Dark Redemption

by Barron, Melinda

  “Very nice,” Sawyer said. “And very like her sister. Heaven’s a true butt whore, but then again she’s a pain slut too.”

  “Yes, she is,” Gideon said. “Slick, position two.”

  Honor got down on her knees. From this position she really couldn’t see Sawyer.

  “I hope you’ll let me play with her at least once while you’re here.”

  “Most assuredly,” Ryker said. “If you let us watch.”

  “Of course. Now, how may I help you? I must admit I’m curious why you’re eager to find Heaven, when I just saw her last night.”

  “She’s here?” Honor lifted her gaze to the man. He was in his early fifties, with salt-and-pepper hair. He had a handsome face that contained a few wrinkles that looked to be the result of repeated exposure to the sun. His eyes twinkled as he watched her.

  “Slick! Eyes down.” This command came from Ryker, and it shocked her a bit. Usually it was Gideon who gave such demands. She lowered her gaze.

  “Forgive me, Master Ryker.”

  “We’ll deal with it later,” he said.

  Sawyer’s laugh was genuine. “Still in training, isn’t she?”

  “Yes,” Ryker said. “But we’re making great progress.”

  “Yes, I can see that. Still, she’s not as experienced as you’d led me to believe. And not nearly as experienced as we’d like here.”

  “She’s concerned about her sister,” Gideon said. “It’s not like Heaven to not make contact.”

  The room grew quiet, and then Sawyer sniffled. “Well, I can understand that, I suppose. I know that Heaven received permission to use the phone several times while she was here. She always called Honor. And frankly, when I saw who she was with last night in Miami, I was a little concerned myself. I tried to get close to her, to tell her you were coming, but her new handler wouldn’t let me near her.”

  “Handler? Not Master or Mistress?” She could hear the concern in Ryker’s voice.

  “I feel like I’m breaking the confidentiality of my clients, but the man Heaven was with is not really the type of client I’d like to attract. He considers himself a true Master.”

  “Slick.” She lifted her gaze to Ryker. “A ‘true Master’ is a man who thinks he is omnipotent. He thinks he needs control over every aspect of his sub’s life. To me, they are not true Dominants, but overbearing men looking for people to conquer. He wants total and complete control over people. In other words, he wants a sub who has no say in their lives. It’s not a good thing.”

  “And Heaven is with this man?”

  “Yes,” Sawyer replied. “He was at the resort while she was here. He played with her quite a bit, with the permission of the couple that bought her.”

  “May I have names?” She could tell by his tone of voice Ryker expected a no. And that’s what he received.

  “I’m sorry. This type of resort thrives on confidentiality, even of a member I don’t totally approve of. Of course, you’re free to ask questions, discreetly, of the staff and other guests to try and find a name.”

  Sawyer stood. “Come. There’s a get-acquainted event going on. You can meet some of our regulars there, like the Mixons, the Stuarts, and the Johanssons.”

  Honor smiled as Gideon ordered her into position one. Sawyer wanted to help, but he didn’t want to do it by flat out giving away information. She knew the people he introduced them to would be less discreet. Or at least she hoped they would be.

  Chapter 10

  The room was huge, filled with people and with long tables. Some of the tables were full of submissives being whipped or just being played with. Honor drank it all in, from the submissives who were being ridden like horses to the male subs who were being led around by leashes attached to their cocks. It really was fascinating, all of it.

  She wanted a chance to explore, to see everything, but she knew Sawyer was on a mission. He led them to the far side of the room, coming to a stop at a table where a man lay prone. He was tied to the table with leather, and another man stood above him, stroking his cock. She stared at his cock and bit back a gasp. His balls were tightly encased in leather straps, bulging through the small openings. When he was hard, the man stroking him attached three leather straps around his cock, straining to make it fit around the man’s girth. The cock pulsed and looked near to bursting. The standing man turned to a woman.

  “He’s ready, Mistress.”

  “Thank you, slave. You may lick my cunt to thank me for letting you play with his cock.” She stepped in front of the man and he dropped to his knees, lapping at her as she stroked his hair. She wore thigh-high boots and an open robe over her naked body. She was plump, with large breasts and hips.

