Dark Redemption

by Barron, Melinda

  She obeyed, but remained silent.

  “You’re doing so very well. Stroke your clit and talk to me.”

  A giggle escaped her lips and his cock pushed against its bonds.

  “This is so beautiful,” she whispered, as she stroked herself gently. “It’s been years since I’ve been in this area in the fall. All the colors, and the smell in the air.”

  She sniffed and he was glad that he’d left the windows open just a bit, to let the cool air come inside.

  “I love the outdoors,” Pablo said. “As you can tell.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She smiled at him. “Do you have plans for this afternoon?”

  “Nothing special. I thought we’d walk the square, do a little shopping. Eat some dinner. Do some public fucking.”

  She whipped her head toward him.

  “Excuse me?”

  “What’s wrong? Never been fucked in a public place?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Well, there’s a first time for everything. Don’t worry, there’s only a fifty-fifty chance we’ll get caught and sent to jail.”

  “Pablo! I don’t want to go to jail.”

  “Neither do I. And that little slipup is worth three points. You’re up to seven, at least. And remember where I told you the dildo would be going tonight?”

  “Yes, my liege.”

  “Where?”

  “My ass, my liege.”

  “That’s right. It’ll open you up for me. Now, silence for the rest of the trip.”

  She nodded and turned her head toward the scenery. He smiled as he navigated the road. Despite her original objections, he knew Shasta was up for anything. She just might be the perfect sub for him. He wondered what it would feel like to have a permanent sub, to have a woman he would be bound to in more ways than ropes and chains.

  Waking up with her and sleeping with her would be perfect. He hadn’t slept with a woman in his arms for ten years. He liked to cuddle with a woman, liked to feel her soft body pressed close to his own. But he’d denied himself that pleasure for a long time. Maybe he’d try it tonight, see how it went.

  They’d just hit the outskirts of town when her cell phone rang. She jumped and looked at him.

  “Aren’t you going to answer it?”

  “May I?”

  “Of course. I don’t control that part of your life.”

  She nodded and pulled it from her bag just as it quit ringing. It started again seconds later and she whispered, “Hello? Yeah? Thanks.”

  She hit the end button without saying good-bye and he frowned.

  “Family member?”

  “No.”

  “Job offer?”

  She straightened her shoulders and shrugged. “Um, yes, it was about a job. I have to do an interview on Monday, at a small paper.”

  “That’s good, right? It’s small, yeah, but it’s getting back to work where you need to be.”

  “Yes, Sir, it is.” She put the phone back in her purse and he frowned.

  “You don’t seem excited. I would think after two long years you’d do more than whisper to a potential employer and not jump for joy.”

  “I’m excited, very excited.”

  “Yeah, I can tell.” He wove the truck through town, heading toward the square that housed many different shops and attractions. His mind wandered as he searched for a parking space. She was lying to him. There was no way that brief, cryptic phone call had been about a job interview.

  He parked the truck in a lot and turned to her.

  “You have a man in your life?”

  “No, my liege.”

  “You sure? You can tell me; we’re not exclusive.” Although, I want us to be.

  “No, Sir.”

  “If I find out you’re lying to me… well, I hate lies.”

  “I’m not, I swear. No man in my life.”

  He traced her lips with his thumb. He locked his gaze upon her and was gratified when she didn’t move her gaze away from his own.

  “Good. Let’s go shopping.”

  * * *

  “It’s so expensive,” Shasta whispered. “Besides, I don’t need it.”

  “I do.” He held the emerald bead choker up to her neck and smiled.

  “Why don’t you try it on her?” The sales lady nodded her head vigorously. “It looks so beautiful with her coloring, and it even looks wonderful with that sweater. So very pretty.”

  “Yes, she is.” Pablo’s words caressed her as he fastened the choker around her neck. Shasta shook her head before he’d moved his hands away.

  “I can’t afford it.”

  “She’ll wear it out,” Pablo told the clerk.

