Harper wondered how long it had been when he finally stood and stretched. He took a sip of water from the bottle on his desk and crossed to her.
“Thirsty?”
“Yes, Sir.” He hunkered down next to her and gave her a few sips. Then he undid the ties on her legs and neck.
“On your knees.” Her body, sore from staying in the same position, responded slowly. When she was on her knees, he attached the ankle cuffs to different hooks, these ones on the edge of the bar. A rope was attached to the cuffs around her wrists and then fastened to the back of the bar. He left her neck untied, for which she was grateful. When he reached into his pocket, she gasped when she saw what was in his hand.
“No. Please. Oscar, I mean, Master O, no. Please.”
He covered her eyes with the blindfold, pulling it down to make sure she couldn’t see.
Then he leaned over and whispered, “I like to hear you beg.”
She felt him stand and move away. Then he went to his desk and she heard him pick up a phone.
“Janice. Would you bring the papers on the Sanchez file in here for me, please?”
He put the phone down, and then the noise of curtains being opened filled the room.
“No. Please, no.”
“That’s it, beg more. It makes me hard.”
The warmth from the sun hit her and yet she shivered. Was there a building across the street? She couldn’t remember. And if there was, would someone looking out the window see her naked body bound to his bar? Would they call the cops? Would the cops bust in here only to discover it was a sex game?
The door to the office opened and she started to shake. Was this Janice? Or someone else?
“Here you are, Mr. Ruiz.”
“Thank you, Janice. Let’s move to the table.”
Harper could hear chairs being pulled out and papers being shuffled. What would Janice think if she knew there was a naked woman sitting not ten feet from her? Of course it obviously wasn’t the first time it had happened, because the hooks were there for just this purpose. What other woman had sat in this exact spot and worried about being found? Had Helena done this?
Wetness flooded her pussy and Harper tried to fight it off. It wasn’t right to be so excited by this, was it?
Harper could hear Oscar and Janice’s low voices as she pointed out places for him to sign. When the papers were slapped against the table, she knew the signing was over.
Her heart caught in her throat, though, when he said, “Would you get the Patterson file off my desk for me?”
The woman’s approach was silent, and since she was blindfolded, Harper didn’t know if Janice reached across the desk or crossed behind it. She held her breath for a minute, then tried to gulp in air without being loud.
When Oscar said, “Thank you,” Harper sighed in relief. There had been no surprised screams, and no “what the hell,” from Janice. But then again, what if Janice was a sub who had sat exactly where Harper was now? What if she looked at Harper with longing, wishing it were her sitting naked on Oscar’s floor?
“Did you reschedule all my appointments from Thursday to Tuesday?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good.”
Thursday to Tuesday? Did that mean they would be leaving then? They would have the weekend at Paragon’s, to explore and find out who Helena had left with.
The door to the office opened and Harper wondered who this was. When Janice called out a greeting to Walker, relief flooded Harper’s body. Maybe this was done. Maybe he would release her now. After Janice left.
“Long day?” Oscar asked.
“Yeah, I need a drink. Get me one.”
“Get it yourself,” Oscar replied.
“Oh, I’ll do it,” Janice said with a laugh. Harper swallowed a gasp, wiggling against her bindings.
No! No! Don’t let her come back here.
“That’s fine, Janice,” Walker said. “I can do it myself.”
Harper could hear footsteps crossing the carpet, and then a body stepped in front of her. Voices filled the room, and the sound of a zipper coming down sounded right in her ear. Seconds later a cock was at her mouth. It pushed against her lips and she opened up, sucking him in.
Was this Walker or Oscar? Whoever it was had a long, thick cock. And he was hard. He moved his hips into her face and she tried to take him in as fast as he moved, fighting back the gagging reflex. That noise would alert Janice, who would surely come to investigate.
The cock was pulled from her mouth, and the zipper went back up. There was the sound of a drink being made, and then he moved away. Seconds later Janice’s laughter filled the room.
“I guess you have to get your own.”
There was a grumbling, and then another man moved in front of her. A zipper came down and another cock pushed against her lips. This one was a little shorter, but thicker, than the last one. He was very hard, though, and he moved his hips quickly, fucking her mouth in short, sharp thrusts.
She wondered what Janice thought. Surely she could see the man, either Walker or Oscar, making fucking movements behind the bar. Or was her back to the bar? Had the other man distracted her so his friend could get a blowjob?
He gave her several hard thrusts then pulled away. The zipper went back up and she could hear ice hitting a glass, liquid being poured, and then the man left. She could hear the three of them talking, and her anxiety increased. What if the men who had been fucking her mouth weren’t Oscar or Walker? What if someone else had come in when the door had been opened and that person hadn’t spoken? Or she’d missed the greeting because she’d been so nervous?
The time seemed to drag by. Harper’s knees hurt from staying in one position. They needed to make Janice leave, to let her up. Instead they laughed, joked, and drank. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on her inner peace. It would be over soon. They couldn’t keep her here forever.
“Do y’all want another one?” Janice laughed. The two men spoke at once, saying there was no need for her to be a servant.
