“I said, hold still. That little slap will remind you until Gideon can flog you properly.”
“I’m sorry, Master Ryker.”
He didn’t respond, and it caused an ache inside her. She wanted his approval, his acknowledgement of her. When he and Megan moved away, she wanted to cry out for Ryker to come back.
Instead, Gideon appeared next to her, a flogger in his hand. This one didn’t seem as lethal as the one he’d used on her during the boat trip. And his strokes were not hard, either, after the first five.
“This is for disobeying,” he said as he delivered each one.
She groaned as he placed them, then shivered as he gently caressed her skin with the strands. He moved them over her pussy and her breasts and stomach, trailing them across her arms and legs.
The balls inside her continued to vibrate, and an almost overwhelming sensation to come came over her.
“Please.”
“Please what?” Gideon said. “Remember what I like. Tell me, Slick.”
“Please, Master O, let me come.”
“No. Not yet. We’ve barely begun.” He continued to tease her, and she sought to remain still. “Pain can come from not getting what you want, Slick.”
He delivered a few hard slaps, then leaned near her ear. “We’re ready for the real fun to begin.”
The table moved up and she took several long breaths. Gideon stepped up near her head, caressing her forehead. Woody and Aaron drew a curtain from either side of the room, moving it so that it trailed across her neck, separating her and Gideon from the rest of her body, and their view of the room.
The sound of the door opening made her flinch, and then voices filled the room.
How many people were coming inside? Who was here? Would she ever know? Hands started to caress her already aroused flesh and Gideon bent over.
“Give yourself over to it, Honor. Relax and enjoy their attentions.”
She shook her head. “I can’t. Please make them stop.”
“No. The more you fight it, the longer it will go on. You need to relax. You need to enjoy what’s happening. Feel their caresses. Feel their fingers.”
“Who is it?” She could hear the panic in her voice.
“How do I know? I’m over here with you. It could be men or women, or Doms or Dommes, or subs. It’s whomever Master Ryker invited in. Invited in to see his beautiful sub on display.”
The vibrating balls sped up, and Honor groaned.
“Describe it to me. Tell me where their hands are. Tell me what you’re feeling.”
She shook her head, surprised when he stroked her gently. “Tell me.”
“They’re on my breasts.”
“And?”
“My pussy.”
“And?”
“My arms and legs.” Hands, so many hands. She couldn’t really make out how many there were, only that they were caressing her and making her feel flushed and wanted.
“Where exactly on your breasts are your new lovers’ hands?”
“My nipples.”
“Are they pulling on them?” The soothing manner in which he spoke was so different than what she was used to with him. It made her feel very sexy and wanted.
“Yes, Master O.”
“And on your pussy? Where are they? Are their fingers inside you?”
There hadn’t been until then. Fingers pushed inside and moved the balls around. A second hand tugged on her clit, and she struggled against her bonds.
“They’re on my, oh, Lord, on my clit. And, oh, inside me.”
“Do you want to come, Honor?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Then relax. When I think you’re relaxed enough, I’ll let you beg for release.” He stepped away from her and Honor tried to relax. The hands continued to caress her, some soft feminine hands, and some the harder pull of masculine hands.
Her body was on fire, an overload of sensations that she thought might drive her crazy. She relaxed her shoulders and tried to breathe normally. After what seemed an eternity Gideon came back, caressing her forehead again with gentle fingers.
“Beg them. Ask them to make you come.”
“Please.” Her voice was low.
“You can do better than that. They probably didn’t even hear you.”
“Please, please make me come. I’m begging you. Please.”
“Tell them what to do; tell them what will make you come.”
“Pinch my clit. Fuck me with your fingers. Please.” She knew she sounded like a whiney child, but it worked. Someone tugged on her clit, and fingers moved inside her, moving the balls around as Honor rolled her hips.
“Master O?”
“Come, Honor. Come hard.”
Whoever had their fingers on her clit pinched harder, and Honor sailed over the edge, her body feeling as if she were flying through space. The vibrating balls inside her pussy sped up a notch. Someone pulled a string, and the balls inside her ass came out quickly, one right after the other as Honor screamed in pleasure.
The other side of the curtain broke into applause, and Honor blushed furiously. Gideon dipped down and kissed her gently.
“How do you feel?”
“On fire,” she said. She could hear feet moving on the other side of the room and knew that when the curtain was opened, it would just be the three of them again. And it was. They released her quickly and then made her get on her knees.
“Flex your muscles until the balls come out,” Ryker said.
Embarrassment, mixed with a silent thrill, ran through her as she obeyed him. The balls came out and dropped onto the floor, making a plopping noise. When all of them were gone, Ryker lifted her and turned her over. She heard the ripping of condom packages, and then Ryker took her first, fucking her with a gentle force that made her insides quake.
When Gideon replaced him, she sighed in pleasure. His thrusts were harder than Ryker’s but made her body tremble just as much. All too soon he was gone, and they ordered her back on her knees.
“Jack us off,” Ryker said. “You may not use your mouth on us. Nor may you speak until we’ve come.”
