by P Nelson
“We will get through this together, Master.” A soft touch accompanied the quiet words. Calla was soothing him, taming the beast. Flynn knew it should offend him, but this was her way. As much as part of her submissive nature, as were her arms or legs.
Chapter Six
Calla rolled over and shot into a seated position. She glanced around at her surroundings and found the world dark. Calla reached out a hand and touched thick fabric. Clutching at the dark curtain, she pulled it aside and closed her eyes against the harsh light. With one eye open, Calla surveyed the room behind the canopied four-poster bed and sighed. Flynn had flown them to his estate last night. The motion of the helicopter and the events of the day and evening had made her exhausted.
She allowed her body to fall back against the ridiculously soft pillows. Her head turned, and Calla took in the rumpled state of the other side of the bed. Somehow Flynn had gotten her from the helicopter and up here, naked, into bed without waking her. Either she had been dead to the world, or he had some serious skills. She smiled up at the ceiling. Why did she even bother to deny he had some serious skills? The orgasms he had given her after spanking her ass red made her nipples hard just thinking about them.
A knock on the door sounded, and she pulled the covers up. Just as she was about to shout, the door opened and an older lady bustled inside. She had grey hair tied back in a severe bun and wore a crisp white collared shirt along with a tidy skirt that reached her knees. If Calla were to guess, she’d say the woman was in her sixties or seventies.
“Master Flynn said you’d be a few more hours, but it looks like I have it right.” The woman was carrying a silver tray decked out with what looked like a coffee pot along with an assortment of pastries. Calla’s face turned red at the mention of Master Flynn. The other woman set the tray down on a table between two chairs in front of a window. She turned around. “Oh come now. You don’t think Master Flynn is my Dom? Well, I’m way too old and he’s like a son. It would be incest. Why don’t you get up and have a coffee? I’ll get you a robe. If I know my Master Flynn he’s got you good and naked in there.”
Calla wasn’t sure how to respond. Instead of saying anything, she remained in the cocoon of the bed with the sheets pulled up to cover her modesty. “You’ll find most of the staff are in the lifestyle here at Banroch Manor. Although Master Flynn hasn’t played here since his ex wife was a guest.” The woman halted in front of the opening in the curtains with a frown. “We don’t speak her name, however. Here’s a gown for you.” A smile accompanied the garment.
“Thank you.” Calla reached out with one hand to grasp the black cotton. It was thick, almost quilted and had an intricate F and B intertwined on the chest pocket. She tried to make the words sound like a question.
“Oh. I’m Ms Emily.” The older woman bustled away. “And the Master Flynn is more from my training in the old country than the lifestyle. However, it transferred. And you are our Dr Jones. You don’t mind if I call you Miss Calla do you? We don’t stand on many formalities out here.”
“I appreciate the coffee, Ms Emily. Thank you.” Calla shrugged into the robe and pulled it together as she swung her legs to the side of the bed. Her feet hit thick carpet, and she glanced down. The rug was all beautiful red and blue hues, matching the dark masculine wood of the bedroom to perfection.
“He’s left you a note.” Ms Emily pointed to a folded piece of expensive looking paper on the silver tray. “It instructs you to meet him up in his dungeon.” Calla’s face turned red. She did not understand why she was acting this way, but talking about BDSM with the older lady made her embarrassed. “I didn’t look.” She sounded offended.
“I’m sorry. I never thought you had.” Calla gave the woman a warm smile. “I am out of my element here. Yesterday I was on a boat, now I’m in an unfamiliar room.” She let her voice trail away.
“Of course.” Ms Emily smiled again. The wrinkles around her eyes becoming more pronounced showing this was a common occurrence. “You must feel lost and here I have just bustled in.” Calla watched as Ms Emily walked over to the silver tray. “Let’s start with coffee.”
“As long as you will have one with me.” Calla invited. “It looks like there are enough pastries in there to feed a hungry army.”
