Tygers 2: Sweet Perfection

by Melinda Barron

  “Angel.” His voice was low in her ear. “Turn around and look at me.”

  “It’s all right, Eric.” She waved her hand over her shoulder. “If you don’t want me, I…”

  “Now.”

  She turned toward him. The passion in his eyes made her heart quicken. He does want me.

  “Why don’t I take over as your host tonight? But there’s one thing you should know. I’m the Dom. You’re the sub. Understand?”

  “But I’m not a sub, I…”

  “Understand?”

  “Should I say ‘yes, Master,’ and get on my knees?”

  He shook his head. “You’re going to be trouble. You can reply with yes, Sir. For now. Do you want me to show you around? Give you some lessons?”

  She loved the emphasis he put on the word lessons. It made her nipples tingle. The idea scared the daylights out of her. It also fascinated her as nothing ever had. She wondered exactly what the lessons would entail. She knew what Pamela had told her, about giving over power and getting great pleasure and a fantastic bond with your Dom. But Pamela’s Dom was her husband. What would it be like if it was just a one-night thing, as she was sure this would be.

  She thought for a few minutes, then nodded. No time like the present to find out.

  “Yes, Sir.” Calling him Sir felt strange, and she wondered if the feeling was a precursor to what would happen if they became involved.

  Their gazes locked; then he turned to Richard. “I’m taking her off your hands for the rest of the night. I’ll see she gets home safely.”

  “Sounds good,” Richard replied. “It’s good to see you back, Eric.”

  A look Angel couldn’t quite place passed over Eric’s face. It was either disbelief that Richard had said something about Eric’s absence, or shock as he tried to figure out how to reply.

  Finally, Eric nodded and mumbled his thanks, and Angel could see hurt, mixed with a wary acceptance, in his eyes. Eric was a wounded warrior. The fact it might be a bad idea to get involved with him right now flew into her mind. She shooed it out just as quickly as it had arrived. Angel had never run from trouble. In fact, she caused quite a bit of it herself.

  She returned Pamela’s wink, then fell into step behind Eric as he moved toward another platform. They stopped and watched the woman perform, but the bondage show had lost its magic for Angel. She wanted to talk to Eric, wanted to get to know him better.

  “Have you been a member here for long?”

  “Six years. As long as it’s been open. I was one of the charter members.”

  They watched in silence for a few more minutes and then Angel exhaled loudly.

  “So, are you a bondage expert, too?”

  “No. Sorry to disappoint you. But I know a few, and would gladly watch while they gave you a demonstration, if you like.”

  “I thought BDSM was about what the Master liked, not what the sub liked.”

  Eric shook his head. “A common misconception. True Masters never force their subs into situations that would either hurt them, or be something they wouldn’t want to do.”

  “So, if I said no to something, you wouldn’t force me?”

  “No. BDSM isn’t about force. It’s about safe, sane, and consensual activities between two or more adults. You want to push the sub’s limits, yes, take her, or him, to a higher plane. But it would never involve force. That’s when it turns to abuse, or rape. I condone neither, nor do any of the Doms or Dommes I know.”

  Angel turned her face up to him. He was studying her intently.

  “So, if say, you where whipping me, and I asked you to stop. Would you?”

  “If you used your safe word, yes.”

  “Safe word? What does that mean?”

  Eric laughed. “Let’s go upstairs. We can talk better up there, and the contest is almost over. I can assure you Diego is going to win.”

  They walked back to Diego’s station. The sub he was binding had soft ropes wrapped around much of her body, now; her pierced nipples were hard and it looked to Angel as if they were throbbing.

  “She’s on the verge of an orgasm,” Angel said in wonder.

  “Yes, she is. But she’ll be a good girl and not come until Diego gives her permission. When she does, I can assure you it will be explosive.”

  “She can come from being tied up?”

  “She’ll come from submitting to Diego. Part of it is mental. The other part, well… See where the rope leads? It’s resting inside her pussy, probably rubbing right on her clit. All it would take is one little movement and she’d shoot off like a bottle rocket. That’s why she’s standing still.”

