by P Nelson
“My dear, I already regret the fact I brought a bitch like you into my life, and now other people are going to suffer from my ill judgement”, Flynn replied slowly.
“This isn’t over.” Melanie went to the door of his office and stormed out. Flynn watched her go and felt as if he needed a shower. The face of Flynn’s stricken personal secretary appeared in the doorframe.
“Mr Banroch, I am so sorry.” she began, but Flynn cut her off.
“There’s no time for that, Margie. I need you to get my lawyers on the phone right now and schedule an emergency board meeting for tomorrow morning.” He thought for a minute. “I also need you to call my old reporter friend at the Sun”, Flynn finished. He had a few other calls to make, but he would deal with them personally. Margie left the office with a determined expression on her face. First, he had to call Calla and cancel their evening.
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Flynn stared wearily out the front of the SUV’s windshield. It was almost midnight, and he was exhausted. It took all afternoon and an evening of intense meetings and negotiations to get everything in order for the emergency board meeting he had called for tomorrow. If Melanie and Arthur thought he was going to roll over like a good puppy and let them fuck him, Flynn was going to prove how dangerous he could be.
He got into the driver seat of his car, intending to drive to his penthouse, have a couple glasses of scotch, and call it a night. Flynn looked around Calla’s neighbourhood and wondered whether she’d still be up at this time. Before becoming his sub, she would probably be up working. After his discipline, Flynn was fairly certain she went to bed at a reasonable hour. He should start his vehicle and drive home. It was the responsible thing to do. He kept going over what Melanie had said this afternoon. She blamed him for turning her into a calculating bitch. Logically, Flynn knew she was wrong. Participating in a loving power exchange was a healthy relationship. It had been her lack of communication that doomed them both to failure.
Flynn took a deep breath and opened the SUV’s door. He grabbed his briefcase before he locked up the vehicle and walked up the path to Calla’s front door. It opened before he even had a chance to knock.
“I wasn’t sure whether you were going to come in or drive away”, Calla said with a smile.
“For a minute there, I wasn’t sure either.” Flynn tried to control his emotions, but seeing Calla dressed in her housecoat was breaking down his control. Today had been a terrible reminder of the price of a doomed romance, but here he was seeking comfort from Calla. “I shouldn’t be here.”
Calla stepped to the side and opened the door wider. “Please come inside, Master. I missed you tonight.” The simple words were a balm to Flynn’s bruised emotions. He needed to feel as if he were in control of something in his world. Flynn stepped through the door, and Calla closed and locked it behind him. She sank down into her slave pose, arms wrapped around her back.
The familiar sight brought a sense of peace to Flynn, and he dropped his briefcase on the floor and walked forward. Reaching out, he placed a hand on Calla’s beautiful blond hair, the action further calming him. He took a moment to breathe in and out a few times. Unfortunately, he was so worked up over everything that happened during the day, he knew there was no way he could focus entirely on her if they played a scene.
“I need you, Calla.” He used her name instead of calling her little girl. She looked up at him with her hazel eyes concealed by the shadows of the entranceway.
“Master’s little girl is here to serve him”, she replied in a low firm voice. Flynn groaned and grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling Calla gently to her knees. Once she was standing, he captured her lips in a brutal kiss. Calla immediately surrendered to him, kissing him back and pressing her soft body into his. Flynn’s erection pressed into her soft belly, and he rubbed back and forth, enjoying the feeling of completion whenever he touched the woman in front of him.
He pulled back and stared down at her. “I’m going to fuck you now. It’s going to be hard and very vanilla.”
Calla responded by letting go of his shoulders and opening the front of her robe. She pulled the silk boxer shorts she had been wearing down her legs until they pooled around her feet. Reaching out, she started to undo his belt, all the while looking into his eyes.
