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

by P Nelson

  “Twenty smacks for contradicting me. I will collect later.” Dillon held up the wand, and Thea focused on the device she had loved as a sub. For years, she had tried to think of ways to incorporate it into her scenes, but there was no way she was going to let a sub torture her. And when she had used it on herself, it just wasn’t the same. “I see I have your attention.”

  “You’ve done your homework,” Thea retorted.

  “Every good dominant does. Since you’re one of the best, you know it takes more creative powers to be a Domme than a sub,” Dillon said conversationally.

  “But a hell of a lot of trust to submit to some of the wacky ideas Doms come up with,” she observed.

  “You are so right. Honestly, I wonder where my fellow Doms come up with most of their ideas.” Dillon scanned her body from head to foot before looking her in the eye. “Where are you?”

  “Green.”

  “Good. I’m going to begin on the lowest setting, even though I suspect you can take a hell of a lot more voltage. This is The Cage where we practice safe, sane, and consensual.” Dillon turned the wand on, and Thea held her breath as she listened to the low voltage skim through the top. “This is going to be a lot of fun Thea, try and relax as I make you come over and over.”

  “I like a challenge,” Thea replied. Dillon pressed the top of the violet wand to one of the arms above her head. Thea let out a low moan in response. The electric current was like bubbles racing over her skin, and when Dillon brought it down over her exposed armpit, she had to clutch the manacle above her head in order not to move.

  “Ticklish?” Dillon grinned and continued to run the wand up and down her arm.

  “Maybe just a bit.” Thea was surprised to note she sounded breathless. She wasn’t thinking about the cross or the memories she didn’t want to surface. Her senses were reaching out to Dillon and the wand, trying to determine where he was going to trace the sinfully good feeling next.

  He brought the wand down and drew it across Thea’s shoulder, along her collar bone before running it up her exposed armpit. She let out a squeal of delight at the playful touch.

  “When was the last time you just played, Thea?’ Dillon had stepped in close, his lips to her ear. “When was the last time you just let yourself go and enjoyed the scene, not worrying about the power exchange and how the mechanics of the scene needed to play out?”

  Thea thought for a long time. It took her longer than normal to get her jumbled thoughts in order because Dillon was doing a damn good job of teasing her. Heat pooled between her legs, and she wanted more than anything for him to up the wattage and press it on her clit.

  “I can’t remember,” Thea replied. For her, BDSM had always been a serious pursuit. There was pleasure, but the pain aspect had always made it dangerous, and therefore, every scene needed planning, discussion, and ultimately a serious approach; otherwise, people could get hurt.

  “It’s been a long time for me, too.” Dillon kissed her shoulder as he brought the wand back over her collar bone. “I think we need to take this to the next level.” Dillon pressed a kiss to her lips, and she heard the voltage on the wand kick up.

  Chapter Twenty Three

  Dillon licked Thea’s lips and listened to her breathy moans. His cock had hardened the instant she started to purr under the wand. She loved the voltage against her skin, and Dillon felt like a million bucks for bringing her this pleasure. He was going to have to buy Master Lovett a bouquet of sadist-sticks.

  Pulling away from Thea’s mouth, Dillon drew a line down Thea’s chest with the wand, careful to scrutinize her every reaction. The pulse in the side of her throat was beating hard. Dillon dropped his head and licked the skin over the vein. He used his teeth to bite down on the sensitive area eliciting a squeak from Thea before she thrust her chest out, seeking more of his touch. He held the flesh between his teeth for a full minute dragging the wand to her hardened nipple.

  “Yes.” Thea spoke on a long breathy moan. Dillon let go of Thea’s pulse point and licked the red marks he had made. Thea’s thighs clenched, and his big bad Domme liked a hint of pain with her pleasure. The way they had fucked all those months ago had been an indication of what she preferred but couldn’t get from a true sub.

  “I think this poor little nipple is lonely,” Dillon murmured. Thea held her breath as he brought the wand over to stimulate her other peak. The noises she was making in the back of her throat were enough to have the blood pounding in his cock. The flesh between his legs straining to rub against her, get back inside of her. But he tamped down his needs to focus on her. She needed this. More than she needed the orgasms to come. Just a few minutes where she could be comfortable in her own skin again.