  “Hmm. I wanna come like that.”

  “Well, then let’s go upstairs and get you started on your journey.”

  * * * * *

  Eric stopped at the stairs, Angel’s small hand held firmly in his own.

  “Master Eric. Welcome. Would you like to register your guest for a room?”

  “Thank you, subbie. And yes, I would. I’d like one of the observation rooms, if they’re free.”

  “Yes, Sir. Number nine is free. Your guest’s name?”

  “Apuro.”

  He turned his gaze to Angel, who looked shocked. “Who’s trouble?”

  “You are. That’s your name when we’re together. Apuro.”

  “If you think I’m trouble, then maybe we should…”

  “Hush. Stay silent until we get upstairs.”

  Eric watched indecision spread across her face. This was a simple test, really, to see if she had a submissive bone in her body. If she told him to go to hell, he’d still take her upstairs just to show her around. If she obeyed him, then things might just get interesting.

  Since he’d seen her watching the competition, he’d felt like his old self. He’d felt desire and wanted to act on it. He’d felt wonder she was actually here. But most of all he’d felt the need to top her, something that had been dormant since the shooting. Maybe she would help chase away his demons.

  When she didn’t respond to him, he fought back a grin. Tonight just might get a whole lot more interesting.

  “Follow me, Apuro.”

  Once they were at the top of the stairs he turned to her. He could tell from the look on her face she wanted to start asking questions. He was happy she didn’t, though. It meant she’d taken his command seriously.

  He put his finger to his lips and shook his head. Then, they walked down the corridor and turned the corner. Below them the competition was winding down. They stopped at the railing and watched as the judges walked from platform to platform, making notes on clipboards and asking questions of both the subs and the Doms.

  When the judges left Diego’s platform, he reached out and tugged on the rope. “Come, subbie.” His voice was deep and “little one” came, shuddering against her bonds as the crowd murmured their approval. Diego leaned in and caressed her neck as he whispered in her ear. Seconds later, “little one” shuddered again and the crowd clapped.

  Eric watched Angel carefully as she centered her attention on the action below. Her breathing increased and she ran her tongue around her lips, a soft groan escaping.

  “Let’s go, Apuro, before you come without my permission.”

  He opened the door to room nine and ushered her inside. Once he’d shut the door, he emptied his pockets and put his keys in a basket on the foyer table. Then, he turned to Angel.

  “What do you mean, permissi…?”

  He held up a finger.

  “Strip. Take off all your clothes and then come inside. I’ll be waiting.”

  He leaned over and kissed her forehead, then stepped through the curtain that separated the foyer with the main room.

  Chapter Five

  Angel stared at the curtain as it swayed softly in Eric’s wake. Strip? Just like that? Not that she hadn’t been naked in front of a man she’d just met before, but being ordered to strip was something new.

  She wasn’t sure which bothered her most, the fact he’d
ordered her to, or the fact the order sent shivers through her body. The part of her that wasn’t used to taking orders from anyone wanted to tell him to go to hell. But the part that wanted to feel what the sub downstairs had just experienced won out.

  She quickly shed her clothes, hanging them up on the rack provided. She looked around for a robe and found one. But, as she started to pull it on she dismissed the idea. Eric had seen her body, which was less than perfect, in clothing. She wasn’t ashamed of how she looked and if he didn’t like it, she would leave. It was no skin off her nose.

  She stepped through the curtain and found him facing a long window against the far wall. The room on the other side was lit, but unoccupied.

  “People are going to watch us?”

  “No. We’re going to watch them,” Eric replied. He turned to her and the corners of his mouth drew up. “You’re luscious.”

  “Thank you, um, Sir?”

  His laugh made her relax somewhat. “It’s OK. We’ll work on semantics later. Right now I just want you to get a little taste of what could be. Come over here.”

  She was conscious of his gaze on her as she walked, watching her with his cop’s eyes. She stopped next to him, reached out, and ran her hand along his chest. He looked down at her and shook his head.

