Dark Redemption

by Barron, Melinda

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good.”

  Thursday to Tuesday? Did that mean they would be leaving then? They would have the weekend at Paragon’s, to explore and find out whom Heaven had left with.

  The door to the office opened and Honor wondered who this was. When Janice called out a greeting to Ryker, relief flooded Honor’s body. Maybe this was done. Maybe he would release her now. After Janice left.

  “Long day?” Gideon asked.

  “Yeah, I need a drink. Get me one.”

  “Get it yourself,” Gideon replied.

  “Oh, I’ll do it,” Janice said with a laugh. Honor swallowed a gasp, wiggling against her bindings.

  No! No! Don’t let her come back here.

  “That’s fine, Janice,” Ryker said. “I can do it myself.”

  Honor could hear footsteps crossing the carpet, and then a body stepped in front of her. Voices filled the room, and the sound of a zipper coming down sounded right in her ear. Seconds later a cock was at her mouth. It pushed against her lips and she opened up, sucking him in.

  Was this Ryker or Gideon? Whoever it was had a long, thick cock. And he was hard. He moved his hips into her face and she tried to take him in as fast as he moved, fighting back the gagging reflex. That noise would alert Janice, who would surely come to investigate.

  The cock was pulled from her mouth, and the zipper went back up. There was the sound of a drink being made, and then he moved away. Seconds later Janice’s laughter filled the room.

  “I guess you have to get your own.”

  There was a grumbling, and then another man moved in front of her. A zipper came down and another cock pushed against her lips. This one was a little shorter, but thicker, than the last one. He was very hard, though, and he moved his hips quickly, fucking her mouth in short, sharp thrusts.

  She wondered what Janice thought. Surely she could see the man, either Ryker or Gideon, making fucking movements behind the bar. Or was her back to the bar? Had the other man distracted her so his friend could get a blowjob?

  He gave her several hard thrusts then pulled away. The zipper went back up and she could hear ice hitting a glass, liquid being poured, and then the man left. She could hear the three of them talking, and her anxiety increased. What if the men who had been fucking her mouth weren’t Gideon or Ryker? What if someone else had come in when the door had been opened and that person hadn’t spoken? Or she’d missed the greeting because she’d been so nervous?

  The time seemed to drag by. Honor’s knees hurt from staying in one position. They needed to make Janice leave, to let her up. Instead they laughed, joked, and drank. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on her inner peace. It would be over soon. They couldn’t keep her here forever.

  “Do y’all want another one?” Janice laughed. The two men spoke at once, saying there was no need for her to be a servant.

  Honor sighed as a man appeared in front of her again. Once more the zipper came down and he fed her his cock. She sucked greedily, surprised she was actually enjoying it this time. It was the second cock she’d tasted, the shorter, stouter one. His hip movements were fast, and when warm liquid flooded her mouth, she tried to pull back. His hand went to the back of her head and kept her in place.

  She had no choice but to swallow. If she didn’t she would gag, giving herself away. She swallowed as quickly as she could, trying not to cough as he pulled back and sprayed the rest of his warm seed over her breasts.

  He put his cock back between her lips, and she licked the tip, taking the last of his cum into her mouth. Who had she just sucked off? Ryker? Or Gideon? And would the other man come and have her do it to him too?

  He patted her head much like a Master would pat his dog for doing a good job, and then he left. She heard them talking again, and then she heard Janice say it was late and time to leave. The door opened and closed, and seconds later Honor had another cock in her mouth.

  The man put his hands on either side of her head, moving her up and down on him, sliding himself in and out of her as she sucked him hard. It didn’t take him long, and when he did come, he gave her just a taste before stepping back and coating her body with his fluid. The stream hit her breasts and stomach, trickling down to her bald pussy.

  “Please untie me.” She turned her head, wondering who was standing where. The man she’d just sucked reached behind her and undid the lead on her wrist cuffs. He pulled them apart, and then stepped away from her. She could feel both of them watching her. She knew they were standing together.

