The Rehabilitation of Master Dillon (The Dom's of the Cage Series prequel)

by Nelson, P

  “Really? You read my blog?” Dillon asked.

  “Yeah, why is that so surprising?” Flynn looked at Dillon. “I like to keep up with what you’re up to.” A pang of regret went through Dillon. He had started avoiding Flynn when he took over Calla’s submissive training. Now it was a force of habit.

  “Maybe I just find it hard to believe you’d find anything I had to say of interest.” Dillon forced out a laugh. “You’re the big bad alpha Dom, after all.”

  “Listen, Dillon.” Flynn turned to face him. “I know the past few months have been shit, and I didn’t help by dumping my training sub on you, but I want you to know I’m here.” He rubbed a hand over his face. “That sounds stupid and girly.”

  “No, it doesn’t.” Dillon said without thinking. “Actually, it’s not very Dom-like but whatever.” Taking a deep breath, he needed to move on from his disagreement with Flynn or let him go as a friend. “I don’t agree with what you did to Calla, and I think you have feelings for her. But we’ve been friends for a long time, and I want you to know that whatever you’re going through, maybe I can help.”

  “I’m not going through anything.” Flynn assured his friend. “Calla and I were not a good fit, and it was my responsibility as her training Dom to get her what she needed.”

  “Bullshit.” Dillon shook his head. “When you’re ready to tell me what really happened, I’m all ears.”

  “Fine, but there’s nothing to tell,” Flynn said flatly.

  “You playing tonight?” Dillon asked, wanting to change the subject.

  “No, I’m just watching some of the scenes. I think Martin and Linkin have a suspension scene planned for Delaney,” Flynn replied without much enthusiasm.

  “And you haven’t played for almost as long as me now,” Dillon accused and let his comment sink in. The doors to the ladies’ changing room opened, and Calla came out with Dillon’s play partner for the evening. Misty was one of those subs who was never looking for a permanent Dom, and she wanted to try everything. Dillon had once tried to coax her into a permanent contract with him, but she had only laughed. She was the sub that none of the Doms could tame, and she was perfect for his foray into BDSM tonight.

  Calla spotted him and smiled. Her expression dimmed when she saw Flynn standing next to Dillon. Giving Misty’s arm a squeeze, she walked off to watch one of the scenes playing out on the dungeon floor. Flynn had stiffened at the sight of Calla, but he relaxed when she walked away.

  “What are you going to do when she starts playing with other Doms?” Dillon questioned.

  “She’s perfectly free to scene with whoever she chooses. It’s a free dungeon,” Flynn said as Misty came forward and sank down into a standard slave pose with her head down, knees splayed and her hands facing up on her thighs.

  “You keep telling yourself that,” Dillon shot back before focusing all his attention on his sub. She was only wearing a black satin robe that he had told the receptionist to place in her locker. She wouldn’t need any clothing for the evening he planned.

  “How are you, gorgeous.” Dillon laid a hand on Misty’s unruly golden curls. They were in a short pixie cut. Not the norm for subs, but then Misty was far from ordinary.

  “I’m ready to play, Master Dillon.” Misty looked up at Dillon with her large brown eyes twinkling.

  “Good girl.” He held out his hand. “Let’s not waste the evening, I will need all the time I can get to torture you properly.”

  Misty took his outstretched hand and stood up. “I’ve been looking forward to this all week,” she replied in a breathy voice before glancing at Flynn. “Good evening, Master Flynn.”

  “It looks like it will be for you,” he replied with a tight smile.

  “Have a good night, Master Dillon.” Flynn nodded at Dillon before walking away. Dillon caught the frown on Misty’s face.

  “Tonight is for us, beautiful. We can worry about Master Flynn’s problems tomorrow.” Dillon whispered in her ear as he took her by the elbow.

  “Yes, Master,” Misty obediently replied. It was Friday night at The Cage, and as usual, it was busy. All the open stages on the main floor were booked, and Dillon was lucky that Calla had saved him a privacy room just in case he might need it.

