Tygers 5: Sweet Redemption Page 5

  His gaze raked over her again; then he licked his lips. “Spread your outer pussy lips, but don’t touch the soft insides. Just keep them spread so I can see.”

  Helena’s hands trembled as she followed his command. When he leaned forward to examine her, and she felt his hot breath on her soft lips, she almost came.

  “Milord, please, touch me, or let me touch myself.” When he sat back in his chair she whimpered softly.

  “Close your lips. A properly trained submissive would never have done that, Helena. She would allow her Master to look his fill, and never would have begged to be touched. Part of her job is following his commands, and pleasing him.”

  “I understand, Milord.” He tugged three times and she dropped to her knees.

  “Take my zipper down with your mouth.”

  She leaned toward him, wanting to run her tongue over his cock, even through his pants. When she put her hands on the chair arms to brace herself, he smacked her breast softly with the leather.

  “Hands behind your back.” He leaned back in the deep-seated chair, his legs spread wide. Helena lowered her face to his crotch, her upper body moving rapidly with excitement.

  “Take a deep breath. Relax and do as I told you.”

  Helena curved her tongue to a point in an effort to move the zipper tab away from the teeth of the zipper. She nudged it, trying in vain to send it upward. It took several tries before it lifted and she could move fast enough to get her teeth around the slider before it dropped back down.

  The sound of the metal coming undone filled the room as she pulled gently, afraid to pull hard in case she would lose her grip. Her chin scraped over his hard cock and his low moan filled her with contentment. This felt so wonderful, so right.

  When the zipper was down, she leaned back. “Like that, Milord?”

  “Just like that.” His hands went into his pants, taking out his cock. “Do you want me?”

  “Yes, Milord.” So very badly.

  He started to stroke himself, his cock growing thicker. Helena licked her lips and watched his movements. She wanted to suck him into her mouth, swirl her tongue around the head of his cock, and swallow him deep. She wanted to lick his shaft and lap at his balls.

  His movements quickened, his hand running up and down his shaft, straying at times to cup the head and squeeze. She heard a whimper. It took a few seconds to realize the sound had come from her throat. She was determined this time, though, not to ask for him. A good sub wouldn’t ask, and she wanted to be a good sub.

  When he grasped her hair in his hand and moved her head back she thought she’d died and gone to heaven. He beat his cock against her mouth, the slaps hard and glorious. She closed her eyes and reveled in the sensation.

  “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue, but don’t suck or lick. Just stay still.” He pounded her tongue with his hardness, her hair still wrapped in one hand. She felt as if she were the nail, and his cock the hammer. Never had anything felt so delicious, so perfectly wonderful.

  “Swallow.” The first jets of his cum hit the back of her mouth. She kept it open and used her throat muscles to take his gift, swallowing as fast as she could. He sighed in contentment and let go of her hair.

  “Lick me clean.” She licked up the remainder of his cum, loving the salty taste of his maleness. “Good girl. Now climb up on my lap and lay down on your back.”

  She felt small as she settled herself onto him, his now flaccid cock resting against her side.

  “Would my shorty like to come?”

  “Yes, Milord.”

  “Masturbate for me. Play with your nipples and pussy at will, but don’t come until I give you permission.”

  “As you command, Milord.”

  “I like that. Very nice, shorty.” She pulled on her nipples, twisting them until the sharp pain turned into sweet pleasure. Her fingers strayed to her lips, parting them so she could stroke her clit, faster and faster and then slowing down when she was afraid she would lose control, and come without his authorization.

  “So beautiful,” he said. “I need to remember to ask Sir Kean about the slave ring for your hood piercing. Remind me in the morning.”

  “Yes, Milord.” She wanted to beg for his consent to come but kept her words to herself, her hands stroking through her wetness as he watched her. His gaze made her hotter, made her pussy clench tighter in need.

  She wiggled on his lap and felt his cock stir. Would he get hard again? She hoped so, but she doubted it. Even if he did, he was taking things slowly, and she doubted he would penetrate her tonight.