  He moved the wand down her breast and rotated it a few times around her belly. Thea laughed at the sensations he was creating. Dillon opened his mouth and sucked the nearest nipple into his mouth, sucking on her gently. She pressed the globe farther into his face, wanting more of him. He indulged her for another minute, sucking and licking. Making a popping noise, Dillon released her nipple and breast. Satisfied with the red tinge to her skin.

  “Does my gorgeous girl want to come?” Dillon stopped moving the wand in circles and brought it down to the top of her shaved pussy.

  “Oh, yes, please, Master.” Thea’s gaze focused on him. Her eyes had been dreamy a moment before, but now she took in everything he was doing. Dillon reached between Thea’s legs and cupped her sex, just below where the wand was sending pulsing electricity into her skin.

  “Do you want me to open up your slit and press this naughty wand to your clit?” He never took his gaze from Thea’s face. His hand gently rubbing her pussy, her cream wetting his hand.

  “Yes, please, Master Dillon. I want to feel the wand on my clit. I wish it could go inside of me.” Thea’s mouth turned up in a partial smile.

  “You’ll just have to wait for my cock.” Dillon used his fingers to open her slit, exposing her clit. “Hold on, gorgeous. I’m not going to stop until you’re a breathless heap.” He hunkered down between her legs to get a better view of her pussy. A second later, he pressed the head of the wand to Thea’s clit.

  She shouted as her whole body shook. Dillon kissed her skin just above her slit, moving the wand around on her pussy. The manacles she was holding banged against the wooden cross as Thea let out another shriek. Gazing up at Thea’s body from between her legs, Dillon imagined there was no better sight in the entire world. His Thea was fucking gorgeous as she threw her head back and forth on the cross. Chest heaving, she tried to squirm away from the current in the wand. Dillon wasn’t about to give up on his promise now. He wanted her to be a limp mess once he took her on the bed. Tonight was a part of Thea’s reawakening.

  Dillon understood she wanted to be the old Mistress Thea again. But just as time eroded the people we once were, her abduction had hastened the event. Thea swore above him, and her legs squeezed together. Dillon had to push a shoulder between her legs to keep her from hurting herself on the wand. Removing the device for a moment, he glanced up to see Thea was still hanging onto the manacles, but her head bent forward, chest heaving in her body’s need for more oxygen.

  Annoyed his playtime on the cross was cut short but understanding that without the manacles binding her to the cross the potential for her to fall was too great, he shut off the wand.

  “Noooooo.” Thea lifted her lashes as the noise of the electric current stopped.

  “Are you questioning your Master?” Dillon stood up and faced her.

  “No, Master.” Thea sounded dreamy but held enough disappointment for Dillon to smile.

  “Good, gorgeous. Put your arms around me.” He instructed and waited for her to comply. Her fingers slowly loosened one by one, the circulation returning to her white knuckles. “I’m so fucking proud of you, Thea.” He praised once her arms were around his neck. Using brute strength, he picked her up and carried her over to the bed covered in black sheets.

  “Thank
you, Master,” Thea sighed. Dillon wanted to press a kiss to her forehead but understood how much it bothered her. He cuddled her close instead.

  “You don’t ever have to get up on the cross again for me. Tonight, you’ve proven you’re stronger than you believe.”

  &

  Pride infused Thea’s system. She had made Dillon proud of her. The apprehensive sub she had buried years ago perked up at the admiration. More than Dillon’s approval, however, Thea was proud of herself. She’d done it. She hadn’t had her wrists in the manacles. But she had fucking gotten up there, laid her bare flesh against the wood, fought down panic, and got her reward.

  Her toes curled remembering how good the violet wand felt against her nipples, her clit as Dillon forced her body to orgasm repeatedly. Disappointed the game had ended so abruptly, she understood why Dillon had cut the time short. It had become increasingly hard to focus on gripping the manacles above her head. One slip and she would smash into the ground.

