by P Nelson
“No. I am going to go back to the safe house.” Calla sounded forlorn.
“Come down to the office. Linkin won’t like us both in the same place, but I have positive news from my legal team. The prosecutor has until midnight to come up with her evidence against me, or she must drop the charges.”
“That’s great news Flynn.” Her voice perked up and Flynn was glad he had shared the news with her even if it didn’t sit right with him.
“Tell Cass and Nick you’re coming down to see me. We’ll order in lunch and figure the rest of our day out from here.” Flynn offered.
“We should celebrate at the club tonight.” Calla sounded excited. Flynn knew she was thinking about the sniper, but didn’t want to mention it. He decided not to either. Alwen and the sniper were two different problems. One at a time.
“Even better, we can discuss what limits you’re going to allow me to push tonight.” Flynn’s head went straight to the gutter thinking about all the nasty things he wanted to do to her.
Calla’s husky laugh came over the line. “Deal.”
Chapter Seventeen
“Are you taking me up to your evil lair?” Calla laughed climbing up the stairs ahead of him. Flynn relaxed further. When she had arrived an hour ago, Calla’s shoulders were up around her ears. No matter how many times he asked her to tell him what happened at her moms’ house, Calla refused. Maybe this would teach her to keep secrets that hurt her.
“Keep climbing sub.” Flynn ordered. The stairwell to the uppermost room of Banroch Tower narrowed to where his shoulders brushed the walls on either side. The near claustrophobia didn’t appear to bother Calla. She held a hand out to the wall on one side to keep her balance.
“I suppose I needed exercise after all the donuts Joe made me eat.” She joked.
“You needed them.” Flynn commented. She loved pastries and didn’t indulge enough for his liking.
“Do you have a key?” Calla tried to open the decorated door at the top of the stairs. The moulding was decorated in the building’s famous art déco style. The actual door was solid wood, carved into a distinct diamond pattern. He pulled a skeleton key from an inside pocket in his suit jacket.
“It so happens I do.” Flynn leaned around Calla’s slender frame and fitted the key in the door.
“I will find a dungeon behind here?” Calla asked. The door lock clicked.
“Why don’t you find out?” Flynn stepped back giving Calla the room to open the door on her own. After he finished his call with her this morning, he had had this room cleaned. She glanced behind her with a smile promising adventure and pushed the door open.
“Oh, Flynn, it’s beautiful.” She stepped inside and walked to the middle of the space. There were boxes piled against the walls, along with furniture draped in dust covers. But it took nothing away from the majesty of the space. “I’m surprised you don’t have at least a St Andrew’s cross up here.”
“My great grandfather had it built for his mistress.” Flynn commented walking over to the stain glass windows. “Arthur and I played up here as kids, but when I took over the company.” Flynn shrugged. “I played in dungeons and never needed somewhere to hide my mistress.”
“And you never will.” Calla’s dry comment forced his mouth into a smile.
“Well, you’ll know where to find her.” Flynn turned around and stared at the woman he asked to marry him only a few short days ago.
“Hilarious.” Calla sniffed and went to inspect some furniture hidden under the protective sheets. “It’s hard to believe all of this will be over in a couple of hours.” Calla commented not looking at him.
“I had the same reaction.” Flynn leaned against the granite of the outer wall. He stared up into the dome of the room where seahorses and stylised fish danced around clamshells.
“That after all the trouble we’ve gone through, a simple statement from the prosecutor will end everything?” Calla looked up and Flynn caught her stare. “It can’t fix anything. Without knowing who financed the actual corporate espionage at Enbridge. The connection to the feds. Your ex wife, not to mention the Reverend. It can never be over.”
“I’ll make it safe for you.” Flynn stated a vow.
“I don’t want you to make it safe for me.” Calla turned with her arms across her middle. “I want it to be safe for both of us. For the people we love.” She glanced away. Flynn knew she was thinking of the subs who had died at the hands of the Reverend. The scars Thea lived with every day after her abduction. Nick almost dying. Joe being shot.
