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

by P Nelson

  “Sub revolution, I’m telling you.” Delaney said with feeling.

  “Everyone knows about your revolution.” Calla told her. “Even Master Flynn.”

  “Good.” Delaney smiled. “They’re forewarned.” She sighed and stared off into the distance. “It’s great to have you back Calla. The dungeon hasn’t been the same without you.” Delaney let go of Misty, gave Calla a peck on the cheek and trotted away. Calla watched as she got down to her knees in front of her masters.

  “Always been a trouble maker.” Misty’s voice held nostalgia. “I better be off too. I’ve got a hot date with a young Dom. Going to put him through his paces.” She grinned at Calla.

  “If you ever want to talk.” Calla offered. The older woman shook her head.

  “I did my time on the couch after my master died. Master Linkin and Master Martin made sure we followed his wishes to the letter. I’ve said my piece.” Misty replied.

  “Have fun.” Calla returned.

  “Oh, I plan to.” Misty walked away to find her play partner for the evening. Calla listened to the remaining subs discuss dungeon gossip and relaxed. This was where she was supposed to be.

  &

  Flynn wanted to get to his sub. He watched as she spoke with the other subs, nodding her head at whatever they were saying. They had played together a few times over the last few weeks, but her wrist had taken several surgeries along with getting back into the groove of her practice. Flynn provided the space she needed. But her reprieve was over. And since she had worn the brand new corset and boy shorts, he had purchased her, Calla was ready for a scene too.

  “You must excuse me, gentleman. I have a sub to attend to.” Flynn announced to the surrounding group. There were a few chuckles.

  “Welcome back.” Gaige slapped him on the back. “We’ll catch up later.”

  “We have to plan your bachelor party.” Dillon wagged his eyebrows and rubbed his hands together like an old school villain.

  “I’ve done my best not to end up in jail over the last few weeks, I expect you to keep my ass out of it too!” Flynn warned him.

  “Everything will be above board. I assure you.” Flynn was unconvinced. The former porn star turned producer had too much imagination for one person.

  “Don’t worry. I’ll vet everything.” Gaige assured Flynn.

  “Party pooper.” Dillon shot back.

  “Thanks.” Flynn was saying thank you a lot more these days. Because of Calla. She had shown him he hadn’t ever been an island.

  “Shit. I might have to have a drink.” Dillon joked.

  “I’m marking this day on my calendar.” Gaige commented.

  “Assholes.” Flynn shook his head and took their ribbing in good stead. “Later.” He left the group of men he considered his equals and searched for his sub. She had migrated over to a public demonstration on the proper use of the quirt by Master Keith and his sub Hartley. The trauma surgeon was explaining the potential damage the misuse of the crop might cause if not implemented correctly.

  Calla stood in the middle of a group of subs, absorbed in what was happening on stage. She was the unofficial Queen of the Dungeon. His permanent sub and soon to be his wife. Somehow knowing Melanie had never been his legal wife made everything so much sweeter.

  “What do I have to do to get someone to shove a plug in my ass?” Chamberlain came up beside him. Flynn turned and nodded at the other man. He was dressed in the requisite leather pants with cowboy boots. Chamberlain had been taking his Dom training, even getting private instruction with some senior Doms.

  “Depends on who you ask.” Flynn replied. “I’d get a sub to do it however. They let you fuck them afterwards.”

  “True.” Chamberlain nodded his head and looked up at the stage where Master Keith checked Hartley’s restraints and ensured her long honey coloured hair was out of the way. “Who made up the rule that if I want to do something to a sub, I have to have it done to me first, anyway?”

  “Who do you think?” Flynn asked back. Chamberlain was silent. His next words were serious and Flynn paid attention.

  “I’m going in deep.” Chamberlain sounded like his voice was excited and stressed. “Melanie is in the wind. But there have been rumours, whispers, of a woman playing in BDSM clubs in eastern Canada, even south of the border in the states. I will find her and make it safe for you and Calla.” Flynn had spoken to Chamberlain and Linkin of the threat Melanie posed to Calla. The woman had tried to kidnap her; there was nothing to say she wouldn’t try again. The Canadian Intelligence Community had cut all ties with her.

  “Be careful.” Flynn turned his head and waited until he had Chamberlain’s complete attention. “She’s a chameleon. I had no idea she wasn’t who she said she was, and I married her. True, it didn’t take long for the perfect sub persona to fall away. The accusations of abuse came next. But.” Flynn put extra emphasis on the last word. “There is a sub in there buried in the crazy bitch.”

  “The Russians train their spies from children. In camps. She might not even understand who she is.” Chamberlain affirmed. He looked at the scene. The sound of leather hitting flesh filled the air. “It’s my job to know her better than she knows herself. It’s the only way I’ll be able to capture her.” Flynn nodded mulling over his next words.

  “Thank you. I understand you burned contacts helping me out. And I wanted you to know I appreciate it.” It was Flynn’s last thank you for the night before he could torture his sub. Chamberlain glanced at him with a toothy grin, all Canadian cowboy.

