Our First Dance

by P Nelson

  “Yes, Master.” Calla let her eyes fall back to the room as Flynn gently nudged her inside. The space was large, dominated by a large wrought-iron bed in the middle adorned with black silk sheets. A door to a bathroom stood to one side containing a black iron-clawed bathtub as well as a large glass enclosed shower. There were various large pieces of furniture around the room; some like the spanking bench and the St Andrew’s cross were more obviously for BDSM rather than the more innocuous-looking ottoman. The floor was covered with thick carpets and even though the room was well lit; it felt cosy.

  “How do you greet your Master, little girl?” Flynn asked as he wound Calla’s hair around his fist, giving it a light tug.

  Calla bent her knees immediately and sunk into her slave pose. Flynn let go of her hair as she went down. She felt more comfortable the second time as she wrapped her arms around her back to try and grab her elbows again. A minute passed before Flynn spoke out again.

  “Beautiful, little girl.” Flynn’s words made pride rise in her chest at the thought she had pleased him. “When we enter my private dungeon, you will greet me like this, except you will take all your clothes off first. I want to see what belongs to me. Do you understand, little girl?”

  “Yes, Master”, Calla replied. The thong was really digging into her wet and swollen pussy and she wanted to rock back and forth to get some friction on her clit.

  “We are going to get to know one another now, little girl.” Flynn’s voice was moving around the room, and she peeked up to look at him. He was standing in front of a large piece of furniture that looked like a dresser with many different-sized drawers. Calla watched with a dry mouth as Flynn opened and closed drawers. “What is your safe word, Calla?” She immediately looked down at the floor again.

  “Red, Master. My safe word is red”, Calla choked out. Flynn chuckled as he came back across the room to stand in front of her. His black boots appearing in front of her.

  “You need to try and keep your focus on what is happening to your body, little girl, instead of trying to see what I’m up to.” Flynn’s words made Calla flush at being caught snooping when she was supposed to be focusing on keeping her slave pose. “Stand up.” He ordered and stepped back. Without Flynn’s hand to help her up, Calla felt ungainly as she pushed her shoulders back.

  “Take off the corset and the thong. Leave them on the ground.” Flynn barked out his orders, and Calla shivered at the command in his voice. Calla reached around her with slightly aching arms from holding them behind her back and undid the clips on the corset. The garment slid to the ground and Calla breathed in a sigh of relief. She inspected her breasts and stomach as she leaned over to pull the thong out from her ass and pussy. The corset had left red marks on her skin for her master. Stepping out of the thong, she stood straight again and waited for her master’s orders. The temperature in the room was warm, but she still felt the fine hair on her skin stand on end.

  Flynn walked over to Calla and took a leisurely stroll around her naked body. Her breathing began to speed up again as he looked his fill. “You’re gorgeous, little girl. I want to touch every inch of you.” He placed one finger under her chin and lifted her face. “As your training Dom, I need to know how much pain you can actually take. Tonight, I’m going to push your limits until we’re both satisfied you have done your best for me. Do you understand?” He asked as his blue eyes pierced her own.

  “Yes, Master, I understand.” Calla answered, her voice clear. She wanted this. Had wanted Flynn’s hands punishing her since she had met him in the interview on Monday. The wild attraction she had felt all week was now coalescing between her thighs, and Calla was afraid she might break apart.

  “Good, let’s start with a good old-fashioned spanking.” Flynn let go of her chin. “I want you to walk over to me on all fours Calla and I want you to beg me to spank you.” Flynn finished before turning around and walking over to a black, covered Victorian-looking armchair. He sat down with his legs apart and his naked back against the fabric, watching Calla fixedly.

  This was her first submissive test. She recognised that Flynn wanted her to surrender and ask for what she needed. Once she did, as her master, he would provide. The test downstairs with Master Dillon was for her as a psychologist, this test was for the submissive within.

  Falling to her knees on the carpet, Calla brought her hands out in front of her. Never in her life had she begged to be spanked or been put in a position as exposed as this. Tamping down her fear of rejection, she began to take hesitant steps towards Flynn who looked even bigger sitting in his high-backed chair.

