by P Nelson
This was their time to be together today. Already he had spent the morning coaching a fearful Arthur on various projects he needed to discuss and deal with today. Flynn wasn’t positive that Arthur would make it a full week, let alone the six months he and Chamberlain believed it would take for the Enbridge Enterprises to make their move against Banroch with Flynn absent from the helm.
Calla licked her dry lips, bringing his attention back to her. Flynn turned around and walked over to a refrigerator set next to a small sink and counter. He grabbed water from the inside and walked back to Calla. He held the open bottle to her lips, he ordered her to drink.
“Thank you, Master.” Calla’s voice was still dreamy, her muscles relaxed in contentment. Still happy in her subspace.
“I will eat my fill of your pussy now, sub.” Flynn tossed the water bottle out in a trashcan next to a sanitary station set up near the spanking bench. He moved around the table, his cock pulsing in tune with his heartbeat. A part of him thought about sinking his swollen flesh into her body and riding her until she couldn’t even think about orgasming again. But he had waited long enough to eat her sweet pussy and he sure as fuck didn’t want to wait any longer.
The angle of Calla’s body provided the perfect height for Flynn to lean over and suck her entire pussy into his mouth. She flinched at the contact. But relaxed again as his mouth started a rhythmic sucking. He growled low in his throat. Calla wiggled acknowledging the vibration. She tasted just as perfect as she had all those months ago. Releasing her pussy with a loud sucking noise, he raised both his hands to her thighs; with his thumbs he pulled her pussy lips back and exposed her delicate flesh.
“Oh sub.” Flynn leaned down and licked her entire crack from her asshole all the way down her slit. “You are a fucking beautiful sight.”
“Thank you, Master.” Calla groaned. He didn’t bother to wait any longer. Flynn’s tongue moved up her pussy in long strong strokes. Calla’s breath became choppy, and she moaned whenever his tongue found her clit. He pressed down on it for an instant before going back to his licking. He made sure not to neglect any part of her pussy, his tongue thrusting in and out of her channel, her body moving with him, needing his touch as much as he wanted to give it to her. It wasn’t long before her thighs were straining and her hands were gripping the railing with white knuckles.
“Master, I will come. Please give me permission to come.” Calla begged.
“Does my sub think she deserves to come?” Flynn sucked her clit into his mouth.
“Yes, Master.” Calla screamed. He could tell she was holding on by a thread. He could be a nice Dom. Or he could be the Dom she needed.
“No. I think you’re trying to steal an orgasm from me.” He announced letting go of her clit. He sucked one of her pussy lips into his mouth and chewed the smooth flesh. Calla cried out in disappointment.
“I’m not, Master. I promise. I only want the orgasms you give me.” She sounded like she was crying in frustration. They had just gotten started and Calla was already wrapped around his senses, in tune with his needs.
“Good sub.” He released her flesh and moved to the other pussy lip. He dragged his tongue across her clit. She jumped at the touch, but stayed still as he chewed on her pussy lip. Flynn took pity on her a few minutes later. Flynn raised his mouth.
“Come for me now.” He sucked her clit into his mouth and Calla howled her pleasure. The dungeon echoed with her cries.
Chapter Seven
Calla thought her heart might beat right out of her chest. Her body was singing and her soul free. She might not be able to see Flynn’s face pulled into a stern expression, but Calla could imagine his satisfaction
“There are punishments for subs who steal orgasms. Again, sub.” Flynn sounded like he had spent the whole night screaming at a rock concert. His voice rough, his command even more powerful for it. He would not allow Calla to sink into satiated oblivion. No, Flynn would push her, because it was a part of his genetic makeup. And Calla would give him everything. Not only because she loved him, but because Calla needed to explore her own limits.
“Yes, Master Flynn.” Calla steeled herself for whatever came next. She could hear Flynn rummaging around behind her. Part of the fun playing with a Dom you knew was wondering what kind of torture they would come up with next. How far would they try to push you? A light buzzing noise sounded from behind her. Calla couldn’t help but grin.
