Dark Redemption

by Barron, Melinda

  “You’re off in la-la land,” Chad said from behind her. He leaned over and kissed her, and she savored the taste of him.

  “I am,” she said.

  He sat down and put his coffee mug on the table. “Ryan is still sleeping. I woke to a delicious smell. When will it be ready?”

  “About twenty minutes or so,” she said. “In about ten I’m going to start cooking bacon. That smell should wake him.”

  He laughed. “Before he gets up let’s talk about last night. How are you feeling?”

  “Physically? I love the residual pain from the spanking,” she said. “Both front and back. It feels spectacular. But I’m a little freaked out about bringing another man into bed with us.”

  “Why?” he asked. “You like watching threesomes.”

  “On TV.” She took a sip from her coffee. “I’m not so sure about how I’m supposed to feel.”

  “I never tell you what to feel,” he said. “If you’re worried that I’m jealous about you having sex with Ryan don’t be. My love for you is strong, and I know yours is for me, too. I have no fear of losing you.”

  On impulse she launched herself at him and sat down on his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. “I do love you,” she said.

  He kissed her back and they sat like that for a while, kissing and hugging. He cupped her breast and not so gently squeezed the nipple.

  “Oh, yes,” she whispered when the kiss broke and he pinched harder.

  “You’re making me hard, babe,” Chad said. “I had this great fantasy last night that I think you’ll like, knowing how you like to take it up the ass.”

  “For when we get home?” she asked.

  “Afternoon delight,” he said. She realized he hadn’t quite answered her question, and she was sure that meant whatever it was concerned their host.

  “Tell me,” she said.

  He pinched her nipple again, harder, and she cried out.

  “Yeah, you like that, my naughty wife,” he said. One more pinch, harder this time. Sloan hissed in delight, and then bucked her hips. She didn’t want to sit here and get all riled up. If he had something planned then they needed to do it now.

  “We watched a scene with it last night,” he said, breaking her concentration on the idea of being with Chad and their new friend. He kissed her neck repeatedly as she thought about what they’d watched. Most of it dealt with spankings and fucking, which didn’t seem out of the norm. And then she thought about the final scene, where the sub took both Doms at the same time, one in her pussy and one in her ass.

  “Oh my,” she whispered.

  “You’re going to love it,” he said, just as the timer went off.

  “Oh crap,” she said. She pushed off his lap and rushed into the kitchen, only to find a half-naked Ryan pulling the casserole out of the oven.

  “This smells delicious,” he said.

  “Thanks,” she said as she peered around his shoulder to see that the dish had turned out perfectly browned. “I was planning on making bacon to go with it, but Chad distracted me.”

  “Blaming it on me, I see,” Chad said. “She distracts me with kisses and those fantastic tits, and all of the sudden it’s my fault she forgot something was in the oven.”

  She could hear the humor in his voice. She put the casserole on top of the stove, and then bent over and wiggled her hips. She might be having problems with the emotional side of new development, but her body was reacting on its own. Taking it up the behind had been a favorite with her since Chad had first done it, and he knew it.

  One time they’d used a vibrator to do what he’d proposed this morning, and she’d enjoyed every second. What would it be like now, she wondered, to have two flesh and blood men pounding into her at the same time?

  “I’ll make the bacon,” she said. “You guys sit and enjoy your coffee.”

  “Don’t mind if we do,” Chad said.

  The men sat at the breakfast table after Ryan gave her a skillet. She started to cook, filling the skillet and turning as the men sipped. It wasn’t until Chad said, “How do you feel about a double?” that she almost dropped the fork she was using.

  “Sign me up,” Ryan said. “We need to take measurements for the chair you want. If you still want it.”

  “I do,” Chad said. “And, miracle upon miracle, Sloan doesn’t have to work today, so we have as much time as we want to play. Unless you have plans, too.”

  “Not today,” Ryan said. “My cock is twitching at the idea you just proposed, though.”

