Our First Dance

by P Nelson

  “Let go of me. I’m going home. For some reason, I don’t feel like playing tonight.” Calla tried to get Flynn to release her elbow. His grip only tightened.

  “One day you’ll understand that I did this for the best.” Flynn’s voice sounded near her ear, and it set her teeth on edge. Only minutes before she would have enjoyed the sensual nature of his breath caressing her skin.

  “Red.” Calla spoke the word with conviction. Flynn immediately let go of her elbow, and she sighed with relief. Once she was free, Calla continued her walk of disgrace to the changing room. She blinked back tears but could no longer keep them from trailing down her cheeks. Delaney stood at the door with a shocked expression on her face. She held it open for her and went to follow Calla inside, but she was stopped by a man’s voice.

  “Go about your evening, sub.” Dillon’s voice was hard as he followed Calla inside the woman’s only room. “That’s right, ladies, there’s a guy with a dick in here.” He informed the room at large. “Good thing we’ve all seen each other naked.”

  Calla had stopped just inside the door. She couldn’t make her feet move any farther. In fact, the cool tile under her feet looked like a great place to lie down for a while.

  “Come on, girl, I’ve got you now.” Master Dillon scooped her up in his arms and carried Calla over to one of the rooms with a massage table. He kicked the door closed and settled into one of the comfortable chairs. Master Dillon arranged her limbs into a comfortable position. Vaguely, she was aware of Master Dillon cradling her head to his chest as she cried bitter tears of sorrow and loss. She had no idea how long Master Dillon patiently held and soothed her, but he remained steady and calming.

  “I should go home now.” Calla took the tissues Master Dillon held out to her and blew her nose in a very unladylike fashion. She could only imagine what she looked like. Her eyes were so swollen she could barely see, and her nose felt as if it were packed cement.

  “You going to give up on the lifestyle just because you met one asshole Dom?” Master Dillon glanced down at her with a serious expression.

  “Master Flynn is not an asshole.” The words were out of Calla’s mouth before she could even think about taking them back. Why was she defending him? He had been an asshole.

  “He’s acting like a class five fuckwad”, Master Dillon announced. Calla laughed. She couldn’t help herself. Master Dillon squeezed her tightly in his arms and rested his chin on her head. “I’m not going to convince you to stay or leave. That’s up to you, Calla. The lifestyle is actually about free will and the choice to place your trust in someone else.” He paused for a second. “Maybe I need to remember that, too.”

  “I’m still going to help you.” Calla leaned away from Master Dillon’s chest. “No matter what happens, Master Dillon, I’m going to get you back to your old Dom self.”

  “Good.” He smiled at her, and it was the first time Calla had seen him relax since they met. “And if you choose to stay at The Cage, I’m going to help you, too. We’re going to get that beautiful submissive inside of you to shine.”

  “You are not as big an ass as everyone seems to think you are”, Calla murmured at him. She liked Master Dillon. He wasn’t Flynn, and he could never replace him in her affections. Master Dillon was different. They could be in training Dom/sub relationship as friends. Calla could interpret and analyse her responses to the lifestyle without involving her heart.

  “Don’t tell anyone.” Master Dillon winked at her. “I have spent the last decade honing my skills as a big bad Dom. All it takes is one sub to think I’m sweet, and my whole world will come crumbling down.” Master Dillon was joking around with her. Maybe she could do some real good here.

  “I’m going to get cleaned up, and then I think it’s best that I go home.” Calla shuffled off Master Dillon’s lap.

  “Fine. I’ll wait for you in the lobby.” Master Dillon stood up and shook his head at Calla when she opened her mouth to protest. “I’ll drive you home, Calla, and we will meet tomorrow and go over all your hard and soft limits.”

  “Thank you.” Calla watched as Master Dillon opened the door and walked back out into the changing room. Calla sat back down again. She had an important choice to make. Was she going to allow Flynn to dictate how she ran her life when he was no longer her Dom? Resolution filled her gut, and she walked to the door. Flynn may not want her anymore, but there were plenty of Doms out there who would appreciate her submission. She just had to keep believing that until her heart was no longer broken.