  Dillon’s arms around her were so fucking good. Her pussy was swollen and slick, and he was going to get inside of her, and she wanted it so badly. He shifted and sat her in the middle of the bed. She stared up at the spreader bar that was dangling from the ceiling. Cold sweat started to pool between her breasts. Before she could say anything, Dillon spoke.

  “Where are you, Thea?”

  “Amber, Dillon. Amber. Amber. Amber,” she repeated staring up at the bar, her tongue thick inside of her mouth. Dillon would take her concerns seriously. She pried her gaze away from the spreader bar, fitted with cuffs. She was also aware the audio on the room surveillance would have picked up the use of the amber safe word. The surveillance team would be listening and watching the feed of their conversation intently. The team would call in a senior dungeon monitor for a second opinion. Her safety would be their number one priority. She was stupid for not just saying green.

  “Don’t.” Dillon shook his head recognising what she was thinking. “I saw the panic on your face and would have called you out anyway.” Thea focused on Dillon’s words and tried to get her panicky thoughts in order.

  “I don’t want to be manacled in any way,” she said emphatically. Tonight had been amazing, but she had no intention of pushing her head any further.

  “You’ve done all the limit pushing you need for the night. The bar is for the next scene, but I won’t be using the manacles. Again, this will be all about you and what you can take. I want you to put your knees over the bar, open your pussy and ass to me. I’m going to fuck you like that. It will be your responsibility to keep your legs from falling from the bar. Do you understand?”

  Thea thought over everything he said. She imagined her knees resting on either side of the leather cuffs. How it would feel to have Dillon pounding into her from that angle. Her pussy tightened.

  “Yes, Master, I understand,” she ultimately replied.

  “Do you agree to the scene?” Dillon prompted. His face betrayed no expression as if her answer didn’t affect him in the slightest. The erection between his legs gave away his true feelings, however.

  “Yes, Master.” Thea stared up at the bar for a minute. Dillon ambled over to a set of ropes near the headboard and unravelled one of the lengths from its discreet location. A minute later, the spreader bar lowered farther, and he judged the height to the bed accordingly. Twisting the rope through the handles on the wall, he tied off the length and kneeled on the side of the bed.

  “If the bar is too high or low, we can always adjust it once your legs are in place.” Dillon stroked a hand up one of Thea’s inner thighs, and she sighed at the contact. He squeezed the flesh just below her pussy causing a sigh to erupt from her chest.

  “Yes, Master,” Thea agreed.

  “Good. I’m going to help you get your legs up onto the bar.” Dillon talked her through the next couple of minutes. Thea understood it was to make her more comfortable with the scene. She wanted to tell him that as long as he didn’t use the manacles, she was fine. But this was his scene to run, and Thea needed to be patient. She would probably have done the same had their positions been reversed. Dillon made sure her circulation was fine once her legs were over the bar by lightly pinching her skin and holding her toes.

  “Are you comfortable?” Dillon asked. She looked up, her body suspended in the air. Her head and shoulders were resting comfortably on the sheets with her lower body suspended above. Her knees were wide open, her pussy and asshole ready for Dillon’s pleasure.

  “Yes, Master,” she replied.

  “Good. Rest your arms beside your body on the bed. You’ll need the leverage once I’m fucking you,” Dillon instructed. Positioning his body between her legs, Dillon held one of her ass cheeks in place as he guided the head of his cock to her entrance.

  He pushed inside an inch, and they both moaned in pleasure. His other hand grabbed onto her opposite ass cheek. He held still, only the head of his cock inside her body. Thea grinned up at him and squeezed the muscles of her channel as hard as she could. Dillon growled down at her.

  “You are the naughtiest sub I’ve ever encountered,” he admonished but didn’t move.

  “I find that intensely hard to believe, Master.” She did it again, simulating how her channel would milk his cock when she came on him. He grunted as sweat started to bead on his forehead. He pressed his fingers into her ass harder, the pinch going straight to her clit, warmth pooling in her lower belly. “I’ve met some of the subs you’ve played with in the past.”