“Thank you.” Ms Emily beamed at her and Calla assumed she had made a good choice. Calla padded over to where the older woman poured coffee into one of the china mugs.
“Black. Thank you.” Calla announced before Ms Emily asked. Calla took the cup and sat down in one chair facing opposite the other. She looked out the window and was speechless. The view was of a lush green lawns leading down to a rocky, sheer drop into the ocean. Trees abounded on the edge of the lawn, even clinging to the side of the cliff.
“There is a beach and access to the sea on the other side of the island.” Ms Emily spoke from the other chair, coffee in hand. “This side of the island is a little more rugged.” She remained silent giving Calla a chance to take everything in.
“I’m sorry.” Heat rise in her cheeks. Again. She waved her free hand at the window. “It is so impressive.”
“Very happy to hear you say so. The other woman hated it up here.” Ms Emily sat up straight in her chair. “She hid her distaste for country life well at the beginning. But by the end of her marriage, the caterwauling disturbed everyone’s peace.”
“Oh.” Calla sipped her coffee again not sure what to say.
“I’m the head housekeeper here at the estate.” Ms Emily continued without missing a beat. “There are several staff members who hold positions here year round. Others rotate through Master Flynn’s other properties. It can get isolated out here for some younger folk. If you need anything, I encourage you only to ask.”
“Thank you so much. I’m not sure how long my stay will be.” Calla admitted. Her head was spinning and even though Ms Emily was warm and welcoming, she was exhausted. The need to set eyes on Flynn and ensure his safety was becoming an overriding need she couldn’t ignore.
“I understand.” Ms Emily watched her over the rim of her own coffee mug. Calla plucked the folded cream card from the silver tray and flicked it open with nimble fingers.
Meet me in the dungeon
-Your Master
Calla smiled staring at the words written in bold black ink. Flynn tried to dominate her through the written word.
“He was always a dominant. Even as a child.” Ms Emily lips curved into a kind smile. “I’m happy you are here, but I feel we’ll have ages to catch up.” She stood up and set her coffee on the silver tray. “Just leave the tray when you’re finished. The dungeon is upstairs in the attic.” One slim finger pointed to the ceiling. “Two stories up, above the staff quarters. Just follow the stairs at the end of hall all the way to the top, the door is at the top of the stairs.”
“Thank you for the directions. I’m not sure how he expected me to find the dungeon.” Nerves coloured her tone, but she did her best to sound confident.
“He doesn’t always consider those kinds of details my dear.” Ms Emily headed for the door. “Like his father before him, he expects obedience and for the rest of us to read his mind.” The last comment floated back to Calla before the door shut on Ms Emily. Calla stared at the closed portal and drank down more coffee. She had a few questions about Master Flynn’s housekeeper, but they would have to wait.
She selected a pastry she would have steered well clear of in her normal life, Calla bit into the flaky crust and let the tangy lemon cream fill her mouth. Perfect. After her night last night, she deserved a little treat. As long as it didn’t go too far. Discipline was how she regulated her life, how she got through all her days. Just because she had a caveman Dom to please and some jerk trying to kill her didn’t mean she would forget who she was.
Calla licked her fingers when she finished the pastry and forced her eyes away from the basket. Instead of having another one, she poured herself another coffee and walked over to the bathroom gulping it down. S
he had never known Master Flynn to have patience, even as a child, if she believed Ms Emily. Calla brushed her hair, teeth and went to the bathroom before staring at her image in the mirror.
Here she was standing in the bathroom of the sexiest man she had ever known. He had stolen her heart months ago and all she could think about was whether she was worthy of him. The thought had never crossed her mind before. At the dungeon, Flynn Banroch CEO was a leather wearing, grim faced Master Flynn. Same as all the other caveman Doms. Now she was here at his private estate where he had flown them the night before in his helicopter, the whole thing surreal and way out of her comfort zone.