  Sloan remained quiet. She placed the casserole on the table, then found plates and forks and put them there, too. Once she’d filled a plate with enough bacon to feed a family of five she sat down next to her husband. They filled their plates and started to eat.

  “This is delicious,” Ryan said.

  “I think I used most of your bread,” she said.

  “That’s what stores are for,” Ryan said between bites.

  “This is my one dish,” she said with a laugh. “I’m not very good at doing other things.”

  “You’re very good at this one,” Ryan said.

  “We’ve thought about taking our next vacation in Albuquerque where we could take a cooking class together,” Chad said. “I’m not the sort that thinks a woman has to do all the cooking.”

  “I was,” Ryan said. “After my divorce I had to learn how to fend for myself. I couldn’t even make toast at first.”

  They all laughed, and then continued to eat. When their plates were empty, Chad pushed his away.

  “Are you as serious as I am about the idea of a BDSM club here in Santa Fe?”

  “I am,” Ryan said as he did the same. “I don’t know a lot of people here who practice BDSM. Do you?”

  “A few,” Chad said. “And if we advertise in the right places online, we’d be sure to attract people from here, and I’m sure from Albuquerque. I know a couple that has a hulking sub that would make a great bouncer. I know a few Doms who would love to play. I know a few subs who would want someone to play with them.”

  “We need to talk to people in Denver and find out how much a club costs, what we should do to get it started, what sort of building we’d need,” Chad said. “I can find us land outside town, off the roadway so that people would have to look for it. That way we can have outdoor activities and the subs won’t have to be quiet.”

  “A wonderful idea,” Ryan said. “Even though I’m a little off the beaten path here I still worry that if we took your sweet sub outside and whipped her butt her screams would alert the neighbors, who would call the cops.”

  “Good thing they didn’t hear me last night,” Sloan said. “They would have freaked.”

  “They would have,” Ryan said. “So we move on with our plan. We do some research; find clubs besides the one I know of in Denver. We might have to visit a few and talk to a few owners before we open up our club. What shall we call it?”

  “Not sure yet,” Chad said. “But we’ll think of something, something that attracts attention.”

  “Whips and Chains,” Ryan said.

  “Spankings Done Here,” Sloan said. “Or is that too over the top?”

  “Just a little,” Chad said. They all laughed before he said, “It has to be something unique, something that’s not found in other cities. Duke City, maybe?”

  “Too common here,” Ryan said. “We’d get people calling and coming by too often. We want something unique, as you said. We should all think of names and put them in a hat, and then we could draw them out one by one and vote.”

  “You got a hat?” Chad asked.

  “No, but I do have a bowl,” he said. “I think the three of us should set up rules. No one digs into the bowl until we get back from Denver. We can start putting names in, but we wait to make our choice.”

  “When we find out about money, we’ll have to take out a loan,” Chad said. “Good thing you’re a banker.”

  “I won’t be able to do my own loan,
but I know people,” he said with a laugh.

  “Then we go to Denver next weekend and see how things are done,” Chad said. “Until then I say we spend the afternoon fucking.”

  “What a wonderful idea,” Sloan said. “Let me clean up first.”

  “Meet us in the living room,” Ryan said. “I’ll bring out some blankets and pillows and we can build an adult play area.”

  Sloan made fast work of cleaning up the breakfast dishes. The men had eaten most of the casserole, so there was little left. She wondered if they would spend the night here again tonight. It wasn’t a bad idea this time, because she was ready for it. Or at least she thought she was. She wiped her hands on a towel and walked into the living room.

  The adult play area was not blankets and pillows, but a wooden frame with shackles hanging from each end.

  “Get naked,” Chad said as he picked up the handcuff on the left corner of the frame. Those words always made her smile. It was easier to get undressed in front of Ryan this time. She was excited at the idea of what was about to happen, but then again it might not. They might save it for later. Tonight, for example. Maybe this afternoon was little more than a warm-up.

