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

by Nelson, P

  “Oh, Master,” Misty cried out at the increased sensation. Dillon grinned as he ran the crop against her back, watching her stiffen further. He raised the crop and let it fall a bit harder than he had with the last strikes. Misty shouted at the first contact, and Dillon waited to see whether she’d use her safe word. Misty’s face was contorted in a mixture of pleasure and pain, but she remained silent. Dillon raised the crop and landed the rest of the strikes across her back creating a pattern that would eventually emerge with further strikes.

  Misty’s breaths were coming in short pants as Dillon put the crop down on the small table. He moved around in front of the cross and put a hand out to smooth back her short curls from her face. Misty moved into his touch, wanting to feel his affection.

  “My beautiful girl. This is going to be fast and painful, but I assure you it will be worth it. Dillon leaned down and looked at her nipples. They had been in the clamps long enough to make them look like little red berries, fruit that Dillon was very eager to taste. He blew on her first nipple and Misty tried to pull away from his mouth. “Oh no, gorgeous. This little bud is all mine.” He held his breath for a second before releasing the clamp and setting his mouth to the distended flesh.

  Her mouth opened wide, Misty shrieked in a continuous wail as she tipped her head back. Dillon sucked on the tortured nipple as hard as possible as he felt Misty’s orgasm rip through her body. At once she was stiff, writhing, and finally utterly languid as the pain of the nipple clamp being removed edged away. Releasing her flesh, Dillon took a couple of steadying breaths. He had almost come in his leathers at the sight of Misty’s hard orgasm.

  “Ten more strikes, my naughty little sub,” Dillon’s voice croaked out, and he tried to clear his throat. “But we’re going to wait until this nipple clamp comes off first.” Misty whimpered above him, and he reached a hand out to steady her. Staring at the tortured nubbin, he shook his head. “I’m afraid it must be done, gorgeous. Try not to have an orgasm.” Misty drew in a great breath of air as Dillon released the clamp and sucked down hard on her flesh.

  The force of her orgasm had Misty pounding her hips against the frame of the St Andrew’s cross. Her voice had become hoarse as she yelled out her pain and pleasure. Dillon moved a hand in front of where her pelvis was meeting the wood, worried she might damage her skin. Rolling her nipple around on his tongue, Dillon concentrated on not filling his leathers up with semen. It was hard, as Misty had done such a beautiful job surrendering to him. He let go of her flesh with a little pop and stared at his sub; she was sagging against the wooden frame her head lolling to one side. Dillon knew the vibe inside her and the one resting against her clit would build another orgasm in her, but wanted to get these strikes out of the way.

  Standing back up and walking around to survey her back, he picked the crop up and weighed it in his hand. He pressed the tip to the base of her neck again, so she could prepare for the ordeal to come, and let it slide down once again. Rolling his shoulders back, Dillon did his best to ignore his pounding erection that wanted to sink into Misty’s hot flesh. He could see her wetness sliding down the sides of her legs from so many orgasms. Dillon removed the tip of the leather from her sweat-slicked skin and brought it down. He used the whole of her back to once again create the pattern he wanted. The strikes from these orgasms were just showing as pink lines on her delicate skin. The sight only made Dillon more aroused.

  When he was finished, he dropped the crop onto the ground, surveying the sub in front of him. He undid the front of his leathers and finally released his cock. “Where are you, Misty?” he asked, stepping right up to her and smoothing his swollen flesh across her ass cheeks. Dipping between her butt cheeks he wiggled the anal plug.

  “Green, Master.” Misty’s words were thick as she forced her mouth to move. He knew it was only a matter of time before she released again.

  “Perfect, beautiful girl.” He kissed her shoulder as he worked the plug out of her ass. Setting it aside, he picked up the lube from the table and squeezed a liberal amount onto his rock-hard cock and into her asshole. She shivered and clenched at the sensation. “I’m going to fuck this perfect little asshole now, Misty.”

  “Yes, Master.” Misty’s voice came out on a sob, and he felt her begin to clench.

  “This orgasm and any following it are free, gorgeous girl. You have played a very good game with your Master,” Dillon said as he positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to her ass.

