Tygers 4: Sweet Awakening
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“Thank you so much, baby sister.” Helena kissed her cheek, and then put her head on Harper’s shoulder.
The ordeal Helena had described was terrible. It had started off as fun, and she’d enjoyed Guest’s attentions. But then he’d gotten more demanding and insisted on her doing things that made her uncomfortable. When she’d refused, he’d beaten her and made her do them anyway. He’d even offered her a ride to Miami, but then wouldn’t let her go.
“You should press charges,” Harper said as she stroked her sister’s hair. There were bruises on her arms and some cut marks that Harper thought needed attention. Harper didn’t want to know how they’d happened, but it made her stomach roil as she thought about the pain her sister had endured.
“No. I don’t want to do that. The only thing I want is for no other woman to have to go through what I just did. It was horrid.”
“If he was in jail, that wouldn’t happen.”
Helena looked up at her sister. “Harper, you’re smart. You know he’d get off. He’s rich and can hire a ton of lawyers.”
“You’re rich too. Hire some yourself, and sue him for false imprisonment or something. Oscar’s a lawyer. Ask him.”
The sisters grew silent and then Helena laughed. “You’re in love with him. In love with both of them.”
“No. I hardly know them, I can’t love them. Not yet. Although they did give me my first orgasm.”
Helena squealed in delight. “You had an orgasm?”
The four men standing across the room turned to stare at them.
“Hush. Yes, I did. More than one.” She shivered under the knowing gazes of Walker and Oscar. The look on T.K.’s face was pure amusement, and Sawyer laughed out loud.
“I’m so happy for you.”
“Thanks, but you didn’t have to announce it to the world.”
“Sorry. So, if you move in with them, we can sell the house. Or y’all could move into that one.”
“Helena, you’re putting the cart before the horse. We haven’t talked about that, and I don’t think it’s something that’s likely to happen.”
“Please, they taught you how to orgasm, and I’ve seen the way you look at them. Wake up and smell the coffee, baby sis.”
Harper stared at the two men across the room who had so captivated her attention for the last week. One blond, one with black hair; one tall, one a little shorter. Both of them Dominant males who wanted to get their way in everything. And both of them totally gorgeous and able to make her come.
Could she live the rest of her life with them? Could she share herself with them? She’d always wanted to get married and have children. Living with two men wasn’t conducive to a normal relationship, was it?
“Now who’s jumping the gun,” she whispered, as she watched her sister cross to the men and hug them all. Helena batted her eyes at T.K., who gave her an appreciative glance.
“Leave it to Helena,” Harper said as Walker and Oscar came up to her. “She’s flirting with him.”
“I think she’s a little shell shocked, and maybe this is her way of trying to gloss things over,” Walker said. “But Helena’s a survivor. It might take her a little bit, but she’ll bounce back and be her old self.”
Harper watched her sister. She could see that Walker was right. She was trying to put on a good front, as if nothing was wrong. She wanted to go to her and hug her, tell her things would be fine. But she knew that would upset Helena even more.
Instead, she turned to her Masters and batted her eyes at them. “How am I doing in the flirting department?”
“Perfect,” Walker said. “You’ve got me hard.”
“That makes two of us,” Oscar said.
“Good. We’ve found my sister, so you’re no longer my employee, are you, Walker?”
“That’s right. I’ll end the billing cycle at, say, eleven.”
“What time is it now?”
“Eleven oh one,” Oscar said, turning to T.K. “You have a flogger I can borrow? Or maybe a riding crop?”
“Yes, I do,” T.K. replied. “Would you like a room, or do you want to go public?”
“Public,” Oscar said, looking back at Harper. “I have a subbie who can’t follow orders when she’s told to stay put. A riding crop across her sweet ass might get my point across.”
“Don’t count on it,” Helena said with a laugh. “Harper always did have a mind of her own.”
“That’s good,” Oscar said. “As long as she learns to follow directions, we’ll be just fine.”
He took the crop that T.K. handed him and flexed it. The instrument bowed slightly, and then snapped back into place. “Perfect. What do you think, Slick?”
“I’m thinking that, although it was frightening, I liked the punishment without pain better.”
“Well, let’s take a vote,” Oscar said. “There are three of us. All for the whipping, raise your hand.”
Oscar’s hand went up, and so did Walker’s.
“This isn’t fair. I’ll always be outvoted.”
“Yes, you will,” Walker said. “And you’ll love losing every vote. Trust me.”
THE END
Melinda Barron
Melinda Barron loves to explore Egyptian tombs and temples, discover Mayan ruins, play in castles towers, and explore new cities and countries. She generally does it all from the comfort of her home by opening a book.
Melinda is the fourth of five children born to an Army officer and his wife. A longtime newspaper journalist, Melinda has loved to read and write from an early age. Now she lives in the Texas Panhandle with two cats, Amelia and Pippin, and enough books to, according to her brother, open her own library. In addition to reading and writing Melinda enjoys travel, cross-stitching, watching movies and spending time with her friends and family.