  &

  “Have you been avoiding me?” Flynn approached Dillon on the floor of the dungeon. It had been a week since he uncollared Calla in the middle of the dungeon floor. He knew everyone was talking about it, and he hated that Calla had to bear the brunt of everyone’s scrutiny.

  “Yeah, I have been, Master Flynn.” Dillon elongated the word master until it became a mocking drawl.

  “Why?” Flynn asked, knowing the answer. No one had questioned him over his decision. No one had brought it up. He was spoiling for a fight. Giving Calla up as his sub was the most painful thing he had ever done, and everyone was treating him as if it were business as usual.

  “Christ, Flynn.” Dillon turned on him with his hands on his hips. “Are you going to fucking go there with me? She’s half in love with you, and you humiliated her in front of the whole damn dungeon.” He stepped in close. “Fuck that. She’s still in fucking love with you. I think it’s best you keep your distance from my training sub, Master Flynn, or we’re going to have more than words.”

  A very small part of Flynn’s brain acknowledged that his friend was finally stepping up after Holly’s abuse claims had surfaced a few months ago. Most of him wanted to plant his fist in Dillon’s face and watch as his nose exploded all over the dungeon floor. “Just try and be kind to her”, he ground out.

  “You don’t get to dictate shit to me, Master Flynn.” Dillon countered. “Calla is my sub now, and frankly, it wouldn’t be hard to treat her better than her last Dom. He was a real prick.”

  Flynn lost his answer as Calla stepped out of the ladies’ changing room. It was a bust Friday night, and all over the dungeon people were preparing for their night of kink. Everything faded into the background as Calla walked purposefully towards him. He held his breath as he drank in the sight of Calla in her fetware, if he could call it fetware. One thin leather strap went around her torso and covered her nipples and a second wider leather strap went around her ass and barely covered her pussy from the front. Flynn was instantly hard and aching as she sank down into a slave pose with her arms behind her back and her hands on her feet. He was about to correct her when Dillon stepped forward.

  “Good girl. You look stunning this evening.” His voice held genuine warmth, and Flynn wanted to knock him out of the way, grab Calla and run. Instead, he was forced to watch as Dillon ran his fingers through Calla’s hair. “Are you ready for the scene I have planned for you?”

  “Yes, Master Dillon. I’m very excited for tonight’s scene”, Calla replied. The eagerness in her tone felt like a kick in the nuts to Flynn. His erection should have gone down, but all his dick wanted to do was go back inside of Calla. She looked up at Dillon with her hazel eyes. “I need to speak with Master Flynn if you would give me your permission. On club business.” She didn’t need his permission to speak to Flynn. Calla could approach him whenever she wanted.

  “Only if you keep it short, girl”, Dillon warned her. Calla grinned up at Dillon, and Flynn’s chest constricted so tightly he almost couldn’t breathe.

  “Master Flynn, I sent a couple of files to you raising some concerns with the Dom in residence you currently have active. He needs to either focus on the subs or relinquish his role. Going through the interviews with subs, I think you will understand my reasons for forwarding my concerns.” She finished her little speech, but he wasn’t ready to answer her in any way. He had to blink a few times before he regained his composure.

  “I will de
finitely take a look at those.” Flynn did his best to keep a professional demeanour and realised that Calla might be better at this than he.

  “Good, and I spoke to the manager of The Cage, about firing the bartender.” Calla shook her head at him when he was about to respond. “Several of the Doms have come to me and discreetly mentioned that he has been serving subs more than the two-drink maximum.”

  “Fuck.” Flynn swore and looked down at Calla. He had broken her heart, and she responded by cleaning house in his club.

  “Exactly, in both cases the infractions were relatively harmless for now, but you will agree it’s better to stamp out this behaviour before it gets out of hand.”

  “Yes, I think that’s best”, Flynn replied automatically.

