Tygers 5: Sweet Redemption

by Melinda Barron

  “Milord, please!” She bucked her hips and moved the vibrator off her clit. The pressure was almost unbearable, and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold back.

  He stood, standing above her, his hand jerking his cock. “Put it back on there, now.”

  She shook her head, her spine tingling when he said, “Now, Helena. Come for me, now.”

  The tip of the toy had barely touched her clit when she came, just as the first streams of TK’s cum hit her breasts.

  “Yes, yes, Milord. Oh.” She pressed the toy down harder and came again, screaming out as the last of his warmth sprayed her.

  She lay on the couch, her chest heaving. When he ran his finger through his cum, then lifted the finger to her mouth, she looked up at him.

  “Taste.” The command was gentle, and she opened her mouth and sucked his finger inside, savoring the salty taste.

  “Good girl.” He knelt down, stroking her hair with one hand as he coated his finger with more, and offered it to her. “You’re going to be fine, Helena. Put yourself in my hands, in my care. Let me show you the true relationship between a Master and sub.”

  “Thank you.” Her body was still on fire and his gentle touch didn’t cool her, but seemed to fan the flames.

  “You’re welcome, shorty.”

  “Excuse me?” She lifted herself up on her elbows.

  “Yeah, I like it. Shorty. Much more fun than Helena, so just get used to it. Of course, shorty’s been a bad girl already. You weren’t given permission for a second orgasm, and you know what that means.”

  “Punishment.”

  “That’s right. Thinking up a way to punish you without pain is going to be fun for both of us.”

  He stood, took a towel, and walked toward the back end of the cabin. Helena knew she should be angry at her new name, but somehow she wasn’t. Just like she didn’t feel frightened after having just played with him.

  Only time would tell, though, if that feeling would stick or would give way to her old feelings of fear.

  Chapter Three

  “You’re a million miles away,” TK said, settling into a seat in the Dallas-Ft. Worth terminal. “You’ve barely said two words to me since we left Albuquerque.”

  “That’s not true. Four maybe.”

  He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. “Are you having second thoughts?”

  “No, just a little nervous is all.” Helena sighed. Nervous was an understatement. Harper had been thrilled to see her, and even more thrilled when Helena had told her she was going to Florida to stay with TK for a while, saying it would be good for her.

  That morning, she’d boarded a plane with TK, and now they sat in Dallas, waiting for the plane that would carry them the last two and a half hours to Miami.

  “I have a gift for you. Two of them, actually.”

  “Really? I like presents.” She gave him her best seductive smile. “What are they?”

  “One was easy to get through security, the other a little more difficult. I’m giving you the easy one first.” He reached into his duffle bag and pulled out a sack, which he handed to her.

  She opened it to find a large blank spiral notebook. “I can honestly say no man has ever given me a notebook before.”

  “Good. You’re going to use it to write your feelings and your experiences in. The feelings will be easy. Anything you want to jot down. Those are for your eyes only, I won’t read them, or force you to share them with me.”

  “That sounds good.” She flipped through the pages. “And the experiences?”

  “Each morning I’ll ask you to remember something specific you’ve experienced through BDSM. You’ll write it down, and share it with me that evening after I get off work. Then, we’ll play out a scene that I’ve devised around the same situation. The day after that, I want you to write down the differences, and we’ll discuss them.”

  “Sounds like a lot of writing.”

  “We’ll hit some highlights, things that I think you need to remember and work on.” He squeezed her hand. “If you thought you’d be sitting around all day while I worked, you’re sorely mistaken.”

  She snapped her fingers and frowned. “Damn, and here I thought this would be a fun vacation.”

  He reached back into the bag and pulled out a pair of socks, which he passed to her.

  “Socks? You brought me socks?” She examined the white cotton material, rolled together as if they were a tube. “They’re heavy.”

  “Peek inside.”

  She peeled back the material, then let out a cry of surprise. She leaned closer to him. “An anal plug?”

  “Yup. There’s just enough lube in this little tube here to meet regulations. Go into the bathroom and put the plug in.”

  She took the tube from his hand and put that and the socks in her purse before standing. She gave him a shy smile before she left. The bathroom was crowded, but she didn’t have to wait in line. She selected a stall on the end.

  After locking the door, she unwrapped the plug. It was not overly large, about five inches with a wide base and tapered head. It would insert easily enough, and be comfortable to wear, for the most part. She wasn’t sure about wearing it for more than two hours on a plane, though.

  Still, she’d given herself to TK, and she would follow his directions. She stepped out of her panties, setting them on a small shelf before lubing up the toy. She put a small amount of the lube on her fingers, and had just reached behind her when her cell phone rang.

  She glanced at the display, not surprised to see TK’s name appear, since he’d programmed his number into her phone that morning. She hurriedly put the earpiece in, then connected to him.

  “Yes?”

  “How’s it going, shorty?”

  “Not yet.”

  “I want to listen. Put it in now.”

  Helena spread the lube on her anus, then placed the toy at the opening. Her breathing accelerated and she knew he could hear her wispy breaths.