  “Very good.” She took Pablo’s credit card and moved toward the register.

  “This is three hundred dollars.”

  “Yes, and I consider it a collar for you to wear in public.”

  “And then what, you’re going to return it after this weekend?” She winced inwardly at the look that crossed his face. “Pablo.”

  “Don’t argue with me. It’s a gift. And refusing a gift is bad luck.”

  “I’ve had enough of that lately.”

  “That’s right, so you need to take this and stop arguing with me.” He traced the beads and she smiled.

  “Yes, my liege.” She leaned toward him and kissed his cheek. He didn’t pull away from her, or try to force her to stop. He stayed right where he was, his fingers resting on the beads. Their gazes locked and guilt washed over her. She should tell him about the phone call from Ruben, let him know she was still chasing the story, and she needed to get back to Santa Fe early Monday so she could travel the three hours up to Farmington and talk to Joseph Black Hawk.

  “Pablo.” Her voice was soft. “I…”

  “Hush, mi juguete. Or I’ll swat your bottom right here. I bet the clerk would love that.”

  She shook her head. The very, very full skirt he’d given her would muffle any feeling from a hand swat, she knew. Plus, there was no way he’d spank her here. Or was there? She knew with Pablo anything was possible.

  The clerk returned and Pablo signed the charge slip. He put the box for the necklace into one of the several other bags he already carried; then they headed outside.

  “Where now?”

  “There’s an outdoor shop just down the way. They sell some great rope at inexpensive prices. I think I’ll stock up.”

  “Planning a party?”

  “Yes, and you’re the guest of honor.”

  They walked down the street, stopping at times to discuss things they saw in store windows, or the paintings they saw in a museum front. Once inside the outdoor shop, Shasta knew she’d been duped.

  “Pablo! Long time no see. Welcome, welcome. Who’s your little sub?”

  “This is Shasta. Shasta, say hello to Master Blair.”

  “Hello, Master Blair.” She glanced at the clerk.

  “Shasta, huh? Nice. And don’t worry, my wife, and sub, knows I’m a Master.”

  “Come on, let’s visit the back room. I was going to call you soon and let you know I’ve got some great new rope. Eight millimeter and six millimeter. Purple. It’ll look beautiful lying on her skin.”

  “Yes, it will,” Pablo said as he propelled Shasta across the store. Blair’s wife smiled at her as they moved past the counter that held camping gear. They went through a storeroom and Blair opened a door leading to another room.

  Shasta’s eyes widened as she stepped inside. There were cases holding many different types of rope and leather bondage equipment.

  “I just designed a new rope swing. I haven’t marketed them yet, but I’d be honored if you’d take one and try it out for me. The only one I’ve used it on is Kristy. She likes it, but I’d love for you to try it on your new sub. Let me know how it works.”

  “Be happy to,” Pablo said. Shasta’s eyes widened further as she stared at the chair. It didn’t look sturdy enough to hold her weight. Plus, it was suspended from…

  “Um, my l
iege?” Her voice was soft.

  “Hush, Shasta. Silence until I say otherwise.”

  She listened to Blair tout the many features of the swing, how a sub would lie on her stomach, or back, and how the swing could hang from a steel frame, the ceiling, or from a tree.

  Shasta knew Pablo would choose the latter. He loved the outdoors, and almost everything they’d done this weekend had been outdoors. She closed her eyes. The verbal bondage from last night had been the only thing he’d done indoors, and that had been in his living room. He hadn’t done one thing to her in his dungeon. He’d brought the chair outside, and this morning he’d hog-tied her on the outside table.

  She knew later tonight she would be in that swing, suspended from the large tree that sat to the side of Pablo’s cabin. She wondered if the ropes would hold her weight, if they would bite into her skin.

  Despite her apprehension, a trickle of excitement started in her nipples and spread through her body. Would he fuck her? Would he swing her back and forth so she would slide on and off his cock, her body suspended in midair? She hoped so. She could only imagine how fantastic it would feel. His cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Or would it be her ass? Either one would do just fine and…

  “Shasta!”