  &

  “Thea.” Dillon locked his jaw on the pleasure Thea was forcing on his body. He needed to concentrate on the next few moments, because once he started fucking her, only her safe word was going to stop him. “You are my once and future sub. Do you understand? For me, you’re the woman I want. It doesn’t matter if you’re lying underneath me, or I’m tied up like a pretzel. You’re the woman for me.” The last of his words came out sounding guttural. His control was slipping, but she needed to understand tonight was a beginning.

  “Yes, Dillon.” Thea stared up at him, sincerity in her expression. “You’re my once and future Dom, the man I want to work over as my sub. For me, you’re perfect.” He appreciated how hard those words were for Thea to say. The dominant inside her was still there, still wanted to be acknowledged. Pride and another emotion he wasn’t ready to name welled up inside of him. The brave, beautiful woman saw him and wanted to be with him.

  “Hang on, gorgeous. This is going to be one wild ride.” Dillon rammed his cock home in one ferocious thrust. Thea’s body bowed farther from the bed to meet his cock. Dillon’s muscles strained as he looked down on Thea, impaled on his hard length, her channel fitting him like a glove. She was so tight after all the orgasms he had forced on her body. Her eyes fluttered shut. Dillon pulled out and thrust hard back into her, using his grip on her ass to hold her in place.

  Thea grunted in pleasure. Her entire body tensing as Dillon continued to fuck into her body. She felt so good around his cock; he didn’t have much of a chance of holding back his orgasm.

  “Pinch your clit for me,” he demanded roughly.

  Thea’s eyes opened wide, and she stared up at him. Using one arm to balance underneath her, Dillon’s gaze focused on her manicured hand as it slid around her ass, fingers hovering over her clit. Dillon smacked her ass hard with one hand. Thea jumped, expression turning to surprise.

  “I’m not fucking around, sub. Pinch that fucking clit.” Dillon was breathless as he stepped up the pace of his thrusts.

  “Yes, Master.” Thea complied. Dillon’s balls drew up tight to his body as he saw Thea complying with his demand. Her fingers entered the top of her slit and slipped unerringly to her needy bud. She used her thumb and forefinger to grab onto the sensitive bundle of nerves. Her hips jerked a few times, and her channel spasmed around his cock.

  “Fuck, yes. Just like that, gorgeous.” Dillon raised his eyes to the ceiling of the room and did his best to hold on. If he watched Thea torture her own cl
it for much longer, he would come all over her. A whoosh of air signalled Thea’s release. She dragged air into her lungs before screaming out Dillon’s name. He stared back down at her writhing on the end of his dick and slammed into her hard. His semen bursting into her channel.

  Her knees trembled on the bar. Dillon pulled out of her, and they both groaned. Come dripped down from her pussy. He helped her get into a comfortable position on the bed before rising and walking over to the generous bathroom attached to this room. Dillon leaned over the deep claw foot tub and turned the water on. Countless products ranging from bath salts to simple soaps lined the shelves in the opulent bathroom. He selected a bath salt smelling of jasmine and sprinkled a handful into the warm water. Once he was certain the water was the right temperature, Dillon grabbed a towel and walked back out into the main room.

  “Are you running a bath for me?” Thea lay on her side, watching the bathroom door.

  “Yup. You’ve been a well-behaved sub tonight.” Dillon crossed the room and leaned down. Thea automatically scooted to the side of the bed and opened her legs for him. Dillon used the hand towel to wipe his semen away. He threw the towel into the proper basket and held his arms out to Thea. She wrapped her arms around him.

  “I’d forgotten how much fun it could be to simply submit.” Thea sounded as if she was thinking over what had happened tonight. “Not that I have ever trusted anyone to fully submit.” Dillon grunted in response and left her sitting on the edge of the tub. He walked out of the bathroom and came back with a water bottle and chocolate.

  “You think too much.” Dillon nodded for her to get into the tub. She grimaced at him and complied, taking careful note of her expression. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the water on her skin. “I get you’re a badass Domme and all.” Dillon smiled as Thea’s eyes snapped open. He handed her the water bottle and set the box of chocolates aside. Climbing into the tub behind her, Dillon arranged Thea against his chest. “But you don’t have to be a hard ass all the time.”