by P Nelson
Dillon was a full-on exhibitionist, of course, and Thea wasn’t normally shy about her sexy body. But he understood she was being conservative after last night. Baby steps would get them to where they needed to go.
“My work is done.” Linkin sounded satisfied. “Come on Joe, I have some reports you need to read before the VPD cuts all Thea’s security.”
Chapter Nineteen
Linkin and Joe disappeared into the elevator. Linkin was probably congratulating himself on a job well done right now when it was Dillon who had the brainwave to get Thea to submit, and it was Dillon who drew up a new contract. Dillon thought sourly, Linkin probably didn’t have the capacity to act smug. He thought he’d created this fucking beautiful scenario. Dillon inspected Thea, who kept her gaze on the ground. It was a formidable feat for the Domme, who probably wanted answers to Linkin’s last comment.
“You accept the terms of my contract, sub?” Dillon stepped forward so his feet were in her line of sight.
“Yes, Master.” The sweet words were a balm to his frayed nerves. Last night, when she had called him Master, albeit in the throes of passion, Dillon had fucking melted. His breathing evened out now, and he rested a hand on the top of Thea’s head.
“The next few weeks are not going to be easy for either of us, gorgeous girl.”
She responded with a nod. “Yes, Master,” Thea agreed.
“You’re going to be punished by the VPD today for your over-the-top behaviour last night.” Dillon said, and Thea flinched under his hand even though she must have seen the media as she walked in.
“Yes, Master,” Thea agreed. Dillon heard the hurt and anger in her agreement. She needed to release these toxic emotions before her confrontation with whomever they sent to the apartment to give her the bad news.
“You’re also going to get a spanking from your Master for your behaviour at The Feather Flogger last night.” He left out anything that had happened at the apartment. He was partially to blame, and frankly, Dillon had taken his licks last night. He could still feel the wooden spoon on his inner thighs. “How many licks do you deserve?”
“One hundred licks, Master,” Thea replied immediately. Dillon’s mouth kicked up in a smile.
“My little subbie does want to make amends,” Dillon praised. “Good girl. Go down to my room. It’s right next to yours and get one of my belts. Bring it back here.”
“Yes, Master,” Thea agreed and started to stand up.
“Wait a minute, gorgeous.” He stopped her from turning away. She stayed perfectly still as Dillon undid the sash on her robe and put his hands inside the soft material. Thea shivered at his touch. Bending over he ran his nose down from her collarbone to the top of her pussy. “You smell fucking perfect, sub.” He ran his hands back up and slipped the robe off. Her nipples were hard and looked nice and raw. He grabbed one with a thumb and forefinger. “How does this feel?”
“It’s painful at first, but then it makes my pussy wet,” Thea responded. They were going to have so much fun together once she settled into some submission.
“Good. Now off you go, or there’ll be no treats,” Dillon admonished.
“Yes, Master.” She turned around and disappeared down the hall. He grabbed his cell from a nearby table and quickly texted Joe. He wanted to make sure they had complete privacy for the next hour. A beep and Dillon saw that he had Joe’s full cooperation. He wondered when he was going to see the other man playing at The Cage.
Thea had his full attention once again as she came back into the living room carrying one of his belts in both hands like an offering. She held it out for him.
“Good girl.” He took the leather belt from her grip. “Go over and kneel down on the cushions of the couch. Rest your hands on the back and angle that fucking luscious ass out so I can give you the spanking you need.”
“Yes, Master Dillon.” Thea moved around the coffee table and other furniture to climb onto the sofa overlooking False Creek. The area was just coming to life in the early Saturday morning. Up on her knees, she tilted forward and rested her hands on the back of the sofa. Her back straightened, her head between her arms and her pussy and ass on full display for him.
“Does your pussy hurt?” he asked, casually walking to her while testing the rigidity of the leather.
“My clit feels raw,” Thea responded.