“It’s been a hell of a year, Calla.” Flynn shook his head. “If I hadn’t succumbed to pressure, we could’ve weathered the storm together. But I’m greedy enough to want you by my side.” He reached into his inside coat pocket again and pulled out a small red box.
“Flynn?” Calla made his name a question.
“The stress of the last few months has been heavy.” Flynn walked forward. “I thought this would be a beautiful space to present you with your engagement ring.” He half smiled, feeling shy for the first time in his life. “Despite what my great grandfather once used this room for, it is beautiful.” He opened the red leather box and watched Calla’s expression.
“Oh my.” She murmured. “For me?” She gazed up at him, confusion and surprise in her tone.
“Calla Jones. You’ve already agreed to marry me. Wear my engagement ring. I know you want a collar, and I assure you it’s on its way. But.” He removed the ring from its soft bed and held it out. “I’d love for you to wear this now.”
“Thank you.” Calla breathed. She brought her hand up to receive the multi carat square cut ruby surrounded by diamonds. The natural light from the windows refracted the colours of the gemstone on to her skin. “It’s stunning.” Calla held her hand up to her face to study the ring more.
“You need not worry it came off the finger of some poor Banroch wife whose husband cheated all over her.” Flynn commented. “It’s a tradition for men in my family to purchase a new engagement ring. Because of the cheating.” Calla grinned up at him before she threw herself into his arms.
“I love you. Thank you.” She kissed him on the lips. Flynn pressed his advantage and deepened the kiss. Wrapping one arm around Calla and using his other to pull her hair just enough to light up her scalp. Calla groaned and pressed her body further into his own. She was out of breath by the time, he lifted his lips.
“You didn’t need to get me anything.” Calla admonished him.
“As my future wife you will need to become accustomed to me spoiling you.” Flynn half smiled at her. “And spanking your ass every chance I get.”
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“Yes please.” Calla murmured. She knew he was distracting her from her mom, the assassin, and the prosecutor’s office. But right at this moment she didn’t care. She wanted a distraction from the worry growing in her gut, warning her not everything would be right by midnight tonight. After all, Cinderella lost her prince, and she turned back to the girl she had once been at just the same time.
“You have been a handful since you came back from the estate.” Flynn murmured, tucking an errant strand of her hair away from her face. A finger traced down the side of her cheek to her lips. “I think my sub needs a good old fashioned spanking.” Calla’s gaze flicked to the door, before returning to his face. A whole building full of Banroch employees were working only steps away, downstairs.
“Are you sure you want to do this? Here?” Calla huffed out. She wanted to hold the connection Flynn’s discipline always brought. But they weren’t alone all the way up here. “We can wait until we get to The Cage.” They had agreed on a private scene in his private room. “I know you want to be amongst your friends at The Cage. We can use the private room and then mingle.” Calla offered.
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“Are you trying to top me from the bottom?” Flynn’s voice was too casual sending off alarm bells in Calla’s head.
“No, Master.” Calla replied. Eyes lowered.
“Yes, Master.” Calla licked her lips. Flynn’s blood pumped hard. The day may have taken some strange turns, and he couldn’t count on any of the promises made to him, except for this one. Calla walked to the door, and he understood without a doubt she would lock the door and wait for his further instructions.
“What is your safe word?” He asked when she turned back around again.
“Red, Master.” Calla informed him. Flynn glanced around at the boxes and covered furniture. He lifted a few of the covers, Flynn found what he needed. An art déco chair with a back, but not sides. He pulled the chair out of the pile and made sure there wasn’t any dust on it.
“Good. I want you to take off your clothes and come and lay face down across my knee.” He instructed, undoing the buttons on the front of his jacket and setting the item aside. With the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to the elbow, Flynn sat down on the chair, knees wide enough to accommodate the erection burning in the front of his pants. Calla folded her shirt and placed it on the pile of clothes at her feet. “You look perfect, my sub.”