  “We’re going to have some fun tonight, beautiful.” Dillon grinned down at Misty whose eyes shone with curiosity and excitement. He guided her through the crowd nodding to Doms and Dommes he knew. Dillon didn’t stop to chat. He wanted to get Misty up into the privacy room before he lost his nerve. He might be excited to play, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t feeling the slightest bit nauseated at having a sub under his care again.

  “Up you go, girl.” Dillon indicated that she walk up the black, iron, spiralling staircase first. The silk robe covered Misty’s assets well, except for her ass and her pussy as he let her get a few steps ahead. He had always thought Flynn was a genius for putting these staircases in. The view was half the fun of taking a sub up to the second floor. Misty must have known he was staring between her legs because she gave her ass a little shake at the top.

  “You’re a brat,” he announced as he joined her at the top of the staircase.

  “So I have been reminded on several occasions, Master.” Misty gave him a cheeky grin.

  “Come on, I want to get you naked so I can see the beautiful sub I get to play with tonight.” Dillon gently took her arm again, and they walked towards the side of The Cage where the publicly available privacy rooms were. They were in number three this evening. Dillon opened the door, and the room’s lights came on automatically.

  Misty stepped inside and went to the middle of the room. Dillon shut the door as she shrugged out of the black satin robe and let it fall to the ground. Not wasting any time, she sank down into her slave pose once again, indicating she was ready to play.

  Dillon had set the room up himself only a half hour before, but he still looked everything over with a critical eye. The St Andrew’s cross was in a prominent position, and he had tested the restraints himself. He went over to the table that held the toys he’d use for the evening and smiled as he picked up the black eye-mask. Walking back to where Misty waited patiently for her Master, Dillon halted in front of her.

  “What is your safe word, beautiful?” Dillon asked her.

  “Rutabaga.” Dillon stifled a laugh and composed his face.

  “We’ll use the stoplight system this evening. Use your rutabaga or red if you want to stop. I will stop immediately, and we’ll discuss your feelings before you leave. Use yellow to halt proceedings if you want to discuss something that is making you uncomfortable and use green if you’re happy to continue. Do you understand, beautiful?”

  “Yes, Master Dillon,” Misty replied promptly.

  “Good girl. Up you get,” Dillon instructed and stood back letting Misty get to her feet in her own time. Smiling, Dillon reached out and caressed both of Misty’s arms before moving in farther. “Today, we’re going to play with sensory deprivation.” He held up the mask.

  “Yes, Master,” Misty replied standing still while Dillon slipped the mask over her face and rested the elastic on the back of her curls.

  “Can you see anything?” Dillon asked.

  “No, Master,” Misty replied, and Dillon was happy to see that her breathing had already sped up.

  “Good, beautiful.” Dillon cupped Misty’s face between his hands and placed a kiss on her softened lips. She gasped, and Dillon took the opportunity to thrust his tongue inside her wet heat. It didn’t take long before Dillon was ravaging Misty’s mouth, and she was gasping for breath, her small breasts heaving with passion.

  Moving his hands from her face, Dillon glided them down along her neck. He moved his mouth from her lips and nipped at her neck, making her breathing hitch slightly. Dillon felt his own passion rising at the wonderful response he was getting from Misty. She was so natural and giving, and in turn, it made Dillon want to inhale her submission before turning it back on her in dominance.

/>   His hands reached her pert breasts, and he massaged them for a minute. They were almost a handful, and he relished the fact he could squeeze them and leave light fingerprint marks on her fair skin for a minute. Dipping his head, he sucked one nipple and part of her breast into his mouth. Misty jumped in response.

  “Oh, Master,” Misty cried out. “That feels so good.” The sound of her calling him Master made Dillon’s cock fill out and stretch. The leather chafed against the soft skin of his erection, and Dillon revelled in the feeling he was creating between him and his sub.

  Using his teeth, Dillon scraped along the sensitive flesh of Misty’s nipple and sucked hard. Misty squeaked and placed her hands on Dillon’s shoulders to balance herself. He let go of her nipple and looked at the distended peak.

  “Perfect.” He murmured before blowing on the over-sensitized flesh. Dillon moved Misty a bit closer to the St Andrew’s cross and reached over to his small worktable. He picked up a nipple clamp with a weighted ball attached to it. Dillon had worked with Misty before, but he had gone over everything he had wanted to do to her over the past week.

