As If The Whole World Were Watching (The Dom's of The Cage Series Book 6)

by P Nelson

  Flynn looked out over the city he loved deep in his bones. Over the years his father and the board talked about moving their centre of operations to Toronto or even one of the big hubs down in the states. Flynn was quite happy that the only thing he had in common with his belligerent overbearing father was an appreciation for the rugged mountains and piercing sophistication of the city.

  “You really think Enbridge Enterprises has been working with my ex, Melanie, all this time?” Flynn was having a hard time wrapping his head around the whole thing. His ex, Melanie, was an avaricious bitch, but a killer?

  “All evidence points to the Enbridge Connection.” Chamberlain was silent for a minute. “There is another link here we’re missing. But between Linkin and I, it’s not going to stay hidden for long.” Flynn liked the assurance in the man’s voice. But he also knew there were few things he could bank on in life. He wanted Calla in his arms for as long as they had together.

  “I must take care of my sub.” He shifted his gaze back to Chamberlain. “They have brought your baggage on board, along with my own. One of the crew can show you the way. I’ll see you at supper tonight.” He made to leave the deck.

  “You’re not what I expected.” Chamberlain offered. The detective appeared genuine in his comment, but Flynn didn’t give a fuck what the other man thought of him. He could be a tyrant on the dungeon floor and a titan in the boardroom. His alpha male tendencies either left people reeling under the miasma of submission or confrontation. It was obvious Chamberlain was in the latter group, but that didn’t make him an asshole. Just a fellow dominant.

  “You asking me out on a date?” The other man’s eyes widen. “You can play footsie with me under the table at dinner. Don’t be late. My sub’s about to work up one hell of an appetite.” He dismissed Chamberlain from his mind and walked over to the sliding glass doors leading into the main living area of the yacht. Chamberlain was the least of his worries. Both he and Linkin had researched the detective and now that Flynn had spent some time with Chamberlain, he recognised a kindred spirit.

  Stepping into the understated luxury of the main living area, Flynn stopped to adapt to the rocking of the boat. A crew member materialised from one of the inner hallways.

  “Would you care for us to send a light repast to yours and Dr Jones’ room?” The woman asked in a polite voice.

  “Not this morning. I would like lunch however, something easy to eat, a picnic of some sort?” He suggested. The woman nodded once. “Knock on the door, but do not attempt to enter, the door will be locked.”

  “Yes sir.” The woman stared down at the carpet. She was blushing. Flynn let out a long breath.

  “Thank you.” He said as he walked away. He would have to speak to Captain Ron about this new hire. Most of the time, Ron did a fantastic job with new crew members. But this one might need a little extra work.

  As he’d told Chamberlain, he required his staff to sign iron clad non-disclosure agreements in their employment contracts. Most of the crew on this ship were part of the kink community or were at the least educated on best practice. In the past Flynn held parties on board and he wanted eyes everywhere making sure the tenents of safe, sane and consensual were being upheld.

  The stairs at the end of the hall led to the cabins on the lower deck and another living and dining area on the third deck. The owner’s stateroom took up most of the main deck of the ship. He headed down the stairs, using the railing to make sure he descended with careful steps. A rogue wave, even on a vessel this size could cause a fall. And he didn’t have time to nurse broken bones or a concussion. It felt like an eternity since he laid hands on Calla.

  Oh there were a few times he couldn’t help the instinct to pick her up and squeeze her lush body against his hard curves. But they hadn’t fucked since the time he took her in the hallway of her townhouse. He hadn’t even tied her up. Not a clamp in sight or whiff of leather. His hunger for Calla had continued to grow. It went against every dominant instinct he possessed to see her scene with other men.

  There were several occasions when Flynn gave in to his irrational cave man and scrutinized the camera feeds from Calla’s scenes. Only finding relief for his tormented soul when he realised Calla wasn’t submitting to her partners with her whole heart and soul. She always held something back. That something was something she had only given to him. And he wanted it the fuck back.

