Tygers 4: Sweet Awakening

by Melinda Barron

  “Yes, it will give you time to think.” He stepped back and studied her. When he stepped away from her a few paces, she tried again, but the sand, which had seemed so weightless before, felt heavy and suffocating on top of her.

  “Why were you a bad girl this morning?”

  “Master, please.” Her voice shook with panic.

  “Answer me.”

  “Master.”

  “Answer me!”

  “I just wanted to make my point known. We need to go after Helena.”

  “Walker is in charge of that, not you. That’s why you’re paying him, remember?”

  “Yes, but…”

  “No buts. You threw a tantrum, and that is unacceptable behavior.”

  “Forgive me, Master O.” Harper let her gaze follow him as much as possible as he walked around her. Her panic had lessened somewhat, although it was still there. It wasn’t as overwhelming as it had been at first.

  “I should leave you here for longer than an hour, wait until the tide comes up and almost swallows you before I let you go.” His voice sounded calm and bored.

  Harper moved her head, her panic rising again.

  “No! Please, I’ll be good. I promise. I won’t do it again.”

  “Won’t you? I find that hard to believe.” He stopped at her feet and waved. “I’ll be back later. You be a good girl.”

  “No! No! Please, Master O, Please! Please don’t leave me!” She watched his retreating back and strained against the sand. A new wave of panic set in, moving down her body.

  “Master O! Please come back, please!” She screamed out the words, and when he didn’t return, she screamed out his name again. He appeared at her head.

  “Did you want something?”

  “Please don’t leave me.”

  “You expect me to stay here and be punished with you? You’re the one who was bad, not me. You’re the one who needs punishing. Why should I punish myself and stay in one place?”

  “Please?”

  “That’s not an answer, is it?” He shook his head. “If we had something interesting to talk about I suppose I could stay. Politics? Money? Movies? Books? No? How about sex?”

  “I would think the only thing worse than not being able to move would be not being able to move while you’re sexually aroused.”

  Oscar’s voice had taken on a dreamy quality. “Are your nipples hard? Aching to be touched? Are they trying to push out and can’t, because they’re bound by layers of sand? Is your cunt wet?”

  She nodded as much as she could, and Oscar studied her. “Would you like to fuck? But, wait, you can’t right now.”

  Harper shook her head. “Master, please.”

  “Please what? Do you want my cock? I suppose I could straddle you and let you suck me off. Make you dream of having your pussy stuffed with me. Of flipping you over and claiming your ass, sliding my cock in and out of your tight hole. Yes, maybe you should suck me. I’m getting rather hard thinking about you.”

  He acted like he was considering the idea; then he shook his head. “No, that wouldn’t work.”

  Oscar’s gaze roamed the almost deserted beach. “I suppose everyone is still at the races. Except for those two strapping sluts over there. Shall I make them suck me off while you watch? One mouth for my cock and one for my balls. Would that make you hot?”

  Despite her panic, her body tingled with desire. Harper didn’t want to believe she would be aroused by watching the two subs perform on him, but she knew it would. It would also make her confinement almost unbearable. Her mouth would want to join in, her pussy would want to clench around Oscar’s cock, even though it wasn’t inside her.

  “You, there, both of you. Come over here.”

  “No. Please, Master.”

  “But I’m hard, and I need relief. I shouldn’t have to wait until after your punishment because that punishes me.”

  The two subs stopped and got into classic pose.

  “Yes, Sir. How may we serve you?”

  “Stroke your cocks.” When they’d obeyed, Oscar studied them. “Stand over Slick and stroke each other.”

  Harper swallowed hard as each sub took the other’s cock in his hand. Within seconds they were hard, their cocks straining as they continued.

  “Very nice,” Oscar said from her feet. “Maybe I should make you suck them. It might be the ultimate punishment. Bound and forced to pleasure other subs.”

  Her pussy pounded with need, and she moaned softly.