  Finally, when she was rocking back and forth on his lap, her desire to climax evident by her movements, he put his hand on her stomach and whispered, “Now.”

  It was as if someone had set off a grenade inside her body. Sharp snaps of pleasure hit her nerve endings as she came.

  “Milord!”

  “That’s it, ride it out. Good little shorty.” She collapsed on his lap, his hand still caressing her belly.

  She looked up to find his gaze trained on hers. “Who do you belong to?”

  “You, Milord.”

  “Good. Now, let’s put you to bed. I have work to do downstairs, and then I’ll be back, but we won’t play again until tomorrow.”

  “As you command, Milord.”

  He pulled on her leash, lifting her until their faces were inches apart. “Words for you to live by, little one. Now, get up so we can get you settled.”

  Chapter Six

  The rattling of a chain woke Helena. She clasped the sheet, trying to remember where she was. A man slept next to her, his body warm and large, his soft snores comforting. And then she remembered. TK. She was in Florida with him, sleeping in his bed, with her right ankle encased in a leg manacle attached to a chain on his bed.

  Her mind went back to last night, when he’d attached the cuff to her. He must have seen the terrified look on her face. “Don’t panic. It’s not locked, so you can take it off at anytime. Plus, there’s plenty of length on the chain to make it to the bathroom and back if you need to. Just remember to wind the length back under the bed so it’s not sitting out for someone to step on.”

  Her hand flew to the collar around her neck. That one was locked. After she’d kissed TK’s cock and he’d left last night, she’d tried to find a comfortable position, but the leather was a constant reminder she now belonged to him, even if it was a training collar. For his part, TK had been up and down several times during the night. She wasn’t sure why. Each time he’d risen, though, she’d wondered where he was going, and what he was doing.

  She moved her leg to rise and the chain rattled again. She sat up, ready to make a quick trip to the restroom.

  “Aren’t you forgetting something?” TK’s voice was heavy with sleep.

  She leaned over and kissed his cock, which hardened instantly. “Forgive me, Milord. I thought you were asleep.”

  “It doesn’t matter if I’m sleeping, it’s your duty.” He pumped his cock. “Hurry back.”

  “Yes, Milord.” She hurried about her needs, then washed her hands and returned. TK lay in the middle of the bed, his hand stroking slowly over his now fully engorged cock.

  “Suck me. Be my early morning slut.”

  Helena’s senses soared as she took him into her mouth. She clasped her hands behind her back as he grasped the back of her neck and guided her mouth. She loved to suck cock, and TK’s was long and full, throbbing as she gently scraped her teeth over the veins and bit gently on the spot where the head met his shaft.

  “Oh, fuck, that feels good; you are a nasty little girl. I like it.”

  She flicked her tongue over the vein there, then bit him again, just enough to cause friction.

  “Fuck! Damn, I like that.” He pushed her head farther down and she sucked harder.

  His words of praise made her tingle with delight, and her already excited pussy begged for attention, her clit throbbing against the ball from her hood piercing. She wanted to to
uch herself, but didn’t dare without her Master’s permission.

  “If you were wearing your leash, I would tug four times. Tell me what you’d do, shorty.”

  “Down on all fours, legs spread, ass in the air.”

  “Straddle my chest in that position.” She moved over him, her legs spread wide to get around his wide chest. “Suck me again, and continue with some of that delicious nibbling.”

  Helena loved, and hated, that she was so open to him. Being on display had never bothered her before, but now it seemed so intimate. She hadn’t woken up next to a man since she’d been married to Shawn. She was the “love them and leave them” type of girl. And Guest had never had her share his bed, telling her subs slept on the floor where they belonged.

  TK rattled the chain on her leg. “What is this?”

  She lifted her mouth off his cock long enough to reply. “Your chain, Milord.” She sucked him down again.

  “And what does it mean?”

  There was a loud popping noise as she pulled her mouth from his cock. “That I belong to you, Milord.” She sucked him in again, groaning as two fingers entered her wet channel.

