With or Without You (The Dom's of The Cage Book 4)

by P Nelson

  Thea glanced at Dillon who nodded his head towards the rear of the dungeon. She nodded back. It was time to go. Pride welled up inside of her. With Dillon’s help, she had turned this whole night around from disaster to triumph. She had even had the courage to step up and face another angry dominant.

  “Let’s get you home, beautiful.” Dillon guided her towards the rear door where Joe was waiting patiently an earpiece clipped to the side of his face. He must have stood there for the past hour and studied the crowd along with the hand-picked security team Linkin set into place. Delaney was speaking to a couple of subs Thea recognised as a part of the regular crowd at The Cage. Martin glanced up and caught her gaze. He winked at her, and she smiled back. Joe’s stance didn’t alter at all until Dillon was about to open the door.

  “Same rules as when we arrived. You let me go out first. I will scan the alley and signal when it’s safe for you to come out. If we come under attack at any point while you’re walking from the building to the car, you go into whichever is closest, and you stay there.” He finished as he let them into the bright back hallway.

  “I’m a cop, you know.” Thea didn’t hide her disgruntlement at Joe’s highhanded behaviour.

  “Yeah, I know,” he replied like that was the reason he was reminding her of the ground rules. The word asshole was right on the tip of her tongue, but she managed to keep it to herself.

  “Wise of you,” Joe commented as if he could read her mind. She stared at him.

  “Even I recognised what you were thinking,” Dillon laughed.

  “Let’s go home,” she grumbled. “I have plans for the rest of the evening.” And they didn’t include standing in the back alleyway of The Feather Flogger.

  “What are those plans?” Dillon asked. He wasn’t paying any attention to her, however; he was too busy trying to look everywhere at once as soon as Joe opened the back door.

  “You need to submit to me.” Thea read Dillon’s expression as he processed those words. It was the second time she caught him off-guard this evening, and it felt good. It was nice just to tease him.

  “Let’s go.” Joe stood with the car door open, his impatience tangible. Thea laughed lightly as she quickly entered the car and grabbed for her jacket. It was still relatively warm evening for this time of year, but she was only wearing a sheer teddy.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Dillon sat next to Thea in shock at her request. He wasn’t surprised that she wanted him to submit to her. The request was a given considering she was a Domme. It was more about timing and context. Unfortunately, he couldn’t question her about it because of the two pairs of eager ears sitting in the front seat. He had no doubt the two men had watched and heard enough after being around them throughout the past few months to make some assumptions. Hell, Joe worked for Linkin. Enough said. The man was a full-time Dom in and out of the dungeon. Linkin was probably topping Joe right now. He just didn’t know it.

  She wasn’t ready to have sex yet, the oral he had given her before they left for The Feather Flogger notwithstanding. He could feel in his bones she wasn’t ready to take him to the places he needed to go if he were to submit to her. And he would submit. Not that he would enjoy it as much as he enjoyed topping subs, but for her, Dillon was willing to do just about anything.

  It took forever for the car to pull up to the side of the building. Once again, Joe exited the car, did a sweep of the area before Dillon pushed his door open. Thea stayed in between them as they strode up to the glass doors of the lobby. Joe waited for the elevator doors to open before speaking.

  “I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow morning.” It was a statement not a question. Thea frowned at Joe, but he interjected before she could say anything. “Bright and early.” He entered the elevator and waited for Thea to do the same.

  “What was that all about?” Thea had turned her whole body towards him and Dillon had a hard time not imagining all the ways he could use the sash on her trench coat to bind her hands while he fucked her in the elevator. Not ready yet, remember?

  “Joe has been showing me a few moves.” Dillon answered back as casually as possible. He didn’t want Thea to know about his sessions with Joe. Dillon had approached Joe not long after Thea and he took residence in the apartment. He wanted to be ready if Esposito came sniffing around again. As much as Dillon had always believed he was a lover not a fighter, he had done a credible job of first learning defensive techniques and now offensive moves. Joe was a down-and-dirty fighter. Joe taught Dillon what he would need to do to survive. No flashy moves like in the movies.