  “Make yourself come,” Ryker said.

  His words made her shiver. She hoped she could pull this off, because if she couldn’t, then all would be lost.

  Her hands dove into her pussy, madly searching for her clit. It was hard, and it throbbed under her touch. She moved it back and forth, just as the women in the videos she’d watched did, rubbing harder and harder, faster and faster.

  The feelings rose, then sank and rose again. She was close, she knew it. She had to be close.

  “Faster,” Gideon said. “Come. You have to come when we tell you to.”

  She rubbed harder but knew it was lost. She’d thought it would happen. Thought this time would be different. But she couldn’t let them know. She threw back her head and moaned loudly, moving her hips back and forth, playing the drama out.

  When she was done, silence reigned in the room. Then, Ryker spoke, his voice dangerously low. “When we give an order, we expect it to be followed.”

  “What?” Her blindfold was pulled from her face, and she blinked against the light.

  “You expect us to believe that?” Gideon shook his head. “You didn’t come. You faked it. Why?”

  “I did. I swear it.”

  “Don’t lie.” Gideon’s voice was deep and commanding. “Tell us why you faked it.”

  “Because I can’t come, all right? I’ve never had an orgasm. Never. Are you satisfied?”

  She pulled against her leg restraints, and when Ryker’s arms went around her from the front, she tried to buck him off.

  “Get off me!”

  “Calm down.”

  “No! Leave me alone.” Tears flooded her face. It was so embarrassing, so humiliating. Here were two men who regularly gave orgasms to women and she couldn’t get one from them. Why had she thought it would be different?

  She put her head on his arm and cried, hot tears flooding her face. He held her close, and when a hand stroked her hair, she knew it was Gideon.

  “Shit.” Ryker said. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

  “It’s not exactly dinner conversation,” she said around her hiccups. “Oh, by the way, I can’t climax. Could you please pass the butter?”

  They both laughed and Ryker pushed her back. Gideon stood behind him, leaning against the shelves.

  “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “If I can’t fool you, then I guess I won’t be able to fool the people at the resort, will I?”

  “You won’t have to,” Gideon said.

  Her heart broke at his words, because she knew that meant they were leaving her here. She was inadequate, sexually. And it meant she couldn’t join in the hunt for Heaven.

  She lifted her gaze to Gideon and his smile, which looked like it belonged on a mischievous child, made her shiver.

  “I always did love a challenge.”

  “Exactly,” Ryker said. “We play tonight and tomorrow at Jaguars, and we play hard. Are you ready for it?”

  “But what about the fact I can’t climax?”

  “You will,” Gideon said. “It may take a while, but you will. Once you’ve had one, it will open the floodgates and you’ll be coming all over the place.”

  Chapter 5

  Gideon pushed a margarita in front of her. “Make sure you eat some chips and hot sauce with it.”

  She smiled and looked down at the table. They’d chosen a popular Mexican restaurant just off I-40. They were hungry and wanted to eat before they went to Jaguars to play. She sipped
at her drink and began to eat the chips and salsa as they waited for their meals.

  “What do we do now?” She looked at them both in turn. They were in a circular booth, with her sitting in the middle. They were turned toward her, so she sort of felt like the meat in a Ryker and Gideon sandwich. She’d made use of the shower in Gideon’s office and wondered the whole time what they were talking about. Were they disgusted because she was so inadequate, because she couldn’t climax like a real woman?

  Were they changing their mind about taking her to Paragon’s with them? She didn’t think so, and they hadn’t mentioned it as they drove to her house and left her car in the garage, with Ryker’s truck parked in the driveway.

  Gideon munched on a chip, then took a sip of his beer. “Well, first, I punish you. And Ryker watches. He likes to watch me punish subs.”

  His words made her stomach roil.

  “And just so you know, I usually start slow and build up. But since we’re trying to pass ourselves off as being long term, I’m going to start hard and get harder. No easy route for you.”