  “Good.” Calla smiled at him tightly before turning her attention to Dillon. “I’m ready to be tortured, Master Dillon.”

  Flynn watched as Dillon took his best girl’s elbow, and they walked away towards one of the stages that was set up with a St Andrew’s cross. Calla might be ready to be tortured, but he certainly wasn’t.

  Dear Reader,

  I hope you enjoyed reading Take My Hand as much as I enjoyed writing it. There was something very primal in the relationship that developed between Lilith and Gaige. You can meet them again and the rest of the gang of The Cage in the next book, The Heart of the Matter which focuses on Master Eric Danvers and his new, very bratty training sub. This is where I need your help! I need a name for my next heroine!

  I’m looking for someone to name the HEA story for Calla and Flynn if you think you have the perfect title, please email me at: pnelsonwrites@gmail.com. The winner will be chosen randomly from my trusty fishbowl on September 1, 2017.

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  Good luck and look for my next release, What We’re Meant to Be, this February 2018.

  P Nelson

  Read on for a teaser of The Heart of the Matter…

  Eric Danvers thought he had found the perfect submissive before she was swept right out of his arms.

  Now pining after the one woman he can’t have, Master Eric finds himself stuck in a gruelling cycle of emotional torture that has nothing to do with his BDSM lifestyle. Just as he was about to take a hiatus from The Cage and the lifestyle altogether, Master Eric is asked to take on the role of training Dom for one of the new subs. Rather than agreeing, he’s coerced into the role and finds there’s more to his new training sub than meets the eye.

  Elizabeth Williams is a sub on a mission.

  Elizabeth Williams has read every single book on BDSM she can get her hands on, and she feels as if this is the lifestyle for her. After saving up for an entire year and working an extra job, she finally had enough money to enter the couples training program at the most exclusive BDSM club in Vancouver. Unfortunately, as soon as Elizabeth and her boyfriend are accepted, he decides that he wants a different sub. Elizabeth decides not to let go of her dream and enters the submissive training program.

  Master Eric soon finds that Elizabeth Williams may be more sub than he can handle. He loves her brattiness, but he knows it hides a pool of inner hurt that cried out to his Dom instincts to heal. Elizabeth falls for Mater Eric as soon as she meets him and really believes she cannot help her brattiness. She wants to give him her true submission, but she might not be able to set aside her past hurts to move on. Read the story of Master Eric and Elizabeth in The Heart of the Matter.

  Chapter 1

  Eric sat on a stool at the bar of his former favourite place in the world. The sound of whips, hands meetings fleshy backsides along with the moans and groans of sex used to relax and centre him. Now, it was just a reminder of what he wanted but couldn’t quite seem to reach. He took another pull from the beer bottle and surveyed the crowd, looking for the couple he most wanted to watch scene. Eric knew it was perverse, but if he couldn’t have Lilith, then he didn’t mind being their third wheel.

  “Master Eric.” The cheery voice of the resident shrink Calla Jones buzzed in his ear. Eric didn’t need a shrink to tell him what his problems were. He already knew he was straight-up fucked.

  “Calla, can I just ask you to go away, and you will like a good sub?” Eric asked as his eyes slid over the petite blond. She was wearing short leather boy shorts, but instead of fetware on the top she wore a T-shirt that read DM.

  “Not a sub tonight, Master Eric.” Calla smiled and pointed at her shirt. “I’m a dungeon monitor, and I need to get through some club business while I’m at it.”

  “Don’t let me keep you.” Eric contemplated the last bit of beer and wondered whether he should even bother ordering his second beer. He could have only two drinks at the club. If he wanted to get really wasted, Eric would have to either go home or find another bar.

  Instead of moving away, Calla pulled out the stool next to him and sat down. Eric groaned and wondered whether he could make a hasty retreat before she opened her mouth. It wasn’t very Dom-like, but at this exact moment, he really didn’t care.

  “Master Eric, the club needs you to step up.” Calla’s voice had gone from cheery sub to serious shrink in less than a heartbeat.

