Dark Redemption

by Barron, Melinda

  “That’s awful,” Sloan said. “It’s so sad that he’s dead. Do you think he could have killed his wife and set the fire to cover everything up?”

  “If he did, I don’t know why he would have let himself die in the process,” Chad said. “Seems rather strange, if you ask me.”

  “Unless he wanted to commit suicide and decided to take her with him,” Ryan said. “He was not a stable man, as you saw at the flea market. Let me pull those steaks.”

  “Can I help?” Sloan asked.

  “You can get the plates from the table and bring them over,” Ryan said. When each plate was loaded with a steak, and foil-wrapped corn, and potato, Sloan delivered them to the table. They started to eat, and she was so wrapped up in her food that she didn’t say anything at first.

  “This is delicious,” she finally said.

  “Your skills are better than mine,” Chad said. “I end up burning the outside and leaving the inside raw.”

  “Not all the time,” Sloan said, and they all laughed.

  “Tell me how you two met,” Ryan said. “I’m always interested in things like that.”

  “Through work,” Chad said. “Well, technically. I’m a realtor. When we met I was still learning the ropes, and a woman who’d bought a house invited me to the housewarming. Sloan was there. A year later we moved in together, and after that we got married.”

  “Lucky for you to find a sub that fits your needs,” Ryan said. “I’m jealous.”

  “It wasn’t an easy ride at first,” Sloan said. “I was more than a little, well, reluctant.”

  “A good Dom knows how to awaken his sub,” Ryan said.

  “Thank you,” Chad said. “Which brings us to the subject of furniture. As I said before, I want a chair that’s just a little smaller than the one you had at the flea market. I want to be able to sit in it and be serviced, and I want Sloan to be able to bend over the arms so I can spank her beautiful little bottom. I don’t want her feet to touch the floor.”

  Sloan reached for her beer. It was hard to hear her Master talk about her as if she weren’t sitting right beside him. But she kept her head turned down.

  “Before we do this, I want to ask you a question,” Chad said. “How did you get into making BDSM furniture?”

  “Stress reliever,” Ryan said with a laugh. “It’s rather nice to come home and pound on wood and nails after a particularly bad day at the office.”

  “What can you make besides chairs?” Sloan asked.

  “Anything you want,” Ryan said. “I’ve made lots of St. Andrew’s crosses, spanking benches, cages, chairs, beds... you have an idea and I can put it together.”

  “What’s your favorite?” Sloan said. “I mean of the things you’ve made so far. Which one sticks out as your favorite?”

  “Babe, have you changed your profession to journalist and you didn’t let me know?” Chad chuckled, and she was happy to hear there wasn’t any censure in his voice.

  “I rather like that she’s taking an interest,” Ryan said. “My favorite was a spanking swing. It was a large wooden square with a bicycle-type seat in the middle. You attach the sub to the restraints, either facing front of back, you know, pussy or ass spanking, and have a go. Fun for everyone.”

  “Indeed,” Chad said. “Show us what you got. I’m intrigued now.”

  “Sounds good,” Ryan said. He stood and pointed toward the back part of the yard. Sloan hadn’t even looked past the patio where they sat. There was a large wooden shed.

  “Is that your workshop?” Chad asked as he stood. He helped Sloan out of her chair.

  “It is,” Ryan said. “I like this area because my place sits on acreage. I can pound away on my creations at all hours of the day or night and my neighbors don’t complain.”

  “Is it a dungeon, too, or just a workshop?” Chad asked.

  “I don’t have a dungeon right now,” Ryan said as they started to walk through the grass. “If I had a sub to play with then I would build one, and I would stock it with everything under the sun. But I haven’t found a sub in years. And, as we discussed before, there’s not exactly hot BDSM spots in town.”

  “True,” Chad said. “I’ve complained about that for a while. It’s a sad state of affairs.”