  If the frame were any indication she was about to get another spanking, and despite the fact that her bottom still hurt from last night, she wasn’t unhappy about that idea.

  She stripped and stood near the frame.

  “I designed one like this for a couple who have kids, and don’t have a playroom,” Ryan said. “They wanted something that broke down easily. I designed this, and liked it so much I built one for myself.” He shrugged. “But this will be the first time I’ve used it. Like I said, it’s been a while.”

  “Well let’s get you back on the horse, so to speak,” Chad said. “Babe, step into the middle.”

  Excitement coursed through her once again as the men handcuffed her to the frame. Despite the fact he said it could be broken down easily it seemed very sturdy. She wondered if it would topple over. But she figured it would not. Ryan was obviously good at what he did, and if there were problems with it people wouldn’t buy things from him.

  To make sure she tugged on the cuffs.

  “I know what I’m doing,” Ryan said.

  “Of course you do,” she said.

  “Then stop testing the frame,” he said. “I may not be your Master, but I would never hurt you. If I thought it would fall over I would not use it.”

  “I’m sorry, Sir,” she said, and she truly meant it. She didn’t realize he would be offended. But when she put herself in his place, as the builder, watching someone test her creation would have upset her, also.

  “Well, let’s mete out a punishment,” Chad said. “Remember what we discussed last night?”

  “I do,” Ryan said. “Give me a moment. They’re out in the workshop.”

  When he was gone, Chad turned to her. “That was rude.”

  “I’m sorry,” she said. “I think I’m just a little off kilter right now.”

  “I like him,” Chad said. “Do you?”

  She wasn’t exactly sure where this was going, but she nodded.

  “If we’re business partners we’re going to be spending a lot of time with him.”

  She heard Chad’s words loud and clear—don’t be rude.

  When Ryan was back, she watched him hand something to Chad. She wasn’t exactly sure what it was, but she took the time to tell Ryan once again that she was sorry for what she’d said earlier.

  “It’s forgotten,” Ryan said. Then he dropped a chain in front of her face. It took her a moment to realize what it was, a pair of clamps. Chad held one, too, and she was happy to see both of them had the rubber edges over the tips, which meant they wouldn’t bite into her nipples.

  But if each of them had a pair, what did they plan to do with them? There were four clamps, and she had two nipples and one clit. Did that mean one would be left over? Or would there be two on her clit?

  Sloan licked her lips in anticipation. This could turn out to be a fun afternoon, even if she had screwed it up at first by testing the frame. She smiled at Chad, and he gave her a wicked look in return—right before he removed the plastic tips from the clamps, revealing the jagged edges.

  Her mouth dropped open right before Ryan did the same with his. Chad attached one to her left nipple, and Ryan crouched in front of her and easily pushed his fingers into her wet folds. Seconds later she felt the bite of one right above her clit, and one below it, just as Chad attached the fourth one to her right nipple.

  The men stepped back and stared at her as she moaned and started to move, as if she could get away from the bite of the metal against her skin.

  “Hurts,” she murmured.

  “Does it?” Chad asked. “It seems to me as if it doesn’t hurt enough. What do you think, Ryan?”

  “It seems to me that if it hurt the way it should she would be screaming.”

  “I agree,” Chad said. “What can we do to rectify the situation?”

  “Hurts enough,” Sloan said. “Please, no more.”

  “Get them,” Chad said.

  “My thought exactly,” Ryan said. He walked behind her, and when he returned, she watched as he handed a weight to Chad.

  “No, no, please,” she begged. “No.”

  They ignored her, as she’d expected. Chad attached one weight to the chain that held together the two clamps on her nipples. Ryan put one on her clit. She cried out, jumping in an effort to escape the pain that shot through her.

  “No, no, no,” she said. “Please, not… off.”

  Chad went behind her and slapped her ass with his bare hand. “Don’t you dare tell me what to do.” He slapped her once more, and yet again.

