by P Nelson
Another Dom might have let up at this point, permitting Calla to quit counting and allow her mind to wander into the nirvana of subspace. But the masochist in Flynn had other plans. He wanted to be the focal point of Calla’s whole fucking world. There would be no escaping inside her head until he was certain she was living and breathing him into her pores.
“Where are you Calla?” Flynn barked out to make sure he caught her attention. Right now she was pushing her ass into his hand like a cat in need of love and affection. Calla luxuriated in the comfort he was providing.
“I’m green, Master.” Calla’s throat was raw from crying and holding in her screams. The rough sound, a balm to Flynn’s ego. He forced his hand from her skin with conscious effort and walked over to the nearest nightstand and picked up a bottle of water. Flynn unscrewed the top as he brought it back over, then held it to Calla’s lips. She opened them and gulped. She breathed when he pulled he bottle away.
“More?” He questioned. She shook her head.
“No, Master.” She replied between heavy breaths of air. Flynn drank the rest of the bottle down and threw it in the discreet wastepaper basket in the corner.
“We will start again unless you have objections?” Flynn picked up the paddle again and tested the weight against his palm. The instrument extended his hand, his mind. His technique in wielding the paddle was coming from deep inside him after all his years of practice. All done for his sub’s enjoyment. Fate had brought Calla into his life, and by some miracle she was back here again.
“Yes, Master I am ready when you are.” Calla’s breathing had evened out and Flynn saw her anticipation for the rest of the scene.
“Continue counting.” Flynn instructed lifting his arm and bringing the paddle down to meet Calla’s red ass again. The slap caused Calla to jump, and he gave her a minute to compose her emotions before prompting her to count. “Where are you, sub?”
“Fifty one.” Calla swallowed hard.
“Good girl.” Flynn let the paddle fly again, admiring how Calla’s ass cheek rippled under the padded leather. Her intakes of breath, small cries of pain and the sound of the hard leather hitting her skin was the biggest turn on he’s had since playing with her before. Sweat had broken out over both their bodies and he admired how her skin glistened under the low light of the cabin.
He had never played on the Reliant. Calla was christening the main stateroom, which was only right because no other sub would ever play in here. This was as much Calla’s domain now as it was his own. She just didn’t realise it yet. Flynn let his mind concentrate on the woman in front of him. Her punishment was almost over and the delights of the evening lay ahead of them. He had his kit bag with him, and he could hear Gaige laughing and calling him a BDSM boy scout. But he sure as hell would not get caught without some way to torture his beautiful sub.
The BDSM lifestyle hadn’t been in the forefront of his mind when he bought the yacht. The bed had no convenient posts or discreet U- shaped bolts to accommodate ropes and chains. That didn’t mean he couldn’t get creative, however. Flynn also relished Calla using his renovated dungeon at the estate. Every piece of furniture, every single detail down to the brand of water and the design of the nipple clamps had been chosen with Calla in mind. Dungeon Homage to his one and only sub.
Flynn brought the paddle down for the last time and breathed a sigh of satisfaction.
“One hundred.” Calla announced. Her legs were shaking, and her fingers crumpling and releasing the duvet cover. Her choppy breathing a sign of just how far he had pushed her body and her senses.
“You’re all done, my beautiful girl. Stand up.” Flynn set the paddle on the bed beside Calla’s braced arms and waited for her to get enough strength to push away from the bed. Once she made the attempt, Flynn was ready to wrap his strong arms around her, saving her from a fall to the ground. In under a minute, he had Calla snuggled in his arms, head resting against his shoulder, where he’d imagined her to be every night since he had broken their training contract. Once he had held her in the interim, but had surrendered her to Dillon. The porn star had been right that night. Flynn could not commit to anything more than a spanking and a fuck to Calla, and she deserved so much more.
With steady steps Flynn walked over to the window seat and sat down amongst the cushions. He snagged another bottle of water and a bar of Calla’s favourite chocolate before sitting amongst the cushions. Calla had been sitting here in just the same spot all day from the disarray of the pillows and the throw blanket. He sat down on the bench, arranged Calla on his lap and covered her with the throw blanket. He twitched the curtains open a couple of inches, and stared out at the dark landscape beyond, allowing peace to descend over his mind.