  “No. I think you don’t deserve pleasure right now, but there’s no reason I can’t have it.” He undressed quickly and moved so he straddled Harper’s body, his cock in hand. He put his hand on the first sub’s head and moved it toward his cock.

  “Suck me. Tell my bad Slick how good I feel.”

  “You feel wonderful, Sir. You taste so good. I love the feel of your cock in my mouth.”

  “Good boy. Suck harder.”

  The sub moved his head up and down on Oscar’s cock. Harper closed her eyes and shuddered. She wanted to be the one sucking him.

  “Watch! I didn’t give you permission to close your eyes.” His gaze darted to the second sub. “I bet if I bent you over and stuffed you full, you’d love it, wouldn’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Slick likes it when I fuck her ass. She screams in pleasure. Would you scream in pleasure?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Give us an example. Pretend I’m fucking you.”

  “Please, Master. Fuck me harder. Oh, yes, feed me your cock. Fuck me. Please, Sir, please, fuck my ass.” The sub’s voice was loud and full of passion.

  “Very good. And as tempting an idea as it is, I’d rather you sucked me.” He pulled his cock from the first sub and turned to the second. He was still right above Harper, and she could see everything.

  Watching them was torture. When the sub swallowed Oscar’s cock, Oscar groaned and reached behind him, grabbing the other sub’s hair and pulling him close. “Lick my balls and fuck my ass with your tongue.”

  Harper tried in vain to move. Her body was on fire with need, and Oscar’s moaning as the men served him didn’t help.

  “That’s it. Fuck my ass with that tongue. How do I taste?”

  “Magnificent, Sir.” The sub had Oscar’s cheeks spread, his head bobbing up and down as he worshipped Oscar’s ass.

  “Good boys. Very good boys.”

  Finally, Oscar pulled away and masturbated himself to orgasm, shooting his stream in the sub’s open mouth. The sub behind him continued to lick his balls and ass, and Oscar’s yells of delight made Harper’s misery that much stronger.

  “Oh, very nice.” He looked down at Harper. “If you’d been a good girl today, you could have played too. He stepped away and patted each sub on the head as if he were giving approval to a pet for a job well done.

  “Sixty-nine each other right next to Slick. Make lots of noise so she can listen. I’ll tell you when you can come.”

  Harper shivered as Oscar lay down next to her on her other side, his lips as close to her ear as he could get.

  “It’s a shame you’re not going to be able to come today. Maybe tonight. I’m not sure. But I will not tolerate your temper tantrums. Do I make myself clear?”

  “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”

  “As long as we understand each other. Now that I know whipping will make you come, it’s no longer a viable punishment option. But torturing you like this will be. And if I don’t have sand, I can purchase body bags.”

  Harper shivered and shook her head violently.

  “Good.” He turned to the subs, who were nosily sucking each other. “Come, and swallow it all.”

  Their muffled moans and groans increased then Oscar stood. “Good boys. Now, dig up my little Slick, and let’s see how wet the sand is under her pussy.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  M’s Playhouse was nothing like Tygers, in the physical sense. Tygers sat out in the open, in a warehouse-type building. M’s Play
house was on a huge tract of private land, in a plantation-style home that sat near the ocean.

  A person couldn’t get through the front gate without an invitation, and Sawyer, who had decided to come with them, was their invitation since he was a member.

  Once inside the building, Harper thought she could be in Tygers. The place was teeming with people, in various stages of undress. There were bars in various rooms, but there was no public room, as in Tygers.

  Harper stuck close to her Doms, her gaze roaming the crowd in search of her sister. The information Sawyer had given them on the boat ride over had been more than disturbing. The Johanssons had informed Walker they had purchased Helena for the week they were there. But Helena had asked to bring in a new friend, a man she’d met named Franklin Guest.

  They’d said Guest was a true sadist, and that at times his brand of dominance made them uncomfortable. By the end of the week, they’d signed ownership of Helena over to him.

  Sawyer told them Guest was on probation on his island from a previous visit. If he’d known about Guest’s involvement with Helena, he would have intervened.

