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

by P Nelson

  She stared at Dillon’s impassive face hard before striding into the room.

  Chapter Twenty Two

  Dillon let out the breath he’d been holding. Thea must have realised this was one of the only privacy rooms with a St Andrew’s Cross inside. For the most part, the kinksters at The Cage preferred only to use the cross while they were in public scenes. Leaving the more intricate furniture for their private play. It was because the cross afforded some of the best views for all the voyeurs in the crowd.

  The door clicked shut behind Dillon affording them some privacy. Security cameras were still filming them, but the people monitoring the scenes at The Cage were professionals. Even though Thea was about to submit to Dillon, no hint of what took place inside these walls would reach anyone’s ear. Rolling his shoulders, Dillon stretched his neck back and forth before giving Thea his full attention. She was standing in the middle of the room, facing the back, face bent down.

  “Tonight, as you might have surmised, I’m going to push your limits.” Dillon walked forward and around Thea to stand in front of her. She lifted her gaze. “We’re going to use the St. Andrew’s Cross tonight.”

  “No.” Thea’s refusal was quick and hard.

  “Yes. You’ll hear me out because you signed a contract that states you must at least listen to proposed scenes before you disregard them.” Dillon could be just as stubborn.

  “Fine.” Thea crossed her arms in front of her chest. “But then I’m going to use my safe word. And that sucks. Because I want to have some orgasms. I’ve been good all night. Better than good and I want my reward.”

  “You’ll get your orgasms regardless, Thea.” Dillon wanted to roll his eyes, but he did his best to focus. “I want you against the cross, Thea. I know you fear it and the reasons behind your fear. The look on your face every time you came face-to-face with the cross downstairs was one of abject terror. If you thought you were any good at hiding your reaction, you’re wrong.”

  Thea’s shoulders slumped. “This is my first night back, Dillon. It’s been a positive experience so far. Don’t ruin this for me.”

  “I’m not going to ruin anything, Thea.” Dillon stepped closer to her. He reached out and took her hands, forcing them away from her body. “The relief you feel at overcoming this fear will have you eating out of my hand.”

  “Arrogant.” Thea’s lips lifted in a meagre smile before it disappeared into a frown. “But if you know why I’m afraid, then you know I can’t be tied to the cross.”

  “I’m not going to use the manacles, Thea.” Dillon saw relief cross Thea’s features before she became suspicious. “I want you to stand with your back against the wood. I want you to reach up and hold onto the manacles. Understanding you can say your safe word and release yourself at any time.” Dillon stared hard into Thea’s eyes. “Tonight is all about how much you can handle. Where’s your limit? Because I don’t even think you know where the lines are. You have so much fear inside you, and I don’t blame you, but I hate seeing it there.”

  Thea stared at him for several seconds. Dillon understood she probably needed more time to think over the scene he proposed, but he had made the conscious decision not to tell her until now. He hadn’t wanted her to dread what was going to happen all evening.

  “What do I get in return?” Thea licked her lips after asking.

  “Now, we’re getting to the good part.” Dillon forced a smile onto his lips. Walking over to a tall cabinet, Dillon rummaged around a few drawers until he came out with a bulky package. “Little birdie told me that a long, long time ago he played with a subbie, who looked remarkably like you, who enjoyed the violet wand.” He held up the unopened package. Thea’s eyes lit up at the sight of the wand before they narrowed on Dillon’s face.

  “Who’s kissing and telling?” she demanded.

  “Not telling.” Dillon started to open the package, fixing Thea’s gaze again. “I happened to ask an old friend if he could give me some tips on how to seduce a reluctant Domme I know. I won’t reveal his identity, but let it be known that I’m ridiculously jealous of the man who introduced you to the lifestyle.” Dillon wrestled the wand out of the package. Master Lovett had been an immensely valuable resource when it came to understanding the sub Thea had once been.

  “As long as he doesn’t tell anyone else.” Thea turned her gaze to Dillon’s face.

