by P Nelson
His last words prompted her hands into motion. Dillon released her breasts and stepped away from Thea. The air was warm in the apartment, but the loss of his body against her own made her uncomfortable. She traced her hands over her hips, watching him in the window. His gaze focused on her hands at the waistband of the light pink cotton panties she was wearing.
“I would burn all your panties if you were my sub,” Dillon commented. Thea theatrically hooked her thumbs inside of the panties and started to push them down slowly.
“If I were your sub, I think you would burn all my clothes,” Thea teased back.
“Damn fucking right.” Dillon fixated on the progress of her panties. Once they reached the ground, Thea slipped both feet out of them and tossed them aside. She widened her stance, as he had asked. Her pussy was throbbing at this point, hungry for what it had learned Dillon could provide. He caught her eyes in the mirror and held her stare. His unhurried hands found the front of his jeans. Long fingers flicked the front of them open. The blunt head of his dick popped out. A bead of precum seeped onto his taut skin. A moment later, his whole glorious erection popped into sight. Shrugging out of the coarse fabric, he took his socks off too, until he was standing naked behind her.
“Where are you, Thea?” Dillon grabbed onto his cock and pumped it a few times. It wasn’t a challenge, Thea realised. Dillon wanted to know if she could handle seeing his dick without having a full-blown panic attack. She experienced a twinge and realised she wasn’t ready to have him inside of her. Or more specifically on top of her. She needed to be in control of whatever was about to happen next and not in a Domme vs. sub kind of way. It progressed beyond the power exchange dynamic. This was about fear, her fear. Dillon took in every line of her features, measured her expression whatever he saw there had him reaching for his jeans again.
“I’m green,” she shouted quickly, startling Dillon. His lifted his gaze from his crouched position. Thea wanted an orgasm, dammit. Sure, she could go into the shower and take care of it herself, but why when she had Dillon here. A man she did trust whom she already knew could play her body like a fucking instrument.
Thea did some quick thinking and raised one of her hands to her mouth. She inserted two fingers and sucked hard, blowing her cheeks out. Dillon stayed perfectly still behind her, tracking her fingers as the emerged from her mouth and traced down her neck, between her sensitive breasts, down her stomach to the top of her slit. Now, his gaze flicked up to catch her eye.
“Do it, Thea. Put those naughty fingers inside your pussy,” he encouraged. The Dom inside of him coming out to play, unmindful of his own wishes to treat her like precious glass. “I want to see you ride those fingers, beautiful. Open your pussy up with them, let me get a good look at your sweet little pink clit.” Lust burned down her throat and set every nerve ending on fire. She wanted to turn around and ride his dick until she came again and again. Needed to taste his semen on her tongue, lapping at his engorged flesh as he rammed his dick down her throat.
She inserted the two fingers into her burning pussy and again they both sighed in unison. Using her two fingers, she rubbed up and down her slit a few times, gathering moisture leaking from her channel. Before Dillon had a chance to ask her again, Thea widened the two digits, putting her clit on display for the man who stood mesmerised by her actions.
“How do your fingers feel?” He fell to his knees, his head poking out beside her body, his eyes on her face.
“Not as good as your fingers would be,” she tantalized back.
“Siren,” Dillon growled. He inched forward on his knees until he was right between her legs. With a swift movement, he turned around and backed into position between her legs. Thea peered down at Dillon who was using the bed as a headrest, his mouth an inch from her exposed pussy. She could feel the heat of his breath on her slick folds. One of his hands moved in a rhythmic motion indicating he was pleasuring himself while teasing her with his mouth. She wished she could see his strong fingers working his erection, but she would have to wait until another day.
“I want you to come on my face, Thea.” A grin punctuated his words. “Lean forward and rub that sinful pussy all over my mouth.” He stuck his tongue out, and Thea groaned. He was giving her complete control over her pleasure. How much pressure she wanted, the speed of the friction. She groaned and let her knees buckle forward, her slit touching Dillon’s mouth.
