Dark Redemption

by Barron, Melinda

  He acted like he was considering the idea; then he shook his head. “No, that wouldn’t work.”

  Gideon’s gaze roamed the almost deserted beach. “I suppose everyone is still at the races. Except for those two strapping sluts over there. Shall I make them suck me off while you watch? One mouth for my cock and one for my balls. Would that make you hot?”

  Despite her panic, her body tingled with desire. Honor didn’t want to believe she would be aroused by watching the two subs perform on him, but she knew it would. It would also make her confinement almost unbearable. Her mouth would want to join in, her pussy would want to clench around Gideon’s cock, even though it wasn’t inside her.

  “You, there, both of you. Come over here.”

  “No. Please, Master.”

  “But I’m hard, and I need relief. I shouldn’t have to wait until after your punishment because that punishes me.”

  The two subs stopped and got into classic pose.

  “Yes, Sir. How may we serve you?”

  “Stroke your cocks.” When they’d obeyed, Gideon studied them. “Stand over Slick and stroke each other.”

  Honor swallowed hard as each sub took the other’s cock in his hand. Within seconds they were hard, their cocks straining as they continued.

  “Very nice,” Gideon said from her feet. “Maybe I should make you suck them. It might be the ultimate punishment. Bound and forced to pleasure other subs.”

  Her pussy pounded with need, and she moaned softly.

  “No. I think you don’t deserve pleasure right now, but there’s no reason I can’t have it.” He undressed quickly and moved so he straddled Honor’s body, his cock in hand. He put his hand on the first sub’s head and moved it toward his cock.

  “Suck me. Tell my bad Slick how good I feel.”

  “You feel wonderful, Sir. You taste so good. I love the feel of your cock in my mouth.”

  “Good boy. Suck harder.”

  The sub moved his head up and down on Gideon’s cock. Honor closed her eyes and shuddered. She wanted to be the one sucking him.

  “Watch! I didn’t give you permission to close your eyes.” His gaze darted to the second sub. “I bet if I bent you over and stuffed you full, you’d love it, wouldn’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Slick likes it when I fuck her ass. She screams in pleasure. Would you scream in pleasure?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Give us an example. Pretend I’m fucking you.”

  “Please, Master. Fuck me harder. Oh, yes, feed me your cock. Fuck me. Please, Sir, please, fuck my ass.” The sub’s voice was loud and full of passion.

  “Very good. And as tempting an idea as it is, I’d rather you sucked me.” He pulled his cock from the first sub and turned to the second. He was still right above Honor, and she could see everything.

  Watching them was torture. When the sub swallowed Gideon’s cock, Gideon groaned and reached behind him, grabbing the other sub’s hair and pulling him close. “Lick my balls and fuck my ass with your tongue.”

  Honor tried in vain to move. Her body was on fire with need, and Gideon’s moaning as the men served him didn’t help.

  “That’s it. Fuck my ass with that tongue. How do I taste?”

  “Magnificent, Sir.” The sub had Gideon’s cheeks spread, his head bobbing up and down as he worshipped Gideon’s ass.

  “Good boys. Very good boys.”

  Finally, Gideon pulled away and masturbated himself to orgasm, shooting his stream in the sub’s open mouth. The sub behind him continued to lick his balls and ass, and Gideon’s yells of delight made Honor’s misery that much stronger.

  “Oh, very nice.” He looked down at Honor. “If you’d been a good girl today, you could have played too. He stepped away and patted each sub on the head as if he were giving approval to a pet for a job well done.

  “Sixty-nine each other right next to Slick. Make lots of noise so she can listen. I’ll tell you when you can come.”

  Honor shivered as Gideon lay down next to her on her other side, his lips as close to her ear as he could get.

  “It’s a shame you’re not going to be able to come today. Maybe tonight. I’m not sure. But I will not tolerate your temper tantrums. Do I make myself clear?”

  “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”

  “As long as we understand each other. Now that I know whipping will make you come, it’s no longer a viable punishment option. But torturing you like this will be. And if I don’t have sand, I can purchase body bags.”

  Honor shivered and shook her head violently.

  “Good.” He turned to the subs, who were nosily sucking each other. “Come, and swallow it all.”

  Their muffled moans and groans increased then Gideon stood. “Good boys. Now, dig up my little Slick, and let’s see how wet the sand is under her pussy.”

  Chapter 17

  High Tide was nothing like Jaguars, in the physical sense. Jaguars sat out in the open, in a warehouse-type building. High Tide was on a huge tract of private land, in a plantation-style home that sat near the ocean.

  A person couldn’t get through the front gate without an invitation, and Sawyer, who had decided to come with them, was their invitation since he was a member.

