Dark Redemption

by Barron, Melinda

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Good. I imagine they vibrate very sweetly when you’re riding your bike.”

  “Yes, Master, they do.”

  “I like that idea. My new subbie’s a naughty little girl.” He traced his fingers over the material still covering her breasts. He tugged lightly on each nipple ring and enjoyed the moan.

  “Does my subbie like to be punished?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Good.” He quickly undid the rest of the ties and pushed the robe away from her body. In the candlelight, she looked soft and sweet.

  He tugged on each nipple ring, holding them both high until she groaned.

  “I’m going to make you mine, Tatum. You’ll belong to me in every sense of the word. Do you understand what I’m saying by that?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Then tell me what it means. Tell me exactly what it means.”

  * * *

  Tatum’s body was heated from where Knox had traced her with his hands. The small places where he had touched her were on fire. Now, he was pulling on her nipple rings, just enough to cause friction that tightened the buds further. The sensations shot straight down to her clit, which throbbed in anticipation.

  “Your word is law, Master.”

  “Very good. What else.” He pulled more on the rings and she moaned, lifting her back from the stone to ease the tension.

  “Lie still.”

  The tension grew as she lay back down.

  “Master, please.”

  “What else? Answer me.” He increased the pull on the rings and her nipples began to throb.

  “My body belongs to you.”

  “That’s right.” He released the rings so swiftly, her breasts jiggled.

  He moved to the bottom of the table. “Put your ass on the end of the table, right here.”

  She moved down and sat where he indicated. Maybe he was going to fuck her now. She knew both of them needed it. She was wet as a river, and she knew his cock was hard, bursting to get out of his jeans.

  When she was positioned at the end, she lay back as he’d told her.

  “Spread your legs. Show me your pussy.”

  There was barely enough room on the table for her to put her feet on the stone and spread her thighs apart. She felt as if she was on display for the whole world to see.

  “Spread your lips.”

  She slid her fingers along her slit and then opened her pussy. It opened easily, the air cool on her wet heat. Tatum fought to stay in position when he lowered his face to get a better look.

  She could feel him between her thighs, his head not touching, just lingering there as he examined her.

  When Knox’s breath hit her clit she almost came, her hips lifting off the table. His chuckle unnerved her. She lay there for what seemed like forever with him just examining her pussy.

  She hissed when his fingers traced the bar of her hood piercing, trailing down to the slave ring that encircled her clit. Then he tugged gently on each ring that ran through her labia.

  “Very pretty, Tatum.”

  “Thank you, Master.”

  “You may get back in your original position now. And take off the robe.”

  She exhaled in obvious disappointment, and he laughed.

  “No fucking yet. It’s much too soon for that.”

  When she was naked and lying back on the table, she turned her gaze to him. He’d wandered over to the far wall, where all sorts of whips, chains, floggers and other items hung. Her stomach clenched as she wondered which one he would choose.

  Would he be a cruel Master? She hoped not. She wasn’t into to heavy pain. Small punishments were fine, but not whippings. Would he choose something to tease her? Something to tantalize her body.

  She heard the clinking of chains and she swallowed a groan. He went toward the door and hit a button. A chain lowered down above the table. Oh, crap. He was going to tie her to the ceiling. The idea scared the wits out of her, but she stayed in place.

  He came back to the table and attached a small chain between her nipple rings. He trailed the chain down to her belly button but didn’t attach it. Instead he moved to her clit. His fingers brushed the excited nub when he attached the chain to her slave ring.

  Okay, okay. He’s not going to chain you. He just lowered the chain from the ceiling to keep you on guard. Mind games. You can handle this.

  She gasped when he attached a second small chain to the first one, then linked that chain to the one from the ceiling. All of her rings lifted up, pulling against their new restraint; Tatum moaned.

  “Silence.”

  “Master, please.”

  He slapped her pussy. “I said, silence.”

  She lifted off the table in an effort to ease the pressure on her sensitive nipples and clit.

  He moved to the top of the table and put his mouth near her ears. His voice was deep and held just a tinge of irritation.

  “Do I need to restrain you?”

  “No, Master.”

  “Then lie still. One more move and I’ll put the cuffs on. Do you understand me?”

  “Yes, Master.” Tatum lay flat against the stone, biting back a moan when Knox went to the wall and moved the chain higher. He crossed back to the table and began to gently caress her stomach.

  “Let me tell you the rules, Tatum. You knew the first two. Here are the rest. You will not orgasm without my permission. You will not play with George without my permission. You will obey me in all physical things. And you will submit to me in every way I see fit. Do you understand me?”

  “Yes, Master.” She could hear the trembling in her voice. The pull on her rings was becoming uncomfortable, producing a dull throb that Tatum knew would provide a heady orgasm, if he allowed it.

  “Master.” The word sounded like a plea.

  “I know, Tatum. In good time I’ll let you come.”

  He went to the wall and decreased the pressure on the chain. Tatum sighed, but she didn’t know if it was in relief, or disappointment.

  When he was back at the table, he put his hands down near her hips and ran his gaze up and down her body.

  “You’re so beautiful.”

  “Thank you, Master. Please let me come.”