He let her rub her sensitive flesh all over his mouth for a few minutes as she became accustomed to feeling pleasure in her pussy.
Esposito may not have penetrated her, but he had used pain to try and control her. Making a mockery of the power exchange and the pain/pleasure aspect of the lifestyle. Now her pussy was so wet, Thea slipped all over Dillon’s tongue. Her juices coming in waves as her pleasure mounted, her fingers holding her clit exposed to his open mouth.
“Fuck.” Thea ground down on Dillon’s face. She could feel him drinking her down as he started to pump his cock harder. His breathing was getting faster and faster, the sound filling up the room along with her own moans and soft cries of pleasure. “It’s going to happen.” She sounded perplexed even to her own ears. “I’m going to come all over your face.”
With her announcement came a bolt of pleasure so intense, it made her thighs quiver and a keening cry erupted from her throat. She crushed her pussy into Dillon’s mouth, but had to take her fingers away from her pussy to maintain her balance. Dillon barked out her name and hot semen splashed onto her skin as he came with her. The sound and the feel of his come on her legs made her channel clench. Her body craving how Dillon’s cock would feel as he gave her everything he had. Breathing hard, Thea was slow to come back to reality, her eyes blinking several times until they could focus on Dillon’s grinning face.
“I hope you don’t think we’re done yet?” He gave her a wicked grin that made her stomach flipflop before settling.
“Never.” She smiled back. He grabbed onto both of her ass cheeks and forced her pussy back onto his mouth. This time there was little room for Thea to control the action taking place. Dillon used his tongue; teeth and even his five o’clock shadow to scrape against her swollen and wet folds giving her eye-watering pleasure, her clit ultra-sensitive after her last orgasm.
She forgot she wasn’t in control and let the waves of enjoyment sweep her senses into a space where only desire remained. Dillon growled as he ate his fill of her pussy, and she loved that he was enjoying the most sensitive, intimate part of her. It was like coming of age all over again for Thea. This was her last thought before she shattered again. This time her legs could no longer hold her up and she fell onto the mattress of the bed. Dillon followed her pussy, jabbing his tongue inside of her channel over and over.
“Again?” he demanded, waiting for permission.
“Yes, please,” she croaked out. Dillon adjusted her legs open farther as she lay face down on the bed. She breathed in sharply as his tongue probed her anus. He nuzzled his face between her cheeks and proceeded to tease her sensitive asshole until she was sobbing for another release. One of his shoulders moved rhythmically, and Thea realised he was pumping himself off again. His other hand shoved underneath her pelvis. He pinched her clit at the same time he probed her asshole.
It only took a few times before Thea was screaming and coming so hard she saw stars behind her closed eyelids. Dillon roared in his own satisfaction. Thea had to imagine him holding the end of his cock tightly in his fist while ropes of semen shot out of the top. The thought of how roughly he would treat his dick, made her orgasm last even longer, her channel calling out to his cock.
Chapter Fourteen
“Do you still want to go to The Feather Flogger?” Dillon asked from between Thea’s legs. He could stay there all night, hell, all week, if she asked him not even remotely nicely.
“I should have known all this was a ploy to get me out of going to The Feather Flogger.” Thea was more amused than irritated. Dillon was happy to hear the playfulness in
her tone. For too long, all she had thought about was capturing Esposito. About death and vengeance. She needed those orgasms badly, and he so had wanted to give them to her. He had no idea where they could go from here, but at least Dillon could be satisfied he had given her a positive sexual experience on which to build. Resisting the urge to lick her pussy one last time, Dillon shifted around and sat up on the bed.
Thea was lying face down on the mattress, her pert ass in the air and her satisfied pussy on display. She appeared languid from her multiple orgasms. Dillon realised she wouldn’t stay relaxed for long. Soon enough, her brain would fire again and when it did, Esposito would take Dillon’s place as her priority. It was hard not to feel jealous of the psycho killer.