  “Thank you, Master.” Misty sighed at the praise just as Dillon flexed his hips forward, plunging his aching erection into her tight ass. He got halfway inside her before he pulled out and began working his way inside her again. She clenched around him, and he gritted his teeth. The hot, tight feeling around his dick was almost too much to bear.

  Misty was groaning, bearing down on him, making noises that only came with complete abandon. Dillon had brought her to a place where she only felt, everything else was set aside in this moment, and he grabbed onto her ass cheeks and fucked all the way into her. He held still as he felt the vibe down the length of his shaft.

  “You’re so fucking good, Misty,” Dillon exclaimed before he pulled out and began pumping in and out of her. Squeezing his eyes closed at the intense pleasure he felt, Dillon concentrated on Misty’s body. His balls had tightened painfully, and the base of his spine tingled, wanting to release. After only a dozen strokes inside of her, she thrust her ass back as far as the restraints would allow and let out a guttural cry. The muscles in her ass clamped down so hard on his cock that Dillon had no choice.

  He let go of his orgasm on a shout and pumped furiously into her for a minute as he felt his semen rise up the length of his cock and shoot into Misty over and over again. He grunted in satisfaction as he ripped the clasp of the belt holding the vibe and the clit stimulator in place open. The small vibe released from Misty’s sopping pussy and the whole apparatus fell to the ground as Dillon held still inside of Misty’s ass.

  Dillon was holding Misty up as she struggled to gain strength in her legs. He began to breath in and out slowly to gain control of his own body before kissing each of the red welts now adorning her back. Slipping his semi-hard cock out of her ass, Dillon waited until Misty could stand on her own before letting go of her completely.

  Shucking his leathers all the way off, Dillon knelt and undid each of Misty’s ankles. Gently kissing each one when they were free. He performed the same service on her wrists before scooping her up into his arms and carrying her to the shower.

  “How are you doing, beautiful?” He asked as he sat her down on a towel laid out on top of the toilet seat. He immediately went to the shower and turned it on.

  “So good, Master Dillon.” Misty’s eyes were half closed, and she looked replete with pleasure. Dillon smiled and felt pride that he had brought Misty to this place. He had given her pain but only to enhance her pleasure. Checking her arms, legs, and her nipples to make sure there was no permanent damage, he held out a hand and helped her to stand under the shower spray. He watched as she turned her face up into the spray and let the water cascade down her body.

  Running his hands down her back, he made sure that the welts wouldn’t leave any permanent damage and be gone by morning. Satisfied that his sub was in good health, he grabbed a sponge and some sweet-smelling body lotion from the rack. He began gently massaging her shoulders, working his way down. Taking his time to massage her limbs and body.

  “Thank you, Master Dillon.” Misty snuggled into the fluffy robe Dillon placed around her shoulders before going back into the shower to quickly wash. He was done in a minute and turned the water off and towelled off quickly, wrapping the linen around his hips.

  “The pleasure is all mine, Misty.” Dillon gave her a genuine grin before he ushered her back into the main room and over to the bed. He climbed up onto the black satin sheets and arranged the pillows behind his back before opening his arms up. Misty obediently crawled up onto sheets and into his arms. He
laid a trail of kisses on the top of her damp golden curls down the side of her face. He licked the shell of her ear and bit down on her earlobe. Dillon felt Misty grow restless in his arms and blood pumped to his hardening cock again.

  “I hope you don’t think we’re done for the night.” Dillon buried his face in the place where her neck met her shoulder and inhaled the delicate fragrance of her skin and the soap he used.

  “Never, Master Dillon.” Misty purred as she opened the front of her robe and bared her damp skin to the cooler air. Her skin broke out in goose bumps and Dillon lifted his head from where he was rubbing his nose to look at the effect.

  “You’re a beautiful sub, Misty,” Dillon praised as he ran a hand from her neck down between the valley of her breasts to her mons. Misty stretched out under his touch, giving him as much access to her body as this position would allow.

  “As always, you make me feel beautiful, Master Dillon.” Misty’s body undulated as Dillon ran his hand back up.

