“So he couldn’t tell you where she’d gone?” Harper took another bite of her bread. Her stomach still didn’t like her, but the bread helped. She sat on a chair in Walker’s dining room, dressed in one of his shirts while her clothing was going through the wash cycle. He sat on one side of her, and Oscar sat on the other. She felt more than a little exposed, since she was half naked and sitting between two very gorgeous men. Two very gorgeous, very dominant men.
“No. There are some people at the resort right now who were there when Helena was there. If you’re willing to pay for the trip, I’ll go down and interview them, and I’ll talk with the employees. They always see things they’re not supposed to.”
Harper nodded, then took another bite. “I’m going with you.”
“Why don’t we all go,” Oscar said with a laugh. “I’ve always wanted to know what that place was like. Sounds like fun.”
“This is a business trip, not a chance for you to play. And Harper, the answer is no. You’re not going anywhere with me.”
“Won’t it look weird, a single man going down there by himself?”
“No. I’m a Dom who wants to play, remember? I just ask questions on the side.”
She took another bite of her bread and looked to Oscar for help. He narrowed his gaze at her, a gleam in his eyes.
“Don’t you think people would clam up if they knew you were investigating a woman’s disappearance?”
She turned to Walker in time to see him shoot an evil glare at Oscar. “Mind your own business. This is not playtime.”
“No, but if we went as a threesome, people might open up to us more.” Harper swallowed hard. Had those words just come out of her mouth? A threesome, as in the three of them together? As in having sex with both of them? As in submitting to both of them?
The room grew quiet before Oscar spoke.
“It’s an interesting idea. Two Doms, one sub. Go in undercover, with the owner’s permission of course. People are more likely to give out information if they think it’s gossip, and talking to another guest would be gossip. Talking to a private investigator is like talking to the cops. Nobody wants to do it.”
Walker was silent for so long Harper thought he would say no again. He watched her intently, his face unreadable. Finally, he sat back.
“Are you submissive?”
“Liar.” This came from Oscar. “You told me you hated it. That’s the only drawback as far as I’m concerned. We could go as two Doms and buy a submissive for the weekend we’re there.”
“No!” Harper slammed her fist on the table. “She’s my sister, and I’m going.”
“Glad to see you’re feeling better,” Walker replied. “I have to agree with Oscar on this. If you’re not submissive, it won’t work. This is a BDSM resort. Someone will spot a fake in a heartbeat.”
“Not if I’m trying to learn the ropes,” she said, turning pleading eyes on Walker. “You can tell them I’m a trainee. Please?”
He watched her for a few more minutes, then muttered, “Shit,” under his breath before standing up. He walked into the living room and Harper started to stand.
“No,” Oscar said, putting his hand on her shoulder to keep her seated. “Stay there and give him a chance to think. It also gives you a chance to finish your story. You never did tell me about your one stab at submission.”
“There’s not much to tell. Helena fixed me up with a friend of hers. He tied me to a cross and used a flogger on me. I hated it. I felt exposed and used. When he was done whipping me, he untied me and made me suck his cock.”
Oscar sat back in his chair. “Kinda threw you into it, didn’t he? Did he talk to you about it first?”
“Did he ask you what you liked? What got you off?”
“No.” She whispered the word, then glanced toward the living room.
“Did you have an orgasm?”
He leaned toward her and whispered, “Did you like the pain?”
“No.” She turned her head away from him. Lord help her, she couldn’t tell him the feeling from the flogger had been the only good thing from the experience. But the man himself had been crude and hadn’t cared about her at all. He’d only wanted to see to his own enjoyment.
“It’s okay to like the pain, Harper. Really, it is. Let me teach you that.” His face was inches away from her now, and she resisted the urge to look at him. “You’d like it if I did it to you, I promise you.”
She shivered and shook her head. She looked up as Walker walked into the room. He stood at the end of the table and studied her.
“Prove to me you can be submissive. Bare your breasts to us.” His voice was deep. Oscar sat back, putting his elbow on the table and leaning on his fist as he studied her.
Harper hesitated for a few seconds, then opened the shirt she wore. She reached behind her to undo her bra, but stilled when Walker said no.
“Just lift it over your breasts.”
She did as he asked, the elastic of her bra biting into the top part of her breasts. Her nipples peaked under the men’s perusal, and she flushed with embarrassment.
“Take off your panties.”
She wanted to scream no, but she knew if she did, her trip to Paragon’s would be over before it even started. She stood and inched her panties over her hips, stepping out of them and lifting her gaze to Walker.
“Straddle the chair,” Oscar said. “But stay standing. Then clasp your hands behind your back.”
She did as he asked, her hands shaking.
“Eyes down, shoulders back.” Walker moved right next to her, so she had one man on each side. They each cupped a breast, testing its weight in their hands. The tightness of her bra across her upper chest was starting to hurt just a little. She closed her eyes and ignored her discomfort. She could do this. She could be submissive.
They each started to play with a nipple, rolling them around until she moaned softly. And then they both pinched. Hard. She cried out and they increased the force of their fingers. Her nipples throbbed under the pressure, and she shook her head.
“We’ll stop when we want to,” Oscar said.
Their fingers tightened yet again and then suddenly released. Her nipples throbbed harder as they gently caressed them. Then, they pinched the nubs again, this time harder than the last.
Harper cried out and Oscar’s free hand dipped between her legs, parted her slit, and delved inside.
“She’s wet,” he said. “Very wet.”
His other hand tugged her hair so that her head moved back. “You make sure that pussy’s bald the next time I see it. Understand?”
His index finger found her clit, and he flicked it a few times. Harper stiffened as she waited for the response from the bundle of nerves. It was there, yes, but muted as always.
She thought Oscar would pinch it, but he didn’t. Instead he lifted his fingers to her mouth.
“Clean me. Suck your juices from my fingers.”
Her stomach was 100 percent better now, but still, the idea of tasting herself was not pleasant. She licked him tentatively, the taste not nearly as sour as she thought it might be. She licked his fingers clean; then Walker moved the chair away from her.
“Bend over until your face touches the table,” Oscar said. When she was in position, he rubbed her behind. “Now, spread your cheeks, wide, so Walker and I can see your sweet little asshole.”
Her insides quaked at his order. She’d never been on display like this before, but she knew it was a test. If she failed it, she wouldn’t be going to Paragon’s to help search for her sister. She did as he asked, trembling when his fingers traced her puckered opening.
“You’ve never been fucked here, have you?” He pressed his thumb against her and she gasped.
“No, Sir.” Please, please, please let me stand up. Don’t leave me like this
As if reading her thoughts, Walker bent over until his mouth was even with her ear. “You stay here, and don’t move. Keep yourself nice and spread so we can enjoy the view. Master O and I need to talk.”
“Yes, Sir.” Harper was grateful for the support of the table. Her hands shook as she stood there, her cheeks spread. She’d never been so open, never felt so vulnerable before. She wondered if this was what Helena had always talked about when she mentioned “bonding” with Doms or Dommes.