“Poor little pussy,” Dillon said and gave her slit a tap with the leather. Thea moaned. The noise sent Dillon’s pulse racing; his cock had been hard since she had sunk down into slave pose earlier. He reached around Thea with the belt and held it under her lips. “Kiss the leather that will bring you pain.” Thea peered sideways at him and kissed the leather lightly before licking the leather. Cheeky subs were his specialty.
“What’s your safe word, Thea?” Dillon demanded, standing back up again.
“Red, Master.” Thea’s response was quick.
“Good, we’ll use the stoplight system.” Dillon informed her. “Tell me how it works.”
Thea proceeded to explain the stoplight system, and Dillon worked the leather of his belt. Reaching out, he smacked her ass a few times and rubbed the heat into her skin. This was a punishment spanking, but he still wanted her to enjoy it. He had plans for her pussy before the whole world crashed down on them.
“This is a punishment, gorgeous girl, I want to hear the count.” Dillon raised his arm.
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“One.” Thea counted as the leather met her flesh. At first, she had to concentrate on separating the experience from the whipping the Reverend gave her with the crop. It was hard, but by the time Thea was shouting fifty, she was crying for another reason altogether.
The pain Dillon was inflicting on her ass cheeks in a rhythmic pounding that made her senses come alight was helping her to release. And she needed the fucking release. Tears streamed down her face and dripped all over the expensive upholstery of the sofa she was occupying, but she didn’t care. Her mind started to drift far away from the pain she had carried every day from her abduction, the stinging skin on her ass a reminder of Dillon’s affection for her and his need to bring her calm.
Floating on a high, Thea’s arms gave out. Dillon caught her and laid her out face first on the sofa over his lap. Dimly, she was aware of him whispering words of comfort while he rubbed the sting into her skin. His hands kneaded her ass cheeks hard, and her pussy started to throb with need. While her mind came back to the present, she heard Dillon ask clearly, “Where are you sub?” His hands stilled.
“Green, Master.” Thea sighed like a newbie sub coming down from her first subspace. Dillon wasn’t the first Dom to ever bring her into subspace. She had been a sub for some time before the idea of continuous submission bored the hell out of her. She had started studying to become a Domme and found there were aspects of dominance that spoke to her. But perhaps she had missed this little part of heaven more than she thought.
“Good.” Moving out from underneath her, he offered her a hand. Dillon brought her over to the edge of the couch. “Place one knee on the arm of the sofa.” She complied and waited. “Good, now I’m going to move your other leg up here.” He patted the back of the couch. Thea wasn’t sure if her legs would stretch that far, but she was keen to try.
“Yes, Master.” Thea balanced with one hand on the top of the couch. She was precarious and exposed as Dillon placed her other knee a couple of feet above the other. Her pussy and asshole were fully open for her Master.
“Both of your holes are so tempting.” Dillon crouched down, and his breath warmed the underside of her body.
“Every hole is for my Master,” Thea responded.
“And I will take great pleasure in fucking every single inch of you.” Dillon replied. “But I have a continuing punishment for my sweet girl. Stay as you are.” Dillon disappeared for a minute but came back bearing gifts.
“Good thing I always keep a kit on hand.” She heard the ripping of plastic before the sink turned on in the kitchen. Dillon came int
o her line of sight holding a jewelled butt plug.
“You’re going to have a meeting in the next couple of hours, gorgeous girl. I don’t want you thinking about anything but how this plug feels in your ass. Nasty things are going to be said, but the only one who gets to do nasty things to you is me,” Dillon warned.
“Yes, Master.” Tears threatened to spill down Thea’s cheeks. Dillon was trying to help her through whatever the VPD had planned for her in the only way he could: by coaxing her submission and training her body to turn to him for comfort and punishment.
“Open your mouth,” Dillon placed the jewelled plug in her mouth and rubbed it all over her tongue. “My cock is so fucking jealous right now.”
