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

by P Nelson

  “OK?” She questioned, turning her face into his chest and rubbing her nose in the fabric of his shirt. Calla had a fantastic idea where this was going.

  “Tonight would be a good night to show the six foot whip for Chamberlain.” Flynn remarked.

  “Are you proposing a scene?” She prompted.

  “I want to tie you to a St Andrew’s Cross and use a six footer on your sweet skin.” His voice dropped a couple of octaves. It sent shivers down Calla’s spine. She was helpless to stop her body from rubbing against him. They played well into the early hours last night, but her pussy got wet at the thought of him playing with her again.

  “Yes, please.” Calla murmured already seduced by the scene he painted.

  “And I want Chamberlain to watch.” Flynn stroked a hand up and down her back. “He won’t touch you. But I want him to see how fucking beautiful my sub is when she submits. When she takes my cock.” Flynn breathed into her hair and Calla could swallow. “Would my sub like an audience to her pleasure and pain?”

  “Yes, please. As long as he doesn’t join in.” Calla frowned and leaned her head back to stare at Flynn. “I’ve never had sex with two men at the same time.”

  “Not even Master Dillon and Master Mason?” Flynn prompted. Calla played with both Doms at The Cage after Flynn broke their training contract.

  “Yes, I played with them both. But I never engaged in any sexual acts with either of them or together. Our scenes were about satisfying our kinks.”

  “I never apologised for Stephanie.” Flynn shook his head when Calla wanted to say it didn’t matter. “It matters baby. I was stupid.”

  “Yes, you were.” Calla wished she could get the image of the one everyone at The Cage referred to as the “mean sub”, Stephanie giving Flynn a blow job on stage, out of her head. It had been one of his efforts to free Calla of her love for him. “But I forgave you a long time ago.”

  “Good. And you agree to the scene tonight? Because you’re the only sub I ever want to play with for the rest of my life.” Flynn smiled down at her.

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  “Which is why you need to stop fighting me about going with you tomorrow morning.” Calla needled.

  “Twenty smacks for being impertinent.” Flynn would not budge. Not with Calla’s safety. She already proven she couldn’t follow orders when her life was under threat. Alicia would have killed Calla and not suffered a moment’s regret. There was no way he would put her life at risk.

  “This is a discussion.” Calla reminded him.

  “Yes, on whether you agree to the scene I proposed. You’re not coming to Vancouver with me tomorrow. We’ve settled this.” Flynn stayed firm. The angle of Calla’s jaw suggested the subject needed to be revisited. “Do you agree? Do you have any concerns? Questions?”

  “I agree to the scene.” Calla’s lips curved up in a smile. “But I’m going with you tomorrow morning.”

  “If you think so.” Flynn wanted to continue the argument here, but he leaned down and kissed her instead. Her lips parted and his tongue took over her mouth. He dominated her, possessing every inch before he pulled away, biting on her lower lip hard enough to turn it red. “Wait for me in the dungeon at seven tonight after supper. Be naked and in slave pose.”

  “Yes, Master.” Calla agreed staring up at him with an expression of trust. Her obedience shone in her gaze.

  “You trust me to take a six foot piece of leather to your back, but you don’t trust me to keep you safe.” Flynn shook his head.

  “Neither one of those is exclusive.” Calla stepped out of his arms and crossed her arms over her chest in a defensive gesture. “I trust you.” She put extra emphasis on the words. “In and out of the dungeon. We’re not arguing about trust. We’re arguing about whether you trust me to make the right decisions for myself.”

  “I trust you.” Flynn reiterated. “I have to trust you. In the dungeon to use your safe word when you need out of a scene and in the vanilla world.”

  “Just not right now.” Calla was trying to trap him.

  “People are doing a great job of trying to kill us.” He pointed out. “We do not understand whether I’m walking into a trap tomorrow. For all I know, there could be a sniper sitting on a roof just waiting for me to walk into the police station.” It was the wrong thing to say, Calla’s face fell. “Christ I’m sorry.” He tried to pull her into his arms. But she shook her head.