“I need to feel you inside of me.” Calla licked her lips and looked down to free his cock. She rubbed up and down the swollen length a few times before staring up him. One minute she was on her feet and the next Calla found herself impaled on Flynn’s erection. He pressed her against the wall of the entrance hallway and started to pound inside of her without his usual finesse or rhythm. With his belt undone, his pants had fallen farther down his legs, but she could still feel the rub of his boxer briefs against the inside of her legs. All Calla could do was hold on and enjoy the ride as Flynn rested his forehead on the wall above her shoulder.
The fact they were fucking in her hallway in abandon made Calla’s breath quicken, the feel of his long shaft pressing in and out of her along with the stimulation on her clit from his hardened body was enough to bring her to a quick climax. She shouted his name and pressed her heels into his backside. Pleasure coursed through her as she started to ease her hold on him. Flynn was not finished with her, however, and he lowered her down onto the rug while remaining inside of her.
His partially bound legs made it hard for him to balance above her, but he managed to keep thrusting into her body. Flynn grabbed her by the hair again and positioned her head to plunder her mouth once again. The action made Calla dig her heels into the floor, and Flynn took advantage of this new position. Moving his arm, Flynn raised her leg up over her shoulder giving him more access to her pussy. Calla groaned at how much deeper his cock was reaching as she tried to push up into him.
“Play with yourself.” Flynn demanded as he lifted himself again for Calla to reach her hand between them. Calla did as she was told and pressed her fingers into her wet folds. She found her swollen nub and started to rub it furiously back and forth. The dual sensations had her channel tightening around Flynn’s cock again. Her second orgasm caught her in mid-breath, and her whole body tensed under Flynn’s.
“Fuck, yes.” Flynn buried his erection into her folds and shuddered a few times before he collapsed on top of her. He was sweating through his work shirt and gasping for breath, but Calla wouldn’t have him any other way. She wrapped her arms around the man she knew she had given a part of her heart and held onto to him as if she could protect him from whatever happened today.
They lay there on the floor of her house for several minutes, just breathing. Flynn raised himself up on one elbow and looked down at her. Calla moaned low in her throat as his movement caused sparks of pleasure to radiate through her body from his erection still lodged in her wet folds.
“I’ve broken the rules.” Flynn’s expression was unreadable, and Calla smiled up at him, placing a hand on his cheek.
“We broke the rules.” Calla leaned up slightly to kiss the frown on his mouth. “Besides, this was strictly vanilla. No playing. Not even one ass swat”, she joked with him.
“It was still breaking the rules.” Flynn hefted his body off hers and stood up before offering her a hand. She took it and frowned at him.
“I’m certainly not going to say anything to anyone”, Calla assured him and tried to get a feeling on his mood.
“But that’s not the point, is it?” Flynn tucked his semi-erect dick back into his boxers. “The rules are in place to protect you.”
“I invited you to come in.” Calla did the front of her robe up, feeling exposed and vulnerable in a way she had never felt with him before. “I’m a grown woman, and I decided to have sex with a man in my house.” Calla stared up at him. “As a Dom, I get the fact that you respect the rules, but in a few weeks, it won’t matter, I won’t be your training sub anymore.”
“What exactly are you saying?” Flynn’s blue gaze pierced through her, and Calla’s heart rate sped up. A feeling in her
gut told her that her answer was really important.
“That once my training is over, and I have satisfied the requirements of The Cage’s rules, I will be free to scene with any member, anywhere.” Calla chose her words carefully and spoke them slowly.
“Is that all you thought?” Flynn’s question was cold, and Calla felt him emotionally withdraw from her. She felt tears begin to form in her eyes. Calla had never felt closer to another human being before, and he was changing right before her eyes. She trusted him. Calla reminded herself. He had never hurt her without giving her pleasure, too.
Calla’s breath quickened and she felt a blush rise on her cheeks. Communication was the most sacred rule in the lifestyle. She needed to tell him now how she felt. “No, I feel like we have a connection.” Calla gulped down her trepidation at continuing. “You have opened up so many feelings inside of me I never even knew existed.”