Moving behind her, Dillon placed a hand on her ass, the lube dripped into her anus followed by the cool press of the plug into her ass. The anchor pressed through her muscles and lodged just inside of her. The plug wasn’t huge, but it was snug and comfortable inside her ass. Dillon shifted behind her.
“Where are you, sub?” He sounded like gravel.
“Green, Master.” Thea choked on the words. She wanted his dick inside of her again so much.
“Such a greedy, gorgeous sub.” Dillon admonished. The next instant, his cock filled Thea’s pussy, and she groaned at the same time he did. The force of his push nearly sending her onto the couch below. Dillon wrapped an arm around her waist and started to fuck into her pussy with long hard strokes. Thea cried out when he used his other hand to pinch her clit. She clenched hard on his cock, but he didn’t stop fucking into her body. Instead, Dillon gently moved her onto the full cushions of the couch and covered his body with hers as he opened her legs as wide as they would go.
Thea pressed her face into the cushions and reached out in front of her to stop her head banging into the opposite couch arm. He held her by the pelvis as he started to fuck her faster. His breathing hard, Thea was surprised when her next orgasm hit her out of nowhere. Dillon grabbed onto her shoulders as she screamed toward the ceiling, her back bent as he continued to ride her with wild abandon. His cock punishing her pussy, the sound of their flesh slapping together filled the apartment. With her head bent back, Thea had never been so exposed.
“Pinch your fucking clit right now. Come on my cock.” Dillon ordered. The guttural command caught her off guard, but she regained enough sense to move one hand between her legs and do as ordered. She pinched her throbbing clit. The flesh so sensitive from being fucking, pinched, licked, and fondled Thea thought it might just give up this one last time.
How wrong she was.
Her channel clasped Dillon’s cock again. The animalistic noises coming from the back of her throat had her hips bucking into Dillon’s cock. He stilled inside of her and bent over her extended back and bit her shoulder in a primal possession. She screamed as he teeth sunk into her, piercing her skin. But she stopped bucking her hips. Dillon pulled his cock out of her sheath and rammed home. One, twice, three times until he let go of her shoulder and shouted. The sound of his satisfaction, one Thea had never heard before, sent chills down her spine. It made her pussy clench again, and her nipples beg for attention.
Dillon owned her.
Chapter Twenty
“No, I am not going to be performing in a skin flick with Detective Demopoulos.” Dillon spoke into his cell phone. His agent in LA had called several times this morning, and Dillon had decided to get a few things straight with her. “Yeah, I spotted the offers,” he responded as he scrolled through the avalanche of emails that had arrived after his entrance with Thea at The Feather Flogger last night. Most of them were offers for a dual performance by the two of them; others were offers for work for just him. He thought Linkin was joking earlier.
Dillon hadn’t let Thea think after he fucked her into a boneless pile on the couch. Scooping her up, he had taken her to the shower, the water was running, and he pushed her under the spray. While she washed away this morning’s and last night’s debauchery, he chose clothes for her to wear. Actual clothes. Not the sweat pants and baggy sweatshirts she had worn around the apartment for the past few months.
He left the offerings on the bed. It was a part of their new contract for him to choose what she wore. Last night in front of The Feather Flogger, Thea had proven she no longer needed to hide her scars from herself or the world. Dillon just aimed to have her expose her disfigurement in a more conservative manner until she could get all her clothes off again. The sharp tone of his agent brought Dillon back to the present.
“I haven’t changed my mind. I’m retired from acting in porn. No, I’m not ready to make a public statement. Yes, I’m hot real estate at the minute, but this needs to be done properly.” Dillon was over this whole conversation. Three months ago, after Dillon had had a chance to get past Thea’s family to see her at the hospital, he had called his agent and told her he planned to quit acting. He didn’t want to fuck other women. Thea was his world whether she accepted him or not.
Yes, he had been topping subs at The Cage over the past few weeks. Men and women, but there was nothing sexual in it. Just a service provided by one of the acting Doms in Residence.