  “I didn’t do it for you.” He nodded at Calla as she pushed through the crowd towards them standing at the back. “I did it for her.” Chamberlain made his pronouncement and pushed into the crowd.

  “Asshole.” Flynn swore at him. Calla frowned up at him.

  “Why are you swearing at Master Chamberlain?” She asked. “He saved our butts.”

  “And now I will enjoy time in your sweet butt.” Flynn leaned down and kissed the frown away from her forehead.

  &

  Calla stared up at the man she loved with her whole heart and wondered how she had gotten so lucky. She placed her hand in his.

  “Good. I can’t wait.” Calla grinned.

  “First you need a lot of punishment.” Flynn said back to her as he pulled her through the crowd with her good hand. Her wrist had been healing well, but the doctor didn’t recommend bindings or cuffs to be used for a while yet. Flynn had told her he held no disappointment. It meant he needed to be more imaginative.

  “Yes, please.” Calla laughed back at him. They were almost at the black metal spiral staircases at the rear of the dungeon when Master Diego stopped in front.

  “Welcome back.” Master Diego said to Flynn before he turned his attention on Calla.

  “Thank you.” Calla acknowledged back. “I played in the dungeon at the estate, Master Diego. Your work is beautiful.” She praised. He nodded his head. But there was something in his eyes Calla found concerning. “Are you all right, Master Diego?”

  “Nothing a good scene with a willing sub won’t cure.” He answered back. His tone half hearted even though he tried to appear different.

  “We’ll leave you to it.” Flynn clapped the man on his back. “He grabbed Calla’s hand again and walked with determination towards the stairs.

  “Worried we might never make it?” Calla joked as she climbed up the spiral ahead of him.

  “Damn right!” Flynn swore behind her. “Can’t people see I need to be inside you?”

  “Probably.” Calla reached the top of the steps. “But they need their chance to see you. Pay their respects.” Calla turned to the right, and the owned rooms at the club.

  “When did you become so wise?” Flynn asked when they stopped in front of the door furthest from the stairs. He punched in his code and opened the door.

  “When did you become so impatient?” Calla teased back. He grunted at her. All pretence at playfulness over once the door closed. Calla squared her s
houlders and went to the middle of the room. She untied the top of the corset and wiggled around before she could get the garment over her hips. The boy shorts followed. Calla sank down to her knees, naked, in the middle of the floor. Palms facing up, thighs spread wide. In the greeting her master liked. She waited with her head tilted down.

  “Are you ready to play, sub?” Flynn asked from somewhere behind her. She hadn’t looked around the room and couldn’t remember what equipment he might be contemplating.

  “Yes, master.” Calla replied. “What does Master wish of his sub?” Her question bathed with curiosity. Just sitting in this position made her blood race and her hormones kick into action. She wanted Flynn all over her.

  “Good.” Flynn’s boots sounded on the floor as he came around to stand in front of her. “I love the sight of my pussy. Look up at me.” Calla complied. “Perfect.” Flynn sighed. “My sub needs attention, but maybe not a punishment.” He held up the hand he held behind his back to reveal the vampire glove. He wiggled his fingers at her.

  “Yes, please Master.” Calla nodded. She loved the vampire glove. The metal spikes against her skin stroking away her stress was one of the ultimate BDSM pleasures.

  “Up onto the bed, lie face down to start.” Flynn ordered. Calla stood up and walked over to the bed. She crawled on one hand and one forearm to the centre of the bed, the brace around her wrist ensuring she did no damage. Calla lay her head down on a pillow. And waited for further instructions. They weren’t long in coming.

  “Hands up over your head and legs spread wide. I will not restrain you. But you will be open.” The bed dipped as Flynn joined her on the mattress. Calla spread her arms up over her head and stretched for a second. She spread her legs out as far as they would go, her thigh bumping into Flynn.

  “Perfect, sub.” Flynn murmured leaning over her. His lips brushed against the back of her neck sending shivers down her spine. Calla sighed when he trailed kisses down her back. He stopped short of her ass and bit into the globe of her ass. Calla let out a squeak and Flynn chuckled in response. “I will stroke from the tips of your fingers to your toes and everywhere in between.”

  “Thank you, Master.” Calla spoke into the pillow. The first contact of the vampire glove unique and exhilarating. The spikes smoothed along her skin, not scratching painfully. But the feeling Calla had when she scratched a great itch. By the time Flynn used the glove on her shoulders, Calla was purring. He took his time with the glove. She only felt pleasure. Her skin lighting up underneath his touch.

  The glove touching the inside her thighs had Calla considering begging for a fucking. She knew Flynn would have her. But when he was ready. That didn’t mean she couldn’t coax him along but just as she was about to beg, he spoke in a gravelly tone.

  “Flip over, sub. I think those perfect breasts of yours need attention.” He ordered and sat back while she flipped over. Calla experienced a momentary burn as the skin on her back came into contact with the sheets. It didn’t bother her, it was just another sensation to add to the pile Flynn layered over her central nervous system.

