by P Nelson
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“You waiting for your sub?” Dillon said as he stood next to Flynn who turned to look at Dillon. Gone was the carefree man he once knew; in his place stood a man with too many burdens to carry alone.
“Hey, man, I saw your scene last night. It looked really good.” Flynn clapped his friend on the shoulder. In the past, Dillon would have shot back with a smart-ass comment about him ogling his cock or something similar. Now his face tensed, and he looked around at the crowd The Cage normally drew on a Saturday night. He rubbed his hand over the back of his neck.
“I was so nervous.” Dillon swallowed heavily. “I really thought I might throw up all over the stage and Arianna.” He shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut. “She was good to me.”
“Arianna is a great sub and an amazing lady.” Flynn watched his friend struggle and wished there was more he could do for him. “She wanted to help you, and you needed to scene. Get back into the groove.”
“My groove is gone, man.” Dillon’s voice was forlorn.
“No, man, you’re having a crisis of confidence. You’re going to get it back. I won’t let that bitch change you.” Flynn knew his voice had grown fierce, but he wasn’t giving up on Dillon. “I’m not going to let you give up on yourself, either.”
“Master Flynn.” Calla’s voice called his attention away from Dillon. He was so absorbed in the conversation he hadn’t looked at the ladies’ changing room doors. She sunk into slave pose in front of him wearing the black lacy bra and thong Flynn purchased for her and left in her locker. Stifling the urge in his now hard cock, wanting to drag her upstairs, Flynn held out his hand.
“You look gorgeous, girl.” Flynn commented as he held a hand out to Calla. She took it and stood up. He kissed her forehead before turning back to Dillon. “I want you to meet an old friend of mine, Master Dillon.” Flynn watched Calla’s face, but her expression remained professionally blank.
“It’s nice to meet you, Master Dillon.” She gave him a little smile, and Flynn squeezed the hand he had placed on her hip for encouragement. A shadow of a smile passed over Dillon’s lips as he took in Calla from the top of her head all the way down to her bare feet.
“So, you’re the new shrink?” Dillon asked after his perusal.
“Yes, I’ll be starting after my thirty-day training period with Master Flynn ends”, Calla explained. When Dillon said nothing further she added. “I watched your scene last night. It was very informative.”
Dillon’s brows shot into his hairline, and he laughed. Flynn watched his friend and felt grateful to Calla for the gift of this man’s mirth. He hadn’t heard Dillon laugh at anything since Holly had made her accusations.
“No one has ever said they found my scenes informative.” Dillon smiled at Calla for a second before a shadow passed over his face.
“You going to scene tonight, man?” Flynn asked quickly wanting to keep Dillon’s mind from going to wherever put that frown back in place.
“No.” Dillon lifted his hand to the back of his neck again, and he rubbed his skin. “I need a break. I’m not sure when I’ll scene again.” He tried to smile for Calla, but it was a paltry effort. Suddenly, Calla’s hand shot out, and she laid it on Dillon’s forearm. Flynn and Dillon both looked down at the hand as if they both weren’t sure about it resting there.
“Master Dillon, it’s in my professional nature to offer help when I see someone needs it”, Calla began, and Flynn watched her with curiosity. “You need to speak with me. Soon. Now, if I had the evening free, but I believe my Master has plans for me.” She smiled up at Flynn, and his heart nearly stopped at the trust and excitement he saw in her face. “This week, I’ll come to you or you’ll come to me. It’s going to happen so you’d better be prepared.” She gave Dillon’s arm a squeeze before releasing him.
“Are you sure she’s not a Domme?” Dillon joked.
“Very sure.” Flynn murmured as he watched his sub. She was turning out to be an asset to The Cage already, and she had only been there for two nights. Dillon had refused to talk to anyone about what happened with Holly. Even Gaige and he didn’t have all the details, and they were his closest friends at the club. “You’ll meet with Calla because you need to unburden yourself.” Dillon looked as if he wanted to argue. The Dom in him probably wanted to throw down right here in the dungeon at being ordered around, but he only nodded his head.