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Calla’s ass and the backs of her thighs were on fire. There was no other way to describe the intense heat from the paddling she received from Flynn. He hadn’t gone easy on her. Calla knew from experience, most Doms would have pulled back the intensity at several intervals during her punishment, to allow her to adjust. Not her master. He knew how far and how hard to push her. An opened water bottle appeared at her lips and she drank down some of the contents, the cool water sliding over her roughened lips and tongue, dry from panting.
“You want more, sub?” Flynn asked. Calla shook her head.
“Good for now, Master.” She leaned her head back against his chest and stared out into the darkness. This was the first time she felt calm in a long time. Her ass might burn, but her head was clear. Flynn might not have allowed her to submerge into subspace, but she’d had a cathartic experience. They might face life altering decisions out in the real world, but here in this stateroom, they were together and connected.
“Open, sub.” Flynn ordered. Calla did as instructed and was pleasantly surprised a moment later when her favourite chocolate melted in her mouth. She allowed the sheer pleasure of the moment to wash over her before she chewed. This is how a full-time contracted BDSM couple worked. The Dom knew all the subs little nuances and vice versa. Calla swallowed.
“Thank you, Master.” She turned her head and kissed Flynn on his bare shoulder. The action eliciting a low growl from the man above her.
“Again.” He instructed. Calla opened her mouth and received another treat. “I will lay you out on that bed in a minute and rub lotion onto your sweet ass and thighs. Do you think you can handle it?” Calla’s thighs clenched together, and she was sure she stopped breathing for a minute. She had played with a few select Doms at The Cage who well knew of her no sex only discipline and after care policy. The Doms all performed their duties with skill and attention. The problem for Calla is that it was always like an obligation rather than something more organic, like her experience with Flynn.
“Yes please, Master Flynn.” Calla replied after swallowing her chocolate.
“Good girl.” Flynn praised and kissed the top of her head. Calla found herself shifted once again in his arms before Flynn stood up. He walked over to the side of the bed and placed her in the middle of the duvet, rolling her over onto her stomach. “Place your hands above your head.” Calla was quick to stretch out, the skin of her ass and thighs less irritated now she wasn’t rubbing against Flynn.
She placed her cheek against the soft covers and closed her eyes following the noises Flynn made as he went into the generous en suite bathroom and searched for what he needed. The bed dipped and Flynn’s hands landed on both her inner thighs, pulling her legs apart.
“This is a disciplined ass.” Flynn admired his handiwork. Calla smiled in response. He was such a cave man, but it was the reason she loved him. When she had stepped on board the Reliant this morning, Calla had hoped to keep that part of herself locked away from Flynn. Over the course of the day Calla had realised the impossibility of achieving her goal. There was no way she could hide anything from this man. She hadn’t stood a chance when they were play partners before and she sure as hell didn’t stand a chance now. Whatever the future held for them, at leas
t Calla was being honest in their exchange.
His soothing hands massaged lotion into her skin. The balm reduced some throbbing and Calla curled her toes as Flynn’s talented fingers sunk into her flesh. There was no stopping the moan of pleasure rumbling up from her chest.
“My little subbie enjoying her aftercare.” Flynn’s body came up over hers and she felt the heat of his naked chest on her back. He placed a kiss on her lower back before he went back to work, massaging her ass cheeks, moving down to her thighs. Calla did her best to stay relaxed as his hands moved towards her inner thighs, creeping higher and higher until the tips of his fingers brushed the lips of her pussy. She sighed in delight. The sexual tension was coiling in her gut, begging for an outlet. “Where are you, sub?” Flynn’s voice a mere whisper.
“Green, Master.” Calla murmured back trying to pull his fingers into her with only the power of her mind.
“I will finger fuck you until you orgasm on my hand, sub. Do you consent?” Flynn continued to tease the outer folds of her pussy.