  “No. Not yet.”

  He continued to examine her. Finally, he gave an appreciative murmur. “This is just a little ‘get acquainted’ session. I wanted to see your body. Would you like to see mine?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  His eyebrows lifted in amusement; then he shook his head. “I think not.”

  “What?” Tatum sat up, realizing as she did so, she had broken his latest edict. She lay back down and murmured that she was sorry.

  “Anticipation is everything. I want to make sure you want my cock fully before I give it to you.”

  “I do.” She bit her lip and quickly added, “Master.”

  “No, all you want right now is to fuck. And I wasn’t going to fuck you tonight anyway.”

  “Why?” She could hear the desperation in her voice, and it pained her. “Have I not pleased you?”

  “Oh, you’ve pleased me very much. Except for the fact that you rose up.”

  He gave her a look, then moved and fastened the cuffs around her wrists.

  “Master, please. Don’t.”

  He attached the ones around her ankles, then patted her thigh.

  “You’ve been a fairly good girl. But you don’t trust people, Tatum, and I want you to trust me before I fuck you.”

  He went to the wall and tightened the chain. Tatum fought not to buck against it. She expected him to return, to touch and caress her as the tension on her rings moved through her body. Instead he sat down in a chair against the far wall, so she couldn’t see him. She heard his zipper come down and she closed her eyes, the image of his untouchable cock almost too much to bear. The unmistakable sound of him stroking his dick almost drove her insane. She struggled against her restraints as the sounds of his heavy breathin
g increased.

  “Can I trust you to be a good girl?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Then lie still. Close your eyes and listen to me.”

  Tatum closed her eyes. She heard a bottle open and close. Seconds later, Knox’s moans of pleasure filled the room.

  “My cock is hard for you, Tatum. But I’m not ready to let you have it just yet. Can you hear me stroking it?”

  “Yes, Master.” The pain from the tension in her nipples and clit was beginning to throb again; a dull sensation that would soon turn to pain.

  “Master, please. It hurts.”

  “Lie still. Lie still and submit. Trust me. I won’t let it go too far.”

  The bottle she’d heard must have been lube because she could hear his hand sliding up and down his oiled cock.

  “Master, please.”

  “Submit, Tatum. Just a little longer. Do you trust me not to hurt you?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Then lie still. Submit to what I want.” Tatum heard his movements quicken. Seconds later, he groaned, and she knew that he’d come.

  He took several deep breaths; the sound of it music to Tatum’s ears. She groaned softly as she listened to him clean up his cum, and then zip his pants back up.

  Then, he was beside her again, gently caressing her temples.

  Without saying anything, he tugged gently on each nipple ring, then on her clit ring.

  “Very good,” he said before crossing to the switch and releasing the tension.

  “Thank you, Master.”

  “You’re welcome, little subbie. You did very well.”

  He angled himself against the table, gently caressing her sides.

  “Do you need to come, Tatum?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  He slowly undid each restraint. Tatum knew better than to move. When he unhooked the chains she bit back a sigh of relief.

  “Close your eyes and just lie there for a few minutes. It’s not going to take long for me to be hard again.”

  She closed her eyes. The sound of him moving across the room reached her ears. He sat back in the chair and she sighed. If he were hard again, would he fuck her? Would he change his mind? Damn, she hoped so.

  The longer she lay on the table, the more images ran through her mind. Of her and Knox, in many different positions, in many different scenarios. Today’s session let her know that he could lead her into wonderful pleasures. She knew that when he finally allowed her to come, she would shoot off like a rocket.

  But the longer he waited, the antsier she got. How long had she lain there? Five minutes? Ten? Why was he making her wait? She squirmed, and was met with a stern, “Lie still.”

  Finally, after a few more minutes of torture, she heard him shift in his chair.

  “Would you like for me to let you have some relief now, Tatum? I bet you’re throbbing to come.”

  “Yes, Master. Please.”

  “Stand before me.”

  She did, lowering her gaze. The bulge had returned to the front of his jeans.

  “Spread your legs. Put one hand behind your back. Stroke your pussy with the other one.”

  “Master.”

  “Now.”

  She’d never enjoyed masturbating in front of anyone, not even Brandon. She tentatively spread her lips and dipped her fingers inside.

  “Hurry up, Tatum; you’re making me angry. If you continue this little game, I won’t let you come.”

  Her clit was warm under her touch, still throbbing from its treatment by the chain. She rubbed it gently, then threw her head back and moaned.

  “Look at me, Tatum. I want to see your face when you come.”

  She increased the pressure, her fingers sliding down into her wetness and drawing it back over her clit.

  “Master, please.”

  “Not yet. Keep playing. Tug on your rings. Make noise for me. I want to hear your pleasure.”

  Tatum did as he asked, moaning and sighing as she fingered her clit and pulled on the rings.

  “Master, I can’t wait anymore. Please!”

  “Not yet.” His voice sounded harsh. “Move your other hand to your nipples. Ask me one more time and you won’t get to come at all tonight.”