  “I think it’s time I had a taste of this beautiful body, girl.” Dillon lifted Misty off his lap and arranged her so that her head was facing away from the headboard and her legs were spread open for his gaze. “Is your little asshole sore?” he asked as he pressed a finger to the red puckered skin.

  “Maybe a little bit,” Misty’s replied on a long exhalation. Her colour was up on her cheeks, and Dillon knew she was getting as excited as he was. His erection tented out the front of his towel, but he did his best to ignore it. Shifting up onto his knees, he leaned forward and placed her thighs high up on his shoulders. He looked down at her pink swollen folds already wet with growing desire. Sticking his tongue out he thrust it up her channel as far as his face would allow. Loving the feeling of her soft pussy and lips pressing against his nose, cheeks, and chin.

  Misty shuddered as he began to suck and lick at her tender folds, eating her like a ravenous man. Paying special attention to her clit, he licked the tiny distended bundle of nerves until she cried out and thrust her pussy up into his face. Dillon gave her one last lick before looking up to find Misty staring down at him.

  “Fucking delicious.” He rose above her and kept her legs over his shoulders, letting her lower body rise with him off the bed. Undoing the towel around his hips, he let it fall to the side as he worked his cock over a few times. “I want to feel you come on my cock at least twice, beautiful girl.” Glancing down he positioned the head of his cock at her entrance and pressed inside slowly, savouring the way her tight, hot channel sucked him inside. He groaned along with Misty as his balls bounced lightly off her ass cheeks.

  “Fuck me, Master.” Misty smiled up at him coyly as she wriggled her ass into his body.

  “I intend to, and that’s ten smacks for swearing,” Dillon announced as he pulled back and thrust back into her. “Good little subs don’t swear.”

  “Fuck no, Master,” Misty replied on a grin and she had to grab the sheets to stay in position as Dillon began to pound into her. Releasing one of her ass cheeks, he reached between them and began massaging her clit. He felt her legs tighten around his ears and started to thrust faster. She began to thrash her head back and forth on the sheets and Dillon pinched her clit between two fingers. It was enough to have Misty howling at the ceiling, her legs clench around his head and her channel tighten painfully down on his cock. He had to stop thrusting for a full minute to keep his own control. Once her legs relaxed, he began to thrust again, and Misty squirmed underneath him.

  “Master, no more. I can’t come again. I swear,” Misty panted out.

  “Use your safe word or come for me again, beautiful,” Dillon ground out as sweat blossomed on his forehead. Misty shook her head in denial, her face going red with her pleasure. “Good girl, struggle for me. Struggle for your Master. I want to give you everything.” Dillon soothed Misty as he continued to ride her. Dillon watched his cock slide in and out of her swollen channel and felt his balls tighten up again. They were both struggling as they engaged fully in the power exchange. She wanted to please her Master, and Dillon wanted to shower his sub with pleasure. He felt her walls flutter and knew she was just about to give him exactly what he wanted.

  “That’s it, Misty. Come all over my cock. Do it, beautiful girl,” Dillon grunted as Misty tightened around him. She choked out a wail of pleasure as Dillon ground down onto her body, releasing her legs from his shoulders he let them flop wide on the mattress, as he used the bounce of the bed to fuck into her. Misty continued to wail as Dillon erupted inside of her. He yelled out and buried his head in her shoulder as he stayed still for a minute, relishing in the moment he had created.

  Lifting off Misty’s body, he looked down into her face. She wore a sleepy expression and yawned, not bothering to lift her hand up. Dillon leaned down and kissed each side of her mouth.

  “Let me get you a drink of water before I put you back in the shower,” Dillon said as he slipped his semi-erect cock from her wet folds.

  “What will we do after that?” Misty looked up at him with wide eyes.

  “I guess I’ll just have to get you dirty all over again.” Dillon gave her a cheeky smile and felt something inside of him loosen. The tension he had felt for months was slowly easing. It wasn’t completely gone, but looking at the sleepy face of Misty, who had given him her wonderful submission, made him feel like a Dom again. He moved off the bed and went over to where some water bottles stood ready. Maybe, just maybe, he might be able to find himself again.