She felt clumsy at first as she worked their cocks, trying to get a rhythm that they both would enjoy. She’d never jacked off one man, much less two at one time.
Still, it gave her a feeling of power as their cocks pulsed in her hands. They both groaned softly, so she knew they were enjoying it. Each time their hips moved she stroked them harder, loving the feel of the two of them, fascinated by the way they each responded to her touch.
She worked her hands over their shafts, up over the heads of their cocks and back down. When she thought they were close, she tightened her fist, working her hands faster. Ryker came first, and Gideon quickly followed, both of them shooting hot liquid over her breasts and stomach. They both groaned in pleasure.
“Rub it into your skin,” Gideon said. “Make us a part of you.”
She lifted her gaze to them as she did, glancing between the two of them. None of them spoke, but she knew there was no need. Something had changed between them, and it made Honor feel very needed and loved.
She’d only ever trusted Heaven, and now, with these two men, she knew the circle had expanded. It was a strange coincidence to her that in searching for her missing sister she’d found herself. And she hadn’t even known she was missing.
Chapter 15
They’d let Honor sleep that afternoon. She was a whirlwind of emotions, wondering how she’d missed the wonderful aspects of submission during her first attempt. When she’d posed the question to them, she’d received the answer she’d expected.
“Because you weren’t with us,” Gideon had said, his voice deep.
Now she stood in front of the open French doors, letting the breeze from the ocean wrap itself around her. The feeling was sweet, and sensuous. She almost wished for sweet lovemaking tonight instead of what her Masters had planned. Almost. She knew that they’d spent the afternoon talking to guests about Heaven.
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Ryker had made it a special point to tell her that she couldn’t take part in the questionings. She was too close to the situation and too likely to fly off the handle and make someone clam up. She needed to stay in the room and rest, to prepare for tonight.
She wasn’t sure what preparing for tonight meant, but she was sure they would have something fun planned for the three of them. A few days ago she would have screamed that it wasn’t fair that ‘something fun’ would be ‘something fairly painful’ for her. Now, though, she was fine with the idea. It didn’t necessarily have to involve pain, she knew. This morning’s play date hadn’t, that was for sure. She’d experienced an incredible climax from the scene, and then she’d had a fantastic bonding experience with Ryker and Gideon.
She wondered what would happen when they got back to Santa Fe. They hadn’t talked particulars, but she wasn’t too worried about what the future held. She felt safe in the knowledge her Masters would do nothing to harm her. She trusted them.
Just as the thought raced through her, the door opened, and they walked in.
“What a shame,” Gideon said. “I had hoped to find you still in bed.”
“I’m sorry, Master O. Would you like me to lie down?”
“No. But I would like you to take off all your clothes. I like you naked.”
Clothes fell to the floor as she complied. He walked toward her, taking a nipple in each hand and squeezing gently. She shivered under his touch and moaned softly.
“Good girl.”
“What did you find out?” She turned to Ryker.
“Not much. The Johanssons bought Heaven, as we knew, but they shared her with a man named Franklin Guest. He was the man Sawyer told us about but didn’t want to name.”
“Do you think he has her?”
“He’s unpredictable, from the sounds of it,” Ryker said, keeping his voice low.
“What aren’t you telling me? Please, don’t shield me.”
“Guest is a sadist,” Ryker said. “From what I’ve heard, I wouldn’t put it past him to tell Heaven that everything was a game and then keep her against his will.”
“Where does he live?”
“Boston. But he’s a playboy and has lots of money. I called Pablo, and he’s hiring a PI in Boston to check into things for us. We should know something more tonight or tomorrow.”
“Sounds good.”
“We’re going to have a picnic on the beach,” Gideon said. There are cabanas out there with play equipment. We’re going to eat and then play.”
His fingers had been on her nipples the whole time she and Ryker were talking. Now they pinched, hard.
Honor shivered and tried to pull away.
“Stop that.” He pinched again. “Submit to what I want.”
“But it hurts.”
“Honor.” She tried to relax, and she swallowed.
“I’m sorry.”
“I have ways to deal with it,” Gideon said. “But you have to learn not to pull away from me, just because I’m a little harsher than Ryker.”
“A little harsher?” The sarcasm was back in her voice. “That’s like saying there’s a difference between night and day.”
He pinched and kept her nipples compressed. She groaned in pain.
“You know what to do.”
“Please, Master O. It hurts.” She tried to pull away and he pinched even harder.
“Louder.”
“Please! I’m sorry. Please, let me go. I’ll be good, I promise.”
She cried out as he gave one final hard tug, then released her aching buds.
“Position one.” When she was in position, he put his hand between her legs and caressed her. “You’ll learn to like it in your mind too. You’ll learn not to rebel. But, hopefully, not too much. I like the fact that you pull back. Gives me reasons for corrections.”
A knock sounded on the door and Ryker went to open it. She remained in position, Gideon’s hand probing her pussy. A male sub came in, carrying a wicker basket.
“Masters.” He bowed. “Where shall I put this?”
“On the bed,” Ryker said. The sub complied and then waited for instructions. After he’d dismissed him, Ryker picked up the basket.