“Yes, Master. I want to cum all over your fingers.” Calla kept her eyes closed and imagined Flynn’s expression. His hand pushed her legs wider apart, bending her knees and forcing her body into more of a crouch. She kept her arms above her head as instructed. Heat poured through her at what was about to come next, her pussy and asshole on display for the man behind her, ass and thighs rosy from his discipline.
“I will eat my fill of this pussy later, sub.” Flynn’s voice had grown hoarse. “But for now I will wring pleasure out of this pink pussy.” Calla tensed and let out a long sigh as one of Flynn’s fingers pressed into her pussy. He massaged the walls of her channel until he found the hard surface of her G spot.
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Flynn knew he had hit the perfect spot inside Calla when her legs stiffened. With the increasing the pressure in her channel, Flynn inserted another finger into her slick hole. She was wet, and needy, the muscles inside her pulling his digits further into her body. Her breathy moans and the way she couldn’t help pushing her body onto his hand spurred on his efforts.
Balanced on his knees between her legs, Flynn moved his other hand between Calla’s thighs. He pressed the pads of his fingers to her clit and massaged her in circles.
“Oh, Master, I will come. Please let me come.” Calla begged. The sound hardened Flynn’s cock further. He hadn’t laid out specific instructions for her orgasm, but she was still asking for permission. He fucking loved this woman with every beat of his heart.
“Yes, Calla, you have permission to come as many times as you want.” He increased the speed of his movements, fucking into her hard until she was incoherent gasping for breath and pleasure. Her entire body stiffened.
“Master Flynn.” She cried out and came undone on his fingers, the muscles of her channel clenching down on his fingers like she had promised.
“You’re so fucking hot, I can’t wait any longer to take you.” Flynn admitted and removed his fingers from her pussy. Calla moaned as he flipped her over onto her back. With her legs open and arms above her head, she looked like his perfect wet dream. Nipples hardened from the cool air, ready for his mouth, her pussy damp and swollen needing his cock pressed inside.
“Master. Take me now.” A coy smile playing around her lips.
“Vixen.” Flynn accused, but shoved away from the bed and undid the front of his trousers. His gaze focused on Calla’s expression, he unzipped his pants and pushed them down along with his boxer briefs. Her eyes widened at the sight of his erection. “Did you miss your master’s cock?” He pumped his dick a few times, allowing pre-cum to form the head.
“Yes, Master Flynn.” Calla opened her legs further in invitation. Flynn’s brain scrambled a little, and he fought to keep some of his famous control. The problem was the woman spread out like a fucking buffet in front of him. She undid all the restraints holding his inner cave man in check. No other woman had ever tested his control like Calla Jones. After he’d kicked away his slacks and briefs, Flynn got back up onto the bed and walked on his knees back between Calla’s legs. He reached down under her ass and gave each of her cheeks a squeeze.
“Arms around my neck, sub.” He commanded lifting her from the bed. In one movement, Calla’s arms came around his neck; her breasts touched his chest causing them both to groan right before he impaled her on his cock. Flynn stared into Calla’s eyes as she slid down his length, her mouth parted in a silent sigh. Only through sheer force of will could Flynn stop the semen bubbling in his balls from shooting out the end of his cock and claiming Calla. He had to take several breaths and remain still.
“I missed you, Master.” Simple words, but they meant everything to Flynn. His head slanting he captured Calla’s lips in a fierce demanding kiss. He held nothing back. All of his love, devotion and heartache over the last few months coalescing into a claiming so primal he wasn’t even aware he had moved Calla up and down his cock, until she was bucking against him. Calla was right with him at the moment, not shying away from his violent need to possess every inch of her mind and body.
Flynn released Calla’s mouth and concentrated on bringing her down over his cock repeatedly, each thrust harder than the last. She threw back her head and braced her forearms on his shoulders to leverage her body and follow his rhythm, lost in the sounds of their bodies slapping together, breathing harsh and uncontrolled when her orgasm clenched his cock hard enough force to stop all movement, his dick caught in the vice of her body. Calla’s scream of pleasure was totally uninhibited.