  “What do you think? You can safe-word out, and we can leave the dungeon altogether and go home,” Dillon offered. “But I want you to know this scene is going to be offered every time we come to The Cage together until you try it at least once. I get that you may never be able to have your wrists and ankles bound to the cross again. Frankly, it’s a given for me. But you cannot live in fear of it, either.”

  “I want to do it.” Her words barely audible. Dillon wasn’t sure he had heard her correctly.

  “Are you agreeing to standing against the St. Andrew’s Cross and having this sweet violet wand send pulses of electricity into your sensitive skin?” He laid everything out for her.

  “Yes, Master,” Thea agreed.

  “Good choice, gorgeous.” Dillon set the package and the wand aside.

  “Take off your clothes and greet your Master properly,” he ordered.

  “Yes, Master.” Thea stared at the floor in front of her as she bent her arms back to undo the eyelets on her corset. The stiff fabric fell to the ground shortly before the leather boy shorts followed. She kicked the garments away and lowered down into her slave pose. Knees open, ass on her heels and hands on either side of her feet. Her gaze on the ceiling above her.

  Dillon admired her form. Thea had given him a chance to push her limits even though she was uncomfortable with the scene. She deserved a treat before they started. Stepping into her space, Dillon crouched down in front of Thea.

  “Look at me, gorgeous,” Dillon ordered. Thea transferred her gaze to his face. “I think you deserve a treat for being a good girl.”

  “Yes, Master,” Thea agreed.

  “Where are you?” Dillon asked before he touched her.

  “Green, Master.”

  “Perfect. We’ll use the stoplight system tonight. If you’re ready to proceed?” he asked.

  “Oh, yes, Master.” Thea grinned at him.

  “Oh, you’re going to get everything you deserve tonight.” Dillon tilted his head forward and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. He bit down on the fleshy nub and was satisfied when Thea let out a scream. He sucked hard on the hardened tip, hollowing his cheeks out with his efforts before transferring his attention to the other dusky-coloured nipple. Balancing on his heels, Dillon reached underneath Thea with one hand to find her slit was wet and ready for his fingers.

  Using two fingers, he penetrated her pussy. Heard her sigh as he fucked into her a few times. In her current position, Thea wouldn’t have any leverage to push back against him. She was powerless to control any of the pleasure he was giving her.

  Dillon released her nipple and kissed it. Planting kisses down the middle of her chest, Dillon reached her belly button. He playfully licked around the edges. Thea sighed, and her stomach muscles tightened against the ticklish feeling Dillon was creating. Done with teasing her, Dillon trailed kisses down Thea’s stomach all the way to where his fingers were fucking her pussy. Dillon pressed his nose right inside her slit and inhaled deeply unmindful of the coolness of the floor as he stretched out to gain perfect access to her slit.

  He fucking loved the way Thea smelled, the way she tasted. His cock had been hard most of the evening thinking about this moment when he’d have Thea at his mercy. Not wanting to waste another second, Dillon sucked her clit into his mouth, rubbing her hard with his tongue.

  Thea cried out as her channel clamped around his fingers. He continued to stimulate the most sensitive part of her as her muscles relaxed after her orgasm. He wanted one more before they started with the cross, however. He continued to suck, lick, and use his teeth to bring her to another orgasm. Thea st
illed and cried out again, sobbing with pleasure as Dillon licked up her cream.

  “How was that, my gorgeous little sub?” he asked against the sensitive flesh of her thigh.

  “So good, Master.” Thea sighed above him. “May I suck your cock, Master? I want to have a taste of Master’s balls deep in my throat.”

  “You naughty little sub.” Dillon hadn’t thought to take anything for himself at this point in the scene. But he needed to relax as they progressed to the cross. His wellbeing was just as important as Thea feeling comfortable. Dillon stood up and grabbed a disposable disinfectant towel and wiped his hands and face. “Tell me how much you want my cock and balls, sub.” He undid the front of his leathers and his dick sighed as he pushed the tight leather down his thighs.