Harper sighed as a man appeared in front of her again. Once more the zipper came down and he fed her his cock. She sucked greedily, surprised she was actually enjoying it this time. It was the second cock she’d tasted, the shorter, stouter one. His hip movements were fast, and when warm liquid flooded her mouth, she tried to pull back. His hand went to the back of her head and kept her in place.
She had no choice but to swallow. If she didn’t she would gag, giving herself away. She swallowed as quickly as she could, trying not to cough as he pulled back and sprayed the rest of his warm seed over her breasts.
He put his cock back between her lips, and she licked the tip, taking the last of his cum into her mouth. Who had she just sucked off? Walker? Or Oscar? And would the other man come and have her do it to him too?
He patted her head much like a Master would pat his dog for doing a good job, and then he left. She heard them talking again, and then she heard Janice say it was late and time to leave. The door opened and closed, and seconds later Harper had another cock in her mouth.
The man put his hands on either side of her head, moving her up and down on him, sliding himself in and out of her as she sucked him hard. It didn’t take him long, and when he did come, he gave her just a taste before stepping back and coating her body with his fluid. The stream hit her breasts and stomach, trickling down to her bald pussy.
“Please untie me.” She turned her head, wondering who was standing where. The man she’d just sucked reached behind her and undid the lead on her wrist cuffs. He pulled them apart, and then stepped away from her. She could feel both of them watching her. She knew they were standing together.
“Make yourself come,” Walker said.
His words made her shiver. She hoped she could pull this off, because if she couldn’t, then all would be lost.
Her hands dove into her pussy, madly searching for her clit. It was hard, and it throbbed under her touch. She moved it back and forth, just as the women
in the videos she’d watched did, rubbing harder and harder, faster and faster.
The feelings rose, then sank and rose again. She was close, she knew it. She had to be close.
“Faster,” Oscar said. “Come. You have to come when we tell you to.”
She rubbed harder but knew it was lost. She’d thought it would happen. Thought this time would be different. But she couldn’t let them know. She threw back her head and moaned loudly, moving her hips back and forth, playing the drama out.
When she was done, silence reigned in the room. Then, Walker spoke, his voice dangerously low. “When we give an order, we expect it to be followed.”
“What?” Her blindfold was pulled from her face, and she blinked against the light.
“You expect us to believe that?” Oscar shook his head. “You didn’t come. You faked it. Why?”
“I did. I swear it.”
“Don’t lie.” Oscar’s voice was deep and commanding. “Tell us why you faked it.”
“Because I can’t come, all right? I’ve never had an orgasm. Never. Are you satisfied?”
She pulled against her leg restraints, and when Walker’s arms went around her from the front, she tried to buck him off.
“Get off me!”
“Calm down.”
“No! Leave me alone.” Tears flooded her face. It was so embarrassing, so humiliating. Here were two men who regularly gave orgasms to women and she couldn’t get one from them. Why had she thought it would be different?
She put her head on his arm and cried, hot tears flooding her face. He held her close, and when a hand stroked her hair, she knew it was Oscar.
“Shit.” Walker said. “Why didn’t you tell us?”
“It’s not exactly dinner conversation,” she said around her hiccups. “Oh, by the way, I can’t climax. Could you please pass the butter?”
They both laughed and Walker pushed her back. Oscar stood behind him, leaning against the shelves.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “If I can’t fool you, then I guess I won’t be able to fool the people at the resort, will I?”
“You won’t have to,” Oscar said.
Her heart broke at his words, because she knew that meant they were leaving her here. She was inadequate, sexually. And it meant she couldn’t join in the hunt for Helena.
She lifted her gaze to Oscar and his smile, which looked like it belonged on a mischievous child, made her shiver.
“I always did love a challenge.”
“Exactly,” Walker said. “We play tonight and tomorrow at Tygers, and we play hard. Are you ready for it?”
“But what about the fact I can’t climax?”
“You will,” Oscar said. “It may take a while, but you will. Once you’ve had one, it will open the floodgates and you’ll be coming all over the place.”
Chapter Five
Oscar pushed a margarita in front of her. “Make sure you eat some chips and hot sauce with it.”
She smiled and looked down at the table. They’d chosen a popular Mexican restaurant just off I-40. They were hungry and wanted to eat before they went to Tygers to play. She sipped at her drink and began to eat the chips and salsa as they waited for their meals.
“What do we do now?” She looked at them both in turn. They were in a circular booth, with her sitting in the middle. They were turned toward her, so she sort of felt like the meat in a Walker and Oscar sandwich. She’d made use of the shower in Oscar’s office and wondered the whole time what they were talking about. Were they disgusted because she was so inadequate, because she couldn’t climax like a real woman?
Were they changing their mind about taking her to Paragon’s with them? She didn’t think so, and they hadn’t mentioned it as they drove to her house and left her car in the garage, with Walker’s truck parked in the driveway.
Oscar munched on a chip, then took a sip of his beer. “Well, first, I punish you. And Walker watches. He likes to watch me punish subbies.”
His words made her stomach roil.
“And just so you know, I usually start slow and build up. But since we’re trying to pass ourselves off as being long term, I’m going to start hard and get harder. No easy route for you.”
