by P Nelson
“Fuck, Thea. I’m going to come,” Dillon shouted. His thighs tensed, and he pumped his hips up and down from the bed. So ends Dillon’s ability to stay submissive Thea briefly thought as she redoubled her efforts sucking, licking, and using her teeth to graze his hard flesh. “Fuck, yes. Fuck, yes. Thea.” Dillon stilled with his hips suspended off the pillow. Thea tasted the first spurts of his cum in her mouth. She drank him down greedily not wanting to let a single drop spill onto the pillows below. Dillon was still mumbling as Thea finished laving his cock with her mouth, his dick resting semi-flaccid against his thigh.
“Did you enjoy your treat, little subbie?” Thea turned around on Dillon’s torso to face him. He still had his hands behind his head even though he had broken protocol and moved his dick all around her mouth.
“Yes, Mistress.” Dillon’s lazy gaze swept up her teddy-clad body. It was time for her to get some relief for her aching pussy and clit.
“Good subbie. It’s time to service your mistress.” Thea spoke still riding the high of his explosive orgasm.
“Your wish is my command, Mistress.” Dillon deliberately licked his lips.
Thea smiled. She couldn’t help it. Dillon was devastatingly handsome most of the time, but right now he was so adorable she wanted to bite his cheeks and fuck him raw.
“I’m happy to hear it.” Thea shifted and scooted over to the side of the bed. “Sit up against the headboard, make yourself comfortable,” she instructed. Even though she was in control of what was going to happen next, nervousness erupted in Thea as she treaded over to the bathroom. Flicking on the light, Thea bent over her bag of toiletries and found what she needed. Even though playing had been the furthest thing from her mind. Thea always kept spare lube in her things. Just in case.
Staring into the mirror, Thea took a quick step back. The woman staring back at her was a skinny version of the person she had once been. But there was colour in her cheeks and a glow on her skin that she hadn’t glimpsed in too long. Thea smiled at her reflection. Her body flushed with need, her channel crying out to be filled. Thea opened Dillon’s drawer and dug around to the back until she found what she was looking for.
“I’m not sure if you want to use these.” Thea held up the row of foil condoms as she entered the bedroom once again. Esposito hadn’t raped her, but she had the tests for STDs just in case and received a clean bill of health. However, Dillon needed to tell her what he wanted.
“No, Mistress,” Dillon replied. His shoulders rested against the headboard of the bed, his legs splayed out in front of him. His cock twitching at the sight of her holding condoms and lube. She was at a loss for words. A feeling of being in control washed over her, and she was able to continue. “I’ve passed my monthly checks required by The Cage and the porn industry. I want to feel that tight channel of yours around my dick.”
“OK. Where are you, subbie?” Thea dropped the row of condoms down onto the carpet. She walked over to the bed and clambered back onto the mattress. Dillon had already moved the pillows from the middle of the bed. Thea lay down on her back, with her head facing the headboard. “Come above me on all fours,” she instructed. Take things slowly Calla had advised a few days ago when Thea had admitted she wanted to have sex with Dillon.
“Are you sure?” Dillon questioned. He hadn’t moved from his place resting against the headboard. It wasn’t his fault she had told him that she didn’t want him on top of her during sex. This was close to being on top of her, but his body would remain suspended above hers, not in direct contact.
“Yes.” She bit out. “Hop to it, sub, or I’ll wrap your cock and balls up so tight that when I tickle your asshole you’ll feel like you’re going to explode. Dillon didn’t rush to do her bidding, but he did move into place above her. “That’s right. You’re going to give me lots of orgasms, aren’t you, sub?”
“Oh, yes, Mistress. Many, many orgasms.” Dillon’s nose and mouth were close enough to her folds that she could feel his mouth on her needy slit.
“Where are you, subbie?” Thea asked. Anal play wasn’t one of Dillon’s hard limits. She needed to get this right, however, or he wouldn’t enjoy it. Thea could make this exceptionally right.
“Green, Mistress.” Dillon’s breath teased her again.