  “Nice and tight, just like I like it.” He moved slowly at first, then began to fuck her harder, adding a third finger. “Keep up with me. Suck my cock to the rhythm of my fingers in your tight little pussy. You remember that chain, Helena. As long as you sleep in my bed, you’ll wear it to show you belong to me.”

  It was hard to concentrate on her mouth when she was so close to orgasm. She nipped and licked at his cock as he throbbed in her mouth. When her hand cupped his balls, he groaned loudly, and when one of her fingers gently rubbed the area behind his balls that led to his anus he came, flooding her mouth as his fingers continued to pump in and out of her wetness.

  “Swallow it all. Don’t miss a drop.” He continued to pump her, the sensations turning her insides to jelly. She wanted -- no needed -- to come.

  She drank from him greedily, licking up every last luscious drop. When his cock dropped from her mouth, he pinched her clit, pushing the ball into the hardened nub.

  “Come.” Helena exploded, her body shaking as she pushed back on his fingers.

  “Very nice.” TK slapped her ass. “I’ve always been a morning man. Nothing like a round of pure sex.”

  He slapped her ass again. “Stand at the end of the bed.”

  Her gaze darted out to the ocean beyond the windows. “It’s beautiful.”

  “Isn’t it? A glorious sight to wake up to.” He lifted up on his elbows. “And the ocean’s not so bad either.”

  She lowered her gaze. “Thank you, Milord.”

  “You have several appointments today, shorty. They will be coming to you. Sir Kean will measure your bar for a slave ring. Slave Celia will measure you for clothing, that I have already chosen, and slave Jessica will be down to see if you’re allergic to anything. Sir Jackson will be down to examine you medically. It’s standard procedure for a new houseguest.”

  “All these people live here?” Confusion rippled through her. At Tygers, she knew Ty and Chess lived on site, but no one else.

  “Yes, they do. We’re our own little community, you might say. We have about twenty people who either live in the house or in some of the cottages nearer the ocean. They’re employed here in some fashion or other. The slaves wait on others, of course, and the Doms perform other services, like a jeweler or a doctor.”

  “It’s like a medieval village.”

  “I thought we already went over that. But yes, you’re right. We have a caste system; not necessarily from youngest to oldest, but based on who has more experience in the BDSM community. Each Dom that has expertise in a certain area works a certain room in the house; for instance, the whipping room, where Sir Donovan reigns supreme.”

  Helena’s eyes widened and TK laughed. “Would you like to visit him?”

  “Very much, Milord.”

  “We’ll see. It will be a treat for you, if you behave.”

  “As you command, Milord.”

  She knew he was trying to hide a smile. “We try and eat one meal a day together, to keep a sense of community about us. The lunch meal is at two. We will attend.”

  “Will I be naked, Milord?”

  “Possibly. It depends on how I feel when I come to get you.”

  “Do I get to feel you and decide, Milord?”

  He shook his head at her and then chuckled. “You’re going to be a handful. Watch your mouth, shorty. Remember, for you, whippings are a treat, not a punishment.”

  “I’ll behave, Milord. But may I ask a question?”

  “Of course. Remember what I said about communication.”

  “It’s paramount, Milord.” When he lifted his eyebrows, she continued. “Why are they slaves, and I’m a sub?”

  “Slaves are submissives, whether male or female, who have given themselves, all aspects of their lives, to their Master or Mistress. You are not a slave, Helena, nor do I think you ever will be.”

  “Is that good, or bad, Milord?”

  “It can be either. You’re a strong woman, who has lived life on her own for a long time. You’re going to be a great sub, but not a slave.”

  Helena’s nipples tingled with the compliment. There was a knock on the door, and TK ordered, “Come.”

  Sir Donovan came in, followed by a short, dark-haired woman.

  “Sir TK, I hope we’re not too early,” he said. “Slave Celia is anxious to get busy on the clothes you selected for your new sub.”