“I see by your expression you recognize what this is.” Flynn spoke while allowing the tip of the vibe he was holding massage the dip in her lower back. He rubbed the end up her spine and back down again. He must have lubricated the device because it left a wet trail behind, one he continued to follow as he stroked the device up and down.
“It feels good, Master.” Calla closed her eyes again and allowed Flynn to continue to tease her with the vibe. He was in a rush and Calla did her best to relax into the moment.
“Where are you sub?” Flynn asked removing the device.
“Green, Master.” She replied, her body yearning for what came next.
“Do you want me to place this vibe in your sweet pussy sub?” Flynn questioned. Lube squeezed onto her anus. It flowed down her ass crack and covered her pussy.
“Yes please, Master.” Calla held her breath. Fingers spread the lips of her pussy, rubbing the lubricant all over her. She stuck her ass out without realising it at first, wanting more of her masters attention.
“Good girl, sub.” Flynn murmured right before the end of the hard, vibrator penetrated her channel a couple of inches. Calla let out all her breath and sighed in contentment. Flynn fucked her with the plastic device in long strokes, swirling it around in her channel, catching her G spot. Every time the vibrator came into contact with the sensitive, hardened nerves, Calla would buck against the spanking bench. By the time Flynn brought his fingers down to massage her clit, Calla was panting. Sweat caused her hair to stick to her forehead and beads of it ran down her back.
“Tell me how much you want to come, sub.” Flynn’s voice purred. Calla wasn’t sure she licked her lips. She opened her mouth several times only to close it again. Calla swallowed hard and spoke in a squeak.
“Please let me come, Master.” The tone alien to her, the whining breathy words rising just above the purr of the vibe. “Oh God. Please let me come, Master Flynn.” He pinched her clit between two fingers. She clenched her thighs together and let out an involuntary half scream. “Please, please, please.” Whatever she said next came out in a howl of indistinct gibberish. Her body was taut with trying to stave her orgasm.
“I don’t think my sub has been superb.” Flynn increased the speed of his strokes with the vibrator and pinched her clit a little harder. Calla screamed. The raw sound erupted from the back of her throat and spit landed on the leather spanking bench in front of her along with tears and sweat. The pulsing pleasure of the orgasm shot through her like lightening. Never had she experienced anything so intense. The muscles of her pussy clenched on the vibrator.
A hand fell on her back and stroked her. Up and down. Flynn’s soothing voice was soon audible over her heavy breathing once her whimpers ended. She hiccupped a few times, not able to get control of her body. He removed the vibe.
“It’s just as I suspected.” Flynn’s voice held a mixture of disappointed teacher and enthralled academic. “My little sub needs more discipline. Two orgasms without permission.” Calla wanted to be angry. But her body and her mind refused to do anything but concentrate on the pulsing tissues of her pussy, the way her skin was cooling down. “Where are you, sub?” An open bottle of water appeared at her lips. She gulped, her throat dry and raw.
“Green, Master.” Calla replied once she had finished the bottle. “Green and wanting to prove what a good sub I can be.”
“Good to hear.” Flynn gave her a calculating look. “I want you to get up, walk over to the round cushion in front of the floor to ceiling mirror in the corner and insert this into your anus for your mas
ter.” He held up a silver jewelled butt plug. The jewel was blue, the exact shade of his eyes.
“Yes, Master.” Calla gathered her wits about her and allowed him to help her off the spanking bench. She saw the enormous erection he was sporting and knew he had to be hurting. But he wanted to push them both to the limit today. He held her while she regained control of her legs. Once she could stand on her own, Calla stepped away from him and held out her hand. He placed the plug in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other.