  “Hands down. Subbies don’t initiate contact. They wait until asked, or told. But, I give you permission to speak freely and ask questions, since this is your first time.”

  She let her hand linger for a moment, then pulled it back. “Gee, thanks. Maybe I should be the Domme.”

  He shook his head as his shoulders moved with suppressed laughter. “Sorry. If we find out that’s the case you’re going to have to find another person. I don’t switch.”

  “Switch?”

  “Go from top to bottom, Master to sub. I’m strictly a Dom.”

  As he spoke the curtain in the next room parted and a couple walked in, a woman leading a man who had a leash attached to the collar around his neck. His hands were shackled together in front. She led him to the middle of the room where she attached a chain to the restraints on his wrists.

  The woman walked to the wall and pushed a button, and the chain lifted the man’s arms above his head. Once he was bound, the Domme went to another wall and took down a bar.

  “What’s that?” Angel asked as the woman took the bar to the sub and knelt down. She grabbed his cock and slid a ring over it, then moved to his ankles.

  “Spreader bar. It will keep his legs apart.”

  “Oh.” When the Domme moved to another wall, Angel marveled the sub’s massive erection, which had happened only since the cock ring had been applied to him. He was obviously very, very excited.

  “I feel strange watching them.”

  The Domme set several items on a table, then bent and fastened a ring around the sub’s balls. He opened his mouth, and Angel was sure he was moaning, but she didn’t know whether it was in pain, or in pleasure.

  “They know we’re here,” Eric said. “People who want to perform in one of these rooms sign up, and then wait for someone to go into the ante-chambers, like we’re in. They want an audience.”

  “Have you ever topped a man? Isn’t that what’s it’s called, topping?”

  “Yes, and yes.”

  “You’ve been with a man?”

  The Mistress was now attaching clamps to the sub’s nipples.

  “Yes, does that bother you?”

  “No. Strangely enough I find it fascinating. Did you, um…”

  “Fuck him? No. His mistress wanted me to bind him and whip him, then make him suck me off while she watched. She made it last, too. Every time I got close she pulled him back. After he’d swallowed all my come, she strapped on and did the honors. She rode him hard, but of course, she didn’t have to worry about going down after she came, did she?”

  “No, you’re right.”

  “What about you, Angel? I know you like men ’cause you told me so. Have you been with another woman?”

  “No.” Angel swallowed hard to hide her lie. She turned back to the window. The Domme was talking to the bound man.

  Eric leaned over and lifted a switch, and the woman’s voice filled the room.

  “…little slut. You disobeyed your Mistress, didn’t you?”

  “Yes, Mistress, forgive me.”

  “Not a chance, whore.”

  “Punish me, Mistress, please.”

  “Oh, I’m going to, but not how you would like it.” The Mistress snapped her fingers and the curtain parted. A man came in, leading another male sub by a leash.

  Angel kept her eyes trained on the Mistress, who sat down in a low-slung chair and threw one leg over an arm, leaving her shaven and pierced pussy wide for everyone to see.

  The newcomer jerked his sub’s leash as the woman started to finger her folds.

  “Go and please Mistress Sasha. Do a good job and I’ll fuck you.”

  “Yes, Master.” The sub dropped to his knees and kissed the man’s leather-clad cock. The Dom ran his hands through the sub’s hair, then pushed him toward the Domme. The sub crawled to the woman and put his head between her legs. From her soft moans, Angel knew exactly what he was doing, and Mistress Sasha was enjoying it very, very much.

  Her own pussy flooded with desire. She’d never, ever seen anything like this in her entire life. What surprised her, though, was she wanted to be the sub. She wanted to be the one on her knees with her face buried between the woman’s thighs, except in her mind it wasn’t a woman in the chair, it was Eric. And his hard cock was sliding in and out of her mouth.

  Her nipples tightened and she knew she’d found something that would hold her interest for a long, long time.

