Healing Hark (Doms of Chicago) (26 page)

“I don’t see it that way, Master. You’ve opened your home to me.” Hark looked over to where Olivia and Caelan were quietly watching the scene unfold between the men. “And don’t think for a second I didn’t see your fingerprints all over this scheme, Caelan. There’s only one person I know of who could talk Olivia into kicking me out of her condo.”

Instead of protesting, Caelan merely smiled. “It worked, didn’t it? You have a submissive in Bryan, and you’re just about to be collared by your Master…”

Hark’s eyes widened to the point they were almost comical. “Collared?” The word came out as a croak as he shifted his focus back to Diachi and the necklace dangling from his fingers. “Master?” The word came out raw. Hark’s longing for the collar was written all over his face.

Diachi approached Hark. “While it doesn’t scream submissive like Bryan’s does, I think this one will suit you better.” He opened the clasp and held it up for Hark to see. “When others see it, they’ll see nothing more than a beautiful piece of Native American jewelry. Only those present in this room will realize its true meaning – that I love you enough to claim you.” He reached behind Hark and fastened the necklace. “The stone will remind you even though you don’t wear a traditional collar, that’s what I’ll see. The leather cord will represent the freedom Bryan and I offer you to be yourself. It’s the perfect collar for a man who completes my life and Bryan’s as well.”

For the first time in their relationship, Bryan saw his Master falter as doubt entered his gaze. “That’s if you’ll accept it? I know when we parted, you swore you’d never wear another collar.”

Hark cupped his hand around the turquoise stone. “And I haven’t – until now. Only
you
have earned the right because when you tamed the dominant in me it, was enough to free the submissive. I won’t take it off again.”

Diachi grinned. “Good to know. It took me long enough to get it back around your neck.” He pressed a kiss to Hark’s lips, then drew back. “Now. I do believe I’ve promised Micah the opportunity of a lifetime. Lose the robes. I want to inspect my property.”

As both men scrambled to obey, Bryan totally forgot about the tat on his left hip just above the very low waist of the tight leather shorts. Diachi’s sharply drawn breath after he shed his robe had him freezing. “It seems more than Harkahome has been busy since I’ve been gone.” The hard edge of Diachi’s words sent a shiver of lust down his spine.

“Yes, Master.” Bryan bowed his head. “I asked Sir to take me and have it done. He held my hand while the artist did it.”

“Did he now?” The brush of fingers over his hip nearly had him jumping out of his skin. “But I bet he warned you about how I’d react, didn’t he?”

Bryan nodded. “Yes, Master.”

The fingers abandoned him. “Yet you still went through with it?”

“Yes, Master,” he repeated.

“Then there shall be no coming for you tonight – at least not until I think you’ve paid for your sneaky ways.”

Bryan’s heart plummeted, but he’d known the risks when he’d tattooed his Master’s property without permission. “Yes, Master.”

“But first, I promised Micah a chance to practice his emerging shibari skills. Master Caelan and I are going to watch as he practices on both of you.”

Next to him, Hark stiffened.

“Is there a problem, Harkahome?” Diachi asked silkily, his expression daring other man to protest.

“I belong only to you and Bryan.” Hark’s voice was shaky, but his conviction was firm.

Diachi crossed his arms over his chest. “Bryan, remind Hark of what I told you about sharing.”

Bryan licked his lips. “Even when Master shares us with other masters or subs, we remain his.” As the tension grew between the men, Bryan silently begged his Sir to give in. Hell to even look up at him. To see the truth in his gaze. Diachi would never hurt either of them. If all their master wanted was to use them as models, Bryan was fine with it. It meant Diachi was sharing his knowledge and experience. They had no choice but to trust him.

But Hark didn’t look at him. He kept his head lowered. One hand touched the stone on his necklace and then he sighed. “Where do you want me, Master?”

“In the center of the room, so Caelan and I can observe, and guide Micah if needed.”

A few minutes later, Bryan found himself back to back with Hark as their Master slipped blindfolds over their heads. He blinked against the blackness. It made him feel disjointed and almost withdrawn from the scene.

“It’s different, boys, when the blindfold is covering
your
eyes.” Diachi’s voice was proceeded by his fingers as he stroked a finger down Bryan’s chest to his groin. He groaned when the teasing finger brushed over his erection. The answering hiss from Hark could only mean his Sir had received the same treatment. “But if you’re good until Micah is finished, I might just let you come. After all, you were quite generous by allowing me release that morning.” Diachi’s words drew stronger. “Perhaps today will be a reminder for the future of what’ll happen if you two try something so foolish again.”

“You’re sadistic, Master. Waiting nearly five months to get even? Even I’m not
that
evil.”

Diachi chuckled. “And you’ll be begging for more of my evil ways before the night is over, Harkahome. Just as will my
hana.
Never let it be said I don’t keep one step ahead of my subs. Now, present. Micah is waiting to begin.”

Bryan groaned softly, but did as ordered. He stood tall with his back straight, his shoulders pushed back and his feet a shoulder width apart. At the first brush of rope against his skin, he bit his lip to keep from whimpering. He idly wondered if his Sir realized just how screwed they were. A sudden moan from his left assured him Hark did indeed know. As their master, Diachi Rai was nothing if not diabolical when he demanded retribution. But he loved his Master’s devious ways as much as his Sir’s dark places. They might not be perfect, but they were perfect for one another.