  Giving the angry red nipple a quick lick, Dillon used two fingers to pinch the flesh and his other hand to place the sharp-clawed teeth of the clamp on her nipple. Misty gave a short, sharp gasp of surprise. Dillon saw her face twist up in a scowl.

  “Where are you, Misty?” Dillon asked as he stroked her face with one hand.

  “I’m green, Master,” Misty panted out.

  “Good work, beautiful, now for the other one,” Dillon said as he lowered his head and sucked on the opposite nipple in the same way as the first. The sucking motion he created had Misty pressing into his mouth. She moaned as he used his teeth to elongate the nipple and his cock as if she were panting over it. Reaching out, he grabbed the second clamp before releasing the tortured flesh from his mouth and quickly placing the clamp on her swollen nubbin.

  “Master, oh, Master Dillon.” Misty’s face has turned red, and Dillon noticed that she was sweating.

  “Where are you, Misty?” Dillon asked as he watched the small weight swing back and forth to bring her extra sensations.

  “I’m green, Master Dillon,” Misty replied.

  “I’m happy to hear that, beautiful, because I’ve not finished adorning my sub.” Using his hands to guide her, Dillon walked Misty over to the St Andrew’s Cross so she was facing the wood. He positioned her with her legs open wide and her arms along the top of the X formation. He had adjusted it earlier to her height so that her breast weights would fall below the wood.

  Dillon took his time cuffing Misty’s ankles to the cross. Careful to make sure the leather didn’t bite into her skin and she still had circulation in her feet. He moved to restrain her wrists and placed a kiss on them before he buckled the cuffs. He stepped back to survey his handiwork once he was finished.

  “Where are you, beautiful?” he asked as he walked up and pressed his leather-encased erection between her ass cheeks and grabbed hold of her ass.

  “Green sir, very, very green,” Misty replied as she rubbed her ass against him. Dillon groaned and pulled away from her. He landed a firm smack on her ass.

  “There are going to be more of those if you continue to be a brat,” Dillon warned her.

  “Oh, I do hope so, Master Dillon,” she replied, and Dillon relished the cheeky smile she had on her face.

  “Not until I’m finished decorating my beautiful sub,” Dillon admonished before going back to the table and picking up two items. “Have you been stretching your asshole like I asked you to, Misty?” he asked as he poured lube on the glass plug in one hand.

  “Yes, Master,” Misty replied. “Your sub wants to feel her Master’s hard cock inside her tonight.” Misty’s word went straight to Dillon’s cock and his balls tightened up at the thought of pressing his engorged flesh into the tight ring of her asshole.

  Setting the lube aside, Dillon used his free hand to pull one of her ass cheeks away from the other. “Misty, we’re going to find out if you’ve been a good little sub for your Master.” Dillon pressed the glass plug against her sweet rosette and rubbed lube over it. He listened as Misty’s breathing started to come in short pants as he pressed the cone-shaped glass farther into her ass.

  “That’s it, beautiful, you take your Master’s plug.” Dillon crooned as the glass popped past the tight ring of muscle and Misty gave a squeal of pleasure as the glass seated itself inside her. Dillon wiped his hands on a cloth before using both his hands to massage Misty’s ass cheeks. Pressing a finger into the handle of the plug, he fucked it into her a few times before whispering in her ear. He felt his own blood pound in his ears, and he had to control the lust fighting to take her right now in her wet and ready pussy.

  “Don’t come yet, Misty. We still have a few pieces to get onto you.” Dillon licked the shell of her ear. Forcing himself away from the delicious sight of Misty panting, Dillon looked over the rest of his torture implements and picked up a belt with a cone shaped vibe attached to it. Dillon knelt behind Misty and lightly bit both of her ass cheeks before fitting the belt around her waist. He slid a finger along the crease where her ass cheek meets her thigh until it was resting at the entrance of her wet nether lips.

  “You’re ready for me,” Dillon stated as he gently pushed his finger inside.