  “I’ll see you tonight in the dungeon.” Calla walked away saying nothing further. Flynn was only just able to resist the urge to pick up something and throw it across the room. When was the last time he lost his temper? Never with a sub. Not even when Melanie was at her worst did he ever try to provoke her into a fight. Because when he gave orders he expected to be obeyed.

  Calla would make him crazy.

  “You handled her well.” Ms Emily walked through the doorway opposite the one Calla exited.

  “I don’t need a lecture right now.” Flynn stared at the person who understood him the best. Except for Calla. Ms Emily was closest thing he had to a mother. His was still alive, living in New York and complaining to all her friends about how she did her best with him, but this failure was inevitable.

  “No. You need allies. Support.” Ms Emily came right up to him and shook her head. “Don’t push that girl away.” Her voice rose and with it her faint Glaswegian accent became more prominent. She might have lived most of her life here in Canada, but there was no taking the Scots brogue out of her.

  “I’m surprised you like Calla.” Flynn was serious. “You’ve never approved of the girls I’ve brought home.”

  “Precisely because they were girls. Dr Jones is a woman. And she’s not afraid of you.” Ms Emily sniffed. “It’s what you need.”

  “They should quake in their mini skirts.” Flynn remarked. “In the dungeon anyway. Besides the fear mostly was an act on their part.” He didn’t bother to hide his disappointment. Once subs learned his last name and who his father was, they couldn’t have been happier to perform in any way he wanted. But he hadn’t wanted a performance in the dungeon. He wanted honesty. It was his weakness and why Melanie had gotten her six-inch heels into his back.

  “Those girls didn’t want to lose your attention, the most eligible bachelor around.” Ms Emily sighed. “You’re not making a mistake with Dr Jones. She’s the real deal.” Those words come out of his former nannies mouth loosened Flynn’s shoulders. Not that he had any doubts over whether Calla loved him, or whether her submission was genuine. But a part of him wondered if he deserved happiness. His father had never wanted domestic bliss. He married and had kids because it was expected. Flynn wanted to marry and have kids out of a desire to be a part of a happy household.

  “Why did you leave my father?” He never asked. One day Ms Emily was not in the front drive to greet Arthur from school. Flynn was already at boarding school. She was just gone. When Flynn came home for the holidays, her name was never mentioned again. Flynn tracked her down as soon as he attended University and bought his first house. She had been his housekeeper ever since.

  “He wanted to marry me.” Miss Emily laughed.

  “Really?” Flynn’s eyebrows shot into his hairline.

  “Is it so hard to believe?” She asked sobering.

  “Not at all. But you challenged him over everything. You never allowed him to bully you or us when we were kids. None of Arthur’s nannies after you stood up for him. He learned to hide from our father and his tantrums.” Flynn was uncomfortable talking about his father and the way he treated Arthur. The fact that Arthur was struggling at the helm of Banroch Industries was just as much Arthur Seniors fault as it was Flynn’s.

  “You are not to blame for Arthur.” Ms Emily snapped out. “If anyone is to blame, it’s your ice water mother. She was always a bitch and I see she still is. In all probability she hasn’t reached out to contact you at all.” She shook her head. “Arthur always needed attention, approval. With proper handling, he might have turned out
differently. But we’re not talking about him. We’re discussing you. And your new fiancée.”

  “There is nothing to discuss.” Flynn sighed as the cell in his pocket rang.

  “Your father tried to be an autocratic dictator with me too.” Ms Emily warned him. Flynn glanced down at the number and knew he should take it. Instead, he hit ignore and gave his full attention to Ms Emily.

  “You are the second woman to threaten me today.” He replied eyes narrowing.

  “Good. You take Dr. Jones with you back to Vancouver. You lean on her when times get rough. Because they will. Take it from someone who has watched you grow up. Witnessed the amazing efforts you put into expanding and growing Banroch into a business your father wouldn’t even recognise if he were still alive. You’ve surpassed all his achievements. I beg you. Surpass him in love too.” The speech hit Flynn in the guts. For a second he had nothing to say.