“It’s a shit idea and you know it, but I can’t fault your loyalty.” It’s one of the things I love about you. “But if we’re going to make an appearance, you should have a shower and dress sooner rather than later. I’ll call Linkin and let him know we’re coming.”
“What about you?” Thea rolled over and struck a sultry pose. Dillon’s cock started to come back to life even though he had already had two orgasms in rapid succession. Thea’s long red hair mussed up around her shoulders and her breasts, easy access to her pussy making him into an animal. “You going to show up at The Feather Flogger with the smell of my pussy all over your face?”
“Fuck, yes, I am.” Dillon grinned down at her. “I want all those fuckers in there to know I was right up in that pussy and that sweet, sweet asshole of yours before we were dragged away.”
“It’s times like these I don’t know whether to take you seriously.” Thea raised her upper body and planted her elbows behind her.
“I’m going to be on top of you if you don’t stop teasing me. You can take that seriously,” Dillon joked and cursed when he saw her wince. “Shit. I’m sorry Thea. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“You didn’t scare me,” she stubbornly replied. Dillon wanted to throttle her.
“Part of getting over the trauma is recognising you’re afraid of having me on top of you.” Dillon ground out.
“I’m not afraid of you being on top of me.” Thea sat up all the way and shook her head before Dillon could respond to her remark. “I’m not afraid to have you try to be on top of me. I trust you and a part of me just wants to throw caution to the wind, but I still have fears, even though I hate to admit it.”
Dillon wanted to break out into a slow clap but understood it would be less than helpful at this stage. Thea had admitted she was scared, that she needed time. Dillon had spoken to Calla about Thea’s constant need to press forward and get over the things that happened to her. Calla agreed with him; part of Thea’s therapy would be understanding the reality that frequently people didn’t just get over things. They absorbed the trauma they suffered, they examined it, and tried their best to understand before letting it go. The last part in Dillon’s experience was the most important: letting go.
“You don’t have to work everything out right away,” Dillon started.
“It’s been three months.” Thea shuffled from the middle of the bed until her legs were hanging over the side. “I want this part of my life to be over.” Her words hurt and stunned Dillon. She reached out and touched his arm, a simple caress, one she never initiated before. She reached out to touch him before her abduction. Dillon had sensed her need to touch him, but Thea pulled back at the last minute.
In the hours after her disappearance, he played the scene over and over in his head wishing she had just touched him. How much different would the day have gone had she done so? Only the universe comprehended. “Not this part. I like this part.” His chest eased as she attempted some of humour. “This place is great. If we trade in both our apartments do you think we can convince Flynn to sell it to us?”
“I’d have to star in a lot of porn to afford this place.” Again, his attempt at humour fell flat. Thea’s expression closed off before she stood up. She brushed him aside as she headed for the bathroom.
“That was an idiotic thing to say.”
She stopped before reaching to shut the door behind her, but she didn’t turn around. “Not idiotic. It’s the truth. You are a porn star.” Her observation was neutral, too neutral, a sign she was holding in some serious pent-up emotions. The door closed.
He was a complete ass. Shit. Normally, he never had problems with the ladies. Dillon was a seduction machine. The problem was Thea was different to him. She was immune to his easy charm. The other girls also learned not to expect anything from him other than a decadent BDSM scene with plenty of orgasms.
Dillon grabbed the leather pants he had dropped to the floor earlier and walked out of the bedroom. Despite what he told Thea, he was going to jump in the shower, if only to calm his raging hard-on.
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Joe Green rode in the passenger seat of the sleek black Mercedes. Linkin had instructed Dillon to use this car when travelling around the city with Thea. Apparently, the car had bullet-proof everything. The man who drove the high-end vehicle also had extensive training in evasive manoeuvres, whatever the hell that meant.
Thea sat next to him wearing an ankle length black jacket to hide her fetware. She was wearing a relatively sedate teddy with sheer black panels and long sleeves. It would hide the scars on her back and front well, while the short leather miniskirt showed her legs and hid the marks on the tops of her thighs.