  “Master?”

  “Stop daydreaming and come over here. I’ve been calling your name for the last few minutes, you bad girl.”

  “I’m sorry, my liege.”

  “So I am. Two more minutes in the chair.”

  She nodded and bit her lip, then looked down at the case he stood in front of.

  “Nipple clamps,” Pablo said softly. “You want the ones with the little floggers on the end, or the ones with the bells?”

  “I don’t know.” She laughed nervously.

  “Well, the flogger ones will move around, tease your breasts with gentle strokes. The bell ones will be fun to hear. Choose.”

  “The bells?”

  “Excellent,” Pablo said, cupping her breast and squeezing. “Let’s try them out. Take your sweater and bra off.”

  She followed his instructions quickly, afraid if she didn’t, he’d make her get totally naked. He massaged her breasts as Blair watched, tweaking her already hard nipples until they felt like little pebbles of stone.

  He attached the clamps, adjusting them so they were not too tight. She stifled a moan and he nodded his approval.

  “Walk for us. Let’s hear them tinkle.”

  Shasta walked around the room, the bells tinkling as she moved.

  “Not bad, huh? Of course, when she’s in the chair, swinging back and forth, the sound will be louder.”

  “Very yummy,” Pablo said. “Better give us two pair. One for those beautiful tits, the other for her hungry little clit.”

  Chapter 7

  “So tell me about this job interview on Monday.” They sat in the park, the day drawing to a close. In about thirty minutes, the sun would begin to set. There weren’t many people around, just a few couples who had staked out the prime spots under trees.

  Pablo had found them a great area, and they’d laid out food they’d bought at a supermarket. Fried chicken, cheese, grapes, and some bread. Shasta took a sip of her water to try and think up a believable lie.

  “It’s no big deal.”

  “You’re kidding me, right? You’ve been without a job for two years and it’s no big deal?”

  “Why are you interrogating me about this?”

  “Because I think your reaction is strange. You should be flying, but you’ve been very subdued.”

  “They never work out.” That much was true. “No matter how many interviews I go on, someone always tells them I’m the woman who accused an innocent man in print.”

  “Time to change that.”

  “True. Plus, this is your weekend, remember? I’m to submit to you until Monday. I didn’t want to bring up my personal business.”

  He plucked a grape from the bunch and popped it into his mouth. “What if I want to hear? Spread your legs.” He lay down on his side, bending his arm so he could prop his head up.

  She did as he said, and gasped as he pushed her skirt aside and pushed a grape into her wetness. Her gaze darted from side to side to see if anyone had noticed. She gasped again when he slid three more inside her.

  “This is why I chose the very full skirt,” Pablo said. “Soon we’ll fuck, lying on our sides. People will think we’re just cuddling.”

  He moved his hand out from under the clothing.

  “Who’s it with?”

  “What?” She could feel the grapes inside her.

  “The interview, who’s it with?” He reached under the skirt and stroked her pussy, pushing his finger inside and pulling out a grape, which he held up to her mouth. “Hungry?”

  When she opened her mouth, he chuckled, and popped the fruit into his own mouth. “You can have the next one. Answer my question.”

  “Hungry, no. We just ate.”

  He cocked his head and frowned at her.

  “It’s a small monthly paper.”

  “Called?”

  “Pablo, why is this…”

  “Answer me.” He took another grape from her pussy and pushed it into her mouth. The difference between the tart fruit and her juices actually tasted good and she moaned.

  “Why are you being like this?”

  “Because I think you’re lying to me.” He took out the other two, putting them in his palm and placing his hand in front of her face. “Eat them, one at a time.”

  She bent and sucked them in, chewing slowly while she thought of an answer. Damn, I hated lying to him. When she’d eaten the second one, she sat up.

  “La Voz.”

  “The Voice? And this is in Santa Fe?”

  “Yes. It’s a Bernalillo County thing.”