  He pushed the door to the owner’s cabin open and took a deep breath. This began their second dance. There was nothing that could convince him to let her go a second time. He might have once believed he could protect her from the wolves at his door by pushing her away. But all it had done was make her a bigger target.

  She was just as he requested. Flynn stepped in the door, closed it behind him and locking it in one movement. He sucked in another breath. She was here, in slave pose. Calla. Waiting for his discipline. Flynn stretched the muscles of his inner dominant. The predator inside stretched and awoke after long months of slumber.

  “Calla. Stand up. Go over to the bed. Bend over and place your hands on the covers. Ass out, legs spread wide.” Her hazel eyes met his. Flynn knew she would obey before she even shifted a muscle. With blood rushing to his cock, Flynn shrugged out of his suit jacket. He was loosening his tie by the time Calla placed both her hands on the bed covers. Flynn walked forward not sure how long he would be able to keep his cock out of her ass.

  Chapter Two

  “You will get the punishment coming to you after all the shit you’ve pulled with me.” Calla heard Flynn shrugging out of his shirt behind her. “Please explain the stop light system.” A shiver pulsed down Calla’s spine at the sound of his voice. Deep and demanding, just like his cock had been when they were together before. She bit her lip, Calla cleared her throat.

  “I have concerns I want to discuss with you.” She forced her voice to be strong even though she was vulnerable to Flynn in her current position. Except Flynn had somehow become more than just her master, he had become essential for her existence. She hadn’t wanted it that way. She had tried playing with other Doms over the course of their separation, but had never had sex with any of them. None had moved her in the same way as her one-time training Dom.

  “Fine.” Flynn’s response made it clear he was ready to hear her out, but he meant business. Her pussy clenched in anticipation while her stomach felt like she had swallowed dozens of butterflies. She wanted him but she wanted him on her terms.

  “Our contract only started last night, anything that might have happened in the interim between our failed thirty day contract and this one, doesn’t count towards any punishments. It’s not fair.” Proud she got everything out without letting her voice trail off into a whine.

  “You realize torturing me with other Doms deserves some kind of punishment, sub?” Flynn’s silky voice sounded in her ear. Calla jumped and shivered at the same time. Temper rising, Calla turned her head to stare at Flynn. The mask of icy fury on his face gave her pause. But she wasn’t a newbie sub anymore, willing to do anything to keep the Dom she fell for. Calla was an experienced sub; one who gave advice to other subs. What would be the advice she would give a sub in the same situation?

  “I wasn’t thinking about you at all.” Calla lied, but she didn’t care. He wasn’t inside of her head even though he liked to pretend he lived there.

  “Yes. You thought about me the entire time you let those other men spank your perfect ass, whip your smooth back, and take a flogger to your breasts.” Flynn recited, not moving away from her, his eyes holding hers. Dark promises flashed through them. The submissive inside her wanted to back down, wanted to experience the kinds of pain and pleasure her master had in store for her mind and her body. Soul crying out to her master’s will, Calla tamped down on the urge with brutal force. She was not a pushover sub.

  “No. I wasn’t.” Calla didn’t blink even though she was sure Flynn noted how her pulse leapt under his intense scrutiny. “I was exploring my submission with Doms w
illing to take part in scenes with me.”

  “Did you fuck any of those Doms?” Hurt, turmoil and resolution swirled in Flynn’s gaze. Calla realized her answer wouldn’t matter to him. He might have been the one to give Calla her first sample of submission, but she was an adult. One who played at The Cage, the most exclusive BDSM club in Vancouver.

  “We both know the answer to that question.” Calla’s reply a whisper.

  “I want to hear you say it.” Flynn’s jaw clenched shut. Calla realised he wasn’t jealous. He proved a point. All she could think about had been him, therefore she hadn’t had sex with anyone else. Always the alpha male, he had to prove he was all-knowing all-seeing.

  “Who I fuck is none of your business, Master Flynn.” She put emphasis on the word master. “If you, however, want to use that formidable cock on me, now would be a good time.”