  She turned her gaze to Eric. He was watching her instead of the scene next door. She licked her lips and dropped her gaze to his crotch. His cock bulged against his jeans. She stepped toward him and cupped him.

  “Don’t Doms fuck their subs? I know I want to fuck you. Will you fuck me, Sir Eric?”

  Eric took a step backward. He took Angel’s wrist and moved it from his crotch. Things were spiraling out of control. He shouldn’t have brought her in here to watch what he knew would be an intense scene.

  Just one more show of how his decision making was for shit lately. It was obvious to him he had no business training a new sub right now. He needed to tell Angel to get dressed and go back downstairs to Richard.

  He opened his mouth to speak, then swallowed his words as she lifted her face to his and kissed him, her mouth heavy on his own. His mind screamed it was wrong, but his body, long denied the sweetness of a woman’s flesh, responded with vigor.

  Eric wrapped her in his arms, lifted his hands to cup her face, and pulled her closer. He invaded her mouth with his tongue, lashing against her own and swallowing her groans of pleasure.

  He broke the kiss and pushed her away gently, his gaze trailing down her body. My Lord, she’s sweet. Soft and warm, her beautiful brown skin glistened with need. Her dark nipples stood erect for his approval. He dropped his mouth and captured one of them, sucking hard on the plump flesh. Her hands dropped to his crotch and he knew he should stop her. This wasn’t submission. This was just pure sex. If Ty found out what was going on in here he would pitch a fit, and probably bar Eric for at least a month.

  But Eric didn’t care; he pulled back, her nipple escaped his mouth with a loud pop as her fingers undid the buttons on his jeans. He captured the second nipple as her hands wrapped around his cock, squeezing and stroking him as her laughter filled the room.

  “Fuck me, Eric. Fuck me!”

  No. No. No. Stop this right now. You have no control. Stop!

  He pulled back from her. “Go to the table and bend over it.”

  Eric shed his jeans as she hurried to the table, bending over and spreading her legs wide.

  “Take me, Sir Eric, take me.” There was laughter in her voice as he sheathed his cock in a condom. He knew he should stop this immediately, but it h
ad gone too far. Lake had been right that afternoon. His cock would desert him forever if he didn’t take her right now.

  He stepped up behind her, grabbed her hips, and entered her in one swift stroke.

  “Fuck, yes! Oh, fuck me!”

  She pushed her hips back against him and Eric began to pound himself into her, each stroke sending her harder and harder against the table. He stepped backward and pulled her with him to lessen the impact.

  “Finger your clit. Come for me.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She giggled and did as he asked as he stroked in and out of her wetness, his fingers digging into her hips. He worried he was being too rough, but she seemed to be loving every minute of it.

  The sounds of a flogger meeting flesh filled the room and Eric knew Sasha was punishing her sub with a whipping. The sounds seemed to spur Angel on, and her fingers worked harder on her clit.

  He felt her pussy tighten around him seconds before she screamed out his name. He came with her, pounding harder and harder until he heard her whimper under him.

  “So good,” she whispered. “Oh, my Lord, so good.”

  “No. Shit, what have I done?”

  She stiffened under him, then tried to push him off.

  “I’m sorry if I didn’t meet your standards. Get off me.”

  “No, it’s not you,” Eric said, standing. He discarded the condom, then ran his fingers through her hair. “I was supposed to teach you about submission. Instead, I acted like an out of control teenager in the back of a car. Shit. I’m sorry.”

  “I’m not. I loved it.” He could hear the tears in her voice. “I’m sorry you didn’t.”

  “You’re misunderstanding me, Angel. Submission isn’t just about sex. I failed tonight. Just one more thing to add to the record books. Not to mention the fact you’re part of an active investigation. So not only have I failed as a Dom, I’ve failed as a cop. Again.”

  She stepped toward him as he grabbed his jeans from the floor and pulled them on.

  “Pam told me about the shooting. If you want to…”

  He pulled back from her as if she’d burned him by just stepping close to him. “I’ll send Richard up to see you home. You should get dressed.”