  “I could teach you some self-defensive.” Thea had narrowed her eyes at him.

  “I have it handled.” The elevator binged as it came to a halt at the apartment, ending the conversation. Dillon departed the elevator with quick steps and didn’t bother stopping to admire the view of False Creek and the rest of the harbour before heading towards the back bedroom they shared. Thea followed more sedately behind him.

  “You don’t want to submit,” Thea stated as she stood inside the doorframe. Dillon had inconveniently left his jacket behind at the club. He stood in front of the huge mirror over the double sink in the bathroom and stared. She was on one topic he didn’t want to delve too far into but had jumped straight into the next topic on his no-go list.

  “I told you we would scene together, and I always assumed it would be me submitting.” Dillon stared over his shoulder at Thea in the mirror. “It’s not me I’m worried about.” Thea’s gaze never left his own. She pushed away from the doorframe and undid the belt at her waist. Letting the two sides of the coat fall open she shrugged out of the concealing garment. It fell to the floor in a heap.

  “Come over and pick up my jacket. I want you to fold it nicely and place it on the chair in the corner.” Thea pointed to a chair near the windows.

  “You’ve been through a lot this evening, Thea. We don’t have to do this now. We have all the time in the world.” Dillon’s pulse pounded hard in his cock and he did his best to keep his breathing even. This was a mistake. She needed more time. Maybe some vanilla sex.

  “Tonight, I made a mistake when we first arrived at The Feather Flogger. My fuck you to Esposito ended up shitting all over me. But it wasn’t a mistake to go. I needed to be a part of my community.” As Thea spoke she ran her hands down the sides of the sheer teddy. Her hands moved to the front of the leather miniskirt she was wearing and undid the buttons. Using her thumbs, she slid the material down her thighs, letting it fall to the floor next to the coat.

  “Now you have to pick up my coat and my miniskirt, naughty boy.” The purr in her statement was creating havoc in Dillon’s body. The sheer black teddy did little to hide Thea’s mound, and he remembered the back was little more than a piece of lace riding up her ass. Fuck.

  “What’s going to happen if you tie me up and have some bat shit PTSD episode and I die of dehydration up here?” He was only partly joking.

  “No bondage. Let’s use some self-restraint.” Thea’s mouth turned up into a wicked smile he appreciated immensely.

  “Just like earlier when we discussed The Feather Flogger’s closing party tonight, I’m lodging my opinion that this is a bad idea, and if you break my cock, I will never forgive you.” Dillon set his face in stubborn lines. This was going to be a fucking disaster. The things he now apparently did for love.

  “Duly noted.” Thea still hadn’t broken eye contact with Dillon. “What is your safe word, sub?”

  “Red, Mistress.” Dillon answered after he had turned around in the bathroom.

  “Good we’re going to work on the stoplight system tonight. Can you explain to me how it works?” Thea sunk into the familiar. This was territory she recognised and understood having practiced in the community for a long time.

  “Red is to halt the scene. Amber is to halt the scene and discuss or move slower, and green is to continue.” Dillon leisurely stepped out of the confines of the bathroom and padded over to where Thea stoo
d with a stern expression on her face.

  “Good little subbie,” Thea praised. Dillon’s hands pressed to the front of his leather pants. Every move he made was slow and calculated. He still firmly believed Thea was going to cut and run at any minute. He undid the button and the fly on his leathers and broke eye contact with Thea as he bent over to slide the leather down his legs. It took him a minute to get out of his boots and socks, but he was bare-ass naked and in the next instant with a raging hard-on pointed straight at Thea.

  “Someone is still ready to go,” Thea commented. She reached a hand out and caressed the side of Dillon’s neck; he forced his body not to respond to her touch as her lazy hand swept down his shoulder, gliding down his pecs to find one flat nipple. “Would you like it if I clamped this sweet jewel?” She pinched his nipple hard between her thumb and forefinger. Dillon grimaced at the pain, but he smiled at her.

  “I would like you to bite it more,” he replied. Thea’s response was swift and exacting. She used her free hand to smack him on the ass hard. Dillon could take a lot of pain, if Thea wanted to punish him, she was going to have to work a lot harder than this.

