“Those are quite comfortable, even though they don’t look it.” Ariel nodded at the fur-lined restraints Barbara was holding. “You can pull against the rope or shackle all day, and still your wrists won’t get raw.”
“Sounds like you are the voice of experience,” Barbara said, easily able to imagine her little sister bound somewhere and loving every single moment of that bondage. She felt her face heat when her mother giggled and whispered that cuffs had come a long way since the first time she had been restrained. It was incredibly wonderful that her mother whole-heartedly supported both her girls’ lifestyles, but still, it was a little disconcerting to actually stand around and discuss the attributes of all that Harry had to offer with her. Barbara returned the cuff to its place on a shelf, noticing that there were larger ankle cuffs on offer as well. She wondered how Craig would react if she brought a set home.
“You know Christmas isn’t that far away,” Ariel said with a smile, when she saw her sister’s fingers still stroking the soft fur inside the leather cuff.
“It wouldn’t really be a present for Craig if I bought these for myself,” Barbara objected, though it was clear her heart wasn’t totally in agreement.
“Let’s just make sure the measurements are perfect,” Harry said, surprising her, as she hadn’t noticed his approach. She began to shake her head but then smiled and nodded.
“Good, and, sweetheart, I can absolutely guarantee that if you give your man a set of these, he will consider it a wonderful gift.” He whipped out a tape measure and measured both of Barbara’s wrists, and then her ankles. When she shifted as the tape measure ran around her skin, Harry chuckled. “You’re gonna love these. Your partner can make you quite immobile, and then drive you to madness if he teases you for hours—or drive you into incoherence if he is restraining you while he administers a lesson for disobedience.”
“Um, yes, I can see that,” Barbara said, rubbing her left wrist with the fingers of her right hand. “I’ll just tell Dadd—um, Craig, that these are just for play.”
Harry again burst into laughter, shaking his head as he pulled together a full set of four cuffs. “You can try, sweetheart,” he said, and then explained how the silver rings set into the leather could be used to either snap the wrists together, or have additional rope slid through them so that she could be spread eagled for her Dom’s pleasure. “I’m sure your Daddy is going to be one happy papa.” He paused and gave her a look that had her face burning. “He’ll find he enjoys them, regardless of whether he’s pleasuring his Little girl, or teaching her to be a good girl while he lays her onto her tummy and spanks her little bottom.”
Ariel was giggling at the expression that, a year ago, she would have bet a million dollars she would never live to see. Despite the blush that covered her sister’s cheeks, it was evident that Barbara could barely contain her excitement at discovering all the different scenarios such restraints could offer.
By the time the women had put the last of their purchases into the back of the car, they had been shopping, laughing, and teasing each other for two hours. Harry promised to have everything ready by the time Haven opened its doors. When Nancy hugged and thanked him, he unabashedly ran his hand across her rear, before giving her a huge swat with the leather paddle he had grabbed off the table.
“Ow! What was that for?” she demanded, her hand once more rubbing against the seat of her shorts.
“That’s for being such a big baby.” Harry shook his head. “If you’ve already used that flogger, and we both know you have, then suggesting another soft flogger as Jason’s gift was very inconsiderate, wasn’t it?”
Though Nancy wanted to protest that it had simply been the item she had decided her husband would love, she knew that Harry was right. She might not enjoy harsher disciplines the way Liz and Ariel did, but when she pushed Jason too far, it was only proper that she offer him the best choice of implements with which to chastise her.
“Yes, Sir,” she said softly. “I’m sure the present you insisted I purchase instead will please him far more. But,” she giggled, and shook her head, “don’t blame me if you feel your ears burning when I’m cursing you as Jason spanks me with that horrid, old-fashioned thing.”
“Oh, sweetheart, I promise you’ll be far too busy making promises never to misbehave again to even think of anything or anyone else. A few dozen with a sturdy tawse before sitting on the naughty girl mat will go a long way to encourage angelic behavior.” Harry handed her the box, in which he had placed the exquisitely crafted, split-tongued tawse, as well as an old-fashioned hemp mat that contained hundreds of small bumps made from irritating fibers, which would exacerbate the discomfort of a punished bottom even more. “You’ll discover that going back to the tried-and-true implements of yesteryear will make a naughty girl anxious to prove her promise of obedience.” He adored the color that flushed her cheeks, as well as the sparkle in her eyes. “Many a Scottish lassie can verify that claim if you doubt my word.”