Lightening shot down his spine and he thought his balls were going to burst, but he held on for a few seconds longer, enjoying Calla’s pussy milking his cock. Flynn grabbed the hair at the back of Calla’s head and pulled her head back to slam his mouth down on her own, shoving his cock all the way inside her, his cum erupting inside her in great waves as his big body pulled back and slammed into her again and again.
He didn’t stop until his cock was going flaccid, semen dripping from her pussy, evidence of his wild claiming. He’d bruised her lips with his brutal kiss, but she smiled up at him, trust and love in her gaze. Those were the two most precious things she could ever gift him. Her smaller body clenched in his arms, Calla rested her head on his shoulder. A large part of him never wanted to leave this cabin, never go back to Banroch Industries. Flynn could call up to the wheelhouse right now and tell Captain Ron to head for any part of the world Calla desired to see. The Mediterranean, the Caribbean. They didn’t need to deal with any of the outside world’s bullshit.
“Stop thinking so hard, you’re ruining the moment.” Calla licked the sweat off his shoulder.
“Why don’t I whisk us away somewhere with tropical beaches?” Flynn tightened his hold on Calla, expecting her answer.
“Classic avoidance issues.” Calla rubbed her nose against his skin. He humphed back at her and let her loose. She wriggled back and lay down on the duvet cover, staring up at him. “You wouldn’t last more than two days.”
Chapter Five
A knock on the door interrupted anything she had to say next.
“What the fuck?” Flynn swung his head around to stare at the door when the knock sounded again. “Can’t a man get some fucking peace to spend quality time with his sub?”
“I’m sure it’s important.” Calla sat up on the bed, the mood finished at the intrusion.
“Nothing is more important than me getting my cock back into your sweet body, sub.” Flynn’s hard chest came back to rest on her naked body. “The scene isn’t over.” The knocking sounded again.
“Why don’t you find out why whoever that is on the other side of the door is being so persistent? I will go into the bathroom and clean up.” Calla scooted to the side of the bed. She was surprised when Flynn didn’t object. A glance over her shoulder as she picked up her discarded robe revealed Flynn was shaking his boxer briefs out of the slacks he had been wearing earlier. He might be the CEO of a huge multibillion-dollar company, but it didn’t
stop him from getting to the gym. Calla wanted to lick down his washboard abs and concentrate her attention on his cock.
“Later.” Flynn grunted at her. “Get into the bathroom so I can open the door without worrying that some poor crew member will get an eyeful and fall in love with you.”
“You’re an exhibitionist.” Calla reminded him, pulled her arms through the satiny robe and reaching for the ties.
“I’m not ready to share.” Flynn walked to stand by the door. His answer surprised Calla. The owner of the most exclusive BDSM club in Vancouver wanted no one to see his sub naked?
“Try to be nice.” Calla said over her shoulder as she headed for the bathroom door. A grunt was all the answer she received.
“What the hell do you want?” Flynn’s voice thundered through the room and Calla flinched at his tone. She was the recipient of a few of Flynn’s tirades over the last few months, but he had never, not once, used that tone of her and she hoped he never would. A muffled voice answered.
“No, I did not call down to have dinner brought up. You might as well bring it in now that you have ruined my evening.” Flynn huffed out. Calla turned to shut the bathroom door. The young crew member she had noticed at dinner pushed a cart into the room, laden with dishes covered with silver domes. The aroma made her mouth water. Maybe this was a good interruption.
Flynn had turned his back and was searching for something in his discarded slacks and he missed the woman’s next actions. Calla however was in a position to see the crew member pull something from beneath one of the silver domes. It only took a second for her brain to register what she was seeing. However, her brain took several more seconds to get her mouth working. All precious seconds making the time slow down.
“No!” Calla screamed. It was enough for the woman to whip her head around. The barrel of the gun she held in her hand, was no longer pointing at Flynn’s vulnerable back. Now it pointed straight at Calla’s chest. Calla had been the target of an unhinged killer already in the last few months. Linkin and his associate Joe Green had drilled defensive tactics into her head in case it should happen again.