  “Good boy. Now, go find a statue and make yourself comfortable until I call for you.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” The man moved off and Sawyer leaned over to Ryker and Gideon. “That’s Mistress Megan Mixon and her husband, Woody. They come to play quite often, and they were here the weekend Heaven was here.”

  Honor watched as Woody sought out a statue. She hadn’t really noticed them before, but there were plenty around the room. All had erect penises on them at various places. Woody found one and lowered himself onto a cock. He bounced a little and Mistress Megan barked at him.

  “Did I say you could fuck it?”

  “No, Mistress. Forgive me.”

  “You’ll pay for that later. And keep your cock hard.” She turned back to the man at the table, trailing her fingers over his cock. “Does it hurt?” Her voice was gentle.

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “Not yet it doesn’t, trust me. Slut Mindy. Bring me a riding bat.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” A naked woman hurried away, returning with a short stiff piece of leather.

  Honor thought it was wrong to watch another man’s pain, but she was entranced. Mistress Megan rubbed the bat against the man’s cock. He groaned and she slapped it, hard. When she slapped it repeatedly, his groans turned into cries of pain.

  “Does it hurt now?” She slapped his cock again and he groaned out the word yes. “I don’t think so. Not yet.”

  Honor watched in fascination until, finally, Megan stopped.

  “Slut Mindy. Release him.”

  “The submissive workers here are called sluts, whether they’re male or female,” Sawyer said. “They’re naked, except for the white sashes around their waists. That’s how you can spot them. The dominant workers all wear red sashes. They’ll be easy to find, if you need help.”

  Megan had ordered the submissive to his knees. His cock was still encased in leather and she stroked the bat against his shoulder.

  “Come on my boot.” He jacked himself off, the pain mixed with pleasure evident on his face. When he’d covered her boot with cum, she narrowed her eyes at him. “Clean it, slut.”

  The man started to lick his own cum, and Megan stroked his back with the bat, striking him occasionally.

  “Slut Woody, come help your new fuck buddy clean up his mess.” The husband hurried over, bending to lend his tongue to the task. Megan turned to them and laughed.

  “Sawyer. What a surprise. You don’t always attend these events.”

  “I heard you were here, and you know how I love to watch you work.”

  Megan laughed and looked down. “It seems I made a good purchase for the weekend. Now we just need to see how he takes it up the ass.”

  She turned a hungry gaze to Honor, who let her own gaze fall to the floor.

  “Yummy. A newbie.”

  “She’s Heaven’s sister.”

  Megan’s eyebrows shot up. “Truly? How wonderful. And you belong to these two gorgeous men. Well, I hope they’ll let you come out and play.”

  “Shall we make a play date?” Ryker stepped forward. “Say, tomorrow morning? Around eleven?”

  “Sounds perfect,” Megan replied. “I’ll bring the Johanssons. They owned Heaven the last time she was here. I’m sure they’d love to meet her sister.”

  “Sound
s like fun,” Gideon said. “Slick. Lick Mistress Megan’s pussy to seal our date.”

  Honor swallowed panic. She had known this might happen, but she hadn’t expected it to happen so quickly. Damn Gideon for doing this to her. She wasn’t ready for it and he knew it. Of course she’d told them she was ready for anything.

  “What a generous offer,” Megan replied. “Give me just a moment.”

  She turned to the men at her feet, who were still licking cum from her boots. “Did you get it all?”

  “Yes, Mistress,” Woody said.

  “Good. Slut Aaron, go and bend over the table so Slut Woody can fuck you.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” The man who’d just come scrambled to the table, and Megan stroked her husband’s cock with the riding bat.

  “Go and give him a good ride. Let’s see if he’s worthy to serve me.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  Woody walked to a station where he put a condom on his cock, then made his way back to his new friend.

  “We encourage safe sex here,” Sawyer said. “For anal sex it’s a rule. For the others, it’s a suggestion, one we hope all our guests follow. Even though everyone’s had health exams, we still want to be as safe as possible.”