  “You know I’d do anything for the club,” Eric replied slowly because he had a fairly good idea of where this was going. Even though he would do anything for the club, there was something he wasn’t willing to commit to right now.

  “Good. Master Gaige has decided not to train any more subs. He wants to focus all his attention on his new permanent sub Lilith,” Calla explained what Eric already knew.

  “Yes, I’m aware of their situation,” Eric’s voice grated out. Unfortunately, he was too aware of their relationship. Eric was Lilith’s boss, and he had waited months to introduce the obvious natural sub to the lifestyle, but another Dom had pipped him at the post. It was galling to know he had been half in love with Lilith all that time, and now the only time he got to scene with her was in the company of the Dom she obviously loved.

  Calla’s face softened slightly as she looked at him. “We need another Dom to help out with the training. There’s a girl who’s ready to start in the next week, and I had her lined up for Master Gaige, but I think you’ll suit her much better.”

  “Listen, Calla…” Eric began thinking that normally in the kink world he didn’t have to make excuses. He was a Dom and whatever he said was unquestioned by subs and other Doms. Unfortunately, this was Calla in shrink mode and that made things much more difficult. “I’m not really in the mood to spank virgin ass right now. Can’t the twins do it?”

  They both looked towards the dungeon floor where two stacked Doms wearing the requisite leather pants were watching a demonstration by the owner of The Cage, Master Flynn. He was using a six-foot single tail whip to punish a sub tied to a St Andrews Cross. By the look on the sub’s face, she was enjoying every minute of it.

  “They’re not twins,” Calla’s voice had become brusque at the sight of Master Flynn, “as you are well aware. And it’s the middle of the hockey season. With their out-of-town schedule, neither of them has time to take on a full-time sub, let alone commit to a thirty-day training program.”

  Eric glanced around the club, looking for anyone who could give him a way out of this situation. He spotted a Dom working a girl over with a sadistic glee. She was screaming around her ball gag as he placed punishing blows all over her body. “What about Master Keith?”

  Calla gave him a look as if he were out of his mind. “Are you kidding me? I can’t give a newbie sub over to the resident sadist. What the hell are you thinking?”

  “I’m thinking you owe me ten for using a swear word.” Eric felt good for the first time that night. He was a man who liked to give out punishments normally.

  “When was the last time you had
a scene that didn’t involve Lilith and Master Gaige?” Lilith asked bluntly.

  “I don’t have to answer that question, Calla.” Eric’s voice had grown hard. He wasn’t mad, more embarrassed.

  “You haven’t played with anyone at the club in months, so unless you’re doing scenes outside the club, the answer is you haven’t played with any subs except for Lilith.” Calla held up her hand when Eric opened his mouth to speak. “I get it, I really do. You wanted to bring Lilith into the fold, but it didn’t work out that way. You have to move on before it starts affecting her relationship with Master Gaige. After everything she’s been through, Lilith deserves happiness.”

  “I know that, dammit.” Eric didn’t normally lose his patience, but he felt as if he were on edge.

  “Good, the sub’s name is Elizabeth Williams; she is a total newbie to the lifestyle. Elizabeth was supposed to start the couples training last week, but at the last minute her boyfriend, and would-be Dom, pulled out on her. So now, they’re doing the training separately.” Calla explained.

  “Why did he pull out?” Eric was curious about this girl even though he hadn’t met her.

  “Neither of them said.” Calla’s voice was casual, but years of reading women’s emotions in the lifestyle alerted Eric that Calla was not completely honest. “Listen, she’s a great girl. Ready for a big lifestyle adventure. She has a lot of energy and is super-curious about everything. My analysis leads me to believe Elizabeth will be a brat of the highest order, and she’s going to need a Dom with a very firm hand.”

  “I have a firm hand,” Eric said absently as he thought about Jane. He needed to get his head back in the game. Why not do it with a curious tourist? Eric could go back over the basics of the BDSM lifestyle and get his mojo back. At the end of the thirty days, they would go their separate ways. No fuss, no muss.