  “I want to choke on your cock, Master, and suck both of your balls into my mouth.” Thea licked her lips deliberately forcing a bead of precum out the top of Dillon’s cock.

  “Good. I want to hear you gag for it.” Dillon peeled the rest of his leathers down his legs and tossed them aside. Stepping up to Thea, he straddled her head. Holding onto his cock, Dillon lowered his balls until they were resting just above Thea’s mouth. “Open up, gorgeous. Suck my balls down.”

  He groaned in pleasure as Thea did as he asked. She sucked his balls into her mouth and rolled them around on her tongue over and over until he could barely stand the pleasure she was giving him. Lightning sparked down his spine, and Dillon’s balls tightened so hard under Thea’s ministrations, an orgasm wasn’t far away. Pulling his balls from her mouth, Dillon pointed his erection down and fed the head of his dick into Thea’s open mouth.

  “Good girl, gorgeous.” Dillon praised as she tried to take all his swollen flesh into her mouth, his head pressing against the sensitive gag reflex at the back of her mouth. Her uncontrollable spasms squeezing his cock until he couldn’t hold back any longer. “Take it, Thea. Drink me all down.” Dillon pulled his dick out of the back of her throat and pumped his hard flesh with one hand. Semen crawled up the length of his cock before bursting from the end, the sensation so intense it sent him crashing to his knees. Dillon roared her name.

  Thea desperately sucked on the end of his dick, trying to get as much of his offering into her body as possible. Dillon continued to shout and groan as waves of pleasure pulsed through his body. His cock started to soften all too soon. Dillon wished the pleasure could go on for hours more, but they both had some work to do before he had the opportunity to come inside of her again.

  “Where are you, sub?” Dillon asked as he pulled his cock of out Thea’s mouth and stepped away from her.

  “Green, Master,” Thea replied promptly.

  “Are you ready to make your Master happy?” he asked.

  “Yes, Master.” Thea stared up at him with eyes clear of panic. There was fear there, but it was Dillon’s job to help her overcome the fear to get a place where she could tolerate the cross.

  “Good. Stand up and walk over to the cross. I want you to walk around it at least once. Reach out. Touch the grain of the wood.” Dillon moved to stand at the foot of the bed. This part of the scene was all about Thea and the decision she would make to either continue or safe-word out.

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  Thea gathered her courage. For a few glorious minutes while Dillon brought her to orgasm and she had sucked down his semen, she had been free of the thoughts of the cross. Now all her stalling tactics were over and by the look on Dillon’s face, she realised that her little top from the bottom would not go unpunished. But he would deal it with later, after the crucible of the St Andrew’s Cross looming above her.

  Taking her time, Thea pushed off from the ground with her hands and stood up. She stretched at the stiffness in her limbs from remaining in slave pose. It had been a long time since she had adopted the position for any length of time. Her younger self thought nothing of waiting for her Master in all sorts of cramped positions to prove her devotion.

  She thought over Dillon’s instructions a few times. The cross was only wood. It was an object, and it couldn’t hurt her. Thea reminded her brain over and over. Unfortunately, in the hours she spent in the basement with the Reverend while he beat her, while he tortured and killed Bondie, the cross had grown from an inanimate object to an object alive and frankly evil.

  The thought that she might be bound to the wooden structure again had her waking up at night in a cold sweat. To her, the St Andrew’s Cross was a symbol of incarceration, but she understood Dillon’s reasoning behind this exercise. She might never feel comfortable on the cross again. But she had to learn not to fear it. Holding her breath, Thea tentatively stepped up to the wooden frame. Master Diego had built this one. The way Master Diego notched the wood in the centre of the X was unique. There was a reason his work was so sought after in the BDSM community. He was an artist, and the works he produced shone with a light of their own.

  Enough stalling, Thea thought grimly. She raised a hand and pushed her arm out towards the wood. Before she could think better of doing it, Thea pressed her fingers into the smooth surface of the cross and waited.