  Flynn moved between her legs and worked his way down her chest in long strokes. Calla’s pussy tightened every time the glove came into contact with her nipples. It was slow torture and by the expression on Flynn’s face he enjoyed every minute. One he reached her thighs, Calla watched under half-lidded eyes as Flynn removed the glove from his hand.

  “I think it’s time I fucked your sweet ass.” He announced.

  Flynn crawled off the bed on his knees and set the glove aside. He loved the way Calla responded to the vampire glove. The noises she made went straight to his cock. And he was so fucking hard; he had a hard time unzipping the front of his leathers.

  “Open your legs for me, sub.” He growled, pushing his leather pants down to his thighs, his erection free. Calla’s gaze zeroed in on what she wanted and she opened her legs for him. “Feet on the mattress, knees up.” Flynn chucked his pants away and got back onto the bed. He crawled over her and leaned down to kiss her mouth. “How much does my sub want her master’s cock in her ass?”

  “Very much, Master.” Calla pouted and stuck her lips out. He leaned down and sucked it into his mouth. He bit down with light teeth on the succulent flesh. She squirmed underneath him. He had been using the plug on her for the past few weeks, but he hadn’t fucked her ass. Flynn had wanted to save it for her collaring ceremony. But he needed a little taste.

  He let go of her lip; satisfied it was red and swollen. Her nipples were hard after the vampire glove and when he brushed his chest over them, Calla arched into his touch.

  “Good girl.” He praised and reached for the bottle of lube on the nightstand. Calla watched his every move. He sat up on his haunches, cock standing up between his thighs and pressed the bottle to her asshole. He squirted a dollop on the head of his dick before setting the bottle aside. With one hand he guided the head of his erection to her puckered asshole and teased her sensitive tissues. Calla moaned and tried to wiggle further onto him. He slapped both her breasts. She squeaked and stared up at him.

  “This is Master’s time. You had yours with the glove.” He instructed her. “If you’re not a good little subbie, I’ll jerk off and come on your tits. No anal time for you.” Calla stuck her tongue out again.

  “Yes, Master.” She agreed and Flynn watched as she grabbed onto the metal railing above her head to stay still. Flynn set his free hand beside her head and pushed his thighs into her legs. It pushed her asshole up further, a better angle to take her.

  In a circling motion, Flynn increased the pressure of the head of his cock to her asshole. Her asshole sucked in the head of his dick and they sighed.

  “How is that, sub?” Flynn didn’t move just examined the expressions on her face.

  “So good, Master.” Calla whined underneath him. It was all the encouragement he needed, to push further inside her. “You’re so big, Master.” She complained.

  “Does it stretch and burn, sub?” Sweat had broken out on his forehead, beading down his back and chest.

  “Yes, Master.” Calla answered in between her pants. “Good.” He pressed until he was inside her.

  “You are fucking heaven, sub.” Flynn stared down at her. He pressed kisses down her jaw line, up her neck.

  “Your cock fills me up, Master.” Calla groaned when he pulled out only to push back in again. He was on the edge. His balls tight up against his body. The pleasure of the woman underneath him was so great; Flynn had to modulate his breathing.

  “Bring your legs around my body.” Flynn balanced on his knees. “I will fuck your ass until you come all over my cock. He reached down and pulled Calla up into a seated position. The movement was hell on his dick and he bit the inside his lip. Once Calla was in the seated position, Flynn moved his hand down and pressed his finger to her clit.

  “Yes, Master.” Calla breathed out.

  “You come when you need to, baby.” Flynn instructed her before pumping inside her. He groaned, their sweat slickened bodies rubbing together. Her hardened nipples against his chest only compounding the pleasure. “Fuck yes.” He groaned when Calla’s eyes went wide. She opened her mouth and ground down on his cock at the same time he pinched her clit. “You come for Master.” He demanded. She did. Her asshole squeezing his cock so hard he couldn’t move. Come bubbled in his balls and lightening streaked down his spine. The need to fill her asshole up overwhelming. But he wanted to hold on a little longer.

  Once Calla’s shouting stopped, and she slumped her forehead onto his shoulder, Flynn laid her down underneath him. Without removing his cock from her asshole. Flynn lifted one leg. He placed both his hands under Calla’s ass. And stared down at where they joined.

  “Come for me, Master. I want your cum bubbling up inside my asshole.” Calla invited. Flynn flicked his gaze up at her and almost came at her self-satisfied expression.

  “Twenty for teasing Master.” He squeezed her ass cheeks hard and felt her buck agains
t him. “Better hang on.” That was all the warning he gave her before he fucked into her ass hard. She took every stroke he gave her. Wanting more. It was the reason they worked so well together. Calla accepted him for who he was. The complicated mess of him. And he accepted the fact she wasn’t just a sub, but a strong independent woman.

  All at once, Flynn’s balls tightened to where he yelled out. He jammed his cock as far as he could inside her and just let go. His semen shot inside her and he grunted as she flexed against his cock repeatedly. His perfect sub. There wasn’t anywhere else he wanted to be.