  “Yes, Master,” Misty said as her channel clenched down on his fingers. Grabbing the strap dangling down the front of her widespread legs, Dillon removed his fingers from Misty’s pussy and fitted the vibe and the butterfly device into place. Misty’s legs locked at the feeling of the foreign object inside of her. Dillon licked his finger clean and groaned at the sweet clean taste of Misty before he fastened the strap to the belt’s back. He made sure it was tight enough to keep the devices in place even when they were vibrating.

  Heart thumping with a mixture of anticipation and excitement, Dillon stood up and surveyed his work of art. Misty was ready for his little game, and he couldn’t wait to play. He grabbed the remote control for the vibe and held it in one hand. Picking up the final piece of equipment from the table, Dillon tested the leather crop in one hand. The sound of the implement meeting the flesh of his hand had Misty’s head snapping up. He walked forward and gently rested the tip of the crop at the base of her neck and slid it down her spine. He rested the end on the plug in her ass.

  “We’re going to play a little game tonight, Misty,” Dillon announced as he continued to smooth the leather crop across her skin.

  “Yes, Master,” Misty sounded out of breath already.

  “I’m going to do my very best to make you come, and you’re going to do your very best not to come.” Dillon let a grin spread from ear to ear. “Every time you have an orgasm, Misty, you will get ten strikes with the crop. Do you understand?”

  Dillon watched as Misty’s throat worked for a minute before she responded. “Yes, Master,” she finally said, and Dillon did his best to ignore the tightness in the front of his leathers.

  “What is your safe word, beautiful?” Dillon asked as he set the crop aside and moved behind Misty.

  “Rutabaga and red, Master,” Misty responded breathily. Dillon knew the anticipation of waiting for the game to begin was almost as titillating as being tied up and decorated for his use.

  “Let’s begin.” Dillon pressed the button on the vibe and Misty’s body jerked in response. It was set at one of the lower speeds, but it was still enough to have Misty groaning and pulling on her restraints. Dillon rubbed his hands over the skin of her back and pushed his hands around her front to cup her breasts. He gently moved each one from side to side to help the weights sway back and forth. He pressed his body against hers and revelled in the feel of his clothed erection against the soft cushion of her ass cheeks.

  “Yes, yes, yes, Master,” Misty shouted, and her whole body stiffened.

  “That’s it come for me, beautiful girl.” Dillon let go of her breasts and kissed Misty’s cheek. “You have earned yourself
ten strikes, beautiful.” Dillon picked up the crop and watched Misty’s body relax against the cross. Her skin was damp with sweat from her first orgasm, and he contemplated where he wanted to mark his gorgeous canvas. He reached into the pocket of his leathers and set the vibe up to a faster speed. Misty clenched in reaction for a minute before settling back down again.

  “Good girl. Now it’s time you take your first punishment.” Dillon stepped up and raised his hand. He breathed deeply and centered his mind. His gaze narrowed, and he concentrated on exactly where he wanted the crop to land first. He swung down with precision and watched as the leather met Misty’s flesh. She groaned at the blow, and the sound settled Dillon even further. He would only warm her skin up with these initial strikes.

  Dillon finished giving Misty her punishment and laid the crop aside. He rubbed his hands down her warmed back and kissed each place where the crop fell. Misty flinched every time his lips met her skin. Straightening up, he pressed a kiss to the side of Misty’s neck. The sound of her whimpering as she tried to stave off the next orgasm fueled every dominant instinct inside of Dillon. He lapped at the skin on her neck until he knew it had become overly sensitive. His chest had become wet with the sweat coming from Misty’s skin, and he inhaled deeply. This connection was what he craved. Between him and his sub, there were no walls or secrets. He moved his hands in front of Misty and grabbed onto her breasts and held them tightly, careful not to touch her nipples.

  Misty screamed and her body thrashed against the wooden frame of the cross as she came again. Tears seeped from under the black mask as she tried to control her reaction.

  “So fucking beautiful, Misty.” Dillon let go of her breasts and kissed her shoulder. “You have gifted me with ten more strikes, gorgeous girl. Thank you.” He picked up the crop again and looked at Misty’s back. She had settled from her orgasm, and he could tell by her taut butt she was waiting for her punishment. He once again reached into the pocket of his leathers and turned the vibe up another notch.