  “Good girl.” Flynn praised and Calla watched as he adjusted his erection in the front of his leathers. “You are too much in your head, little girl, you have to let go of all your doubts and focus on your master.”

  Calla stopped in front of him and sat up, leaning back on her feet, looking up at Flynn. She licked her lips a few times. “Master Flynn, will you please spank me?”

  “Open your legs wider, I want to see what belongs to me.” Flynn’s eyes narrowed on Calla’s pussy. She did as requested and opened her legs wider for him. She felt the cooler air touch her slick folds and felt a sense of urgency sweep over her.

  “Please, Master, I want you to spank my ass.” Calla asked again, this time in a higher voice. “I’ve wanted to feel your hands on me since we met in your office on Monday.”

  Flynn looked like he was very happy with her answer as he leaned forward and cupped both of her breasts. He massaged the globes and rubbed a thumb over her already sensitive nipples. “I like the marks the corset left on your skin, little girl.” He pinched both of Calla’s nipples at the same time making her cry out and arch against his hands. “Ask me one more time, beautiful, I love hearing you beg.”

  “Master Flynn, will you please lay me across your knee and spank my ass? I want your palms to warm my flesh and make my pussy wet”, Calla added enjoying the fact that Flynn’s breathing had spiked as he listened to her dirty talk. In one quick movement, Flynn grabbed Calla and placed her over his knee. Using one of his fingers, he thrust up inside of Calla’s wet channel making her cry out with pleasure.

  “I think my little girl is already very wet.” Flynn’s voice sounded as if he were speaking around a mouthful of gravel. “Since she has been such a good girl, I think she deserves an orgasm before I start her punishment. What do you think, Calla?” Flynn asked as he pushed another finger inside of Calla’s pussy and began pumping in a steady rhythm.

  “Yes, please, Master Flynn. Oh God, please more, more, more.” Calla was writhing on Flynn’s lap begging and not making much sense as she felt him pull his hand out and pinch her clit hard. The pressure made her stop breathing for a moment before a long wail erupted out of her throat. Crying out loudly, Calla felt Flynn’s free hand on her shoulders, holding her down as his other wicked hand brought the orgasm of her life to a close. “Thank you, Master.” Calla’s voice sounded thick as her muscles released, and she relaxed into a languid heap on his lap.

  Flynn lifted the fingers that had been inside of Calla to his lips and licked them clean. She was fucking delicious, just as she had been downstairs. He could feel her arousal rising as she watched Dillon begin to punish Arianna. In truth, he had wanted to see what her reaction to Dillon playing at the club would be. Would she storm out, or would she stop and consider everything that was happening around her and come to her own conclusions. He liked to think she had realised that he would never let someone play here who abused women.

  When she had undressed in front of him, Flynn had to hold himself back from throwing her on the bed and fucking her. She was his training sub for BDSM, not to be fucked vanilla on her first night at the club. Flynn commanded her to crawl over to him to regain some of his composure, but watching her breasts swing from side to side made his balls tighten to the point of pain.

  Now that Calla was spread naked over his lap replete from the first of many orgasms he wanted to give her this evening
, his cock felt so hard he wasn’t sure if he could get his leathers off without shooting his seed all over them.

  “Are you ready for your spanking?” Flynn asked, as he kneaded Calla’s fantastic ass. He grabbed handfuls of flesh and squeezed until he heard her breathing hitch.

  “Yes, Master, I want you to spank my ass”, Calla replied in a voice filled with satisfaction.

  “We’ll start with ten smacks.” Flynn rubbed his hands down her thighs. “Every ten smacks I will stop, and you will tell me where you are, using the stop light system. Red is stop, yellow is pause, and green is continue. I do not require a count since this is not a real punishment.”

  “Yes, Master.” Calla’s voice sounded more grounded as if she were preparing for her spanking. Flynn raised his hand with a smile and felt the familiar rush of adrenaline and power as he brought his hand down for the first time. Calla jerked on his lap and a loud breath left her mouth. She would learn that Flynn took his punishment of subs very seriously. He followed the first smack with another nine all hitting her in a different spot on her ass and on the tops of her thighs. Her initial reaction had lessened until she was moaning and panting on his lap.