  “You have been an exceedingly naughty sub.” Thea had let go of Dillon’s nipple and now walked around him. She was still wearing the stilettos from earlier. Without his boots on, Dillon was a couple of inches shorter than she. Behind him, her body pressed against his, her hands finding his ass cheeks. Kneading him with her fingernails, Dillon groaned as he let his head fall back on his neck. Maybe this isn’t going to be so bad after all. “Naughty subs get smacks. A hundred smacks to be precise.”

  Dillon understood why she had chosen to use her hand. After her experience with the crop under Esposito, he wondered if she could handle any leather implement again.

  “Yes, Mistress.” Dillon agreed.

  “Good. Now fold my clothing like I asked you and go over to the bed. Lie down in the middle with two pillows underneath your ass, knees bent, legs apart. Are you going to be a good little boy for your Mistress?” Thea licked up the side of his neck to his ear, she bit down on the upper side of the cartilage forcing Dillon to his toes.

  “Yes, Mistress.” He gritted out breathing through the pain. Once he was through the initial sting, the pleasure shot all the way down to his cock. If his mind wasn’t curious about how this scene was going to play out, then his cock cared whether he ended up inside of Thea in any way possible.

  “Wait for me.” Thea let go of his ear before giving her command. She walked out of the bedroom with a saucy gate, hoping her ass cheeks were the only thing Dillon could possibly focus on. Breathing in and out a few times, Dillon concentrated on the scene. He reached out and picked up Thea’s leather mini and the coat she had been wearing and absentmindedly folded them and put them on the chair in the corner.

  He comprehended how weird it was going to be playing the submissive partner. After all, he had subbed for Thea during his rehabilitation. Sort of anyway. Once they had started the scene, the chemistry between them had blown the whole scene into pieces. They started fucking like wild things all over his apartment, fighting for dominance with cocks, pussy, teeth, and tongues. Dillon swallowed hard. There would be none of that tonight.

  Climbing up onto the bed, Dillon snagged a couple of pillows resting on the headboard and preceded to arrange his body the way Thea had instructed. A minute later, he was lying back, not too uncomfortably with his hips in the air and his cock hard, ready, and exposed for Thea’s dirty machinations. Dillon found himself curious to see what she had planned for him. She was the Domme in Residence at The Cage. Thinking up ways to torture subs was her job.

  “Perfect,” she announced from the doorway. Dillon looked over to see her illuminated by the hallway light. She was holding an implement in her hand and Dillon didn’t need her to elaborate on what she would be using for his spanking. Raising a hand, she brought the wooden spoon hard down into her palm. The wood meeting her skin made a satisfying slapping noise that filled the room.

  “Where are you, sub?” she asked going over to the chair to inspect the job he did folding her clothes.

  “Green, Mistress,” Dillon answered. He would do just about anything to feel her channel milking his cock right now.

  “Very good.” She looked up from the chair. “Put your hands behind your head. Do not move them an inch, or I will commence your punishment all over again. This is a punishment, so I want you to count it out.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” Dillon tried to make his tone compliant and needy, but he was sure it came out more as excited.

  “You’re a good subbie.” Thea used her knee to get up onto the bed and leaned over Dillon’s body as he moved his hands behind his head. She kissed his mouth openly and thoroughly, Dillon not able to keep his body from responding to her and trying to dominate her. His tongue danced in her mouth. She broke the kiss.

  “Naughty, naughty, naughty,” she murmured and brought the wooden spoon up and across his body. She trailed it down his torso to his erection. Using the spoon end, she caressed his cock. Even this little touch had Dillon clenching his mouth closed. “So sensitive.”

  “Yes, Mistress,” Dillon gritted out. Thea raised one leg and straddled his body, facing away from his face. Dillon had a wonderful view of Thea’s ass cheeks encased in the sheer teddy; her red hair falling down her back was wild. Her hand wrapped around his cock made him shudder.

  “Don’t move,” she admonished and used the wooden spoon to slap the inside of his thigh hard.