“Good.” Thea flicked the top of the lube off the bottle and squeezed some of the liquid onto one of her fingers. She opened his ass cheeks with one hand and touched his anus. Dillon clenched automatically at the first touch, but she waited patiently for him to get control over his body again. It took less than a minute for his thighs to relax, indicating his willingness for her to continue.
Bringing the bottle of lube up to his asshole. She squeezed some of the liquid out and again put her finger to his asshole. He grunted and groaned as she worked her finger inside the tight ring of muscles. Once her finger was inside his back hole, he relaxed. She sucked one of his balls into her mouth as a reward, and Dillon arched his back.
“Now, your turn. She continued to massage inside his ass and alternate sucking each one of his balls into her mouth while sliding the lube down the bed. “Put one of those long, thick fingers into my asshole, subbie.”
Chapter Seventeen
Dillon was doing his best to concentrate on what Thea wanted. Her fingers in his ass were fucking exquisite, add the ball torture as she used her teeth on his sac, and Dillon was hard and ready all over again. Now, she wanted him to finger fuck her ass? Yes, please. Every second or so, Thea’s teeth would come down hard enough on his sensitive balls to elicit a yelp out of him. The resulting rush of adrenaline heightened his senses, drawing him further into her pain for pleasure.
Dillon spotted the lube and grabbed it with his fingers. Popping open the lid, he spread her ass cheeks apart and teased her back hole until it was pulsing for him. Thea’s attention to his balls increased, and he could tell she was enjoying his own attempts at torturing her. With the tips of two fingers, Dillon carefully opened her anus to his gaze.
“So beautiful, Thea,” he praised, even though he was supposed to be the sub. Pressing the bottle of lubricant to her asshole between his fingers, he squeezed. Quickly dropping the bottle, he used the two fingertips already on the edge of her asshole to press further inside. It was Thea’s turn to moan. She wriggled down on his fingers, her body undulating like a wave underneath him. The sucking on his balls intensified.
He managed to get both fingers inside of her ass. He started pumping in and out. She gasped, and he joined her as Thea’s lips moved from his balls to his shaft, nipping painfully at his taut skin before she soothed the sting away with her tongue.
“Lick my pussy, Dillon,” Thea hoarsely ordered. “Lick my pussy until I can’t come anymore.” She shoved her fingers in and out of his asshole, and Dillon became wild. Sucking her whole pussy into his mouth in one movement, Thea cried out in an instant orgasm. Her clit, already over-sensitive from all the previous stimulation, didn’t need much more. The Dom in Dillon grabbed onto the leash holding him back and tore it in two.
The smell, the texture, everything about Thea’s pussy and his fingers pumping into her asshole drove him over the edge. He ate her sweet flesh with relish and demanded she come again. Whether or not Thea cared that Dillon had broken out of the sub role was a moot point now. She was screaming in total abandonment, her fingers rubbing inside of him only urging him on. After her second orgasm, he lifted his head.
“Again, gorgeous girl. Fucking again.” He bent his head to her pussy and jammed his tongue into her channel. She tried to squirm away because her clit and folds were too sensitive. He wouldn’t let her go. Unless she said her safe word, there was no way in hell his was going to let her get away from him. Her legs shot out straight from her body and Dillon relished the tortured moan that left her lips as the next orgasm barrelled down on Thea. He raised his head, intending to give her a moment’s peace, when she shifted out from under him.
“You think you can take control from me?” Thea gasped a
s she stood up on her knees beside him. Dillon rolled over onto his side to get a better look at her face. “Get onto your back,” she ordered. Dillon hesitated for a second. This was not the Domme he recognised from any previous encounters they had ever had. There was a glint of emotion Dillon couldn’t name in her gaze. “Are you being deliberately disobedient?” she demanded and reached down to grab onto his cock.
“No, Mistress.” Dillon answered lost in the feel of her hands on his erection.
“Good. Lie down on your back,” she ordered again. Dillon complied, while keeping a sharp eye Thea’s expression. He was more than willing to take this scene to the end of where Thea needed it to go as long as they followed the rules of safe, sane, and consensual. She didn’t let go of his cock while he complied with her order. Lying down on his back, he didn’t have to wait long for what came next. Thea lifted a leg over him and straddled his cock. The head resting at her entrance.