“Let’s go. I’m starved, and it’s too pretty a day to spend inside.”
He gave Gideon both of Honor’s leashes, which Gideon attached to her. He led her out the French doors into the warm Caribbean air. She pulled on the leashes and stared at him.
“My clothes?”
“You won’t need them,” Gideon replied. “We want you naked.”
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Honor had expected lunch, but she hadn’t expected to provide the entertainment, so to speak. They spread out a blanket at the beach; then both of them fed her a sandwich and chips. When she was full, they sat back and took out food for themselves.
“Masturbate,” Gideon said. Honor looked around her at the full beach.
“What?”
“You heard me. Sit at the end of the blanket and masturbate while we eat. Consider yourself the lunch entertainment.”
“But don’t come,” Ryker said. “Not without our permission. And here, use this.”
He tossed her a large cucumber, and she stared at it. Despite her misgivings, she knew she had to behave, had to do as they said.
People stopped to watch as she stroked herself, rubbing her clit and moaning loudly under Gideon’s direction. When she teased her swollen flesh with the cucumber, the assembled people offered encouragement, telling her to ‘stick it in deep’.
It was somewhat embarrassing, but it was also titillating. She felt free, and she felt wonderful. This time last week, she wouldn’t have been able to climax. Now she knew that she could. All she had to do was wait for permission.
She slid the vegetable inside her, sliding it in and out quickly, the sensations from the prickly surface bringing new feelings.
By the time her Masters were done eating a crowd had gathered. Honor wanted to come, but she didn’t dare ask. She lay on her back, one hand on her clit, while the other one moved the cucumber in and out of her pussy.
Ryker cradled her head in his hand, holding her hands above her head as Gideon fucked her harder and harder with the cucumber.
“Please, I need to come.” Her body tingled with need.
“Glad to hear it,” Ryker said. “But not yet.”
Gideon continued to work on her, and when he pushed the cucumber in her mouth and told her to eat, the crowd went wild. The vegetable was tangy from her juices, and Gideon fed her the whole thing. When she’d swallowed the last bite, he gently stroked her clit.
“Come for us, Slick.”
Her orgasm hit her in the center of her belly, rocking her body with pleasure. When it was over, she felt sated and still very excited.
They gave the basket to a sub and headed toward the cabanas that were labeled on the outside, and took a quick tour. Gideon and Ryker made Honor read each label, asking her if she would like to visit inside.
There was sub wrestling, to which she said no; clamp torture, which made her cringe; and bondage, which was an interesting idea.
But Ryker had other plans.
“Let’s go back to the main house,” he said. He and Gideon exchanged a look that she knew meant something, but she wasn’t sure what. Once inside they led her to the playrooms, stopping in front of the one marked ‘Wax’.
Honor swallowed panic as Ryker opened the door and led her inside. The room was well lit, and candles burned throughout. There was one Dom working with a sub, but other than them, the room was empty, save for the monitor. She approached them with a smile.
“Shall I, or would you like to?”
“I would,” Ryker said. “We’d like her restrained flat on her back, and we’d like to paint with two different colors, red and blue.”
The Domme snapped her fingers and a sub appeared from another room. “Restrain her on table two. Then set up what her Masters require.”
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e sub nodded, and when Honor was tied down, he moved a table next to her. On it sat a large pot on a double boiler. Various brushes sat on the table. A second table appeared on her other side with the same equipment. The sub dropped small pieces of colored wax into the already melted wax and stirred it. Red on one side, blue on the other. Then he used a thermometer to test the temperature.
“One twenty-two, Mistress,” he said.
“Very good. Masters, I can tell you know what you’re doing so I’ll leave you to it. If you need anything else, please don’t hesitate to ask.”
Honor closed her eyes as each of her Doms picked up a brush.
“The warmth will feel good, Slick,” Ryker said. “We’re going to use your body as a canvas. Don’t wiggle too much, or you might ruin our art work.”
They started on her nipples, painting the hot wax over each one.
Honor hissed in pain as the heat ran through her. But it quickly cooled and the warm wax felt sexy against her skin. They painted identical lines down her stomach and toward her pussy, stopping just above it and moving back up. At times they crossed the brushes, mixing the colors.
She closed her eyes and let the feelings rush over her. She’d expected it to burn more than it did, and although it was uncomfortable at first, it quickly cooled and left a pleasant tingly feeling on her body.
They moved the brushes around a lot, and she tried to keep track of what they’d done, but it was hard. One thing she did know was that they’d left her breasts mostly bare. She wondered why, but didn’t ask. Talking would ruin it, ruin the ambience of the scene.
When she felt like every surface of her upper body was covered in wax, she sighed. Then watched as her Masters picked up larger brushes.
“This may hurt more, Slick.” Ryker dipped his brush into the wax. “But it will leave pretty little marks on you that show you as ours.”
He touched the brush to her breast, and she hissed and cried out. She felt the brush move quickly over her breast and knew he was painting a ‘W’ on it. When he was done, Gideon followed his lead and painted an ‘O’ on her other breast.
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