  “I’d had complaints about him before, from both Doms and subs,” Sawyer had said. “He’s a rich boy, bored with his life. I had no idea he would take things so far as to actually sell a sub against her will.”

  But according to the information Walker had received, that’s exactly what was happening tonight. Helena had been advertised as “a pain slut” who had to be kept in line and was unwilling to have a new owner, information that boggled Harper’s mind.

  “I thought all BDSM was consensual,” she said as they moved into another room.

  “The good stuff is,” Walker said. “But just like everything, there is an underground. I suppose Guest is part of it.”

  “But to do it in public? Why wouldn’t she run? I don’t understand.”

  “He could be using a threat of some sort,” Oscar said. “Maybe she told him about you, and he threatened to kidnap you in case she didn’t cooperate. Or maybe it was all fun and games at first, and by the time she realized it wasn’t a game, she couldn’t figure a way out.”

  “How could that be? She could call me.”

  “Not if he’s monitoring her every move,” Walker said. “If he stays by her side 24-7 or ties her up when he’s not around. If she tries to make a phone call, he might beat her. If she tries to run and he catches her and punishes her, she might give up after a while. He could be messing with her mind.”

  At Harper’s stricken look, he stroked her cheek. “Relax. We’re going to find her.”

  They searched through all the community rooms and came up empty.

  “She must be in a private room,” Walker said. “Those are going to be harder to search.”

  Sawyer shook his head, then flagged down a waiter. “I understand there’s an auction tonight.”

  “Every night,” the man said. “Second floor.”

  “No, not the fun kind. The real kind.”

  The man looked uncomfortable and looked around. “We don’t allow that here.”

  “What if you know about it but don’t really know about it?” Oscar waved a hundred-dollar bill in front of the man’s face. “Pretty, dark-haired woman. Very short, busty.”

  The man looked around nervously. “I don’t know about a dark-haired woman, but there’s a short blonde woman in one of the cabanas outside. Rumor has it her Master is auctioning off her services for a week at a time. Some of our more, um, wicked members are out there.”

  Harper opened her mouth, then closed it when Walker took her hand.

  “Which cabana?” he asked the man, who had grabbed Oscar’s money.

  “Four. The auction starts at midnight.”

  Harper’s hands shook in fear, and in anger. She took off for the front door, pushing past people, and ignoring Walker’s yells for her to stop. She wanted to find Guest and rip his balls off. She’d just found a path that led toward the water when arms came around her waist.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” Walker’s voice was dangerously low.

  “I’m going to find my sister. Let me go!”

  “No! And don’t even try to argue with me on this. You’re staying here with Sawyer. Oscar and I will go and find Helena.”

  “Screw you!” She kicked out at him and then went still when a man screamed out, “Hey. Is there a problem here?”

  “Yes, there is. You’re auctioning off human flesh, you asshole!”

  “Harper!”

  “All ‘slaves’ are willing,” the man said. “Who are you people? I don’t recognize you.”

  “T.K.” Sawyer stepped forward, and the man’s face lost some of its anger.

  “Sawyer. Long time, no see. You wanna let me know what’s going on here?”

  Walker glanced at his watch. “What do you know about what’s happening in cabana four?”

  “It’s a private party,” the man replied. “Who are you again?”

  “Walker Bryant. This is Oscar Ruiz and our sub, Harper Sampson. We believe her sister, Helena, is being auctioned off in cabana four, against her will. Dyed blonde hair, about five feet tall. I believe if you ask her, she’ll tell you the truth.”

  T.K. took a phone from his belt and engaged the talk button. “Security to four. Find a short woman with blond hair and bring her to me in my office. Now. I don’t care what kind of trouble her Master gives you; I want to see this woman for myself.”

  “Yes, sir,” a deep voice answered.

  He held out his hand to Walker and Oscar. “T.K. Holing. Let’s go inside and wait. They’ll get the job done better than we can; I guarantee it.”

  “But my sister,” Harper said, her voice breaking. “We need to go ourselves.”

