Dark Redemption

by Barron, Melinda

  They hadn’t been moving very long when they both stilled. She wiggled, trying to encourage them to continue.

  When Gideon whispered in her ear, she shivered. “Beg for it.”

  “Fuck me.”

  “Oh, please, you call that begging? Beg us or we stop.”

  “Please, Master O and Master Ryker, fuck me. Fuck me hard.” She looked down at Ryker who gave her a look that showed exactly what he thought of her begging.

  Gideon grasped her hair and pulled her head back, his breath hot on her cheek. “Beg. Do it now or we take you to the statue and let everyone watch you fuck it, first in your pussy, and then in your ass.”

  “Fuck me! Please! I need you inside me. I need both of you inside me.” She could hear the desperation in her voice. “Please, please! Fuck me!”

  “Very nice,” Gideon said, his voice almost gentle. “You’re learning. Now, tell us who owns your pussy, who owns your ass.”

  “You do.” The words sounded so foreign, yet they made her insides quake with need, with longing.

  “Please, Masters, fuck me. I’ll be so good, I promise.”

  “Touch yourself,” Gideon groaned in her ear. “Tug on your clit. Make yourself come.”

  Her bundle of nerves jumped under her touch, and she wondered how long it would take her. She didn’t think she’d ever be like those women who said they could come at the drop of a hat. But she was thrilled she’d found two men who were willing to work with her to make her come, no matter how long it took.

  They rocked together as one. Their bodies molded together, their groans and moans the only sounds in the room. When Gideon pulled out, she looked over her shoulder in disappointment.

  “New position,” he said. “Get up, sweet one.”

  She did as he asked, and when he lay down and she started to straddle him face first. He stopped her and shook his finger. “On your back. Lower your ass onto my cock.”

  It felt different taking him from this angle. Her ass felt fuller and she moved on him slowly. She fastened her gaze on Ryker, who sat on his knees near them, stroking his cock.

  When he moved toward them, her eyes widened.

  “Lie back,” Ryker said. “Just relax and let me back in.” She thought he would go slowly, but he didn’t. He entered her in one hard stroke, and she cried out in pleasure as his cock raked across her G-spot.

  Ryker moved faster, which in turn sent her body rocking on top of Gideon. Their cocks moved in and out and Gideon’s fingers found her clit and stroked it. She came within minutes, squeezing around them and yelling out both of their names.

  When she was done, it took her a few minutes to realize they, too, had come. Ryker stared down at her, a smile plastered on his face.

  “How did that happen?” She moaned and tried to move, but Gideon held her close.

  “We should enjoy the aftermath,” Gideon said. “It doesn’t happen very often. Just the right amount of pressure for all three of us.”

  “How romantic,” she said with a giggle. “You know, Gideon, I’m still not sure I like you.”

  He nipped her shoulder and she yelped.

  “Liar, and if that’s true, you don’t have to worry about it. You’ll grow to like me and my unpredictability.”

  Chapter 13

  The next morning, Honor put on an outfit she’d brought from her store. A crop top tied around her breasts and a short, jagged skirt. She attached her collar without thinking about it, then picked up her leashes.

  Ryker and Gideon stood near the doorway, staring at her. Ryker was smiling, and Gideon had a possessive look on his face that made her shiver.

  “What?”

  “You need a new collar,” Ryker said.

  “Something that lets everyone know you’re ours,” Gideon continued.

  “This one won’t do?” She touched the red leather around her neck.

  “No,” Gideon said. “We need something distinctive. We know someone back in Santa Fe who can design one for us. We’ll have a collaring and claiming ceremony when we get back home.”

  “Claiming? What does that mean? And what does this all mean about us, at home?”

  “We’ll decide at some point,” Ryker said. “There’s no reason to rush into it now. We do need to make our play date, though. Which means we need to go and have some breakfast and then meet our new friends.”

  The ocean breeze blew in from the open windows. She shivered just a bit at the thought of the changes about to come in her life. She was excited and nervous.

  She picked up the leashes and moved toward them. “Here you are.”

  They attached them to her collar, and warmth filled her body. Whatever happened later, she was happy right now, under the thumb of two very handsome Doms.

  * * *

  They’d barely entered the dining room when Mistress Megan called out to them. She waved them to her table, where Woody and Aaron knelt at her feet.

  “I was hoping to catch you here. I reserved a room in the dungeon for us, and I’ve had three St. Andrew’s taken in. Plus some fun torture devices. I hope that’s acceptable.”

  “Sounds perfect,” Gideon said. “Slick could use some torture.”

  Ryker and Gideon sat and Honor knelt down between them. They hadn’t discussed it first, but since all the other subs were kneeling next to their Doms/Dommes, she figured that was what she was supposed to do. She wanted to let Gideon know she didn’t appreciate his comment, but she stayed silent, knowing that was part of the plan now that she was actually ‘owned’.

  The idea felt strange, but the wonderful feelings that it brought overpowered those that made her think it was wrong. She and Gideon would always butt heads, but she had to admit that he raised strong feelings in her. Feelings that she couldn’t ignore.