  Terrifying memories of her abductions pressed into her head from all corners of her mind. She closed her eyes. She was drowning in a sea of recollections better left unseen. But they came again, crashing down on her. Thea couldn’t breathe as she saw Esposito again for the first time, how it felt to defy him, believing she was going to die. Again, she had no choice but to watch as Esposito led Bondie into the room. She tried to warn the sub not to let Esposito chain him to the opposite wall, thinking the sub had killed them both, but still wishing with all her heart she could have saved him.

  A sob pulled her from the memory. Thea opened her eyes and stared hard at the wood. Her breathing had increased to the point where she could have just run a hundred meters at a sprint. Her palm was damp where it touched the wood and her skin flushed. The cross was still there. Unmoving. In the same position it had occupied before she touched the wood. Before Thea endured the assault of memories, Dillon’s presence still standing at the foot of the bed penetrated her senses. He hadn’t moved one inch during her initial exploration, but she understood that if she were to fall. Dillon’s strong arms would keep her from harm.

  Without taking her hand from the wood, Thea forced her legs into motion. She traced the grain as she made her way around the cross to the other side. Her brain acknowledged that her fingers were feeling smoothly polished wood. Not the roughly hewn and splinted mess Esposito had used to bind her limbs. This St Andrew’s Cross was about ensuring the best possible care for a sub, not trying to cause more discomfort than necessary.

  Thea understood the difference at an academic level, in any case. Peering through the upper X of the cross, she took in Dillon’s naked form. His cock was semi-hard between his thighs. Washboard abs led down to hips with those sexy notches on them that were impossible to achieve. But it was the look in his eyes that made her melt the most. His dark gaze held acceptance and the knowledge that if he had to wait a hundred nights over, he would still be there watching, and waiting, just hoping for one more moment with her.

  “I’m ready, Master. I want to try.” Thea held his gaze.

  “Good. Because I think this violet wand needs to be taken for a test spin.” Dillon reached behind him to the bed and grabbed the wand. “I want you to get into position. Back against the cross. Hands holding the cuffs above your head and ankles spread apart with the X of the wood. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Master.” Thea focused on Dillon’s instructions rather than how it was going to feel to be up against the cross again. Dillon had deliberately chosen this position, she realised. While in the basement, the Reverend had her facing the cross. She couldn’t see what was happening behind her, and it heightened her fear. It was a tool she had used often when dominating a sub, but now that she had experienced it first-hand in a situation she had no control over, Thea would never forget the helplessness.

  Thea faced the front of the cros
s again. She didn’t close her eyes as she reached a hand out to the wood. Felt only the hard surface as she used it to guide her way turning to face away from the cross. Leaning back, Thea let her bare shoulders touch the wood first letting her hand fall to her side. She looked down and spread her legs to match the wood on the cross. Bolts held the cross in place. There was no way the huge piece of BDSM furniture was going to move on her.

  Testing her weight against the wood, Thea waited a second or two before she raised her arms above her head and looked up. So many times she had stared up at her bound wrists and fought against the manacles holding her in place, she had cut the skin on each of her wrists to ribbons in a vain effort to be free of Esposito. The mass of scars visible around her wrists appeared stark in the light of the room. But she didn’t need to hide them anymore. They were marks of her survival and healing.

  She grabbed onto one of the manacles and held on tight. The stiff leather and sheep wool lining different from the sharp metal cuffs the Reverend used on her. Glancing to the opposite side of the cross, Thea raised her other hand and grabbed on to the leather manacle. She held onto each of the manacles so hard, she was probably restricting the blood to her fingers, but she didn’t care. Thea was standing against the cross. She had obeyed her Master.

  Dillon had plugged in the violet wand and even though he was testing the device on his own skin to make sure it was safe, he had covertly observed her every move until now. Thea concentrated on bringing her breathing back to normal as she waited for Dillon’s next move.

  “You look fucking sexy as hell.” Dillon stood in front of Thea in all his naked glory holding the violet wand.

  “I look ridiculous hanging onto the manacles.” Thea retorted able to find humour in the situation.