“Yeah, fine. Have a good night, Calla, Master Flynn.” He walked away and joined the throngs of people gathering to watch one of the demonstrations.
“Thank you.” Flynn looked down into Calla’s hazel eyes.
“I didn’t do it for you”, she said with a small smile. “But I’m happy to make my master proud”, Calla added shyly.
“You do make me proud.” Flynn answered back and kissed her chastely on the forehead. “We’re going straight up to my privacy room tonight. No demonstrations for you.”
Calla’s heart rate sped up at the thought of another evening at Flynn’s mercy. He had proven to be the master of her body last night, and she wanted to feel his dominance again tonight. “Yes, please, Master.” Calla answered. “I want you to have your wicked way with me.” She had felt a little self-conscious coming out of the changing room in the lacy black bra and thong that Flynn had left for her, but the look on his face as he had turned to her and devoured her with his eyes was worth it. Besides there were people naked and having sex all over the club right now.
“Let’s not waste any time, then.” Flynn wrapped a hand around her waist and began to pull her along. “As you know, the club won’t open again until Wednesday evening and there is no playing between Doms and their training subs outside the dungeon.”
“I understand that it’s for my safety, but it’s going to be a very long week without feeling your hands on me, Master.” Calla words were infused with true disappointment. Even being separated today had made her grind her teeth. She wanted more of Flynn, everything he had to offer. They walked to the back of the warehouse and went up the same staircase as before. This time when they entered Flynn’s private dungeon, Calla could see he had planned his evening before she arrived.
Stepping farther into the room, Calla unhooked the lacy bra from the back clasp and let it fall to her feet. She watched as Flynn flicked his heavy-lidded gaze over her naked breasts. She slowly hooked her thumbs in the waist of the thong and pulled it down her legs. Making sure to bend over and give him a good look at her pussy before she straightened again. As she stood, Calla groaned at Flynn’s cock fully aroused and pressing against the front of his leathers. The thought she could do this to him simply by undressing made her pussy wet. She took a breath and sank down into the slave pose he favoured with her hands holding her elbows behind her back.
Part II
“Open your legs a bit wider, little girl, I want to see your pussy”, Flynn ordered. Calla held in a smile as sparks of lust began to settle in her lower stomach. His voice had gone deep, and it spread over her naked body like warm chocolate. Keeping her balance as best she could, Calla opened her legs farther and heard Flynn walk back over to her. “Perfect, girl. Have you missed your master today?” He asked as he placed a hand on her head.
“Yes, Master”, Calla answered honestly. She had missed Flynn’s huge presence in her life. They had texted a few times, but it wasn’t the same as being the focus of his attention. She wanted to submit to him and feel the pleasure it gave her to know he was feeding from her actions. “I felt empty today without you.”
“You didn’t experience subdrop?” He questioned as he continued to walk around her.
“No, Master.” Calla had been angry with Sarah for questioning the lifestyle, but she hadn’t experienced any other negative feelings. She had felt refreshed, cleansed even from her night of debauchery with Flynn.
“What’s your safe word, little girl?” Flynn asked her in a gruff voice.
“Red, Master”, Calla replied immediately.
“Good. I want you t
o get up and walk over to the bed. Lie down on your back in the middle. This will be the first time I restrain you. If you want the scene to end, use your safe word. If you want the scene to pause say yellow. Do you understand?” Flynn’s voice had taken on a serious note. Here was the responsible Dom who took her safety seriously.
“Yes, Master”, Calla agreed. Blood pounded in her ears, and she was having a hard time controlling her breathing. She was excited and apprehensive about what the night held. Calla knew that Flynn would only torture her to bring them both pleasure, but he would also push her limits.
“Up you go, little girl.” Flynn did not aid her in any way. Calla unfolded her arms from behind her back and stood up. She walked to the bed feeling Flynn’s gaze on her with every step. Putting a knee first on the mattress, she saw that Flynn had secured leather ankle and wrists restraints to the four posts of the bed. Climbing higher, she moved to the centre of the bed and lay down on her back. Anticipation rocked through her body, and Calla jumped as she felt Flynn’s hands on her ankle, pulling it towards one of the posts.