“Do you want inside my pussy?” Thea asked, her gaze hard. Dillon swallowed. Fuck, yes, he wanted her pussy, but she was giving him so many mixed signals right now he couldn’t even guess where the fuck her mood might be. “I asked if you want to be inside my pussy, Dillon?” She shouted down at him. Dillon shook his head.
“Yellow. We need to stop and talk about what the fuck is going on right now.” He tried to slide away from her. Thea shot a hand out and pressed her palm into his throat.
“You don’t want my pussy anymore, Dillon?” she demanded. Dillon’s windpipe pinched under the pressure. He could still breath, but it wouldn’t take much more to suffocate him and turn him into blind panic. He might hurt her if that happened. Dillon did his best to remain calm. She let go of his dick and released his throat.
“What about these?” she cupped her breasts through the teddy, massaging the globes. “Do you want to suck on my nipples? I want you to suck on my nipples until I come again.” The manic look in her eye made Dillon pause, and he did the only thing he could in that moment. This whole scene had gone from fine to fucking crazy in less than sixty seconds.
“Red.” The single word ripped through the bedroom like a bomb. Thea’s stunned expression surmised how he was feeling about the whole incident. She scrambled off him.
“You’re a fucking asshole. Get the fuck out.” Thea pointed to the door.
“We need to talk about what just happened, Thea, you’re not over what happened and forcing your body and mind to bend to your will isn’t going to do anything but hurt you.”
“I don’t have anything to talk about.” Thea scrambled off the bed and pulled a decorative blanket that had been on the foot of the bed off the floor. She wrapped the throw around herself like armour before stalking to the bathroom door. Her shoulders hunched over on themselves. She slammed the door closed, and he listened as the lock clicked into place.
“Fuck.” Dillon ran a hand through his hair and stared up at the ceiling for a long time. He was the one who had safe-worded out. Dillon was oddly surprised at himself for doing it. Never in his whole career as a porn star or during any of his extracurricular scenes had he ever safe-worded out. Although to be fair, Dillon had only ever subbed once before, and it hadn’t worked out. This time hadn’t been much of a success, either.
He recognised she wasn’t ready and yet, Dillon had let her carry on with the scene because he was total moron. He pounded one fist into the mattress a few times. Not only was he an idiot, but he was also a horny bastard who had wanted her so badly, he was willing to push his instincts aside and let her have the dominant hand. Even though he fathomed deep down she wasn’t ready. Now Dillon might have set her progress back by days, weeks, hell, months if not years because he was a selfish bastard. He had to get the hell out of her life before he ruined it completely.
Remembering the look on her face when she stepped out of the car at The Feather Flogger, his gut wrenched as he realised she was going to have a very messy, very public meltdown in front of a media frenzy looking for an inch of salacious gossip to fire up their boring news reports on philandering businessmen and corrupt politicians. Instinct had saved him, and they had both made it into the building without an incident, but the cold fury he had inside of him had not burned away. It was still licking the inside of his chest and getting more out of control every minute.
Thea wanted to self-destruct tonight. There was no way in fucking hell Dillon was ever going to let her go down in flames. He was going to fight for her. But he needed a different strategy fast, because whatever battle Thea was fighting right now, she wasn’t allowing any of her support networks to help her.
A sob echoed from the bathroom door, followed by muffled noises, and Dillon sat up on the bed. The shower came on. He would phone Calla tomorrow. Right now, he had a sub to comfort. Shoving off the bed and unmindful of his nudity, Dillon stalked out of the bedroom and made his way down the hall to the kitchen. He headed straight for the kitchen drawer he knew had a tool kit in the bottom. Opening the drawer, he lifted the tool kit out and strode back down the hall to the bedroom. The shower was still going.