  “Plus,” Ryker said. “It might help you in that other department. Maybe hard stimulation is what you need to climax.”

  “I’m so embarrassed.” She let her gaze drop to the table.

  “Don’t be,” Ryker said. “I just wish you’d told us.”

  “Yeah, it sucks to order a sub to come and then find out she can’t,” Gideon said. “But we’ll take care of it.”

  His hand caressed her knee, moving up her thigh. “Do you feel anything at all? And be honest, because it will help us.”

  “Yes, I do. The doctor says there’s nothing wrong, physically. He says it’s a mental block. I get tingly, and I can feel it dancing around the edges, and then it just suddenly disappears.”

  “You’re too tense,” Ryker said. “You need to learn to relax and have a good time.”

  “I know. I think I’m afraid of becoming my mother.”

  “Why?” Gideon gave the waitress a flirtatious look as she delivered their meals. She responded with a grin and he laughed. Then he turned his attention back to Honor. “Your sister’s free with her affections, and you don’t think badly of her. But you do of your mother?”

  “Yes.” She took a bite of her enchilada, the cheese dripping down to the plate. “My mother’s a hedonist.”

  “That might be true,” Ryker said. “But what about Heaven? Isn’t she a hedonist too?”

  “No. She may enjoy physical excitement, crave sexual things, but she cares about others too. She cares about me. My mother’s never cared about anyone but herself.”

  “So, are you afraid to let yourself climax because you think you’ll turn into your mother?”

  Honor turned to Gideon. “Are you a lawyer or a psychiatrist?”

  “I’m just saying it fits. Maybe you’re afraid you can’t learn to balance sexual pleasure and caring, like Heaven does. Maybe you’re afraid you’ll go to the dark side, like your mother.”

  “And maybe you shouldn’t be psychoanalyzing me.”

  “Sometimes you have to look into the problem,” Ryker said, putting a bite of burrito in his mouth. He chewed quickly and swallowed. “If you feel it physically, but you won’t let it come, then there’s a problem. You’re afraid to let yourself feel pleasure.”

  “You know what, screw you. Lots of things bring me pleasure.”

  Gideon swallowed a bite of food and took a sip of beer. “Like what?”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Like what? What gives you pleasure?”

  The table got quiet and Honor stared at her plate. It was such a loaded question that she wasn’t sure how to answer it.

  “I get pleasure out of the store. I get pleasure from being with Heaven.” Her voice was low, and she bit her lip, trying to come up with more. It took her a few minutes to realize she couldn’t think of anything else.

  Ryker put his fork down and wiped his mouth. “Is that it?” There was no condemnation in his words, only a soft-spoken question that made her shiver with disappointment in herself.

  “Yeah, I guess it is.”

  “It’s the reason you’re so upset about Heaven,” Ryker said. “She’s one of the only things that brings you pleasure, and now she’s disappeared. So you’ve thrown yourself into looking for her. I’m not saying that’s a bad thing, but the baggage boy who saw her proves she’s alive, and she’s well. So, you need to take a few steps back and concentrate on yourself for a while.”

  “You mean concentrate on the two of you?” She glanced back and forth at them.

  “What he means is if you let yourself, you can learn a lot from submitting to a Dom. In this case, two Doms. You can learn not only sexual things, but also things about yourself as a person.”

  Ryker moved closer to her. “I think, in your mind, if a person feels pleasure they’re a hedonist, just like your mother.”

  “That’s not totally true.” She shook her head.

  “Yes, it is,” Gideon said. “Look deep inside yourself, and you’ll know it’s true. You think it about Heaven, and about us, and about all the people in the lifestyle. That’s why you were so adamant about how much you hated it the first night you and I met.”

  Tears built behind her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Were they right? Did she think that about everyone, including Heaven?

  “I don’t think that’s right. I love Heaven with all my heart.”