  “True,” Ryan said as he reached into his pocket and took out a set of keys. There was a hasp on the door, and he undid the lock there first. Then he undid the lock on the knob and turned it.

  “Ladies first,” Ryan said after he’d flipped on the light.

  She stepped inside and stopped dead in her tracks. The space was large, and it was stuffed with so many pieces of furniture, both made and in the process of being finished, that there didn’t seem to be enough room to move around.

  “You’re blocking the door, babe,” Chad said. “Move in.”

  “Sorry, I was just… overwhelmed.” She stepped to the side and the men came in.

  “I can see why,” Chad said as he stopped in the middle of the room. “This is a Dom’s dream.”

  “This is a sub’s dream, too,” Sloan said with a laugh. “Although I don’t know what half of this stuff is for, and we’ve never used it.”

  “You’re making it sound as if I’m a bad Dom,” Chad said. “Maybe I should make you strip and strap you to that St. Andrew’s cross.”

  “Perhaps you should,” Sloan said. Her mouth dropped open as the words left her mouth. It wasn’t like her to say things like that. In fact she could not remember ever saying something to that affect. “Sorry.”

  “You know I hate that word,” he said.

  “As you say, Master,” she said.

  “Then be a good girl and look around.” He swatted her on the ass and she sidestepped a second swat and giggled.

  “Don’t be naughty,” he said.

  “You like it when I’m naughty,” she said. “You’re giving me mixed signals. How am I supposed to know which demand to follow?”

  “I’m gonna give you a signal,” he said as he wagged his finger at her. “Now, look around, just like I said.”

  “As you say, Master,” she said, and then she saluted him.

  “Now you’re really pushing it,” he said.

  Before he could swat her again, she turned and moved toward the back of the room, stopping to look at spanking benches, swings, crosses, and on a table, various spanking implements.

  “You’ve made all these?” she asked.

  “I did,” he said.

  She picked up a tawse and turned it over in her hand. She’d seen these on online sites when she and Chad had picked out toys, but she’d never seen one in person. There was a part of her that wondered what it would feel like to have the split leather strap slapped across her naked backside.

  “Find something you like?” Chad asked.

  “No.” She put the strap down and backed away from the table. “I was just being touchy-feely.”

  “I see,” Chad said. He moved to stand beside her. Then he ran his fingers over every implement there was, including the tawse.

  “Um, we’re here to look at chairs?” Sloan asked.

  “You were the one who started playing with the toys,” he said. He picked up the riding bat and swished it through the air. “This might leave some very pretty marks on your bottom.”

  Rather than answer, Sloan turned to Ryan. “What do we have to do to get a chair the right size that Master Chad wants?”

  “Now you’re being pushy,” Chad said. He turned to Ryan. “She does that when she’s nervous. And right now she’s very nervous.”

  Sloan lowered her head. But she couldn’t help but glance over at the tawse. Her backside ached to find out what the leather would feel like, but she didn’t want to voice that idea now. She wasn’t sure how to tell Master Chad she was interested in it without letting Ryan know.

  While she’d enjoyed being at his house tonight, and talking with him about life, she wasn’t ready to tell him how much she loved having her butt whipped.

  “Whic
h one do you like?” Master Chad asked, his voice low and seductive. She knew what that tone meant. It always came with a good spanking, and then a good fucking.

  She knew better than to disobey. Master Chad’s punishments were always for her to go without, and he could stand the wait much longer than she could.

  Sloan picked up the tawse and handed it to Chad. “I should have known,” he said. He turned to Ryan. “My sweet sub loves to have her bottom reddened. Good stripes are what she loves to wear.”

  Chad laughed, a deep, almost evil laugh that always made her shiver. He knew how to push every button she had, which always made her soar toward the heavens.

  “We’ll take this one,” he said. “Or if this is just the floor model, so to speak, I’d like you to make one for us, one that has never been used on anyone else.”