Dillon opened the kit and picked out the right size flathead screwdriver and twisted the lock open. Job done, he threw the screwdriver into the top of the kit and shoved the whole case aside. One deep breath followed another. This was either going to be a battle royal, or she was going to be too much of a mess to even argue with him. Either way, the next few minutes were going to define how the rest of their relationship proceeded if there was going to be a relationship between them at all.
With the utmost care, Dillon turned the bathroom door handle and fixed his nerves before pushing it open. A wall of steam hit him first. Dillon blinked rapidly several times to clear his vision. A long sigh escaped him once he could fully see. Thea was sitting on the bathroom floor. Her arms wrapped around her legs, chin resting on her knees. Thea’s gaze, fixed on Dillon, was wary but not concerned that he had just broken into the bathroom to get to her. She trusted him. But perhaps that was the problem. She understood he was giving in to her demands. He would never do this with a sub.
Without hesitation, Dillon shut the bathroom door and locked it. Even though the tool kit was sitting beside the door, he stepped over to the open shower. Ensuring Thea could track his every move through the foggy glass, Dillon entered the showering cubicle with her. Taking up a loofah from a bench crowded with every bathing soap, lotion, and implement known to mankind, he selected a shower lotion that smelled of jasmine. Pumping a generous amount onto the loofah, Dillon crouched down beside Thea and started to rub the loofah over her feet.
He said nothing as he crouched on the tiled floor and started with her feet and worked his way up Thea’s shins. She uncurled to give him access to her calves and he swept the soapy sponge around her legs, massaging the warmth into her flesh. At some point, Thea allowed Dillon to help her up to her feet. And he continued his silent ministrations to her healing body and her battered soul. Dillon was familiar with this. He knew how to give aftercare to a sub. Thea understood aftercare, and for once, she didn’t fight him. She stood and accepted his need to provide, without a word.
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Thea let go. The determined expression on Dillon’s face when he came through the bathroom door stripped Thea of her anger and replaced it with a profound sense of shame. She’d coerced him into bottoming for her when she knew damn well he was uncomfortable trying to submit. Not only had she forced him when he wasn’t into submitting, but she had put him in a vulnerable position when she wasn’t in control of her emotions as a dominant partner.
The first rule of being a Domme is never, ever play while in the grip of a strong emotion like anger or to play when drunk or intoxicated. The dominant could jeopardise the well-being of the sub. It was the duty of the dominant partner to remain in control and ensure the safety of the sub. And she had shit all over the rule of being a Dom and forced Dillon into submitting and then placed him in a position where he was unsure enough of her mental state that he had safe-worded out. She was
the Domme in Residence at the most prestigious BDSM club in Vancouver, and she had just fucked up big time.
The loofah scrubbed over her ass cheeks, but Thea didn’t feel the thrill of sexual intent behind the gesture. He was administering aftercare, and Thea was accepting. For so many reasons, she wanted to give the man who was standing in the shower with her everything. Thea had been a fool before her abduction, her reasons for staying away from Dillon all moot. Esposito had damaged her. Thea understood that now. She could never be the woman Dillon needed her to be because Esposito had taken her along with his pound of flesh.
But they could have this night together. Thea needed to be with Dillon; maybe it wasn’t in the submissive role he wanted. However, she needed him to understand what she felt for him. Just a corner of the great tapestry of emotions that welled up when she heard his voice, saw his lanky frame enter a room. The way his smile lit up her body and the way his tongue set her alight.
Thea bent down to the shelf holding all the shower goods. With careful hands, Thea moved all the bottles and sponges off the shelf onto the floor out of the way. When she stood back up again, Thea stared at the bemused expression on Dillon’s face. He arched a brow at her.
“I’m sorry. I fucked up.” Thea held her breath as the water flowed down one side of Dillon’s torso where the shower was hitting him. At this rate, they were going to use up the entire building’s water allocation. “Tonight, you helped me feel something other than anguish, anger, and revenge. You brought my body and mind to a place where I could feel good again and enjoy being inside of this body again. But I ruined it by trying to push us both too far. I was not being a good Domme, and it’s made me realise I have a long way to go before I ever get back to being Mistress Thea again.”
