroked herself, rubbing her clit and moaning loudly under Oscar’s direction. When she teased her swollen flesh with the cucumber, the assembled people offered encouragement, telling her to “stick it in deep.”
It was somewhat embarrassing, but it was also titillating. She felt free, and she felt wonderful. This time last week, she wouldn’t have been able to climax. Now she knew that she could. All she had to do was wait for permission.
She slid the vegetable inside her, sliding it in and out quickly, the sensations from the prickly surface bringing new feelings.
By the time her Masters were done eating a crowd had gathered. Harper wanted to come, but she didn’t dare ask. She lay on her back, one hand on her clit, while the other one moved the cucumber in and out of her pussy.
Walker cradled her head in his hand, holding her hands above her head as Oscar fucked her harder and harder with the cucumber.
“Please, I need to come.” Her body tingled with need.
“Glad to hear it,” Walker said. “But not yet.”
Oscar continued to work on her, and when he pushed the cucumber in her mouth and told her to eat, the crowd went wild. The vegetable was tangy from her juices, and Oscar fed her the whole thing. When she’d swallowed the last bite, he gently stroked her clit.
“Come for us, Slick.”
Her orgasm hit her in the center of her belly, rocking her body with pleasure. When it was over, she felt sated and still very excited.
They gave the basket to a sub and headed toward the cabanas that were labeled on the outside, and took a quick tour. Oscar and Walker made Harper read each label, asking her if she would like to visit inside.
There was sub wrestling, to which she said no; clamp torture, which made her cringe; and bondage, which was an interesting idea.
But Walker had other plans.
“Let’s go back to the main house,” he said. He and Oscar exchanged a look that she knew meant something, but she wasn’t sure what. Once inside they led her to the playrooms, stopping in front of the one marked “Wax.”
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