She looked down and watched his large practiced hands smooth down her ankle and place it gently in the leather cuff. He cinched the buckle tight enough that Calla knew she couldn’t escape, but he could still fit his small finger between her skin and the leather. Leaning over, he kissed the bottom of her foot and moved to the next foot. He repeated the same procedure with that foot before moving to her wrists.
“Arms above your head, little girl.” He instructed and Calla obeyed. Reaching over her head, she felt her breasts thrust out and her nipples grow hard in anticipation. “Perfect, little girl.” Flynn commented as he wrapped a firm hand around one of her wrists and brought it to meet the leather cuff. Calla had played at The Feather Flogger with a couple of different Doms, but she had never been alone with them and tied down. All her scenes took place in public where a dungeon monitor and a few onlookers stood watching. This was a whole different experience as she felt her arm stretched above her head and secured. Her heart rate sped up as Flynn moved to the other side of the bed. In a minute, she would be completely defenseless and at this man’s mercy.
“Where are you, little girl?” Flynn asked. Calla felt the last restraint tighten, and she breathed deeply a few times.
“I’m green, sir”, she replied as she felt the bed dip down.
“You’re probably more yellow than green, but I can see that you want to continue.” Flynn murmured as he glided a hand down one of her breasts and pinched her nipple. “I can see your pussy is wet for me already.”
“Yes, Master.” Calla whimpered as Flynn pinched her other nipple.
“Good girl. You’re doing so well.” He bent over her body and took one of her nipples in his mouth. He bit down on her nipple, and Calla arched her back and let out a low moan at the pain. Flynn licked the tortured flesh, and the pain quickly turned to pleasure. Turning his attention to the other nipple, Flynn bit down, and Calla felt her pussy gush with more wetness as she struggled to stay still even with the bonds. “One day very soon, I’m going to lick, suck, and bite these nipples for hours, Calla.” She whimpered in response, and he chuckled.
“Today, I have something completely different planned. We’re going to start the night off with some sensory play.” Flynn reached over to the bedside table and brought a thin glass object into view. “Do you know what this is?” he asked as he moved the trailing electrical cord out of the way.
“It’s a violet wand, master.” Calla licked her suddenly dry lips at the sight of the stimulator. She hadn’t checked violet wands as a hard limit. In fact, she wanted to try them, but suddenly she felt very vulnerable tied to the bed with something that if not used properly could hurt her.
Reaching a hand out, Flynn smoothed the hair down the side of her face. “We’re going to start out slowly, and if you don’t like it, you can always use your safe word. I will untie you, and we will talk about your feelings and call it a night. You understand, little girl?” Flynn’s voice was gentle, and it reassured her. “You have all the power right now.”
“Yes, I understand.” Calla swallowed. “I’ve never been alone with a Dom and tied up before. “The violet wand is something I want to try, but I feel uneasy.”
“Thank you for communicating your reservations with me, little girl.” Flynn leaned over and kissed her on the lips. The contact scorched down her body, and she lifted her head up when he broke the kiss, wanting more. “This is the first test of our newly formed trust. You’re going to have to trust me to bring you pleasure, and I’m going to have to trust you will use your safe word if you don’t like it. Ok?”
“Yes, master. I’m ok. I’m ready.” Calla tried to smile and settled on what she hoped was an eager expression instead. Flynn swiftly kissed her again before raising up to his knees. He flicked a switch on the wand, and it purred to life. Calla tensed as she watched the tiny sparks on the end of the wand and knew her breathing had hitched up. She needed to take some deep breaths to calm herself down.
“Watch very closely, little girl.” Flynn’s blue gaze focused on Calla as he brought the end of the wand to his chest, letting the little blue currents spark over his skin. Calla looked for any signs that he was in discomfort, but his expression remained the same. “This low setting will only bring you light stimulation, it will probably tickle more than anything.” Flynn crossed his chest with the wand and let the tip rest against one of his nipples. The sensitive flesh inside the darker disc hardened in front of her eyes. Watching Flynn’s arousal with the wand made her want him to bring the device to her own flesh.