  “Where are you, Calla?” Flynn asked he finished the last smack to her ass. It took her a second to respond, but Flynn didn’t rush her. He revelled in the way he had made her boneless and spacey with only ten strikes.

  “I’m green, sir.” Calla’s voice was low and sexy as hell.

  Flynn widened his legs even more to give his erection some relief against the strain of his leathers. Raising his hand in anticipation once again, he brought it down, letting his senses focus entirely on the woman lying across his lap. He felt her quiver with every strike, her body relaxing as she let go of her everyday problems, and they settled into a pulsing tempo together. Again, he stopped at ten and pressed his hands into her ass, holding the stinging heat into her flesh.

  “Where are you, little girl?” Flynn’s voice sounded rough to his ears, but he didn’t care. The woman over his lap was testing his control as a Dom and as maddening as it was to feel like he was slipping into frenzy, he relished the challenge. He wanted to be the right Dom for her.

  “I’m green, master. You feel so good”, Calla added, and Flynn’s chest tightened at the unexpected praise. She was enjoying this as much as he. In the past, he believed that his subs were getting everything they needed, but he was mistaken. He had learned his lesson, and now with Calla, he could easily detect her enjoyment.

  “Good girl”, Flynn responded. His hand was tingling from the spanking he had already given her, and he slipped his fingers down her ass and tested her pussy. It was wet, and when he pushed two fingers inside, the muscles contracted around him. He wanted his cock inside of her, but he wanted to last. Pushing the thought of spending himself inside her wet warmth, Flynn pulled his fingers out and set about giving Calla another ten smacks.

  This time when he asked Calla what her colour was, she didn’t respond, and Flynn knew he had sent her into subspace. He lifted Calla so that she rested her head against his chest with her legs draped over one side of the chair. Her eyes were glassy as Flynn stroked her back bringing her down. He had never brought a sub this deep into subspace so quickly, and he felt pride swell in his chest. Calla was getting what she needed because of him. She blinked a couple of times and stared at Flynn’s face.

  “I was in subspace?” she asked more than stated.

  “Yes.” Flynn couldn’t keep the smile off his face.

  “No other Dom has done that for me.” She looked into his eyes with wonder, and Flynn felt as if he could climb any mountain, face any obstacle.

  “I’m glad I was the one to get you there.” Flynn said and groaned as she wriggled her bottom. “Now it’s time for you to give back to your master.”

  Flynn stood up easily with Calla’s weight in his arms. He strode over to the bed where he laid her out on top of the sheets with her head just off the side of the bed. Her nipples were still tight and ready for his mouth and fingers. Her pussy looked like a ripe peach ready to be eaten. Flynn reached for the fly of his leathers and gently undid the zip. His cock came out into his hand, hard and aching for the woman who was spread out before him. Pushing his leathers all the way off and kicking them away, Flynn stepped up to Calla’s upturned face. She was watching him with half-lidded eyes, taking in his erection. Flynn pressed the head to her lips.

  “Open wide, little girl. Take your master’s cock in your sweet fucking mouth.” He said as he pushed past her lips and sank into her wet heat. Calla came out of her trance and ran her tongue over the top of his cock forcing a groan to come out of Flynn’s mouth. He pressed more of his thick length into her mouth, and Calla enthusiastically licked and sucked his cock with abandon. “Use your hands, that’s it, stroke your master’s cock.” Flynn was enjoying her attentions so much he held out for another minute before he started to pump his hips a bit more, fucking her face. “Keep your mouth open and stick your tongue out.”

  Calla did as she was instructed, her eyes watering from the exertion of his cock slipping in and out of her mouth. Drool began to slip from between her lips and still she sucked harder, making her cheeks blow in and out with her effort.