  “I take that one to various shows,” Ryan said. “I can have a new one ready for you in about a week. That will give me time to cut it and get it ready for use.”

  “That works for us,” Chad said. “Now, let’s take a look at that chair. Babe, look around and see what else catches your eye.”

  “As you say, Master,” she said. She was sort of glad that she didn’t have to talk about the chair. The size of the thing was a little intimidating to her. She much preferred something like the bench they already had.

  She went toward the back of the shop while the two men walked toward the chair. Being inside this place was like sensory overload. There was a part of her that wanted to play with everything, to touch it, run her fingers over it and wonder what it would feel like to be strapped into the swing, or bound to the spanking bench.

  She shivered as the feelings spread through her. If it were up to her they would build a huge dungeon under their house and import every piece of furniture in this place.

  They had a spanking bench, and they used it well, but Chad had never really been into bondage. Would he use the swing? The idea was fascinating, and as she stared at the swing, held up by a large wooden stand, she was tempted to give it a test drive.

  She closed her eyes and fantasized about how it would feel for Chad to spank her while she was spread eagle and at his mercy. He would mark her pussy, her ass and her thighs. Would he be able to get to her ass while she was in there? Or would he have to turn her over? What would it feel like to use that thing?

  Oh she wanted to know, more than she wanted to think about the chair the two men were discussing.

  “Babe,” Chad called out. “Come over here.”

  She gave the swing one long, last look before she walked over to where they stood in front of the chair, which was almost the size of the one Ryan had on sale at the flea market, the one that had attracted Chad to his booth.

  “Yes, Master?” she asked.

  “Strip, and then climb onto the chair.” He winked at her. “I want to see what this chair does to your pussy, and your tits. I’m looking for wetness, and hard nipples. Let’s see what you can give me.”

  Chapter 3

  What the…? Sloan stared at her Master, her eyes wide and her mouth open. She’d never been naked in front of anyone except for Chad. And now he expected her to just strip as if it were an everyday occurrence.

  What would he expect next? Would he want her to have sex with Ryan? She certainly hoped not, because she was not ready for that, physically maybe, but not mentally. Her mind reeled as she considered the possibilities of what would happen next, once she was naked.

  “Could you give us a minute?” Chad said to Ryan. “My babe has never been naked in front of another man before, and I think my order is making her head spin.”

  To say the least, Sloan wanted to add. “I’ll go outside. Call when you’re ready.”

  The door to the workshop closed, and Sloan bowed her head. “I’m so sorry, Master. I should have just done it. Forgive me.”

  “You know I’m not the type of man who demands things without thinking them through, first,” he said. “Yes, you should have followed my directions, and we’ll deal with that at home. But I should have talked with you about this possibility on the way here. We talk about things first, don’t we?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said.

  “Now, you trust me in everything we’ve done, why not now?”

  “I’m not sure,” she said. “I’m sorry.”

  “You’ve said that already,” he said. “I’m concerned at your denial of my orders, but we’ll deal with it later. Right now, I’d just like you to follow them and not falter again.”

  “As you say, Master,” she whispered. “Shall I undress now?”

  “Wait for Ryan to come back inside,” he said.

  He went to the door, and Sloan stayed in place, her nerves dancing under her skin. It had been years since she’d disobeyed her Master, but then again he’d never asked her to show herself to another man before.

  Does that matter? A voice screamed inside her head. You should obey, no matter what. Her feelings right now went back to what she’d felt when she and Chad first came together. She’d had troubles dealing with her submissiveness, but Chad had broken through her barriers and their time together had been perfect. But here she was again, throwing up that wall and not wanting to accept new things in her life.

  Why, why, why? She wanted to cry, to scream and holler and, truthfully, beat her fists against the walls. She’d thought she was past this, thought she would never disobey her Master again. He was right when he said they needed to discuss this, needed to get to the bottom of her feelings.

  She looked up when Master Chad and Ryan came into the room.