~The End~

ABOUT DAKOTA TRACE

Dakota is a simple Midwest girl, who has found her passion in storytelling at a young age. Her father always said she made up the craziest stories.  Most remained unwritten though as writing wasn’t Dakota’s strong suit. That all changed in junior high when she took her first typing class. Problem solved for the dyslexic Dakota. There was no stopping her after that. She wrote her first novel her freshman year about a girl who could speak to animals on an old electric IBM typewriter her dad found at a garage sale. Now writing in several different genres, she is a published author with multiple books under her belt.  When she isn’t writing, she’s the crazy mom of three wild Indians who are posing as her children, a loving wife to the man of her dreams and a full time Web Design Major at IADT. 

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NISEY’S AWAKENING

By Dakota Trace

When a would be Dom takes advantage of Nisey's inexperience she is left bewildered and at odds with her own sexuality. Now scared of what she longs for she tries to hide from it until her best friend, Kalinda has had enough of waking to Nisey's screams and takes matters into her own hands and contacts her older brother, Caelan. She's had enough and wants her best friend back and thinks Caelan is the perfect man to guide Nisey back to what she longs for without traumatizing her friend any further.

Caelan is an experienced Dom, who has trained many first time subs in during his time in the lifestyle, but his last experience with a newbie changed everything. When it blew up in his face, he decided to keep to the more experienced subs, so when his sister calls out of the blue with a request that he help her friend, he is intrigued but very leery. After all what could happen from answering a few questions?

Warnings: This title contains graphic language, spanking, exhibitionism, phone sex, bondage, toys, description of an attempted rape and sodomy.

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NISEY’S AWAKENING:

Swallowing hard, Nisey tried to still her racing heart. Caelan seemed serious about her finding relief before she left the room. For a moment she was tempted to fake it but then thought better of it. Faking it would probably earn her another ass warming and she had a feeling she’d be in worse shape than she already was if he touched her again.

“Nothing to say
?
”

She shrugged her shoulders.  “Despite the way I reacted tonight, Caelan, I don’t normally throw myself at men. What you’re asking for is something…” she looked away from him. “…I don’t think I can give.”

“Look at me. Don’t hide from me. Why do you say that? Are you seriously uncomfortable with your own body?”

She turned her face and looked him in the eyes. “I don’t know. I need something but I’m not sure what. I was hoping by being tied up I’d find it. Nothing else has worked.”

“You can’t let go can you? You aren’t getting a real orgasm?” 

She shook her head and focused on a spot behind his shoulder. “I’m too self-conscious. I just end up even more frustrated than I was to begin with.”

When he groaned, she looked up at him. He looked like he was being tortured.  He finally opened his eyes.

“Do you trust me?” 

“Unbelievably, yes.”  Holding her breath, she waited for his reaction.
Have I pissed him off?

“I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can give you the tools you need to let go. I will not touch you, but I want you to do exactly what I tell you. Hopefully it’ll help take the pressure off until you’re ready for more.” 

She nodded, starting to hope he would help her. 

He turned around and dug through the desk behind him. She wondered what he was looking for when he suddenly straightened. 

“Ah ha, I knew Gabriel would have some of these lying around.”  In his hand, he held a length of leather tie - a piece of braided leather string.

Her heart sped up as he approached her with it.

“I’m not going to tie you up, Nisey.”  His quick assurance surprised her.

“You’re not?”

“No.  I’m going to watch
you
do it. Once you’ve wrapped this around your wrist and I’m sure you’re not in any danger, I’m going to walk over and sit down in Gabriel’s chair.” Pressing the tie into her hand, he closed her fingers around it. “Take it. I’ll hold one end and then I want you to wrap it around your wrist. Not too tightly. You’re supposed to feel the caress of the leather, but it’s not supposed to cut off your circulation.” 

Holding one end of the leather against her pulse, Caelan left enough free to tie the leather off after she’d wrapped it around her wrist. Licking her lips she brushed her fingers across his as she grasped the tie. The first loop around her wrist had her flinching in reaction.  She paused and looked up at him.

“Keep going.”  Guiding her hand, he helped her wrap the leather piece around her wrist several times until only enough was left to tie it off.  Using a square knot he tied it off.  Nisey’s breathing deepened as her eyes watched while Caelan finished the knot.

Panting, she raised her eyes and then met his.

“Okay? Wiggle your fingers for me.”  He nodded as she did as he asked.

“Good. Now, I’m going to sit in Gabriel’s chair, with my back to you.”  Leaning down, his breath teased her ear. “You say you want to explore what the lifestyle is. One of the things a good sub does is obey her master even when he’s not watching to enforce his requests. I want to see if you can follow directions.  After I turn my back to you, I want you to take the wrist we just wrapped and use it to masturbate with it. Rub the leather against your sex while you remember how I tied Sara tonight. Imagine yourself in her place. I want you to come. After you come, I want you to say the word, ‘green’. Do you understand?”

Her breathing was raspy as she answered him. “Yes, Caelan.” 

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