  Once inside the building, Honor thought she could be in Jaguars. The place was teeming with people, in various stages of undress. There were bars in various rooms, but there was no public room, as in Jaguars.

  Honor stuck close to her Doms, her gaze roaming the crowd in search of her sister. The information Sawyer had given them on the boat ride over had been more than disturbing. The Johanssons had informed Ryker they had purchased Heaven for the week they were there. But Heaven had asked to bring in a new friend, a man she’d met named Franklin Guest.

  They’d said Guest was a true sadist, and that at times his brand of dominance made them uncomfortable. By the end of the week, they’d signed ownership of Heaven over to him.

  Sawyer told them Guest was on probation on his island from a previous visit. If he’d known about Guest’s involvement with Heaven, he would have intervened.

  “I’d had complaints about him before, from both Doms and subs,” Sawyer had said. “He’s a rich boy, bored with his life. I had no idea he would take things so far as to actually sell a sub against her will.”

  But according to the information Ryker had received, that’s exactly what was happening tonight. Heaven had been advertised as ‘a pain slut’ who had to be kept in line and was unwilling to have a new owner, information that boggled Honor’s mind.

  “I thought all BDSM was consensual,” she said as they moved into another room.

  “The good stuff is,” Ryker said. “But just like everything, there is an underground. I suppose Guest is part of it.”

  “But to do it in public? Why wouldn’t she run? I don’t understand.”

  “He could be using a threat of some sort,” Gideon said. “Maybe she told him about you, and he threatened to kidnap you in case she didn’t cooperate. Or maybe it was all fun and games at first, and by the time she realized it wasn’t a game, she couldn’t figure a way out.”

  “How could that be? She could call me.”

  “Not if he’s monitoring her every move,” Ryker said. “If he stays by her side 24-7 or ties her up when he’s not around. If she tries to make a phone call, he might beat her. If she tries to run and he catches her and punishes her, she might give up after a while. He could be messing with her mind.”

  At Honor’s stricken look, he stroked her cheek. “Relax. We’re going to find her.”

  They searched through all the community rooms and came up empty.

  “She must be in a private room,” Ryker said. “Those are going to be harder to search.”

  Sawyer shook his head, then flagged down a waiter. “I understand there’s an auction tonight.”

  “Every night,” the man said. “Second floor.”

  “No, not the fun kind. The real kind.”

>   The man looked uncomfortable and looked around. “We don’t allow that here.”

  “What if you know about it but don’t really know about it?” Gideon waved a hundred-dollar bill in front of the man’s face. “Pretty, dark-haired woman. Very short, busty.”

  The man looked around nervously. “I don’t know about a dark-haired woman, but there’s a short blonde woman in one of the cabanas outside. Rumor has it her Master is auctioning off her services for a week at a time. Some of our more, um, wicked members are out there.”

  Honor opened her mouth, then closed it when Ryker took her hand.

  “Which cabana?” he asked the man, who had grabbed Gideon’s money.

  “Four. The auction starts at midnight.”

  Honor’s hands shook in fear, and in anger. She took off for the front door, pushing past people, and ignoring Ryker’s yells for her to stop. She wanted to find Guest and rip his balls off. She’d just found a path that led toward the water when arms came around her waist.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” Ryker’s voice was dangerously low.

  “I’m going to find my sister. Let me go!”

  “No! And don’t even try to argue with me on this. You’re staying here with Sawyer. Gideon and I will go and find Heaven.”

  “Screw you!” She kicked out at him and then went still when a man screamed out, “Hey. Is there a problem here?”

  “Yes, there is. You’re auctioning off human flesh, you asshole!”

  “Honor!”

  “All ‘slaves’ are willing,” the man said. “Who are you people? I don’t recognize you.”

  “Nash.” Sawyer stepped forward, and the man’s face lost some of its anger.

  “Sawyer. Long time, no see. You wanna let me know what’s going on here?”

  Ryker glanced at his watch. “What do you know about what’s happening in cabana four?”

  “It’s a private party,” the man replied. “Who are you again?”

  “Ryker Fosse. This is Gideon Barros and our sub, Honor Banes. We believe her sister, Heaven, is being auctioned off in cabana four, against her will. Dyed blonde hair, about five feet tall. I believe if you ask her, she’ll tell you the truth.”

  Nash took a phone from his belt and engaged the talk button. “Security to four. Find a short woman with blond hair and bring her to me in my office. Now. I don’t care what kind of trouble her Master gives you; I want to see this woman for myself.”

  “Yes, sir,” a deep voice answered.

  He held out his hand to Ryker and Gideon. “Nash Pierce. Let’s go inside and wait. They’ll get the job done better than we can; I guarantee it.”