  “Fuck yes, little girl, take all of it”, Flynn grunted out as he reached down and stroked Calla’s exposed neck. “I’m going to come, and I want you to swallow every last drop, little girl.” Redoubling her efforts, Calla moaned around his cock at his words, and he glanced up to see her rubbing her thighs together trying to get some friction. The blowjob was turning her on so much she wanted to come again. The thought she might come servicing his cock made his balls tighten further, the base of his spine tingled as sperm rose up his hard cock and shot out the end and into her mouth. Flynn shouted until he felt hoarse as wave after wave of semen emptied into her mouth, and he watched her throat as she tried to swallow all of it like a good sub.

  She continued to lick him clean as the orgasm ended, and he pulled his cock out of her mouth. Heaving a great sigh of satisfaction, Calla licked her lips and, with the back of her hand, wiped off the semen that had dripped down the side of her face.

  “Here.” Flynn stepped to the side for a second before returning with a something to wipe her hands on. Calla wiped her face and her hands before she gave the used wipe back. Flynn was looking down at her like she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

  “Who are you?” he asked, as he stroked her cheek lightly.

  “You make me feel beautiful.” Calla sighed, and she felt the ache start up in her nipples and between her legs once again.

  Flynn walked around to the other side of the bed and used her ankles to pull her farther onto the mattress. Her head was no longer hanging off the edge, and she used her elbows to support herself as she looked down at Flynn who was spreading her legs wide.

  “You’re fucking gorgeous, Calla, and I’m a very lucky Dom tonight.” The words were so sincere they made tears come into Calla’s eyes. Biting her lip, Calla realised that she didn’t want the training period to end. She wanted to keep Master Flynn forever.

  “Thank you, Master”, Calla murmured as he crawled up her body and stopped when his face was a mere few inches from her own.

  “There are so many things I want to do to you, little girl, and the night is young.” Master Flynn said with a wicked grin before he leaned down kissed her on the lips, forcing her mouth open so he could explore every inch of her with his probing tongue. Calla melted against the claiming quality of the kiss. Releasing her mouth, Flynn trailed kisses down the side of her neck using his tongue to taste the base of her throat, just above her collarbone.

  Her breathing hitched as he moved lower and used one hand to cup one of her breasts and squeeze lightly. Calla moaned at the feeling of his roughened hands against her flesh and trembled as he blew warm breath over her distended nipple. Using his nose, he nudged the puckered flesh and Calla’s breath hitched again as his tongue shot out and circ
led the tiny bud. The air on the wet nipple made the flesh cooler, further hardening the tightened peak. Calla wriggled her shoulders trying to get Flynn to finally close his mouth over her tortured flesh, but he kept drawing lazy circles around her areola. Flynn pulled his head back and slapped Calla hard on her breast, making her cry out.

  “Be still, little girl”, he commanded, and Calla’s eyes watered. “You take the pleasure I give you.”

  “Yes, Master.” Calla knew her voice sounded hesitant. She wanted to demand that he take her with his cock and fuck her hard, but she realised that this was his time, and he wanted to play with his new toy.

  “Good girl.” Flynn tilted forward and sucked her nipple and areola into his mouth, causing Calla to groan as she tried to keep her body still. He sucked hard and used his teeth to scrape along her flesh. Once he was done torturing that peak, he moved to the other breast and lavished the same attention on it. Calla arched her spine off the mattress and dug the back of her head into the sheets to stay still. He released her nipple with an audible pop and Calla peered down her body. She had never seen her nipples look so angry and red let alone distended so far out from her body. The sight made her pussy clench, and she fought against thrusting her hips forward.

  “Sometime really soon I’m going to decorate these precious jewels with pretty little clamps”, Flynn murmured as he inspected his handiwork and blew on each one causing Calla to whimper in protest. “I love watching you struggle for me, little girl, you’re so fucking gorgeous.”

  Flynn trailed kisses down Calla’s stomach and she held her breath as he made his way closer to her core. He dipped his tongue into her belly button and she let out a breath as he teased her small hole giving Calla a preview of what he was going to do to her pussy. Calla was reaching her breaking point and the noises coming out of her mouth were begging for release.