  “I didn’t think you begged for anyone.” He joked trying to get the choking feeling out of his throat.

  “For you I will beg. Flynn. I consider you one child I never had. You and Arthur. All I want is for both of you to be happy. Your accomplishments at Banroch gave you contentment. But you’ll experience true happiness with Dr Jones. You’ll have a life. That’s the whole damn point of all this.” She waved one elegant hand around the living room.

  “Isn’t there a Dom around here that needs to spank your ass for swearing?” He glanced around the empty living room.

  “Brute.” She laughed back. He opened his arms, and she came into them. He gave her a quick hug, and she stepped back. “You are not doing her and or you any favours by not trusting she can handle what’s out there in the real world. There will always be a threat to you and your happiness. Now is the time to forge the bonds.”

  “I’ll try to take your advice.” Flynn responded. Even though deep down in his gut, he knew Ms Emily was wrong. There had never been another threat to him like this one. Not where lives hung in the balance.

  “Do better than try.” She warned before walking over to the magazines on the coffee table and re organising them. After a minute, Ms Emily walked out of the living room in silence. Flynn stared at the door and went over everything she said.

  Maybe this was the sub uprising Delaney kept talking about. The dominant’s grip on their subs would slip away, gone forever. He walked over to the windows overlooking the front lawns. The island had been his first big purchase not long after he worked at Banroch in one of the minor departments. His father had been keen on the notion that if Flynn or Arthur wanted to run the business, they needed to understand it at all levels.

  It hadn’t taken Flynn long to work his way through the departments. Flynn earned positions with more authority based on his own merits, not just because he was the son of the owner. By the time his father died of a heart attack, Flynn filled his shoes without a hiccup and started his real work. He brought the colossus of a company into the twenty-first century. It hadn’t been easy, but Flynn had fought for his vision. But standing here, looking out on a rain soaked lawn, with glimpses of a storm tossed sea in the distance, Flynn came to a realisation.

  None of it mattered if he didn’t have Calla. He had said the words before to her and had meant them but in a different context. Now he understood. If being the CEO of Banroch Industries meant he had to keep Calla at arms-length for her safety it wasn’t worth it. What was the point of Calla living her life somewhere not by his side? The thought of the danger she would be in if she came with him in the morning grated. But there was a way to mitigate the threat.

  The phone in his pocket buzzed again. He pulled out his phone and glanced at the number even though he already knew who was on the other line.

  “Banroch.” He said holding the device up to his ear.

  “It’s happening.” Linkin replied. Flynn already spent most of the morning on conference call with the board and afterwards, his lawyers. He employed the best. Which meant they were some of the biggest assholes in the corporate world. He’d rather have them working for him than someone else. Flynn had Linkin doing recon at the federal prosecutors. “If this goes to trial, you’ll be in Ottawa. But you’ll surrender in Vancouver as it’s your city of residence.”

  “Fine. And you’ve got security set up?” Flynn asked but knew the other man would’ve been hard at work already.

  “It’s all systems green here.” Linkin confirmed.

  “Good. Because I’ve got a small sub problem.” Flynn explained about Calla knowing Linkin was a caveman and would tell him to stop being a pussy. For once Flynn didn’t care if another Dom thought he was being soft. This wasn’t about him. His relationship with the woman he loved was on the line.

  Chapter Ten

  Calla spent the rest of the afternoon fuming in various parts of the estate avoiding Flynn and Chamberlain. The former was easy enough, Flynn’s cell appeared glued to his ear. He alternated between furious shouting and silky whispers. Either way, Calla was thankful she wasn’t on the other end of the line.

  Chamberlain created a workstation in the breakfast room where he typed on his laptop.

  After their argument in the early afternoon, Flynn had sought her out once. Calla refused to listen to whatever apology he planned. His proposal had been a surprise. To him, as much as to her, she guessed. It came from the heart and it was why it meant so much to her. When she stepped on the yacht in Vancouver, Calla was determined to not allow Flynn the space in her heart to break it. Now she had no one to blame but herself for her situation.