  “That’s it, baby. Slide it in.” She groaned slightly as it moved past her first muscle. She loved anal play, and knew this meant TK did too.

  “Is it in?”

  “Not quite.”

  “Are you wet?”

  “Yes, Milord.”

  “Glad you remembered that this time. You’ve been a little lax.” She gave a loud sigh. “Push it up there, baby.”

  “Yes, Milord.” She made soft noises as she worked the plug inside her. It was small, but it had been a long time since she’d taken anything in her anus. The feeling sent shockwaves of desire through her, and she whispered his name as she worked.

  “I need you to fuck me, Milord. Oh, please.”

  “Good. That’s it, do it for me. Don’t touch your pussy. Is it all in?”

  “Yes, Milord.”

  “Fuck yourself with it gently, but stay quiet.”

  Helena moved the plug in and out of her, loving the pull on her tight muscles, reveling in the fullness, and the fact that TK listened as she moved the plug in and out of her ass. Pressure built in her clit, and need spread through her body.

  “Milord, may I come?”

  “You may not. Put your panties back on and come back to me.” There was a moment’s pause. “And don’t forget my socks.”

  When she was dressed, she stepped out of the stall, loving the feeling of wearing the plug. Her anus throbbed around the intrusion, and she knew it would be an interesting flight to her new home. A woman at the next washbasin nodded at her, studying her with great intent. Helena wondered what she’d heard. How loud had her sighs of pleasure been?

  The woman wouldn’t make eye contact with her, so Helena figured she knew something had been going on. Helena washed her hands and left, heading straight for TK, who sat calmly watching the news.

  “The woman in the stall next to me is probably telling security I was up to something.” He laughed, then ran his hand up her thigh, stopping just below the end of her skirt. His touch was sensuous, and when he gen
tly squeezed her thigh, she felt it all the way to her clit.

  “How’s it feel?”

  “Full. Good.”

  “Who are you wearing the plug for, shorty?”

  “You, Milord.”

  “That’s right. It makes me hard to know you’re ass is full because I want it that way. I love knowing you did it because I wanted you to. And I really loved hearing you enjoy it so much. Tell me how it makes you feel.”

  “I told you, full.”

  “You need to watch your tone; it’s very disrespectful.” He gazed into her eyes and she tried not to look away.

  “I’m sorry, Milord. I feel full.”

  “Better. But I didn’t mean physically, I meant mentally.” He tapped his forehead. “Tell me what’s going on in your brain.”

  “I’m not really sure.” She wanted to tell him no one had ever asked her that question before. And now that she thought about it, it bothered her greatly that no one had ever asked, not even her late husband. He’d always wondered about the physical part, not the mental part. “It makes me feel obedient and submissive. And, it makes me feel warm all over, knowing it’s made you happy.”

  “As it should. That shows your submissive soul is still there. I’m very happy to hear that.”

  “Me too.”

  They announced boarding for their flight, and TK stood, offering Helena his hand. “Let’s hurry and get on the plane before security comes looking for the crazy anal plug lady.”

  Warmth spread across Helena’s face and chest, and she knew she was probably beet red. She took his hand and they boarded the plane, taking their seats in first class, with TK at the window and her sitting next to him.

  Once they were buckled in, he leaned over and kissed her cheek. “I’m going to sleep. But I want you to write. Your topic today is your first BDSM experience, who it was with, what you did, and how it made you feel. When we get home, I’ll get you settled in; then I have work to do, to catch up from being gone. Tonight, we’ll discuss your first time, and then we’ll do a first time scene together.”

  “Thank you, Milord.”

  “You’re welcome. It will be a little different for you, since you’re so experienced, but I want you to put yourself back at the front of your BDSM life. Writing about it will help.”

  “Yes, Milord. You’re right.”

  He squeezed her thigh again. “Squirm around on that plug a little.”

  She bounced a little in her chair, inhaling sharply as the plug moved inside her.

  “Very good, shorty. Do it several times during the flight, so you don’t forget it’s there, and why you’re wearing it.” TK sat back in his seat and closed his eyes. By the time the plane took off he was fast asleep.

  Helena stared down at the notebook in her lap. Remembering things wasn’t going to be hard, really. Writing about them might be a little more difficult. She pulled down the tray and opened the notebook, then closed her eyes to focus on something that happened ages ago.

  Chapter Four

  M’s Playhouse looked different than Helena remembered. The large plantation-style home was set far from the roadway with the ocean hitting the back of the property.

  Now, as the car rounded through the parking lot and entered a lane marked private, she licked her lips and tried to stay calm. This was, after all, the place where she’d been rescued from her hell. She should be happy to be here. Still, the sight of the huge building brought back bad memories that she’d prefer would stay buried.

  He skirted around the private cabanas and parked in a garage not far from the main house.

  “Ready?”

  “Yes. Where will I be staying?”

  “My private quarters take up the third floor. You’ll be staying with me.”

  “Such a huge space comes with being the boss, huh?”

  “Something like that.” He stared at her. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

  “I’m sorry, Milord.”

  He shook his head, and she knew she’d messed up. It wasn’t that hard to remember to address a Master by the title they wanted. She wasn’t sure why she was forgetting it.