Shaking her head, Nancy leaned forward and kissed his leathery cheek. “I will never doubt your expertise, Sir.” When he smiled at the compliment, she jumped into the car and shut the door before speaking through the opened window. “At least you didn’t insist I buy one of those awful paddles.” She shivered as the paddle that had been used to give her only one swat was twirled in Harry’s large hand. It was made of several layers of leather, giving it strength as well as amazing flexibility.
“I’m afraid I couldn’t sell you one of these yet anyway,” Harry said, as he turned the paddle over to show where he had begun some very intricate design work on the back. “Perhaps the next time you visit you can bring your husband? I’m sure to have completed it by then.”
“Um, Jason doesn’t like shopping very much,” Nancy said truthfully, though she had an idea he wouldn’t mind quite as much if he knew about all the incredible things in Harry’s studio.
Harry laughed and shook his head as he helped Helen into the car. “Remember, I can ship my treasures anywhere.” He loved the giggles the women gave as he stepped away from the car. “You girls be good and have fun. I think I need to make a few phone calls before you get home.” Hearing protests and more laughter from the car, he smiled widely.
God, he loved women—every variety the good Lord had blessed the planet with. However, the five in the car held a special place in his heart. These women were not only beautiful, they were also so full of life and love that he would be awash with envy of their partners if his own life hadn’t been so completely filled with dozens of wonderful experiences. He waved until the car had disappeared down the dusty road, before returning to his studio. He had orders to fill and would enjoy every moment of making sure Haven was outfitted with good, sturdy, beautiful objects of pain and pleasure.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Time seemed to speed by as the weather in Texas gradually cooled in the later months of autumn. Haven was coming along beautifully, every visit showing more signs of improvements, as the kitchen flooring was laid and the new commercial appliances installed.
Craig and Barbara were eagerly awaiting the completion of their cabin, as Craig worked to turn the everyday running of his restaurant and catering business over to his staff. Barbara found she didn’t miss a single thing about her previous life as a very successful lawyer. She loved working at Craig’s side, learning more every day as he patiently explained the differences between the wines they ordered to be delivered to the hotel, as well as how much went into simply stocking a pantry that needed to feed dozens, rather than a couple of people. Shipments of more than foodstuffs would soon be arriving, and Barbara looked forward to opening every box. Until then, there were plenty of other activities to fill their days.
Halloween fell on a Saturday, and while they all couldn’t wait to hold a party at Haven, that would have to wait another year. Not about to let the opportunity to celebrate one of their favorite holidays, the group had talked Logan into hosting a huge costume party at Tastsinn. As Ariel applied her make-up, she made sure her eyes were highlighted with an abundance of lilac shadow and glittering silver, her lashes thick with black mascara. She brushed out her long auburn hair and sprayed wearable glitter into her curls before clipping small pearls into the strands. Walking into the bedroom, she was pleased when a long appreciative whistle announced Garrett’s approval.
“No wonder sailors willingly flung themselves into the sea,” he said, admiring the beauty standing before him. Her full breasts were barely contained by a seashell bra, the iridescent pearly white glitter instantly drawing eyes to her form. Ariel’s flat, tanned tummy was also adorned with spray-on body glitter, with a larger pearl nestled into her belly button. The rest of her costume fit her like a glove; her hips and legs covered in a tight body suit that flared at the bottom, forming a mermaid’s tail that covered her sandal-clad feet. She would have to be careful walking, using small steps due to the limited mobility such a tight suit allowed her. As she did a slow turn in front of her fiancé, Garrett had to swallow hard—her round, heart-shaped ass seemed to just beg to be held, stroked, paddled and fucked.
“Do you like?” Ariel teased, looking back over her shoulder as she wiggled her ass, the sea-green fabric covered in sequined scales shimmying with her every movement.
“If I see you doing that move at the club, you’ll find a certain shell demanding its own pearl tonight,” Garrett declared, his eyes growing darker with lust.
Ariel instantly pictured the pink clamshell that had housed her engagement ring. Her sex pulsed at the memory of exactly how the toy felt when making its claim on her own, very sensitive pearl. Looking to her nightstand, where the shell held a place of dubious honor, she swallowed hard before walking to Garrett.
“Oh, my,” she purred, her hand going to stroke down the muscular arm of her Dom. “And here I thought pirates were made of stiffer stuff.”
“I’ll show you stiffer,” Garrett growled, as he grabbed her, turning her before pulling her against his body, his erection obvious as it ground into her backside. “Pirates have no morals, my little mermaid. History has shown they have no decency when it comes to plundering their bounty… or should I say booty?” He was delighted when she moaned, her backside pressing against his tightly laced trousers. “I don’t believe we’ll be staying at the party long.”