  “Good idea,” Ryker said.

  Honor listened to them with one ear. She wanted Ryker to rescue her from having to lick Mistress Megan’s pussy, rescue her from the mess Gideon had put her in. But she knew it wasn’t going to happen. She hated Gideon with all her might.

  Mistress Megan watched Woody mount Aaron, who groaned under the assault.

  “Do not come without my permission, slut, or you’ll pay for it.”

  When the two men started to rock, Megan turned to Honor.

  “Slut Mindy, bring me a chair.” The woman complied at once, bringing a padded chair for Megan to sit in. She sat down and threw one leg over a side, spreading herself wide. “Now, come to me, little one.”

  Ryker, please! Get me out of this. I’m begging you.

  Honor knew if she looked at either of her Doms it would be disastrous. They wouldn’t have the play date, and they would learn nothing about Heaven.

  She crossed to the woman and knelt down. “Very good.” Megan stroked Honor’s hair. “I can tell you’ve never done this before. Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me. Just do what you like to have done to you. And smile, I’d like to think eating me is not that unpleasant an idea. It won’t take me long to come. I’m all worked up after the whipping. And I’m being oh-so-nice to you. You should thank me by being enthusiastic.”

  “I’m sorry, Mistress, I’m just nervous.”

  “Lick my pussy.” She applied pressure to the back of Honor’s head, bending her toward her. The smell of pussy juices assailed her, and she closed her eyes to fight her panic. Somehow it helped to know Ryker watched. She felt safe with him, knowing he would help her if something went wrong. She knew Gideon wouldn’t. He would just whip her for doing something bad.

  Honor flicked out her tongue. She touched Mistress Megan tentatively. Her folds were soft and didn’t taste nearly as bad as she thought they would.

  Mistress Megan’s hiss of pleasure sent chills up her spine. Maybe this wouldn’t take long, and it would be over. She applied pressure, moving her tongue up and down Mistress Megan’s pussy.

  “Good, girl. That’s it. Like that. Don’t forget my clit.”

  Honor moved the tip of her tongue over the tight bud and Megan moaned, pushing her head in further. “Suck it. Be a good slut.”

  Honor followed her orders, moving her tongue faster through the woman’s juices. Her own body responded. Her nipples peaked against the dress and her pussy twitched. Her ass throbbed around the plug. She couldn’t believe it. She was getting aroused by licking another woman. This couldn’t be happening, could it? She wasn’t attracted to women.

  She wanted men in her life. Big, strong strapping men who could make her orgasm like Ryker and Gideon. No, not Gideon. She hated him. She wanted a man like Ryker.

  Mistress Megan’s hips were moving quickly now, and she held Honor’s head between her hands. Honor knew the Domme was close to coming, and she knew if she didn’t do what she was supposed to, it would go on longer. She licked harder, circling the woman’s clit with her tongue.

  “That’s it. Right there. Oh, good girl. Right there. Yes!” The Domme came, pushing herself into Honor’s face. Honor licked and licked, then pulled back when her head was released.

  “Very good. Not quite as talented as your sister, but you’ll learn. The things Heaven does to my clit are heavenly.” She turned her head to the table. “Slut Woody. You may come, but not in his ass. Pull out and come in his mouth. Slut Aaron, don’t miss a drop of it.”

  Honor flinched when Gideon touched her shoulder. She wasn’t sure how she knew it was him. She just did. She wanted to shrug him off, but she didn’t. Her mind tried to come to terms with what just happened. And her body screamed for release. She wanted to fuck. Needed to fuck. She needed to come.

  “Stand up, Slick.” She wanted to push away from him, but instead, when he offered his hand to help her up, she took it. “You did good.”

  “I hate you,” she whispered under her breath. She expected him to scream at her. Instead he laughed.

  “Don’t hate me because I make you do things, Honor. You could have said no. There’s always that choice. You know what really bothers you? Deep inside you, you know you liked it. It turned you on. Your pussy is dripping with juices and you need to fuck. I’m proving to you that you’re a natural submissive. That’s why you hate me.”