  “Leave your luggage. I’ll send someone out for it later.”

  “Yes, Milord.”

  She followed him toward the house, where he used a card to unlock a gate in front of a sign that said private. He led her up two flights of stairs, stopping at the top to use the same card to unlock the door.

  “I’ll get you a card,” he said. “You can come and go as you please, unless I say otherwise.”

  “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.” His frown deepened, and then they moved into the house. Helena stopped and stared, her mouth open. It was as if they’d entered another dimension, that of an ancient castle. The first thing she noticed was the stone walls. One wall contained a fireplace big enough for someone to stand in.

  The other held manacles that hung from the ceiling, and a pair that rested against the floor. Hanging from hooks were various crops and floggers. Her stomach clenched at the sight of them. How she loved to be flogged, but she was so nervous after her experiences with Guest. She worried that pleasure would be taken away from her. She knew she would find out at TK’s hands, in time.

  Helena turned her gaze to the circular grouping of wood and leather furniture near the fireplace. She stepped toward it, smiling at the animal skin rugs that lay about.

  “All fake,” he said. “In case you were worried.”

  “A little, maybe.” She gave him a shy smile. “It’s so medieval.”

  “Yes, hence why you should call me Milord.”

  “I’m sorry, of course. I keep forgetting.”

  “I’ve noticed that.” He pointed up and at the ceiling and her gaze followed his hand. In the center of the furniture grouping were chains, retracted into the wall right now. A person could be bound to them in the center of the furniture.

  She imagined herself bound as TK whipped her while others watched. Again, she closed her eyes and fought back bad memories.

  “Let me show you the bedroom.”

  She followed him inside, her eyes widening again. The wall facing the ocean was a blanket of windows. A huge four-poster bed sat in front of it, raised on a dais. Curtains for each corner hung from the ceiling. Another wall held the manacles and whipping devices.

  “I have a more private dungeon that I’ll show you another time. In the meantime, this is where you’ll sleep, with me. There is a small trundle bed under the main bed. We’ll see how things work before we decide which you will use.”

  “Thank you.” The silence grew and then she said, “I mean, thank you, Milord.”

  “The bathroom has a large shower and tub, and there is a hot tub on the deck. I would have left it inside, but it took away from the ambience I was trying to convey.”

  “I can imagine, Milord.”

  “And now, to address your lack of respect.” He turned to her. “I am your Lord and Master now, am I not?”

  “Yes, Milord.”

  “Then why do you keep forgetting my proper address?”

  “Nerves, Milord?”

  “Is that a question, or an answer?”

  “I’m nervous, Milord.”

  His nod was curt. “Understandable, but still not something I can accept. Take off your clothes, shorty. All of them.”

  It didn’t take her long. She was comforted by the fact he hadn’t raised his voice, despite being upset with her. When she was naked, she stepped before him and bowed her head.

  “How’s that plug feel?”

  “It’s getting uncomfortable, Milord.”

  “I can imagine. I’m going to play on that discomfort. I’ve counted at least ten times that you’ve forgotten my proper address. So your punishment will last ten minutes, one minute for each time.”

  “Yes, Milord.” Helena’s excitement pushed away her nerves. She’d missed this, missed it so much.

  “Go into the bathroom and remove the plug. Wash it caref
ully with the items in the top drawer, then place it on a towel to dry and come back to me in the main room.”

  “Yes, Milord.” She hurried about her chore, making sure to clean the plug properly. When she was done, she glanced in the mirror. There was a flush on her cheeks that she hadn’t seen in ages. Excitement flowed through her at the idea of being punished.

  In the short time she’d been with him, Guest had never explained things, or punished her as a Dom would a sub. Usually he just slapped her, sometimes even going so far as to slam a fist into her stomach.

  “That’s over now,” she said to the image in the mirror. “Don’t think about it anymore, unless it’s at Milord’s direction.”

  She found him in the living room, seated on the sofa. Sitting next to him was a large stainless steel plug, and a closed plastic box.

  “A very nice plug,” he said, picking it up. “I like this one because the head is so wide, like a big firm strawberry. It’s made of stainless steel and weighs about a pound, so it will be uncomfortable to keep it inside you while your body is stretched between the chains. Plus, I’ve had the plug modified, with a little link in the base so I can add weight if I want to. And I do.”

  He pressed a button on a remote and the chains lowered from the ceiling. “Arms above your head. And spread your legs as wide as you can and still be standing.”

  Her breasts pushed higher as he bound her wrists with the cuffs hanging from the chains.

  “I don’t usually use this type of punishment on a new subbie. I go for flogging, but since I know you enjoy it so much, I wanted something that would make you a little more uncomfortable.”

  There was a knock at the door, and Helena tensed when TK said, “Come.”

  The door opened and a large, dark-haired man walked in. He bowed slightly. “Sir TK. Welcome home.”

  “Thank you, Sir Donovan. You remember Helena from a few months ago?”

  “Of course. Hello.”

  “Sir Donovan.”

  “Helena is being punished for being disrespectful. I wonder if you might help me bind her legs.”