  As much as she loved spankings, she hated clamps, especially metal ones with teeth. She clamped her mouth shut to keep from crying out again. Tears stung her eyes and leaked down her cheeks, and to her surprise the men removed the clamps.

  “Thank you,” she whispered.

  “If she can talk, it must not have been that bad,” Chad said. “Let’s have another go at it.”

  They reattached the clamps and the pain came back, much harder than the first time. Sloan kept her mouth shut and tried to ignore the pain, but when Chad slapped the side of her breast and the weight started to move, she whimpered. Ryan slapped the other breast and the weight moved faster, and when she wiggled the one between her outstretched legs moved, too.

  She moaned and tried so hard to hold back the cry that escaped her mouth. To her surprise they released the clamps once more. But seconds later, when the blood was just starting to come back into her skin that had been clamped, they reattached them.

  This time she cried out, loudly. “Please, no more.” The moment the words were out of her mouth she knew she’d done wrong. Rather than admonish her, Chad took a step back and Ryan did the same. The clamps bit into her and this time they left them on longer than they had the last time.

  Just when she thought she couldn’t stand it anymore, Chad stepped forward and said, “Are you going to say no again?”

  She shook her head and licked her lips.

  “What have I told you about words?”

  “As you say, Master,” she said. “I’m sorry I overstepped my bounds.”

  “Much better,” he said, and the clamps came off, one at a time, very slowly. When all four of them were off she waited to feel them be reattached, but it didn’t happen.

  “I love playing with her,” Chad said. “For the most part she takes it well, and has learned not to tell me no. Today, we’ve faced a problem. We’ll have to address that later.”

  Ryan nodded.

  “You can help, if you like.”

  “I appreciate that,” Ryan said. “I will follow your lead.”

  Chad sighed. He stepped next to her and ran his hand over her cheek. “She hates clamps, but she loves to be fucked up the ass. I just can’t decide if I want to give her that treat now, or if we wait until later tonight.�
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  Later tonight? That proved to her that they would spend another night here at Ryan’s home. What did that mean? Were they doing it for sex, or were they doing it for talk of the club? Or a little bit of both?

  “I think we’ll make her squirm,” Chad said. “Of course what really matters is how long we can hold out.”

  The men laughed, and to her surprise they released her from the frame. She was moving her arms and shoulders in an effort to get a bit of feeling back inside when a knock came at the front door.

  Chad snapped his fingers. “Dressed, now.” He pointed to the back end of the house. Sloan gathered her clothes and hurried away. She heard snaps and the sound of wood hitting wood and she knew the men were disassembling the frame.

  She dressed in a hurry, and when she came back into the living room, Chad and Ryan were talking with two men in sheriff’s uniforms.

  “This is my wife, Sloan,” Chad said.

  “You’ve been crying, are you all right?” one of the men asked.

  “I stubbed my toe,” she said. “It hurt like the dickens.”

  “Been there, done that,” the deputy said.

  “The men are here to tell us that the man’s body they found in Sean Bolton’s house was not Sean Bolton.”

  “Oh,” Sloan said. “Who was it?”

  “We believe it was a neighbor named John Earnest,” one of the deputies said. “He and Bolton’s wife were having an affair, or so we believe.”

  “Is he still here, in Santa Fe?” Sloan asked.

  “According to airline records he rented a car the day after the murder, using John Earnest’s ID and credit card. We think he’s trying to get as far away as possible.”

  Sloan felt a bit better at hearing the deputy’s words. That meant, to her, that they didn’t have to worry about him coming after Ryan. She said as much to the deputy who nodded.

  “There were clues that pointed in Ryan’s direction, including a note left where he supposedly made notes from a phone call from Ryan that threatened him if he didn’t pay back money owed to the bank.”

  “But the house was burned,” Sloan said. “How did you find a note?”

  “It was in a lock box that survived the fire,” the deputy said. “We checked phone records though, and there was no call either to or from either of them.”