  Chapter 11

  “So, we have a play date for tomorrow and will hopefully learn quite a lot,” Ryker said as they walked into the hallway.

  Honor’s body ached with need. She hated to admit Gideon was right. She needed to fuck, to come.

  “You did good, Slick,” Ryker said. “I’m impressed.”

  Gideon lounged against the wall, smirking at her. “She did, didn’t she? I think we need to mount her on one of those statues. That would be a sight to see. Her pussy full of stone and her ass full of jellied plug.”

  “Not a bad idea,” Ryker said. “Watch her ride the statue until she climaxes. But I’d rather have her ride me.”

  “What about me? Do I get to go first this time?”

  “We’ll take her together,” Ryker said. “She’ll be stuffed full of cock.”

  “Perfect,” Gideon replied. “But let’s explore some more first. I love this place.”

  “I’m game,” Ryker said. “Let’s go.”

  Honor followed behind them, still on her leashes. She wanted to make the suggestion they go back to their room, so she could ease the ache between her thighs, but she didn’t. Plus, there was a huge part of her that wanted to see the different rooms of the resort, to see what they were like and who was participating in what event.

  They found the punishment room first, and Honor cringed as they walked inside. Various levels of moans and screams filled the air. The sounds of whippings and spankings competed with the screams; submissives were held in various positions, tied to walls, crosses, or even suspended from the ceiling.

  She hated to admit she was fascinated, but she was. The people being ‘punished’ wiggled in a mixture of pain and ecstasy. Ryker led them to one area where a female submissive was tied to a St. Andrew’s cross. She was flat on her back, and two Doms were dripping candle wax over her breasts and pussy.

  “Ouch,” Honor whispered.

  “Actually it’s quite fun for everyone,” Ryker said. “You have to make sure you follow safety precautions, but the sensations are quite pleasurable for the submissive, or so I’ve been told.”

  “And what does the Dom get out of it?”

  “Pleasure from having someone submit to them,” Ryker said. “You remember when I told you that a true Dominant wants his sub to feel pleasure, and he wants to care for her, or him? For their well-being?”

  “Yes.”

>   “That’s what I get out of it. Pleasure from that.”

  “What makes a true Dominant different from what Sawyer said this man with Heaven was, a true Master?”

  “A Dominant doesn’t want control over every part of his submissive’s life. I would hate to have a submissive whom I had to guide in everything. I want one who thinks for herself, and who knows what she wants.”

  “You mean one who knows she wants to serve you?”

  “Exactly.” He stepped in front of her. “Would you like to try the wax?”

  “No. I mean, maybe, but not… I don’t know.”

  “I’m very good with wax.”

  Honor lifted her gaze to him. “You? I would think this would be more up his alley.”

  “I heard that,” Gideon said.

  Ryker laughed. “Bad, Slick. I think I have to punish her.”

  “It’s been punishment enough wearing this plug for the last two hours. May I take it out, please?”

  “No,” Ryker said, his voice firm. He looked down at her. “It stays in until we get to the room. And you have a punishment coming. Follow me.”

  He took her second leash from Gideon, who gave it willingly, then led her around the room. He seemed to be searching for something, but she didn’t know what. They passed racks and chairs being used for whippings. She cringed when they got to the stocks. She didn’t want to be put in the stocks again. She’d hated that, and she was sure she would hate this one even more.

  People were throwing balloons filled with pudding at the submissives who were in the stocks, coating their bodies. And they could walk around them, so they could get the front as well as the back.

  She breathed a sigh of relief when he passed it by. Until she saw where he was heading.

  “Master Ryker, please.” She pulled on the leashes. “Please. Don’t make me.”

  “This is punishment, Slick. You opened your mouth and a smart-assed comment about one of your Masters came out, and that can’t be tolerated. I want you to use this time to think about why you’re really here. You know Heaven is alive and well, so that’s not it. I want you to think about the things we’ve done, and whether or not you’ve enjoyed them, because I believe you do. I think you don’t want to, but you do. Allow your mind to work, Honor, because you have some things to work out without help from Gideon or myself.”