“Welcome to the circus,” Joe remarked from the front seat into the silence of the car. Dillon leaned to the side to get a good look at the entrance to The Feather Flogger. Ropes had been set for members to get through the crowd of media, curious onlookers, and a loud group of protesters. The police were present to act as crowd control, and Dillon winced.
“We do not have to go in there.” His tone held every ounce of authority he could muster. The men and women in uniform were a part of a police department that had all but abandoned Thea. “If you go out there, you might never work on the force again, do you understand that?”
“I understand some things better than you realise. Stop trying to top me. It’s not going to go well for you.” Thea’s chin lifted to a stubborn angle, and Dillon’s panic rose. The Dom inside of him hated to be out of control. To be a good Dom, restraint was of the utmost priority. So was protecting your sub. Damn, if Thea wasn’t his sub, she was something.
“This is the way things were meant to be.” Thea looked out of the windshield as they sat waiting for a red light to turn green. “With or without you, I’m going in there.”
“At least, go through the back,” Joe advised, and Dillon caught his eye in the rear-view mirror. “It gives us and the cops behind us a better chance at protecting you. Esposito could be anywhere. Even more worrying, his disciples could be standing in the crowd of onlookers who had already guessed who is riding in this car.”
“I’m not going through the back door like some fucking coward.” The words came out in a rush, the pitch hard and loud. She pointed at the crowd. “Now is the time to be seen, to be heard. I will not stand back and let others carry the responsibility of maintaining the tenets of our lifestyle alone.”
Dillon wanted to point out she had been doing just that by not coming to The Cage these past few months even when it was obvious she needed distraction from the case. Some battles were not worth fighting. For the moment anyway.
“You will do as I previously instructed,” Joe responded to Thea’s speech by laying down the ground rules from earlier. “You will wait until I have exited the vehicle and completed a visual sweep of the crowd. You will wait until Dillon has exited the car, giving our men on the ground time to move into position. At the first sign of trouble, of any kind, you will duck; you will run not walk back to the car and get your ass inside. There will be no second attempt. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I understand. I’m not stupid or ungrateful. You’re risking your life to protect me.” The car jumped forward as the light turned green.
“Not my j
ob to comment on whether I think you’re stupid or ungrateful.” Joe was already scanning the teeming crowd in front of The Feather Flogger. Kinksters were making their way inside the venue. Either ignoring the onlookers or playing up to the cameras, many people in the lifestyle, after all, were voyeurs at heart.
“Show time.” Dillon announced as the car rocked to a halt. His heart was in his mouth and he was as nervous as hell. Joe took his time getting out of the car. He shut the door and leisurely scanned the crowd, most of whom had their attention focused on trying to guess the identity of the occupants of the ridiculously kitted-out Mercedes.
Dillon’s nerves fell away, however, when Joe opened the door for Dillon. He had been to enough movie premiers for his next actions to be automatic. Adjusting the dark jacket he was wearing over his naked chest, he raised one hand and smiled for the crowd of onlookers. A cheer overrode whatever the protesters were chanting. Cameras buzzed, and reporters shouted questions at him.
“Reach for Thea, answer no questions. Get her inside quickly, but without haste. We do not want to appear nervous in any way,” Joe spoke in Dillon’s ear. He gave a quick jerk of acknowledgement keeping his smile firmly in place. Reaching inside the car, he held a hand out and waited until Thea placed her hand in his.
The contact grounded him. Dillon kept his gaze trained on the surrounding crowd searching for anything out of place, hunting for the man who had abducted his love from right underneath his nose. Dillon was determined to never have it happen again.
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Thea choked for a split second. She felt certain that if Dillon had been paying more attention to her, then he would have shoved her back into the car and told the driver to stomp on the gas. The next few moments would define her new reality as Calla kept saying during her thrice-weekly meetings. She was more scared than she had ever been in her life, more terrified than when she took a sub for the first time, submitted to a Dom in her submissive days and even when she had gone to her father and told him she had signed up at the police academy.