“I’ll be watching. So make it good.” Flynn ordered. He stalked over to a high backed leather chair that had been set in front of the long mirror, facing the round cushion, large enough to accommodate one person. Flynn kept his gaze on Calla, Flynn undid the front of his leather pants and pulled them down. His cock free, Flynn used a hand to fist it a few times. Calla’s pussy clenched at the sight. She might have just been brought to a screaming orgasm, but the sight of Flynn’s cock ready and needy made her pussy wet. “If you’re good.” He taunted before sitting down in the leather chair and waiting.
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Flynn’s balls were going to burst. The minx in front of him sauntering over to the red cushion with the anal plug and lube was killing him. Not that it wasn’t a bad way to die. Death by pleasure overload. He had planned to insert the anal plug himself. But after her rocketing orgasm, he would come in his pants.
She appeared to be unsure on how to proceed. This was fine with Flynn. It gave him a chance to calm down a little, breathe deep and analyse his sub. There were many ways she could get that plug into her sweet asshole. Which option would she choose? A minute later Calla had folded her body onto the round cushion. Face towards him, elbows and knees on the fabric her pussy and asshole in the mirror, on perfect display for him. Good choice.
“Can my master see?” Calla asked, wiggling her bottom for his benefit.
“Yes, your master can see your pink pussy and your tight little asshole. He’s curious as to when you will plug that pretty anus.” Flynn sat back in his chair and pretended to relax. There was no fucking way he would calm down, however, until he reached orgasm inside her. She smiled back at him before laying one of her cheeks against the cushion. Her expression was hidden from him, but he had a great view of her hands reached between her legs.
Using her fingers, Calla walked her hands up the inside of her thighs. Flynn’s heart pounded, and he heard the rush of blood in his ears once the polished manicured nails reached her pussy. She slid one finger up and down a few times.
“Beautiful.” Flynn murmured.
“But not what master wants.” Calla replied in a steady voice.
She reached up with one finger and pressed it to her anus. Flynn sat mesmerized as the digit played with the outer rim of her anus before moving away to grab the lube. Calla squeezed a healthy amount between her cheeks and went back to work, playing with her asshole. Pushing her finger in and pulling it out accompanied by little short gasps and long moans.
Maybe this hadn’t been a superb idea either. Flynn stroked his swollen flesh just enough to keep the pain away but his lower back ached and pre-cum dribbled from the end of his dick. This was new, but not surprising given how fucking horny Calla was making him.
After what seemed like an eternity to Flynn, Calla pressed the bulbous end of the anal plug to her asshole. She swirled the tip around and fucked herself a few times without penetrating. Flynn realised he had leaned forward in his seat and was breathing hard. With a herculean effort, he sat back again, gripping the arms of the seat hard enough to have white knuckles.
Calla inhaled and pressed the plug to her tight muscles. After a moments pressure, the outer ring of muscle gave way, and she slid the butt plug home with a sigh. She slid her hands back down her thighs and propped her upper body back up on her elbows.
“Is my master pleased?” She asked already knowing the answer.
“Your master is very pleased.” Flynn stood up, nostrils flaring. He caught his wild expression in the mirror. He was feral, with his cock in one hand, stalking across the bare wooden floor towards his prey. For Calla’s part, she remained still. Years of evolution caught Calla in their grip, the prey holding still as she waited for the predator to strike. “Where are you, sub?” Flynn came around her.
“Green, Master.” Desperation coloured her words. Flynn took one look of her ripe pussy and knew she was ready to come again.
“You might have been a naughty sub.” Flynn grunted and placed his hands on both of her hips tilting her body towards him while bending his knees. “But I want you to come whenever you want. You’re master is about to own this pussy.” With one hand on his cock, he placed the tip at her sopping entrance and grabbed onto her hip again. “I will not be gentle.” Was all the warning he gave before thrusting his entire length into her scalding hot pussy. He looked down to see the anal plug winking at him in the light.