  “That’s all you had to say. Why the secrecy?”

  “I’m not being secret. This is your weekend, remember? I wanted it to be only about you.”

  That was true, at least. She’d enjoyed herself so much, enjoyed being with him and enjoyed the wonderful things he’d done to her body, the way he’d controlled her just with words, the way he’d taught her how sweet silence could be during submission. She hated lying to him about the phone call, but she knew that if she told him she was chasing the story, instead of concentrating on submitting he’d be angry. Very angry. Probably angry enough to end the whole thing and she didn’t want that to happen.

  If her luck turned, maybe Pablo would want to see her after this weekend. She could only hope. A man like Pablo wouldn’t want her permanently. Everyone knew he didn’t take subs on a long-term basis. Still, a girl could dream. And if that happened, and after the story had run, she’d tell him the truth. He’d probably punish her, but it would be worth it.

  She laughed when he handed her a condom package. “Open this for me.”

  His free hand unbuttoned his jeans, freeing his cock, which sprang forth, hard as a rock. She moaned at the sight.

  “Touch me, Shasta. Stroke it.”

  It was the first time he’d allowed her to touch his cock and her hand shook slightly as she ran her fingers over the satiny flesh.

  “Oh yeah, harder, baby. That’s a good sub. Stroke your Master.”

  She increased the pressure, toying with the ring and making him laugh softly.

  “You’re fascinated by my piercing.”

  “Yes.”

  “We can get you pierced, you know. Nipples and a clit hood bar, with a nice slave ring that fits right around your overactive clit and would make you come very, very hard.”

  “If you pierce my nipples, you can’t tease them with the clamps you just bought.”

  “Wanna bet?” The wicked look on his face made her shiver.

  “Put the condom on my dick. Be careful and don’t rip it on the ring.”

  She stretched the latex to cover the ring, then slid it up his length. He pulsed under her touch and she moaned softly.

  “Now, lie down
with your back to me. Your silence starts now.”

  “We can’t…”

  “Two minutes in the chair. Do as you’re told.”

  “But, Pablo.”

  “Four more. Two for arguing, and two for calling me Pablo. Do it now, or your ass will be full all night.”

  “We’re in public. My liege, you can’t fuck me here!”

  “Ten more for telling me what I can, and can’t do. That’s sixteen. Your ass is going to be sore. Do as you’re told. Right. Now.”

  His tone had turned serious and Shasta didn’t want to risk any more minutes. It had been forever since she’d taken anything anally, and although she loved it, she was sure it would be quite uncomfortable. And she had no doubt Pablo would put her in the chair the minute they returned to his cabin.

  She bit her lip, and moved swiftly when he said, “Five more for hesitation. Do I need to go on?”

  She pushed back against him, shivering when his hot breath tickled her neck.

  “Silence, sub, until I say otherwise. Don’t forget.”

  He massaged her breasts and she pushed her hips back against him. She wanted it so bad. Needed it. But in public? True, there were few people around, but they were there, just the same. The couples were kissing and laughing. Pablo pushed the skirt up so it bared her bottom, but left her front covered. He moved her leg over his own and she felt his hard cock probing for entrance.

  He gently thrust back and forth, his cock not entering, but sliding through her wetness. He clasped her hand in his and gently bit her neck, not breaking the skin, but causing a sharp sting as he slid his cock into her pussy. Shasta tensed at the sharpness of the bite, and groaned under her breath.

  “So tight,” he whispered. “So fucking tight. Oh crap. Oh.” He pushed further in and she tried to buck back against him to bring him deeper inside her.

  He nipped at her neck. “Hold still. I’ll be coming in two seconds flat if you don’t.”

  They lay there silently, not moving, his cock pulsing inside her. Shasta thought she would go nuts. She wanted to ram herself back at him, beg him to take her, take her hard. Make her his.

  After a few minutes of sweet agony, he thrust harder, pushing his whole cock into her and putting his hand over her mouth to cover her groan.