  When she was on her knees, Gideon offered her a bit of bread. She wasn’t sure if she should take it with her hands or with her mouth. She looked at him and he gave her an evil glint of a smile, so she knew she would be getting no help from him. Ryker was talking to Megan, and she couldn’t exactly ask for his advice.

  She took the bite with her teeth, nipping at Gideon’s fingers and returning his stare. His face was impassive as he stood, motioning to one of the subs employed by the resort.

  “Can I get a table, please, a small one that can handle a woman that weighs about” – he studied her – “about one hundred forty-five pounds?”

  She shook her head. “One sixty.”

  “Sounds good. One sixty then.”

  The sub nodded and bowed while Honor stared at Gideon. She wondered what he was about to do.

  Two subs brought the table, placing it next to the one they were sitting at.

  “Oh, good,” Megan said. “Nothing like entertainment for breakfast.”

  “Stand up,” Gideon said to Honor. She did as he asked, her nerves on edge. “There’s a rule about clothing in the dining room, and you’re lucky, or else you’d be doing this naked. Get onto the table and get on all fours.”

  “I’m not wearing any underwear,” she said softly.

  “Good,” Gideon said. “Get on the table. Now.”

  She scrambled to obey, afraid if she didn’t the punishment would be worse than what he’d already decided on. People were watching them now, and when she climbed up, she felt vulnerable and on display.

  Gideon stood. “Your attention, please. My unfortunate sub has eating problems and apparently thought that my finger was part of breakfast.” The crowd laughed, and there were cries of “Shame on you” and “Naughty girl.” Honor swallowed hard, fearing what was about to happen.

  “If anyone would like to help me teach her manners, I’d love your help. You can feed her one bite of food, and then give her five swats. Please, though, a limit of two bites per person, and nothing but hands for swats.”

  Honor’s mouth fell open. Had he just offered her ass as a whipping post for every person in the room? No, every Dom/Domme in the room. She shook her head, trying to fight off the fr
ustration he always brought out in her.

  “Me, first! I love games.” Megan jumped up and rounded the table, a croissant in her hand. She broke off a piece and offered it to Honor. She took the bite and had barely swallowed it when Megan offered her another one. She quickly moved behind Honor and delivered ten hard swats.

  “Can we come back for seconds?” She laughed and rubbed Honor’s bottom. “She’s delicious. Truly she is.”

  She hopped back to her seat and Honor tried to pay attention to what she was saying when a Dom she didn’t know offered her food. She took it, then took another and tried to relax while he swatted her bottom ten times. It happened seven more times, and with each one, the swats seemed to get harder.

  Gideon watched her closely even as he listened to Ryker and Megan talk. When Megan got up to leave, he stood and kissed her hand.

  “Why don’t you give her ten more, just for the hell of it?”

  “Oh, I don’t mind if I do,” she said. When she was done, she stroked Honor’s thigh. “We’ll see you in an hour?”

  Ryker and Gideon agreed they would see her at the play date. She hurried out of the room with her two subs in tow.

  “Can I get down now, Master O?” She kept her voice low.

  He looked around the room and then stood. “Anyone else? We’ll give ten swats for a bite of food just for those of you who are left.”

  Two Doms took him up on the offer, both giving her two bites of food. Her bottom ached and she wanted to throttle Gideon, but she knew it wasn’t his fault, really. It was hers. She was the one who had bit him, trying to get a rise out of him. She’d done just that, and she had to remember not to do it in the future.

  “You can get down now, Slick,” Gideon said. When she got off the table, the subs appeared to take it away. She knelt down between them, angry when she found Ryker laughing.

  “It’s not funny,” she whispered.

  “Oh, yes, it is,” he replied. “One of these days you might learn never to underestimate Gideon.”

  “May I ask a question?” She cringed at the sarcasm in her voice.

  “Yes,” Ryker said. “And you will watch your tone of voice. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t let it happen again,” Gideon said. “What you received this morning was very, very mild.”

  “Yes, Sirs. Exactly what type of punishment is Mistress Megan talking about?”

  “I’m not sure,” Ryker replied. “But I’m betting it will be fun.”

  “Easy for you to say,” she whispered. “You’re not the one being tortured.”

  * * *

  They found the dungeon room easily enough. Mistress Megan had selected one that was closed off from public viewing to ‘break the newbie in gently’.

  The items around the room made Honor more than a little nervous. Three St. Andrew’s crosses were lined against the wall. And in the center was a wooden structure with nothing but rope in the center. It looked to Honor much like she would have expected a rack to look like in a castle dungeon. It took her a few minutes to realize that was exactly what it was.

  She averted her gaze, hoping that it wasn’t meant for her.

  Mistress Megan was supervising her subs, who were wrapping each other’s cocks in some sort of hard leather spirals in various sizes. When both of them were encased, she ordered them to stroke each other to hardness.

  Their groans of pain made Honor wince.

  “The harder they get, the tighter their cages get,” Megan said. She wore thigh-high boots and a leather bustier with leather panties. “I love to see their cocks strain against restraints. It makes them come that much harder.”

  When the men were erect, Mistress Megan turned to the Doms. “Shall we focus on your sub, since she’s in training? I’d like to zipper my boys, and then they can help us torment your lovely little toy.”