Calla body tensed underneath him and he ground his cock into her pussy causing her to whimper and grip the cushion harder. He pulled out of her using his hands to steady her body, knowing in this position he had all the control. Flynn pushed back inside her all the way again, the whimper and groan from Calla’s mouth broke the rest of his control. Fingers squeezing her flesh hard enough to leave bruises, Flynn pulled back and fucked Calla’s pussy with everything he had. His breathing shallow, his eyes barely able to see the woman underneath him. Everything around him faded away until all he could do was feel the tight channel around his cock. The lightening zipping down his spine and his balls let loose.
Flynn howled once, twice and a third time ramming his cock home as semen erupted from the end of his dick filling her up to where it seeped out of her pussy and down her legs. The anal plug dragging against his now content cock.
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Calla found herself swept up into Flynn’s arms the moment his cock slipped from her body. He carried her over to a room built into one side of the loft. Inside was a huge tiled bathroom. A large black claw-footed tub sat to one side. It was the same as the one in his private playroom at The Cage. A very large shower built into the other side of the space caught her eye.
Flynn set her down on shaking legs and walked into the large shower area. He turned the closest set on and waited until the temperature was perfect before coming back out again. With an extended hand he invited her under the spray. She turned her face into the water, as she always did and knew only that Flynn’s hands were stroking down her body, between her legs washing her.
“I will fill the tub.” Was all he said as he left the shower room. Calla had time to think over the morning’s events. She felt these events were extensions of what they had started on the yacht the previous night before Alicia had tried to kill them. If Flynn had been seeking to distract her from Alicia and watching him almost die, then he had done a great job.
“No more thinking.” Flynn stated entering the showering area once again turning off the hot spray. Calla had so many questions to ask. Had he heard from Chamberlain? What had Alicia said? Was his brother faring well at the helm of Banroch industries? Was he ok? She stamped them all down. In due course her master would reveal all, but not before. This was something she had learned about the man wrapping his arms around her and guiding her towards the tub.
“Why is the shower so big?” She asked instead of all the rest of the questions crowding her head. Flynn stopped and stared down at her. After a couple of moments he threw his head back and laughed. A real laugh, full of mirth that lasted a couple of minutes. Calla felt uncomfortable before he could get himself under control.
“Out of all the questions crowding around in your big brain. You want to know why I built the shower so large?” Flynn shook his head.
“Well, it is rather big.” Calla turned her head to stare at it again.
“It’s meant to accommodate water scenes.” Flynn’s reply matter of fact. “I went to a club in New York several times while I was there on business a few years ago. It had an entire room purposely built
for water BDSM scenes. It brings another level to play.”
“How come there isn’t a water room at The Cage?” Calla asked. Flynn once again pulled her towards the big tub. He leaned down and tested the water.
“Practicalities. Not only do most scenes use a ridiculous amount of water, it takes a huge amount of maintenance to keep it up to a good standard. I couldn’t do it to the cleaning staff.” Flynn turned around and held his hand out. “In you go.”
“You know for a billionaire you aren’t much of an egomaniac.” Calla commented. The water was the perfect temperature as she sunk into the comfortable tub.
“I think you’re the only person in the world who believes that.” Flynn grunted setting a few items onto a low bench next to the tub within easy reach.
“Good thing I’m the only one who matters.” Calla smiled up at him. Flynn gave her a smile that melted her insides. He slipped into the tub opposite her and gathered her up in his arms. She took his cue and raised her legs on either side of his hips and lay back against the smooth edge of the tub. The tap was still on full at the side of the tub. Flynn reached over beside him and grabbed a bottle of water.
“Worried I might become dehydrated?” She asked taking the bottle from him.
“This is a marathon not a sprint.” Flynn watched the water level for a minute and turned the tap off. The sudden silence in the bathroom stung her ears.
“I think this has been a sprint.” Calla handed the water back.
“You should ask my cock.” Flynn sallied back at her. Calla laughed, and he placed a coffee cream chocolate in her mouth. Calla moaned around the confectionary. “Another one of your favourites.”
“We can sprint all over the dungeon if I get to eat these after.” Calla sat up like a good girl and waited for another chocolate. The next one was caramel. Her toes curled, and she lay back in the water.