“Listen, you get me the director’s job on the Porniana Jones and the Temple of Anus flick, and I’ll think about attending Adult Film Awards this year. The ball is in your court,” Dillon finished. He chuckled as she gave him a vivid description of what he could do with his balls and hung up. Staring at his laptop screen, he couldn’t believe the amounts of money people were offering. It didn’t matter.
In the past, he might have fucked all his girlfriends and subs in front of the camera, but Thea was different. The lens of a camera couldn’t capture what they had. It was far too intimate. Dillon hadn’t been sure what to expect when Thea sunk down into slave pose earlier. Would she struggle with her submission? Apparently, at this point, Thea needed to submit, to give her trust to him and receive his dominance, his care, and his confidence. He wasn’t fool enough to believe this is what she would always need. The future no longer concerned him. There was no way to tell what was going to happen in the future. Thea and he were together right now, and he wasn’t going to waste another minute of it on what ifs.
Dillon sat back and stared at the message Linkin sent him this morning. The program Linkin set up to monitor Dillon’s inbox had picked up an email sent late last night that pinged around the world before landing in his account. Linkin had already warned him the images were disturbing, and they had agreed to keep them from Thea for the moment. She was coming out of her shell and making some serious progress. There was no need to create an incident that would set her recovery back. The VPD were probably going to do that today.
“I can’t believe they haven’t sent someone over to fire me yet.” Thea sounded light, but Dillon saw the tension around her mouth and eyes. She was wearing the calf length jeans with a matching cashmere sweater that formed to her body. It was loose because of the weight she had lost since her abduction, but she looked a fuckload better than she had yesterday, now with her face scrubbed and her hair blown out.
“Come here.” Dillon closed his email and held out a hand to her. He saw only a second’s hesitation at the order. Thea closed the distance and grasped his hand. Dillon pulled her into his lap and arranged her in his arms so that her legs were resting on the couch and her head fell onto his chest.
“Maybe Linkin was wrong,” Thea offered after they were silent for a minute.
“When have you ever know that man to be wrong about anything.” Dillon placed a kiss on Thea’s temple and she froze. “Sorry, I forgot.”
“No, it’s fine.” Thea took a deep breath. “And if you listen to Delaney, Linkin gets things wrong all the time.”
“First, you’re not allowed to lie to me. The kiss bothered you, and when you’re ready we’ll talk. Second, if you listen to Delaney, you’ll end up being the general of a sub revolution.” Dillon thought of the diminutive sub with olive skin and green eyes who had Master Linkin and his partner Mast
er Martin wrapped around her little finger.
“A sub revolution?” Thea barked out a laugh. “How the hell have I never heard about this?”
“You’re not normally a sub, and most of the subs fear you so they don’t tell you any secrets.” Dillon smiled as Thea craned her neck around to stare at him.
“What secrets?” Dillon’s smile turned into a grin as he took in Thea’s narrowed eyes. She was all Domme now. And she wanted to know what was happening in her dungeon. No thoughts to how the power exchange worked or whether she could dominate someone; only a natural reaction to her curious nature.
“So many secrets the little subbies don’t want the big bad Doms to know and especially not the Domme in Residence.” Dillon pointed out to her. “They were told to me under the strictest confidence of the confessional. I cannot break the sacred bond.” Thea made a noise that sounded like a humph. She turned her face and rested her cheek on his chest again.
“It’s true, then. You’re the sub whisperer.” Thea snuggled farther into his chest.
“Every dominant works differently. You know that.” Dillon breathed deeply enjoying the moment with her. It was nice to talk about a topic other than the investigation, about their lack of leads. No matter what happened, they both had a passion for BDSM, one he hoped would never die. “Flynn and Linkin achieve the same thing I do with hard looks and waving their cocks around. I mean, my dick waves around, but I don’t go for the macho stuff.”