  &

  “You’re looking happy.” Calla smiled at Dillon the next evening as she approached where he was standing waiting for a public scene to take place.

  “No need to tell you why.” Dillon shot back and grinned at her to soften his words.

  “Nope, the look on Misty’s face said it all.” Calla returned his grin and took a deep breath. “I’m proud of you.”

  “Isn’t that what Doms say to subs, not the other way around?” Dillon joked with her.

  “Not in this instance,” Calla replied and watched the Dom on stage set up a scene for his sub.

  “You playing tonight?” He noticed she wasn’t wearing a dungeon monitor shirt like him this evening.

  Calla shook her head before she spoke, “I’m just here to perv on other people and talk to a few subs.” She let out a long sigh before she opened her mouth to continue.

  “I hate to break up this cosy chat, but we have a problem.” Flynn’s voice had Dillon turning to his friend as he watched Calla’s shoulders bunch up around her ears.

  “What kind of problem?” Dillon asked as he scanned the rest of the club. It was a busy Friday night in the dungeon, and it was packed with kinksters of all stripes looking to unwind from their stressful, mundane lives.

  “You’re ex-sub is here looking to play.” Flynn dropped his bombshell, and Dillon felt it explode in his gut. For a second, he couldn’t breathe. Calla placed a steadying hand on his forearm. She looked at Flynn with a frown; Dillon watched as she buried her own feelings for the other man.

  “Miss Moretz is here wanting to scene?” Calla repeated.

  “Yeah, she does. Except that she was never technically a member of the club. She was always Master Dillon’s plus one.” Flynn shook his head. “She’s asking to speak to you.” Calla stood up straighter and moved to stand halfway in front of Dillon. He watched her and almost smiled. She was trying to protect him, even though he was the Dom and she was the sub.

  “This is what she wants.” Calla stared straight at Flynn without flinching. She was putting all her baggage aside with her former Dom to be his friend, his shrink. “It’ll be giving her what she wants if Master Dillon goes out there. I’ll speak to her myself and explain that we have some new rules at The Cage, and if she wants to play she’ll have to apply for a membership and pass the new psych test like everyone else.”

  Flynn held up his hand for a second to stall Calla and pressed the earpiece he was wearing further into his ear. His eyes became distant for a second befor
e his whole face turned into a deep frown.

  “Yeah, I’m on my way.” Flynn stared down at Calla with what Dillon liked to call his Dom stare and pinned her to the ground. “You stay here. Miss Moretz is getting physical, and I don’t want you anywhere near that.” He looked up and nodded at someone behind his back. Dillon glancing behind him and spotted a small group of people watching them, one woman wearing a black terry cloth robe broke away from the group.

  “You think we need a lawyer?” Dillon turned back to Flynn. “I’m going out there. This is my problem, and I’m not going to let you get in shit because of it.”

  “Dillon, listen to reason,” Calla began, but he was already moving towards the discreet door that led directly to the front of the building between the two changing rooms.

  “Calla, you stay here, or you can go upstairs and watch everything on the monitors.” Flynn’s voice would make lesser subs obey without an argument.

  “I’m the resident shrink,” Calla argued, “and Dillon needs some support, You’re not keeping me from this. Besides, you’re letting Frankie come.” Her voice had grown stubborn, and since Dillon could still hear the conversation, it meant they were following closely behind him as he whipped the fire door open.

  “Frankie is Queen’s Council and deals with shit like this every day. Get your ass back on the dungeon floor,” Flynn’s voice roared, and Dillon paused. Flynn never lost his cool, but he was certainly losing his shit at the moment. He wanted to turn around and point out that he still had feelings for his old training sub, but he could hear Tiffany’s tantrum bouncing off the concrete walls.

  Dillon walked into the reception area behind the desk. Maryanne, one of The Cage’s receptionists, was standing behind the desk along with Adrian her Dom who was wearing a DM shirt. They were both watching Dillon’s old sub throw one hell of a nasty tantrum.

  “You fucking assholes! I want to see my Dom right fucking now! I know he’s in there playing with other girls,” Tiffany shouted at them.