  “A perfect idea,” Gideon said.

  Honor wasn’t exactly sure what a zipper was, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to ask.

  “Boys, attach Honor to one of the crosses so she can watch.” Gideon’s voice was deep and the look he gave her said that if she gave him any trouble, she would regret it. “Slick. Take off your clothes.”

  It didn’t take her long to comply. Using leather restraints with soft suede insides, the two male subs attached Honor to the cross. She was in full panic mode. Mistress Megan had said she was going to watch, but what if she changed her mind and decided to do things to Honor first. Something told her that neither Gideon nor Ryker would mind.

  A soft sigh of relief escaped her mouth when Mistress Megan held up two long ropes containing clothespins. She handed one to each sub.

  “You know what to do,” she said. “Start with the nipples and work your way down.”

  Fascination took over as Honor watched them attach the pins to each other. They placed them at various places on their chests and stomachs, leading down to their groins.

  Ryker and Gideon had each taken a seat and were watching the proceedings with as much interest as she was. She closed her eyes and prayed they wouldn’t get any ideas. She wasn’t sure how she felt about having her body covered with clothespins.

  When they’d used every last one on the strands, they stepped back and held their hands behind their backs.

  “Very good,” Megan said, walking around them. “Are they beginning to pinch?”

  “Yes, Mistress Megan,” the men said together.

  “Good. I should explain to our newbie that clothespins can bring extreme discomfort while on the body, and extreme pleasure when released. My sluts are already aroused, so they’ll enjoy the sensations when they come off. The trick will be not to give into the desire to come. And to make it harder to come, I attach clamps to their balls, two for each man, one for each sac.”

  Honor shivered at the thought, then cringed when Megan did just that. She worked slowly, getting as much of the sensitive flesh into the clamps as she could. Each man gasped with pain when she locked the clamps into place. She stepped in between them and took a cock in each hand, tugging.

  “On your knees.”

  The men complied and she stroked their hair. “Lick my boots.”

  They kissed and licked their way up Megan’s boots and Honor marveled at their restraint. They were obviously in pain from the clamps, and yet they obeyed without one word of dissent. Would she ever learn to do that? Somehow, she doubted it. It was a nice idea, but she wasn’t sure that she had it in her.

  When Meagan was satisfied that she’d been worshipped properly, she ordered Aaron to stand near the cross next to Honor.

  “Do I need to restrain you?”

  “No, Mistress. I’ll be a good boy.”

  “I’m sure you will.” She caressed his chest and gave his cock a tug. When he leaned back his head and moaned in pleasure, she grabbed two ends of rope at the top of his chest and pulled. The clips came off rapidly and Aaron groaned and twitched but stayed in place.

  “Such a good boy,” Megan said. “I’m so proud of you.”

  “Thank you, Mistress.”

  She leaned down and released the clamps on his balls. He cried out again and his cock twitched too. Honor knew he was close to orgasm, and she wondered how he held back.

  The exercise was repeated with Woody, and then Mandy allowed the men to come, jacking off into each other’s hands and cleaning up ‘the offerings’.

  Their cries of pleasure made Honor jealous. It also made her nerves jump because she knew she was next. When Mandy turned to her, she wanted to look at Ryker and beg him to let them leave.

  Instead, he stood and walked toward her.

  “Time for you to play, Slick. Are you ready?”

  Despite the almost overwhelming urge to scream no, she nodded. Gideon came up and undid one side of her restraints, while Ryker undid the other. Then they led her to the table, and she took a calming breath.

  “You have to trust us,” Ryker said. “You have to give yourself into o
ur hands. Are you ready to do that?”

  “Yes, Master Ryker.”

  Without waiting for an order she stepped toward the table, gingerly climbing onto the rope and lying down. Woody and Aaron secured her arms and legs, and she stared at the ceiling, praying for anything but clothespins.

  Chapter 14

  Honor sighed as Gideon’s fingers probed her pussy. He was gentle as he explored her, and she was more than a little surprised at his touch, and embarrassed that she was wet. Had watching another person’s torture aroused her, or was it being tied to the cross?

  He tugged on her clit and she closed her eyes, waiting for the clamp she was sure he was going to place on it. When that didn’t happen, she opened them to find Ryker and Megan staring at her from either side of the table.

  Gideon continued to probe her, and when the first metal ball slipped inside her, she groaned. It was quickly followed by one more, giving her a feeling of fullness that reminded her of the wonderful way they’d taken her last night.

  When the balls started to vibrate, she groaned and moved.

  “Hold still,” Ryker said. “If you move, you’ll get the flogger.”

  She tensed up and wanted to cry out when Gideon’s fingers moved lower and toyed with her anus.

  “Woody, the lube, please.” He sounded so cultured that it almost made her laugh. The cold cream made her wince, and when she felt a ball at her anus, she willed herself to relax. He pushed in the first one, and then another one. Seconds after they were in, they, too, began to vibrate.

  She rolled her hips, then cried out when Ryker slapped her pussy. The balls inside her moved against each other, shooting tendrils of painful feelings through her sensitive flesh.