As always with Flynn, she could stay here and ruminate over her feelings. When he came looking for her, Calla could always use her safe word. But it would do a disservice to both. She had wanted this chance to be with him again so much over the last few months that she’d been willing to sign another contract with him. Calla needed to know if what lay between them was real. It had felt pretty fucking real yesterday. But she wanted Flynn to push her as much as he wanted to plumb the depths of her submission.
With shaking hands, Calla tightened the belt on the quilted black robe and inhaled. Her master was upstairs, she knew. He planned some wicked scenes for the two of them. Her rational brain asked if this was the best time to indulge in her kink. But why not? They both needed the stress relief. She pushed the hair away from her face and walked out of the bathroom. As much as she wanted to explore the well-appointed room, Calla walked out the door into the hallway.
The same dark panelling decorated the hallway as the bedroom. Soft lights guided her to a large staircase at one end of the hall. Several other doors on either side of the hallway showed there were many more rooms, but none of them open. Calla walked up the steps, her toes digging into the lush carpet of the rug affixed to the staircase. She reached the next level and peered down the hall. It was empty.
Calla grasped the railing of the staircase and went up to the attic floor. There was only one door on the small landing. An intricate golden key in the lock. She grasped the golden knob, Calla pushed the door open and gasped at the sight before her. Laid out in front of her was the most beautiful dungeon she had ever seen. Huge windows in the ceiling provided natural light for the gorgeous pieces of BDSM furniture displayed and ready for use.
“Welcome to your new home, sub.” Flynn leaned against a sturdy wooden table. Arms crossed over his bare chest, legs encased in leather. Calla thought she might be in real danger of swooning for the first time in her life.
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Flynn studied Calla’s expression as she peered around the room. He was proud of the dungeon he had built, with the help of Diego, the best BDSM carpenter in the world as far as Flynn was concerned. Seeing Wonder and curiosity pass through Calla’s features as she stepped into his domain, Flynn knew it had been worth the painstaking hours he had spent making everything in this room perfect for his sub. Now she stepped inside trying to take everything in.
“Close the door behind you. Look around. I want you comfortable here. This is your play space as much as it is mine.” He continued to keep his place leaning up against one of the many tables for use when playing.
“Master Flynn.” Calla smiled at him. “This is an amazing space. Thank you for inviting me to share it.”
“There is no other sub I would rather have here right now or ever.” Flynn soaked in the way Calla’s body moved around the furniture. Now and then she would stop and survey something more, delicate fingers tracing the wood and leather. Soon those hands would be on his body. Or on his cock. His erection pressed against the front of his leathers in eager anticipation.
Last night he had slept much better than he would have believed, considering someone had come a hairs breadth away from killing him and Calla. His tension had eased by flying and finding Calla asleep in the seat next to him. She had been afraid of flying in the helicopter at first. But her trust in him had eased her fears enough to let her fall asleep. With her in his arms last night, Flynn could breathe for the first time in months. His estate was his most secure property. The people who worked here had been with him for more years than he cared to count.
“You have such beautiful taste.” Calla came to stand in front of him. Weak sunlight came through the window above her head illuminating her features. The sun was such a rare commodity here in the gulf, that witnessing Calla illuminated in the watery light was a gift.
“Thank you.” Flynn reached a hand out, tracing a finger down her cheek. It left no doubt to what he was referring. She was beautiful. “This was just a room full of BDSM furniture a minute ago. You’ve brought it to life.”
“Are we going to play?” The eagerness in her tone made him chuckle.
“I’d like nothing more.” Flynn reached around the back of her neck and grabbed onto a handful of her hair. He pulled her closer to him and sank his mouth down and kissed her like a hungry barbarian. He explored every corner of her mouth, not allowing her to retreat. When he pulled away, pulling her hair hard enough to light up her scalp, Calla’s cheeks were flushed, and she was breathing hard.
“You have met Ms Emily.” Her breath hinted at coffee.