Flynn’s eyes widened at her announcement, and he reached out to enfold her in his embrace. Calla sagged against him feeling as if she passed a test she hadn’t studied for. She felt his breath on the top of her head and knew there was something very wrong with her Dom. Hoping the honesty communication thing would work both ways, she cleared the lump from her throat.
“Why don’t you come upstairs and talk to me. Tell me what has you so agitated.” Calla felt Flynn stiffen.
“I’ve just had a really terrible day at the office.” Flynn pulled away from her and looked down into her face. Tilting his head down he placed a chaste kiss on her forehead. “I shouldn’t have come here tonight in the mood I’m in.”
“In my professional opinion, I think it would be much better if you talked about whatever is bothering you.” Calla tried again with a hopeful smile. “Your sub wants to hear about your day.”
“I wish that I could talk about it.” Flynn’s eyes held a faraway look for a moment before he focused on her face again. “But I can’t say anything until I have everything sorted tomorrow. Corporate business secrets.” Calla could feel the lie in his voice, just as she had felt him pull away from her. Now was not the time to push him, however. Years of training and working with her patients gave her a second sense about when to push and when to pull back.
“Come upstairs and sleep with me.” Calla tugged on the front of his untucked shirt. She gave him her best come-hither smile. Flynn didn’t even pause to think about it.
“I can’t, Calla. Tomorrow is really important, and I don’t even know how I got here.” There was confusion in his voice.
“You came because you needed your sub’s comfort.” Calla stood on her tiptoes and kissed him on the chin.
“Maybe you’re right.” Flynn seemed to shake himself out of a stupor. He kissed her swiftly again and let go of her. “You need to get into bed, and I will see you at the club tomorrow.”
“Are you going to pick me up?” Calla asked as Flynn picked up his discarded briefcase.
“No, I will send a car for you.” Flynn said mysteriously as he unlocked the front door.
“Be safe.” Calla called after him as he walked down her garden path. She watched as he went over to his SUV and turned around. Flynn was waiting for her to go inside and close the door. She waved and closed the door. Staring at the wooden panelling, she heard his vehicle start up and drive away. Calla had no idea what had put Flynn in that mood, but she had an awful feeling she wasn’t going to like it when she did.
&
Flynn sat in his office chair and looked at the North Shore skyline. A floatplane took off in the harbour, and he watched as it just cleared the top cables of the Lions Gate Bridge. It didn’t matter how many times he watched this, there was always a half second of knuckle-biting adrenaline before the tiny plane with big pontoons flew over without crashing. A knock on the door sounded, but he didn’t turn.
“Mr Banroch, your first guest is here to see you”, Margie announced behind him.
“Good, send him in, please.” Flynn rolled his shoulders at the coming meeting. Everything was in place, but his brother had no idea he was already outmanoeuvred.
“I thought there was a board member meeting. Shouldn’t we be down the hall?” Arthur asked. Flynn steeled his expression and swivelled his chair around to greet his brother. The other man stood in the middle of the room with a questioning look on his face. Flynn didn’t bother with the niceties.
“Sit down”, Flynn commanded.
“I’m not one of your little playthings you get to order around and beat the crap out of, Flynn.” Arthur’s voice was hard and accusatory.
“Or stand if that’s what you want. It doesn’t change anything.” Flynn felt a tic start in his jaw as he listened to his brother’s absurd accusations. There would be time to address them later, but business had to come first.
“I’m going to the board meeting, and they’re going to know what a bastard you really are.” Arthur turned around and walked towards the door.
“The board meeting finished over an hour ago, brother.” Flynn’s words stopped Arthur in his tracks, and he whirled around. “You’re too late. The little coup you and Melanie planned is over.”
“There’s no way you could have called a meeting with board members and made any decisions without me. I have shares in this company just the same as you.” Arthur stepped forward and pointed a finger at Flynn.
“You’re a shareholder, but I only needed a majority of them present to conduct the meeting. You know as well as I we can do without one member.” Flynn waited until the full repercussions of his explanation sunk in. Arthur licked his lips, his face gone suddenly pale.