“Thank you, Master.” Calla smiled at him, playing with the ring on her finger.
“You must become accustomed to wearing my ring.” Flynn commented watching the action. “Wait until you see the collar I’ve planned for you.” He used a hand to motion her forward. “Come, sub. Let’s get on with this.”
“You will have one spoiled sub if you’re not careful.” Calla warned him walking forward. The sway of her hips went straight to his cock. His hands itched to turn her ass red, lick the tears from her face.
“I’m sure I can handle her.” Flynn reached out and grabbed one of her ass cheeks. She sighed. “Come sit across my knee little sub. Master has something for you.” He took a deep breath, relaxing into the scene.
“Yes, Master.” Calla grinned before lying face down over his knee. Flynn helped her position her body so she wouldn’t fall from his lap or squash her breasts. With one hand on her lower back he held her in place and admired the curve of her ass cheeks with his other hand. He slipped his hand between her legs, dragged a finger over her asshole, causing Calla to tense up underneath him. Flynn continued to tease down her crease until he found her slit. With a finger inside her, Flynn breathed deep.
“Fuck, sub. You’re wet for me. Do you want my cock?” He asked pushing his finger deeper inside.
“Yes, Master. I want you to fuck me with your cock.” Calla gasped.
“I will. After you take your spanking.” Flynn withdrew his finger. “No need to count, sub. This is not a punishment. It’s for both of us.”
“Yes, Master.” Calla replied before Flynn’s hand came down to pepper smacks on her ass. Her body tensed under the little assault, the sting getting her skin ready for his hand.
“We will begin.” Was the only warning Flynn gave here before his hand came down on her ass. He stared in satisfaction at the blush of his handprint on her skin. Calla let out a sigh, and he brought his hand back down for another smack. The sound of his hand hitting her ass coupled with her moans as she relaxed into the spanking made his cock grow harder even as it unwound the tension in her shoulders.
This is what he’d needed on his first arrival in Vancouver. The need to come separately to the city was for her safety. But he needed this outlet with her. She was the only sub he had ever played with that provided this bone deep tranquillity. There was no other place he was in this moment, than smacking this woman’s ass. Calla’s head slumped against his leg and Flynn smiled. His sub had found subspace. The tension had been eating her alive and he, her Dom, gave her the peace she needed to relax.
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“I have no water.” Flynn’s rough voice pulled Calla out of the vestiges of subspace. She blinked up at him and was powerless to prevent a sigh escaping her lips. His strong arms tightened for a second. She liked being naked in his arms while Flynn still clothed. Some subs she knew hated the vulnerability. But being exposed to her master gave up her vanity to him and had always appealed to her.
“It’s ok. Sometimes I think you’re going to over hydrate me.” Calla giggled at his surprised look. “The first thing I hear you say when we’ve finished a scene is: do you want to some water?” Flynn looked like he was thinking over her words.
“I’ve never thought about it, but I guess you’re right.” He leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead. “Maybe I should tell you I love you and then ask if you want water.”
“You should do whatever you want.” Calla replied being diplomatic. She would not fall into the trap of telling her Dom what to do.
“I’ll take your concerns into consideration.” Flynn had been trying to bait her. Calla wasn’t a green sub. It would take a hell of a lot more to catch her trying to top from the bottom. Every sub did it. “Now, I can go back downstairs and get you some water and chocolate? Or I can eat your pussy until you come all over my face.” Calla’s stomach dipped and her thighs clenched.
“Water is overrated.” Calla stared up at him.
“So you would like me to eat your pussy?” Flynn asked. Part of what Calla loved about the kink world and her Dom was the raw sexuality. He said what he wanted, and he liked her to be open with her needs. There was no space for maybes.
“Yes.” Calla grinned up at him no self consciousness in her reply. “I want you to eat my pussy until I come all over your face.”