“I’m ready, master.” Calla eyed the wand with new interest.
Flynn brought the wand away from his chest and reached up above her head. “You’re going to be fine, little girl.” Calla strained her eyes upward to see what he was doing. Flynn gently grabbed her chin and forced her to look at his face. “Relax.” He breathed the word as she felt the violet wand touch her for the first time. She gasped as the sensation of tiny electrical vibrations ran down her arm. She smiled and burst out laughing at the sensation. Tension released from her body as he slowly trailed the wand up and down her arm. She grinned up at Flynn whose own face had lost some of its tightness.
“You see, nothing to be afraid of, little girl. I’ll never do anything that will hurt you and not bring you pleasure.” Flynn assured as he moved his leather-clad legs over her prone body to kneel between her splayed legs. “Now let’s get to the fun part”, he murmured. Calla could see his erection pressing against his leathers and knew this was testing his control as much as hers. Flynn traced the violet wand along Calla’s collarbone and she shivered in delight, gasping for breath as he pulled the device farther down her chest.
Calla held still in anticipation as Flynn circled her areola with the wand increasing the sensitivity of her skin. She let out a long gasp as he placed the device right over her extended nipple. Calla laughed and sobbed as she watched the blue light arc into her nipple. Her breathing started coming in pants as desire expanded from the tiny nub and raced to her clit. She wanted more stimulation, but from the look on Flynn’s face she knew he was going to take his time.
Switching breasts, Flynn tortured her skin and nipple as his other hand reached out and began massaging the breast he had just tortured. Calla began trying to thrust her body up into his hands. Flynn smacked her breast and she let out a scream, the pain radiating from her breast made her body tighten up.
“Stay still, little girl. I don’t want to hurt you”, Flynn cautioned. The sound of his displeasure made Calla want to cry.
“Yes, Master. I’m sorry; it just feels so good”, Calla replied between pants. She could feel her hair was slicked back with sweat, and the folds of her pussy were wet and swollen. All she needed was a little pressure on her clit, and she would come, and he was only teasing her with the wand.
“I will put the wand away and take a cane to your ass if you keep moving, little girl. Then, I will have
you suck me off and leave you with no orgasm.” Flynn’s face hovered above her. “Is that what you want?”
“No, Master.” Calla shook her head and felt tears form in her eyes.
“Good girl, no need to cry.” Flynn kissed her lips hard. “You want to come? Ask me to make you come.”
“I want to come, Master, I feel like I’m so close.” Calla took a deep breath as she watched Flynn stare down at her open legs. Shifting lower, he pressed a kiss to her clit and Calla held onto her control with every thread of her being. She wanted to feel the wand on her most sensitive flesh. Flynn inserted a finger into her pussy and she felt her walls tighten around him as he started to pump in and out.
“You come when I tell you to, little girl.” Flynn concentrated on her pussy as Calla watched him inch the wand closer. He touched the top of her mons with the wand and dragged it towards the top of her slit. Calla was whimpering and holding her body still so hard her legs started to shake. Flynn finally placed the wand on her clit and spoke at the same time. “Come for me, little girl”, he rasped as Calla’s world exploded. The tingling sensation on her clit added with his fingers pumping inside of her made tears blur her vision. She screamed out and thrashed her head back and forth. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced before, and she wanted more of it. As soon as he took the wand away, she cried out.
Flynn turned the wand off and got off the bed. Calla lay stretched out before him, and he savoured the taste of her pussy on his fingers as she watched. She thought he was done with the wand, but he was just getting started. He was going to torture her pussy all night with it. He laid the wand on the bed and used his toes and heels to slide his boots from his feet. Calla watched as his hands went to the front of his leathers. Her legs clenched as his erection came free. He fisted his cock a few times and a pearl of precome appeared on the tip.