  The sting made Dillon jump and he grunted, “Stop.” She instructed again, and Dillon was only just able to stop his reaction to throw her off. As it was, both his inner thighs were throbbing like the devil. He now understood how she had resolved his pain threshold problem.

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  Thea was enjoying herself. It was a random thought, and it passed through her brain just as Dillon settled underneath her. He wasn’t expecting her to use his inner thighs. His cock in her hand, she shuffled down farther and sat on his washboard abs the base of his cock pressing against her pussy, an overly wet and ready pussy.

  She regretted instructing Dillon that he’d have to count out each of the smacks now; she would have preferred that he eat her out while she wielded the wooden spoon. Plenty of time for that later tonight, Thea decided. Pinching the base of Dillon’s formidable cock, Thea took a deep breath to centre her thoughts. This is what she lived for. Thea was a dominant, and she was acting out a scene for both her pleasure and Dillon’s. A visceral image of Bondie being tortured seared through her mind, and Thea dropped the wooden spoon.

  Dillon didn’t move, but Thea could feel he stopped breathing. She didn’t want him to be right. Thea closed her eyes and focused on the task at hand. Calla’s advice echoed far away in her head. Confront and acknowledge. Dillon was not Bondie. The two men so opposite as to be laughable. Bondie chose his demise. Dillon was choosing to be with her. On some level, Thea recognised Dillon loved her. She wanted that love more than she wanted to hang onto what she witnessed in that basement. Opening her eyes once again, Thea reached for the wooden spoon. She caressed each of Dillon’s inner thighs with it.

  “Where are you sub?” she asked, breathing deep and evenly. The thought of Bondie not shoved into some dark place inside of her but acknowledged and given the chance to drift away.

  “Green, Mistress.” The curiosity in his tone indicated he wanted to ask he the same thing. It was peculiar to have a Dom submit to her. Even when she had been helping him out with his rehabilitation all those months ago, the idea intrigued Thea. Dillon had never been a switch, so she wondered how he was going to turn off his dominance so to speak and give over to his submission. The answer was he hadn’t, and Thea doubted he could do it now, either.

  “We’ll begin.” Thea raised the wooden spoon into the air at the same time she increased her hold on the base of his dick and came down in a light stroke.

  “One.” Dillon counted loudly. The stroke wasn’t nearly as ha
rd as the two disciplinary ones she had given him earlier. His punishment was one hundred strokes, fifty on each side. Thea needed to build up to the level pain she intended to inflict on him. It would build from a low burn to higher heat intensity as she progressed.

  She raised her hand again and let the wooden spoon fall onto the opposite thigh. Dillon hissed. Thea stroked his cock in time with the falls of the wooden spoon, losing herself in the rhythm of her hands working Dillon’s flesh until she could taste his need in the air, feel his body responding to the way she worked him under her thighs. He may not be a true sub, but she was enjoying this. Her mind lost in the game, in the way he croaked out the count.

  Thea started to grind her pussy into his flat abs, flexing her thighs on the sexy hip nodules she had glimpsed over the years above his leathers. Dillon was breathing hard now, the end of the hundred strokes near. His cock dripping in precum, making it easier for her hand to slide over the taut skin. Dillon was going to blow and as much as she wanted to feel him filling her up, Thea had other ideas. The wooden spoon came down one last time.

  “One hundred.” Dillon sounded as if he was straining against sheer ecstasy behind her, and Thea wanted him to let go. Give her everything.

  “You’ve been a good boy; you deserve a treat.” Thea dropped the wooden spoon onto the cover and shifted her body down until her pussy was mere inches from Dillon’s face. “I want you to enjoy the sight of my pussy while I suck this incredible cock. Can you do that for me?”

  “Yes, Mistress.” Thea smiled at the strangled words.

  “Good boy, I’m going to drink every last drop.” Thea placed the head of Dillon’s cock to her lips and darted her tongue out to taste his semen. Dillon’s hips thrust forward at the contact, but Thea didn’t care. She sucked his cock into her mouth and bobbed up and down, all the while using one hand to lightly slap the inside of his thighs, keeping the burning pain from receding. Dillon shouted. He cursed. Incoherent ramblings filled the room as Thea continued to assault Dillon’s cock.