“Good girl.” Flynn praised raising a hand to run his fingers through her hair. “And what will you do for your master?”
“May I suck master’s cock?” Calla questioned.
“Your master may want to come in your pink pussy.” Flynn appeared thoughtful. “We’ll see how good of a girl you are.” He shifted his big body underneath her. “Can you stand up?” Call stretched in his arms and smiled.
“I’m good now.” She assured him.
“Perfect. Stand up and kneel on this chair facing the back. You can use the back to balance. Open your legs up as far as you can without overbalancing.” Flynn instructed.
“Yes, Master.” Calla replied. Flynn set her on the ground in front of the chair they had been occupying. It was a delight in art déco fantasy with carved legs and pretty, but faded upholstery. She waited until Flynn stood up, watched for a second as he undid the buttons on the front of his shirt. Glimpsed the naked chest she wanted pressed against her skin before placing a knee on the cushion on the chair.
Calla reached a hand out and grasped onto the carved wooden back of the chair and raised her other leg up. The seat on the chair was generous enough she could get her knees apart enough for her master to glimpse her pussy. She waited holding her breath. Anticipation of the pain or pleasure to come was a part of the scene. It heightened her senses to the point she could hear Flynn’s shirt rustling behind her, the disturbance in the air as he moved.
“Beautiful.” Flynn announced, his warm breath against her pussy. She held still even though her instinct was to press her folds into his face. Calla would receive a fantastic smack on the ass if she didn’t give Flynn his time with her body. “This is just a sample of the pain and pleasure we’ll enjoy tonight.” He used the full of his tongue to lick all the way from the bottom of her slit to her asshole. Calla’s legs quivered as she did her best to stay still. A hand pressed into her back. “Arch, just like this.” She complied. Flynn rewarded her with another lick. “Perfect, sub.”
Calla exhaled on a moan. Flynn’s hands grabbed each of her ass cheeks and spread them apart a second before his hot mouth landed on her pussy and ate. He licked, chewed and bit into her soft flesh. He teased out her pleasure with expertise. Calla moaned and squealed not bothering to hide her delight as Flynn built the pressure of an orgasm deep in her belly. He used the tip of his tongue to press down on her clit and wiggle before sp
eaking.
“Does my sub deserve an orgasm?” His tone mild.
“Yes please, Master.” Calla begged. He pressed the tip of his tongue to her most sensitive area and worked her clit until her chest heaved with sobs. Just a little more. He stopped. Blew on her pussy.
“Come for me, sub.” He demanded and sucked her clit into his mouth. Calla’s orgasm was instantaneous. Flynn had worked her up into such frenzy; her body only had one option. Pleasure raced through her limbs. She pushed her ass towards Flynn and her back flexed. The force of her orgasm causing her fingers to dig into the wood frame of the chair. Her shout of pleasure bumped around the room and echoed from the dome-shaped ceiling.
“Master.” She whispered, her head lolling forward to recover.
“You want more.” Flynn said from behind her. “I have such a greedy sub.” He commented.
“Yes, Master. Very greedy.” It didn’t take long for the orgasm to wear off and need to pulse through her veins again.
“I like my subs greedy.” That was the last thing Flynn said before his mouth came down on her pussy again. She was slick and swollen from her orgasm, Flynn seemed to delight in licking up her arousal. Moaning and at one point, his finger fit in her channel, working her G spot with precision. It didn’t take long before he built her back up to where the pressure to come caused her limbs to shake and sobs to erupt out of her mouth.
“Please, Master. I need to come again.” Her voice so high pitched Calla wasn’t sure if he could understand what she said. He licked her pussy and raising his face away for a second. His finger still worked her from the inside.
“How much do you need to come?” He sounded rough. Like he was holding in his deep emotion. That only served to amp up the anticipation already frothing over inside Calla. She wanted to come for him. Show him how much pleasure she gave him.