  “But my sister,” Honor said, her voice breaking. “We need to go ourselves.”

  “If she’s here, they’ll bring her,” Nash said. “I promise you that.”

  They followed Nash inside the building, and when they were in his office, Honor studied him. He was a huge man. She guessed his height at six-four. He was of mixed race, with beautiful cocoa skin. His head was shaved, and his eyes were dark and piercing.

  He walked to a bar and returned with a bottle of water that he handed to Honor, who was working to hold back her tears.

  “Drink this. If your sister’s here, we’ll find her.”

  She nodded and took a sip of the water. Ryker and Gideon stepped near her, their hands on her shoulders. Their presence made her feel warm and safe. But she still worried about Heaven.

  “Everyone else can help themselves to the bar if they like.”

  No one moved, and seconds later Nash’s phone vibrated. The voice they’d heard earlier sounded in the room. “Backup to four. Backup to four.”

  “Shit.” Nash took off out a back door, with Ryker and Gideon hot on his heels. Gideon pointed to Honor. “Stay here!”

  He disappeared out the door, and she turned to Sawyer. “Like hell. Don’t even try to stop me.”

  She took off after them, bounding down the stairs and taking off at a run across the lush lawn. People were running out of a cabana and Honor stopped, searching the faces of the women. She didn’t see her sister, but when the crowd had thinned, she stiffened when she heard Heaven scream.

  “Over here!” She turned around, disoriented in the dark, and saw a man dragging Heaven toward the trees.

  “Help me!”

  “Ryker! Ryker, over here!” She took off at a run again, her heart beating wildly. Right before she got to the trees, a man screamed in pain.

  “Bitch! You fucking bit me!”

  “Ryker!” Honor screamed at the top of her lungs as she rushed to her sister. She’d almost made it there when Ryker and Nash rushed past her, Ryker grabbing for Heaven and Nash slamming his fist into the man’s face.

  Honor tried to run to them, but Gideon’s arms came around her waist. “Don’t you ever listen?”

  “Heaven.” Her voice was almost a cry as she watched her sister struggle against Ryker’s arms. “Heaven, it’s all right. He’s a friend.”

  “Heaven, it’s me. Ryker, from Santa Fe. I’m with Honor. Stop fighting me. Stop!”

  Honor laughed in relief as her sister went still. “Honor?”

  “It’s all right, baby. You’re safe now.” Ryker released her, and Heaven wheeled on him, ready to fight. When he stayed still, she turned toward Honor, running across the lawn. Gideon let Honor go, and the sisters threw their arms around each other.

  “Honor, I’m so glad to see you. I love you.”

  “I love you too.” Honor held her sister’s trembling body close, her eyes focusing on the spot near the trees where Nash was on top of the man she figured must be Franklin Guest. Ryker stood near them, doing nothing to stop the punches Nash was delivering.

  Gideon quickly moved toward the men, and together, he and Ryker pulled Nash off.

  Heaven pushed back from her sister and looked up. “What are you doing here?”

  “Why, rescuing you, of course. I brought my two Doms with me.”

  “Your two what?”

  “My Doms. Ryker and Gideon. We’re together. The three of us.”

  Heaven stared at her, then sniffled. “When did this happen?”

  “When you disappeared. I’ll tell you later. Are you all right?”

  Heaven nodded. “I was stupid. I never thought he’d hurt me. I thought it was a game.”

  Two large men rushed past them and took control of Guest. The Doms walked to the women, and Heaven greeted Gideon and Ryker.

  “Thanks.” She glanced at Nash “I’m sorry, Sir.”

  “Not your fault. But I would like us all to go inside and discuss this.”

  “Are you calling the cops?” Ryker asked.

  “Do you want me to?” Nash asked Heaven.

  “No. I blame myself for a great deal of it. I just want him hurt.”

  “Don’t worry,” Nash said. “I took care of that.”

  * * *

  Heaven took a sip from her drink and stared at her sister. The men were talking in a corner and she leaned closer to Honor.

  “How did you get with Ryker and Gideon?”

  “I went to Pablo Acosta’s new detective agency to hire someone to find you. I was scared.”

  “Thank you so much, baby sister.” Heaven kissed her cheek, and then put her head on Honor’s shoulder.

  The ordeal Heaven 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,” Honor said as she stroked her sister’s hair. There were bruises on her arms and some cut marks that Honor thought needed attention. Honor 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.”

  Heaven looked up at her sister. “Honor, 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. Gideon’s a lawyer. Ask him.”

  The sisters grew silent and then Heaven 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.”

  Heaven 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 Ryker and Gideon. The look on Nash’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.”

  “Heaven, 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.”

  Honor 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. Heaven batted her eyes at Nash, who gave her an appreciative glance.