  “If she’s here, they’ll bring her,” T.K. said. “I promise you that.”

  They followed T.K. inside the building, and when they were in his office, Harper studied him. He was a huge man. She guessed his height at six-four. He was of mixed race, with beautiful cocoa skin. His head was shaved, and his eyes were dark and piercing.

  He walked to a bar and returned with a bottle of water that he handed to Harper, who was working to hold back her tears.

  “Drink this. If your sister’s here, we’ll find her.”

  She nodded and took a sip of the water. Walker and Oscar stepped near her, their hands on her shoulders. Their presence made her feel warm and safe. But she still worried about Helena.

  “Everyone else can help themselves to the bar if they like.”

  No one moved, and seconds later T.K.’s phone vibrated. The voice they’d heard earlier sounded in the room. “Backup to four. Backup to four.”

  “Shit.” T.K. took off out a back door, with Walker and Oscar hot on his heels. Oscar pointed to Harper. “Stay here!”

  He disappeared out the door, and she turned to Sawyer. “Like hell. Don’t even try to stop me.”

  She took off after them, bounding down the stairs and taking off at a run across the lush lawn. People were running out of a cabana and Harper stopped, searching the faces of the women. She didn’t see her sister, but when the crowd had thinned, she stiffened when she heard Helena scream.

  “Over here!” She turned around, disoriented in the dark, and saw a man dragging Helena toward the trees.

  “Help me!”

  “Walker! Walker, over here!” She took off at a run again, her heart beating wildly. Right before she got to the trees, a man screamed in pain.

  “Bitch! You fucking bit me!”

  “Walker!” Harper screamed at the top of her lungs as she rushed to her sister. She’d almost made it there when Walker and T.K. rushed past her, Walker grabbing for Helena and T.K. slamming his fist into the man’s face.

  Harper tried to run to them, but Oscar’s arms came around her waist. “Don’t you ever listen?”

  “Helena.” Her voice was almost a cry as she watched her sister struggle against Walker’s arms. “Helena, it’s all right. He’s
a friend.”

  “Helena, it’s me. Walker, from Albuquerque. I’m with Harper. Stop fighting me. Stop!”

  Harper laughed in relief as her sister went still. “Harper?”

  “It’s all right, baby. You’re safe now.” He released her, and Helena wheeled on him, ready to fight. When he stayed still, she turned toward Harper, running across the lawn. Oscar let Harper go, and the sisters threw their arms around each other.

  “Harper, I’m so glad to see you. I love you.”

  “I love you too.” Harper held her sister’s trembling body close, her eyes focusing on the spot near the trees where T.K. was on top of the man she figured must be Franklin Guest. Walker stood near them, doing nothing to stop the punches T.K. was delivering.

  Oscar quickly moved toward the men, and together, he and Walker pulled T.K. off.

  Helena pushed back from her sister and looked up. “What are you doing here?”

  “Why, rescuing you, of course. I brought my two Doms with me.”

  “Your two what?”

  “My Doms. Walker and Oscar. We’re together. The three of us.”

  Helena stared at her, then sniffled. “When did this happen?”

  “When you disappeared. I’ll tell you later. Are you all right?”

  Helena nodded. “I was stupid. I never thought he’d hurt me. I thought it was a game.”

  Two large men rushed past them and took control of Guest. The Doms walked to the women, and Helena greeted Oscar and Walker.

  “Thanks.” She glanced at T.K. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

  “Not your fault. But I would like us all to go inside and discuss this.”

  “Are you calling the cops?” Walker asked.

  “Do you want me to?” T.K. asked Helena.

  “No. I blame myself for a great deal of it. I just want him hurt.”

  “Don’t worry,” T.K. said. “I took care of that.”

  * * * * *

  Helena took a sip from her drink and stared at her sister. The men were talking in a corner and she leaned closer to Harper.

  “How did you get with Walker and Oscar?”

  “I went to Diego Fuentes’s new detective agency to hire someone to find you. I was scared.”