  “Perfect.” TK stood. Helena watched him with admiration as he strode toward the desk, naked. “Slave Celia, my new sub will bathe first, and then she will meet you in the outer chamber.”

  “As you wish, Sir TK.” The woman bowed and left; then TK came up to Helena. He unlocked the collar and took it off.

  “Go and shower, then return for your collar.”

  “Yes, Milord.” She went to her knees and kissed his cock, remembering the feel of it in her mouth. Then she hurried into the bathroom. For the first time in months she was eager to start the day, looking forward to what that day would bring, and the things that would happen.

  * * * * *

  I kept a diary when I was younger, for a very short period of time. When I realized that there was a possibility of someone finding it, I stopped. If you want the truth, even though Sir TK tells me to do this, I still feel a little strange about writing down such personal things.

  But, when you think about it, I shouldn’t feel strange. I’ve been naked in a room full of people before. I’ve done things most women wouldn’t dream about doing. And I loved it, until very recently.

  Oh, who am I kidding, I still love it. Now, I just fear that fun part will turn into something I hate, something that will bring great pain and humiliation. Pain that turns into pleasure is one thing. I don’t like the other type of pain, where I’m whipped while someone is laughing and enjoying themselves way too much. I think…

  Helena put the pen down at the knock on the door. She closed the book and carried it quickly into the bedroom before hurrying to open the door and admit the woman on the other side.

  Slave Celia smiled shyly then held up a tape measure. “We need to get started. All I need are your measurements.”

  “Do I at least get to pick colors? I know a little bit about fashion. I own my own lingerie shop.”

  Slave Celia looked shocked, and then she shook her head as she asked Helena to hold out her arms, then proceeded to measure her. “Sir TK has already selected the designs, fabrics, and colors. I have to have the first one ready by tomorrow night, so I have things to do.”

  “What’s tomorrow night?”

  The younger woman smiled. “Thank you for your time, sub Helena. It was nice to meet you.” She bowed and left. Helena wondered if all the women here were as closemouthed as she was.

  When she was gone, Helena sat down at the desk in TK’s bedroom. After she’d finished showering, she’d kissed his cock; then he�
�d refastened her collar. This time, the sound of the lock didn’t make Helena jump; the sound was soft, almost comforting.

  Her assignment for the day was not to write about her experiences, but to list what she expected from TK as her Master. He’d left her several books to look through, to give her an idea.

  “I hope you can think of more things for your list than you could the first night,” TK said as she’d knelt before him and kissed his cock before he left. She thought about her answer the first night, of how she expected him to dominate her. Thought about his answer to promise to care for her in all ways, to respect her, and to help guide her through all things. His answer had been perfect. Hers had been sorely lacking.

  She had just opened the first book when there was a knock on the door. It opened without her telling the person to enter, and a striking man about fifty came inside.

  “Hello, I’m Sir Jackson.”

  Helena wasn’t sure if she was supposed to bow, or get down on one knee, or what, so she just stayed seated and inclined her head. “Sir Jackson.”

  “This is just a formality, really. But I like to keep records on all our guests. I have some forms here I’d like you to fill out. Right now I’ll just take your blood pressure and temperature and do a cursory exam, to see if all’s well on the surface.”

  Helena wasn’t sure if she should be flattered or upset that he was checking her out. She told herself it was something all guests went through, and her Master had ordered it. She stood and walked to him.

  “Forms? Sometimes when I do that I make up wrong answers, just for fun.” She smiled and loved watching as he fought back a laugh, then cleared his throat to put on a serious face.

  “Let’s just do our job, shall we?” He took her pressure and temperature, then did a professional exam of her body. Helena had wondered if he’d want to do a complete exam, but he hadn’t. He’d stayed on the surface, and when he was done he nodded in approval. “I see nothing wrong. Please give the completed forms to my wife, slave Jessica. She wanted to come down and meet you before lunch, but she’s rather busy with a delivery. She’ll speak with you after we eat.”