  She wouldn’t allow Flynn to stay on the side lines of his life. Calla didn’t care if he was a big CEO and had many obligations. His life wasn’t easy or safe, but she accepted all of him. Flynn’s steadfast loyalty. His ambition. And his kinks. He was all alpha male and Calla needed to learn to navigate his caveman side if their marriage had any chance of working.

  The there was Ms Emily. Calla wasn’t sure what might have caused the turnaround in the housekeeper’s attitude, but it grated. Perhaps because everything else was shitty, Ms Emily’s attitude only exacerbated Calla’s feelings of frustration.

  Ms Emily brought up a supper tray to the bedroom after Calla refused to dine with Flynn and Chamberlain. They would see enough of her this evening. Which was why she was standing in front of the full-length mirror in the master bedroom she shared with her brand new fiancée staring at her naked body? Something she never did.

  It was ten to seven. The time she had agreed to scene with Flynn and allow Chamberlain to watch. She wasn’t nervous over allowing Flynn to use the six-foot whip on her, even though it would be her first time experiencing the long whip. There weren’t many Doms who had the right to use one at The Cage, and those who did practiced with regularity.

  Calla had watched with equal parts admiration and jealousy whenever Flynn brought out his six-footer. She had imagined herself in the place of the sub so many times; Calla thought the daydream was a reality sometimes. She let out a long loud sigh. This is the man she chose. Calla needed to accept him and herself with all their limitations.

  “The time for hiding is over.” Calla stated to the empty room and leaned down to pick up her discarded robe. She pushed her arms through the sleeves and tied the belt on her way to the door. Passing through the hallway, her heart sped up. It wasn’t a big deal if she met anyone as she climbed the stairs to the attic dungeon. There wasn’t a single person on the island who didn’t know what she and Flynn had been up to in there for the past week. She needed no rules of dungeon conduct to act as a shield between her and Flynn.

  The door to the dungeon was unlocked and instead of peering inside to see if the two men were already inside, Calla strode inside with a confident step. Her bravery was a waste. The dungeon was empty save for the BDSM equipment. She walked over to where Flynn had moved the St Andrew’s Cross to the middle of the room. Calla ran her fingers over the polished wood admiring Diego’s work. The dungeon could be a gallery to his artistry with kink furniture. Even
the standard pieces bore marks of his creativity, and genius. All of them made with a subs comfort in mind while allowing the Dom the ultimate access to her body.

  Not long to go. Calla undid her belt and discarded her robe on a nearby hook inserted into the wall. She sank down into a classic slave pose, knees apart, hands upturned on her thighs, head bent forwards. Breathing in and out, Calla did her best to clear her mind to endure a long wait. After their argument and the way she had avoided him, Calla assumed Flynn would make her wait for her punishment.

  The door opened and Calla almost jerked her head up in surprise. Flynn must’ve been right on time. Two pairs of boots sounded on the wooden floors, punctuated by the sound of the door closing. Calla waited and strained her ears to hear everything happening around her. When Flynn spoke, it was from only a few feet in front of her.

  “Look at me, sub.” Flynn’s tone was devoid of command. In its place he sounded apologetic. Calla raised her head and realised her expression must have shown her confusion. The half smile on his face matched the weariness in his eyes. “I’m sorry.” She cocked her head, not knowing what the apology was for. “On the same day I asked you to spend the rest of your life with me, I gave you some grim options on how I would keep you out of that life.” He sighed. “I can’t say this will not be a recurring theme in our marriage. But now I’m trying.”

  “Thank you, Master.” Calla’s shoulders relaxed. He apologised. There were no further explanations. The matter of whether she would go to Vancouver with him in the morning was unresolved. His apology was progress.

  “Master Chamberlain is sitting to your right.” Flynn was all business as he prepared to start the scene. “He has agreed to observe our scene this evening. There will be no interaction between the two of you, but we will forgive him for any sexual acts he makes on his person.” He wore a knowing smile.