  “When did you become so fucking cheeky, sub?” Flynn asked.

  “Around the same time you substituted the word asshole for master.” Calla stood up, Flynn didn’t back up. Instead, his naked chest was breath away from her breasts. Nipples hardened from the neutral temperature in the cabin. Her skin heated because his touch was so close, but right now intimacy was very far from happening.

  “Twenty for swearing, sub.” Flynn announced, his voice sharp enough to cut through steel. It was enough to cause Calla’s already pounding heart to stutter a few times. “Did you call your master an asshole?”

  “If the shoe fits.” Calla’s hoarse tone reverberated throughout the room.

  “Struggle, my little sub.” Flynn smiled. It didn’t reach his eyes. Calla swallowed hard. “Apologise and tell me how the stop light system works.”

  “No.” Calla stood defiant. Flynn looked amused.

  “Safe word out then.” He raised an eyebrow playing with her like a lion. Calla didn’t taste fear in her mouth. Instead, the acrid bitterness of loss invaded her palette.

  “We haven’t even played yet. There is no need to safe word out.” Calla reminded him. Flynn snorted and stepped back.

  “You are no longer agreeable to a scene or would you like to void our contract?” His voice so even, Calla noticed he was holding back deep emotions. Her heart thumped as she realised their exchange meant something to him. But she realized, the problem was whether Flynn would acknowledge her feelings for him. “And don’t even think about saying I’m pissed off and I shouldn’t be playing with a sub in my emotional state.” He said the last word with a piercing finality.

  “I’m not feeling it.” Calla stuck to her resolution. “The scene. The rest of our contract is fine.”

  “Good.” Flynn stepped away from her and Calla could breathe again. He walked over to the chair where he had placed his button-down shirt. “Because that contract states you have to obey your master.” He picked up his shirt and forced his arms through the sleeves. “Who is your master?”

  “Master Flynn is my master.” Calla replied in a succinct tone, her gut sinking.

  “Good.” Calla watched as his large fingers, so nimble despite their size, press the buttons through the expensive fabric. “Use your safe word if you don‘t agree with a scene. That’s your right. But now I’m telling you to stay in this cabin, refrain from getting dressed and stay in your slave pose until I return.”

  “Yes, Master Flynn.” Calla agreed wondering where the catch lay. “Once I return, we will try to scene again. Are you agreeable?”

  “But we have resolved nothing.” Calla blurted out.

  “The only thing that needs resolving between us, is whether you want me to take your ass right away, or do you want me to train that sweet hole again?” Flynn undid the front of his trousers. His cock a hard outline against the fabric and Calla felt her pussy soften further at the anticipation of him taking her. He caught her staring. “Stop drooling. You could have had your lips around my dick already.”

  “And you could have discussed not being an asshole.” Calla placed her hands on her hips. “Are you even going to talk about why you dropped our training contract? Or is that subject off limits too?”

  “All you need to realize is that I protected you.” Calla checked his temple. Sure enough a tick had pounded. A sure sign that Calla had pushed all his emotional buttons. She understood he would never physically harm her, it was the emotional damage she couldn’t get over.

  “I think you had better let me decide what I can handle. Of course, that’s why we have safe words.” Calla did her best not to flinch as Flynn stalked back across the room. Gone was the veneer of civility he wore as the CEO of Banroch Industries. Even the toned down alpha cave man had burned away and now there was nothing urbane about Master Flynn Banroch. The man in front of her all hard planes, wild temper and erotic promise. He was what Calla wanted. She had dreamed about Flynn in this posture. Calla thought swooning might be a real possibility.

  “You don’t appreciate what’s good for you, little subbie.” Flynn rocked to a halt in front of her again. Calla’s breathing turned shallow, heat creeping up in her face. She goaded him, but couldn’t remember why right in this instant. “The Reverend nearly abducted you. He strolled right into your office, right next to you. He spied on your every move.” Flynn’s voice had gone from hard to torture. “If anything had happened to you.” Anguish pure and raw infused his tone for a single heartbeat before he was all cave man again. “You never take your safety into account. You need to know what’s good for you.” Heart in her throat, Calla reached a shaking hand up to cup Flynn’s chin.