“Who sold you their shares?” he asked in a whisper.
“Howe.” Flynn replied with no inflection in his voice. Unlike some of the corporate sharks he knew, Flynn didn’t take any pleasure out of the kill, especially when it meant sticking the knife into his own brother. “He has wanted to retire for a few years now but was waiting for the right time. He wanted to split the share sale between the two of us. I convinced him that it would be worth his while to sell his shares to me alone.”
“You’re the majority stakeholder now.” Arthur looked as if he were sick. “You control the whole company.” His voice grew louder. “Do the other board members know the games you like to play? How you hurt women for your pleasure? You’re sick. What you have done to Melanie is unconscionable.”
“One would think that fucking your brother’s ex-wife would be much more morally reprehensible than handing out a few spankings.” Flynn’s voice was cold.
“You did more than spank her. You abused her for years, and now you abuse women in your sick little fetish club.” Arthur shook his head. “I will force you out one way or another.”
“The board knows I own a BDSM club, Arthur.” Flynn sighed. “Do you think I could have gotten away with owning if for all these years without them knowing? Hell, some of them even play there from time to time.”
Arthur’s jaw cracked open, and he stared at Flynn as if he were seeing the devil incarnate. “You’re all in on this.” Arthur scowled at his brother. “You’re no brother of mine. He would never treat women the way you do. As for Melanie. She can’t even have sex now that you ruined her. She’s afraid of men because of everything you put her through.”
Flynn watched his brother’s expressions carefully and knew he believed every word he was saying. Another thought struck him, Arthur might be a little out of touch, but he was a good man.
“Where do you think I met Melanie? She’s playing you Arthur to get back at me.” Flynn stood up. “I would never abuse a woman, Arthur; that isn’t what BDSM is all about. If you sit down, I’ll explain it to you.”
“She explained everything.” Arthur backed up towards the door of Flynn’s office. “Tying her up, spanking her, torturing her into submission. How she had to hide the bruises and marks from your scenes.” Arthur’s voice was strained as he said the last word. “You broke her spirit, mind, and body. You took a perfectly innocent and curious young girl
and moulded her into a woman who can’t even be intimate.” Arthur put his hand on the door.
“Don’t go like this, Arthur, I can see you’re struggling. We can talk about this. She’s driving a wedge between us.” Flynn panicked as he realised that if Arthur walked away now, he might never have a chance to explain anything.
“There’s nothing more to say. You make me sick.” Arthur wrenched open the door and walked out of the office. Flynn stood staring in shock. He thought his brother had turned into a corporate mercenary. The truth was much more terrifying. Melanie had sunk her claws into him, and now Arthur thought he was on a moral crusade to save the damsel in distress. Rage blurred Flynn’s vision for a moment. He took several deep breaths before he could calm down and think.
This play was never about the company or Arthur. Melanie had an ulterior motive behind this whole setup, and like a fool, Flynn walked right into her trap.
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“Mrs Underwood?’ Calla questioned as she went out into her practice’s waiting area. A beautiful woman with light blue eyes stood up. She was dressed as only the ladie-who-lunch crowd could afford.
“Yes, I’m Mrs Underwood.” She stood up and walked over to Calla. There was something off about her, but Calla couldn’t quite put her finger on it. She held out her hand in greeting.
“Good morning.” Calla said.
“Good morning, Miss Jones.” Mrs Underwood said with a false smile.
“Please call me Calla if it makes you feel more comfortable. If you will follow me down to my office, we can get started.” Calla indicated the hallway behind the receptionist’s desk.
“Only if you call me Melanie.” Mrs Underwood smiled widely. “I really think that’s best since we’re going to be intimate.”
“In a manner of speaking, I suppose.” Calla tried to hide the frown from her voice as she walked down the hall to her office. She opened the door and waited until the other woman went through. “Please, sit wherever you feel most comfortable.”