“Plus,” Walker said. “It might help you in that other department. Maybe hard stimulation is what you need to climax.”
“I’m so embarrassed.” She let her gaze drop to the table.
“Don’t be,” Walker said. “I just wish you’d told us.”
“Yeah, it sucks to order a sub to come and then find out she can’t,” Oscar said. “But we’ll take care of it.”
His hand caressed her knee, moving up her thigh. “Do you feel anything at all? And be honest, because it will help us.”
“Yes, I do. My doctor says there’s nothing wrong, physically. He says it’s a mental block. I get tingly, and I can feel it dancing around the edges, and then it just suddenly disappears.”
“You’re too tense,” Walker said. “You need to learn to relax and have a good time.”
“I know. I think I’m afraid of becoming my mother.”
“Why?” Oscar gave the waitress a flirtatious look as she delivered their meals. She responded with a grin and he laughed. Then he turned his attention back to Harper. “Your sister’s free with her affections, and you don’t think badly of her. But you do of your mother?”
“Yes.” She took a bite of her enchilada, the cheese dripping down to the plate. “My mother’s a hedonist.”
“That might be true,” Walker said. “But what about Helena? Isn’t she a hedonist too?”
“No. She may enjoy physical excitement, crave sexual things, but she cares about others too. She cares about me. My mother’s never cared about anyone but herself.”
“So, are you afraid to let yourself climax because you think you’ll turn into your mother?”
Harper turned to Oscar. “Are you a lawyer or a psychiatrist?”
“I’m just saying it fits. Maybe you’re afraid you can’t learn to balance sexual pleasure and caring, like Helena does. Maybe you’re afraid you’ll go to the dark side, like your mother.”
“And maybe you shouldn’t be psychoanalyzing me.”
“Sometimes you have to look into the problem,” Walker said, putting a bite of burrito in his mouth. He chewed quickly and swallowed. “If you feel it physically, but you won’t let it come, then there’s a problem. You’re afraid to let yourself feel pleasure.”
“You know what, screw you. Lots of things bring me pleasure.”
Oscar swallowed a bite of food and took a sip of beer. “Like what?”
“Excuse me?”
“Like what? What gives you pleasure?”
The table got quiet and Harper stared at her plate. It was such a loaded question that she wasn’t sure how to answer it.
“I get pleasure out of the store. I get pleasure from being with Helena.” Her voice was low, and she bit her lip, trying to come up with more. It took her a few minutes to realize she couldn’t think of anything else.
Walker put his fork down and wiped his mouth. “Is that it?” There was no condemnation in his words, only a soft-spoken question that made her shiver with disappointment in herself.
“Yeah, I guess it is.”
“It’s the reason you’re so upset about Helena,” Walker said. “She’s one of the only things that brings you pleasure, and now she’s disappeared. So you’ve thrown yourself into looking for her. I’m not saying that’s a bad thing, but the baggage boy who saw her proves she’s alive, and she’s well. So, you need to take a few steps back and concentrate on yourself for a while.”
“You mean concentrate on the two of you?” She glanced back and forth at them.
“What he means is if you let yourself, you can learn a lot from submitting to a Dom. In this case, two Doms. You can learn not only sexual things, but also things about yourself as a person.”
Walker moved closer to her. “I think, in your mind, if a person fee
ls pleasure they’re a hedonist, just like your mother.”
“That’s not totally true.” She shook her head.
“Yes, it is,” Oscar said. “Look deep inside yourself, and you’ll know it’s true. You think it about Helena, and about us, and about all the people in the lifestyle. That’s why you were so adamant about how much you hated it the first night you and I met.”
Tears built behind her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Were they right? Did she think that about everyone, including Helena?
“I don’t think that’s right. I love Helena with all my heart.”
“Yes, you do,” Walker said. “But you still don’t approve of what she does. You know your mother abandoned you and your sister, and she did it because she needed to get sexual pleasure. You won’t let that happen to yourself, so you’re determined to help the people you love. And if it means forgoing pleasure, then that’s what you’ll do.”
“I suppose that’s partly true,” Harper said. “I do think about the hedonist thing, but I want to have an orgasm. Really, I do.”
“Yes, you do,” Oscar said. “But I think you’ve got a mental block. Allow us to guide you, open yourself up to us. I can guarantee we’re going to ask a lot of questions about you and what gets you off.”
“You mean like pain?”
“It could be,” Oscar said. “The most misconstrued idea about BDSM is that it’s a bunch of masochists and sadists who get off on being hurt, or hurting someone. True Dominants care about their submissives, whether they have a long-term thing or just for one scene. They care if their sub feels pleasure.”
“It takes trust to play in the BDSM world,” Walker said. “That means you have to open yourself up, on many different levels, and be willing to take what is offered, both physically and mentally.”
“Harper.” She turned to Oscar. “Everything we do is consensual. If, at any time, you decide you don’t want to play anymore, all you have to do is say ‘smoke.’ That’s your safe word.”
“Safe word?”
“Yes,” Walker said. “If we hear that word, we’ll know that you are not interested in continuing, and we’ll stop. No matter what we’re doing or where we’re at. Understand?”
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