  “Now,” Chad said. “I believe you were supposed to get naked and sit in the chair. I’m looking for hard nipples and a wet pussy.”

  “As you say, Master,” Sloan said. She undressed slowly, her hands shaking so badly that it was difficult for her to undo the hooks on her bra. When she was totally naked she bowed her head in her husband’s direction. The she moved toward the chair.

  She stopped when Chad said, “What about a towel for the chair? Or do you mind if her wetness seeps onto the wood?”

  “It’s been stained with waterproof materials, so that it can be used indoors and out,” Ryan said. “Besides, a naked sub cleaning the chair is fun for all.”

  Unless you’re doing the cleaning, Sloan wanted to say. But she didn’t want to embarrass her Master anymore, so she kept her mouth shut and scrambled into the chair. Her feet and legs dangled far from the ground as she sat, on the edge. If she scooted onto the chair and put her back against the wood only her feet would be dangling.

  “This chair is enormous,” she said.

  “The idea behind it is for the Dom to sit totally in it, and the sub to kneel on the chair so she can serve her Master as he sees fit,” Ryan said.

  “I like that idea,” Chad said. She could hear the desire in his voice, and she took a deep breath, determined to do whatever he asked of her, even if it was in front of a man she’d never been naked in front of before.

  “Spread your legs, Sloan,” Master Chad said. She did as he asked, her desire building as she knew his was, too.

  “Touch your pussy,” he said.

  “As you say, Master,” she said. She put her hand on herself, knowing that she needed to follow his direction to the letter. He hadn’t told her to play with herself, or spread her lips. He’d just said touch her pussy.

  “Good girl,” he said, as if he’d read her mind. “Now, spread your lips and show our new friend that pretty pussy.”

  “As you say, Master,” she said. When the air hit her wet insides she shivered.

  “Sloan has always had a problem with letting her mind overrule her body,” Chad said. “When we first met she was a virgin. She resisted me, which was what I expected. When we started on our journey together, things intensified. When she finally learned to trust me things were fine, and we got married. Now I’m concerned that her mind is trying to take over again.”

  “A thinking woman,” Ryan said. “I fi
nd that a woman who questions things feels things more keenly than those who just go along without wanting to know why. It makes a relationship stronger.”

  “I agree,” Chad said. His gaze had been focused on Sloan, and he smiled. “Stroke your clit.”

  “As you say, Master,” she said. She did as he asked as she pondered what Ryan had said. Chad had said something similar to her when they had first gotten together. She’d told him her parents had always told her she asked too many questions, always saw the bad things in life.

  She’d countered that she just wanted to know things, that she didn’t take anything for granted. She told Chad that, too. And now here she was, questioning him after they’d been together for so long.

  “Stop thinking, keep playing,” Chad said.

  Sloan closed her eyes and did as he ordered. She kept her touch light, because she didn’t like the idea of climaxing in front of Ryan. Oh, whom was she kidding? She knew that’s how this evening was going to end. The question was would she be the only one coming, or would she get the two of them off before she climaxed?

  Trust your Master and let things flow as they will, she said to herself as her fingers gently stroked her clit. Her need was growing, and she was trying to keep from moving faster, from bringing herself closer to orgasm. The men were talking, about spanking benches, sizes of chairs and something else about clubs and places to play.

  She moved her fingers faster, savoring the little jolts of pleasure that spread from her clit through to the rest of her body.

  “Master,” she whispered. She heard him whisper, “Good idea. When?”

  “Master,” she said louder. She was about to come, about to explode, actually. And the idea of doing it in front of Ryan, which had scared her earlier, was somewhat fascinating now. She spread her legs a little wider and pinched her clit. Her deep, dark rumble made her body shake.

  “Master.” How many times had she said that now? Two, three? Why was he ignoring her when he’d ordered her to play with herself? “Master, please.” The rumble was gone, replaced by a whining need that, usually, would make her Master tell her to buck up and be a woman.