  “You’re what’s good for me.” The words flowed out of Calla’s mouth before she thought. In her heart, she recognized they were a lie. Flynn was the flame she would burn herself on, over and over until she couldn’t stand the hurt any longer.

  His thumb and forefinger on her chin, he squeezed her hard enough for her to take notice. Calla lifted her chin up further, to expose her neck and lift herself up onto her tiptoes. Flynn leaned down over her. Calla imagined his larger body acting as a protective shield around her smaller, arched frame. Her pulse beating in frantic, wild bursts caused her head to become lightheaded. He adjusted his grip, his thumb pressed against her lower lip, rubbing back and forth. Calla opened her mouth a little; Flynn pressed the blunt tip inside and gathered moisture before rubbing back and forth again.

  “Why am I good for you little girl?” He continued to rub her lips. Callas breathing became shallow, her soul reaching out for contact with his, her need a pulsing beast inside her chest, hungry for him. A dozen answers flew through her head, but Calla could not articulate a single one.

  “It’s because deep down you realize who you belong to.” Flynn’s gaze turned ravenous. “Even though he’s not the right Dom for you.”

  His lips brushed over hers once, twice. It was all the warning she got before his mouth descended on hers for a kiss so hot it stunned her. His tongue delved into the corners of her mouth and Calla moaned. He thrust inside her repeatedly, owning every single inch of her body, even though he was only inside her mouth. When Flynn pulled back, his smile held a wealth of knowledge.

  Calla’s lips were swollen, her pussy wet and ready, while her knees were ready to collapse into slave pose. All the while her heart shouted at her to beg him for his cock, his punishment.

  “Think of a fitting punishment.” Flynn stepped away from her and Calla’s thoughts snapped back to reality. Lust still swirled around the room like a sticky miasma, but Calla was back to resenting Flynn.

  “I don’t think I deserve a punishment for when we were not under contract.” Calla insisted.

  “And I say you do.” Flynn turned and walked to the door. “You can stay in this cabin until you decide you want to submit.”

  “I never said I didn’t want to submit to you!” Calla yelled as the door closed on Flynn’s broad shoulders. She sat down on the bed and fell backwards. Staring up at the ceiling, she frowned.

  Right now she was sailing out of Vancouver towards the unknown, both figuratively and
literally Calla needed to manage her Dom, without him knowing she was managing him, all the while protecting her heart. Because right now she was in just as much danger of falling head over heels in love with him as ever before.

  &

  Flynn made sure he flicked the lock from the inside just in case any of the crew decided they needed to get into his cabin. He was a voyeur of epic proportions. He owned the premier BDSM club in Vancouver and had played in the best clubs all around the world. But until Calla submitted to him with her heart, mind and body, her naked body was for his delectation alone. He needed to own her before he could share her in any way.

  And he was in for a wait if the stubborn angle of Calla’s chin was any sign. He might have overstepped the bounds of the Dom/ sub dynamic by demanding she pay for teasing him all these months. But he would not complain. Calla knew him on a fundamental level that would be too hard explain, even if there were words. But she had to understand they were under contract now. And he was the Master and she the submissive.

  Stalking down the hall, he passed the wary new cabin crew member. She pressed her body up against the sleek wall to avoid him. He grunted at her and continued to move on. More than anything he wanted to finish spanking Calla’s ass and sinking balls deep into her hot pussy. The need to lose himself in her flesh, so striking that he had to force himself not to punch a wall.

  He would give her time to come to terms with their contract. She would submit to him. The kiss he had stolen proved it. Flynn had savored her submission, as well as her indecision at her current course of action. After all these months of denying himself, he needed to be careful not to gorge on her like a starving man. To not give her everything because of his need.