  “Yes, you do,” Ryker said. “But you still don’t approve of what she does. You know your mother abandoned you and your sister, and she did it because she needed to get sexual pleasure. You won’t let that happen to yourself, so you’re determined to help the people you love. And if it means forgoing pleasure, then that’s what you’ll do.”

  “I suppose that’s partly true,” Honor said. “I do think about the hedonist thing, but I want to have an orgasm. Really, I do.”

  “Yes, you do,” Gideon said. “But I think you’ve got a mental block. Allow us to guide you, open yourself up to us. I can guarantee we’re going to ask a lot of questions about you and what gets you off.”

  “You mean like pain?”

  “It could be,” Gideon said. “The most misconstrued idea about BDSM is that it’s a bunch of masochists and sadists who get off on being hurt, or hurting someone. True Dominants care about their submissives, whether they have a long-term thing or just for one scene. They care if their sub feels pleasure.”

  “It takes trust to play in the BDSM world,” Ryker said. “That means you have to open yourself up, on many different levels, and be willing to take what is offered, both physically and mentally.”

  “Honor.” She turned to Gideon. “Everything we do is consensual. If, at any time, you decide you don’t want to play anymore, all you have to do is say ‘smoke’. That’s your safe word.”

  “Safe word?”

  “Yes,” Ryker said. “If we hear that word, we’ll know that you are not interested in continuing, and we’ll stop. No matter what we’re doing or where we’re at. Understand?”

  “Yes.” The idea made her feel much better about tonight. About everything.

  Honor toyed with the food on her plate. “Why am I being punished tonight?”

  “For not telling us about the orgasm thing,” Gideon said. “That was information we needed to know. You knew we were going to be intimate, and you tried to trick us. That’s just not going to fly. You have to trust us for this to work, and we have to know everything about you so we can have fun, and have fun safely. You not telling us about that could have been potentially very bad if we tried to force the issue. We need to know what gets you off so we can have a meaningful, and fun, time together.”

  “Nothing gets me off. I think we’ve already covered that subject.”

  “We’ll find the right button to push,” Gideon said. “Just give it time.”

  * * *

  Jaguars wasn’t nearly as busy as it had been last night. Of course it was only nine. Sh
e figured it would pick up as the night wore on. They moved through the public area and into the members’ area very quickly. Gideon went to the front desk with Honor and Ryker standing nearby.

  She was very nervous, but also excited. Part of her was angry they’d analyzed her the way they did, but she supposed it came with their professions. A lawyer had to analyze people, so he could decide how to handle their cases best. And a private investigator would have to do the same, so he could tell if the people he was dealing with were telling the truth or not.

  She wished she could hear what Gideon was saying to the woman behind the desk. It would give her a clue about what to expect. The woman handed him a bag, and he turned to them.

  “Let’s go,” Ryker said, propelling her forward by putting his hand on the small of her back.

  They followed Gideon up the stairs and then into room two. It was much like the room they were in last night, or at least she thought it was. Honor didn’t remember a great deal about last night, except for getting sick in the trashcan in room nine.

  The room was divided into two parts, a small antechamber and the larger room itself. Ryker went into the main room and Gideon turned to Honor.

  “Take off your clothes. Leave them in here. Then come and stand in the circle in the center of the room. Don’t speak, just stand there in what is position one. That’s with your legs spread, your arms clasped behind your back, and your head bowed. You need to remember that, understand?”

  “Yes, Sir. Position one.”

  “That’s right. When either one of us tells you position one, that’s how you place yourself from now on. Don’t take long.”

  When he was gone, Honor quickly took off her clothes. Being naked in front of them didn’t bother her anymore. She was a little concerned by what was about to happen, but she felt better after they’d talked to her tonight.

  At least they weren’t throwing her into it head first. She took a deep breath and stepped into the main room. The two of them sat in chairs, talking. She saw the circle Gideon had mentioned and she stepped inside it, getting into the position he’d told her to.