“Yes. A very interesting lady. I can’t wait to get to know her.” Calla responded licking her lips.
“More like she will be very cunning in getting to know you.” Flynn let go of Calla’s hair. “Ms Emily is a second mother. I’ll tell you all about my father’s former mistress another time. Now I want to see you naked and waiting for me in slave pose. I’m feeling generous, so what piece of furniture perks your interest?”
Calla opened the robe she was wearing and slipped it off her shoulders, never breaking eye contact with Flynn, whose already hard cock throbbed. She walked a couple of steps backwards and removed the robe, she let it fall to the ground. She sank down into slave pose as she continued to stare at him. Flynn’s breath caught. She was fucking perfection. Honey coloured skin and pert breasts topped with nipples that begged for his attention.
“I suppose it sounds pedestrian. But that spanking bench looks like fun.” Calla nodded towards a custom piece of Diego’s BDSM furniture. Flynn walked over and ran a hand down the polished wood of one handrail.
“This is an exquisite piece.” Flynn had bought it several years ago, but had never had a sub on it. The bench resembled a high-heeled shoe. It curved downwards, the dark green leather bolted into place over a cushion. The sub needed to lie face down and hold on to the curving handrails on either side of the bench, her knees placed on curving rails built into the side of the main bench. “Why don’t you come up here for a spanking? Let’s say a count of fifty. With my hand?”
“Yes please, Master.” Calla grinned at him. It was all the encouragement Flynn needed. She was in that moment completely with him and now he was on top of the whole fucking world.
“Good, sub.” Flynn stepped away from the spanking bench and stood with his feet apart. “I want you to stand up, walk over here and get into position. If you have questions about the equipment or how to use it, you need only ask your master.”
“Yes, Master Flynn.” Calla rose and the sway of her hips mesmerised him.
“I want to devour you Calla,” The words were out of his mouth before he recalled them. So much for his much-lauded self-control.
Calla gave a villainous smile on him before uttering. “And I want you to.” She placed one dainty hand on the railing and swung her leg over giving him a perfect view of her pussy and asshole.
“What is your safe word, sub?” Flynn fell into the familiar pattern marking the start of every scene he had ever played.
“Red, Master.” Calla response registered. He was standing behind her. With her ass in the air, her pussy looked like the perfect treat.
“Explain the stop light system,” He demanded while he leaned forward, nudging his nose right in her pussy and took a deep breath. Calla let out a squeak and her thighs clenched together. Flynn laughed and lifted his h
ead. She finished her explanation of the stop light system.
“Perfect. We’ll work on the stop light system as always. I will warm your ass up.” He reached out and grabbed onto the globes of her ass and kneaded her flesh with strong fingers. She sighed in response to his ministrations. “Are you sore from your punishment yesterday?”
“Maybe a little, Master.” Calla answered with her breathing evening out on sighs of contentment. “But not enough to halt this scene.”
“Good. Because we’re both going to enjoy this.” Flynn let loose with a peppering of smacks all across her ass and upper thighs. Calla’s body clenched again, but she maintained her poise and started to breathe into the smacks. “No need to count this out, little subbie.” Flynn said after he halted his warm up. “I want you to tell me all about subspace.” He said the last and unleashed the first smack.
Calla let out a whoosh of air, her body jerking. Flynn waited a full ten seconds before he landed his hand on her other ass cheek. It didn’t take long for her body to sway to the rhythm of his discipline. She moved her head to rest her cheek against the leather of the spanking bench, eyes closed, mouth ajar. A sub in repose taking what her master wanted to provide. Perfect.
He finished the count of fifty and massaged the sting into her skin. Her ass was a perfect shade of red again. Flynn admired his work with the eye of a practiced artist. Calla suited him so much; he wondered how the hell he had denied himself all the months. For her safety, a voice reminded him, bringing the world beyond the dungeon and the estate into his life. With an effort he pushed the warning aside.