  Tatum thought she would go crazy. The sensations were building to a level she’d never felt before. She could feel Knox’s eyes on her. She bit back the urge to beg, instead moaning and sending him pleading looks. Each time he shook his head and encouraged her to tug harder or rub faster.

  Finally, when she thought she could stand it no more, he said softly, “Come.”

  And Tatum did. She flew over the edge, losing her balance, and dropping to her knees as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her body.

  “Master. Master. Master. Oh, I, oh…”

  Aftershocks ripped through her as she continued to stroke her aching clit. She was vaguely aware of Knox praising her, telling her she was a very, very good subbie. His very, very good subbie.

  “Come back to me, Tatum.” She could hear the amusement in his voice. “Clean your fingers and then come and suck me.”

  Their gazes locked as she licked her fingers clean. At his nod, she crawled to him. He slowly undid his jeans, staring at her with his penetrating gaze.

  “Release my cock.”

  She shivered as she touched his hardness. He was long and beautifully thick. When he was all out, she stroked him gently.

  “May I suck your cock, Master?”

  “Hands behind your back.” She did as he demanded. Then he nodded his assent and she took him inside her, his thickness pulsing as she gently sucked him up and down. She felt him tug at the pins in her hair. It fell down her back and he buried his hands inside it.

  She wanted her own hands, wanted to stroke the part of him that wasn’t in her mouth, wanted to lightly caress his tight balls. She knew from the way they looked that he wasn’t going to last long, and she was right. His moans, with little murmurs of her name, made her feel wonderful, connected.

  Minutes after she’d taken him, he told her to push back. She knelt with her hands behind her back and watched as he stroked himself and shot his cum over her breasts. It was warm and gave her the most amazing, intimate feeling.

  When he was done, he crouched in front of her and massaged his seed into her breasts, lifting his palms to her face for her to lick clean. He didn’t have to tell her to do it, he just held his hands in front of her face and it came to her naturally.

  Then he stood and pressed her head into his thigh.

  “Feel better, little Tatum?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Good. I’m the happiest man in this whole place right now.”

  She laughed as he continued to stroke her hair as she rested against his jean-clad thigh.

  “Thank you, Tatum.”

  She lifted her gaze to his. “Me? Why thank me?”

  “For your gift of submission. You’ve been a very good girl.”

  He winked at her and she felt her body flush. Brandon had never thanked her. In fact, he always expected her to be grateful to him.

  “Dinner tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up at your house around seven-thirty. Be naked when I get there but have a dress ready to wear to dinner.”

  He helped her stand, her legs trembling under her.

  “And, Tatum? No George. Keep your fingers off your body until we’re together again. Do you understand me?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Good. ’Cause I’ll know if you’re naughty and need punishing. Never forget that.”

  Her body shivered at his words, and she sighed when he dropped his face to hers, lightly touching their lips together in a half kiss.

  Chapter 4

  “You’re in a good mood.”

  Tatum stopped stocking the shelves and turned to her friend, Marcy, who sat a new box of pots next to the half empty one.

  “I was. Thanks for bringing me more work.”

  “No problem. So, what’s p
ut such a smile on your face?”

  “Just a beautiful day.” Tatum turned back to her task to hide her grin. That, plus a fantastic orgasm at the hands of an absolutely incredible Dom, who wants me again tonight.

  “Right. I haven’t seen you like this in ages. What’s his name? And does he have a brother?”

  Tatum laughed. “I hate to tell you, but I don’t know.”

  Marcy’s eyebrows shot up. “You don’t know his name, or you don’t know if he has a brother?”

  “The latter. His name is Knox.”

  “Does he retain water?” Marcy giggled.

  “Very funny. Actually, he’s a doctor.”

  “Well, look at you. I’m impressed, and now I want to know if he has any doctor friends.”

  “I’m sure he does, but I haven’t met them yet.”

  Marcy glanced over her shoulders, and then started handing pots to Tatum to put on the shelf.

  “What’s he like in bed?”

  “Marcy!”

  “Well, for you to smile like that, it must have been incredible. You’ve been grinning since you rode up. I’m surprised there weren’t any bugs in your teeth.”

  “That’s why I wear a shield on the highway. Listen, no hard feelings or anything, but I don’t want to talk about it. Let’s just say he’s a nice guy.”

  “Spoilsport.” Marcy tossed Tatum another pot.

  Tatum caught it and put it on the shelf. They made quick work of unloading both the boxes, then walked to the storeroom.

  “Marcy, can I ask you something?”

  “Wanna know how to keep Knox’s Mr. Happy, happy? It has been a while for you.” Marcy raised her eyebrows hopefully.

  “No. I think we can handle that. If you were trying to figure out what a key belonged to, how would you go about it?”

  “A key?” A look of confusion crossed Marcy’s face. “Like a house key, or a car key?”

  “It’s neither, it’s smaller. I’m thinking it’s to a lock, or something like that.”

  “A safety deposit box? Did this belong to your uncle?”

  “Yes.” Tatum’s eyes turned soft. “I sold Knox one of Craig’s bikes. He found it taped to the underside of the seat.”

  “Wow, a mystery. Cool. Let’s see it.” She held out her hand.

  Tatum dropped the key on to her palm and frowned.