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

by Nelson, P

  “I’m green, Mistress.” Dillon’s voice may sound confident, but inside he felt like a bundle of nerves. Just because Mistress hadn’t tied him down didn’t mean he felt any less vulnerable. He heard the smack of her hand meeting his ass before he felt the stinging pain. His breath jerked as another smack hit his ass, and he had to force his body not to move away from the punishment. The first ten smacks had him panting hard and he felt his cock and balls jerk forward every time Mistress Thea’s palm lit his skin up. She paused for a minute.

  “You’re taking your punishment very well, boy. Where are you?” She asked him as she moved around to cup his balls. The feeling of her rolling them over in her delicate hands had him biting his lip. If she didn’t stop he was going to come all over her hands, and all she had done was spank him and cup his nuts.

  “Green, Mistress Thea. I’m green.” Dillon bit out trying to hold in his orgasm.

  “Good boy.” She intoned as she squeezed his balls more tightly. Dillon groaned as the pleasure mixed with pain. Dillon’s dick was so hard he thought one touch of Mistress Thea’s hands and he would completely disgrace himself. Mistress Thea pulled her hand away from his balls and unleashed a volley of smacks onto his ass. The stinging pain merged with pleasurable heat, and Dillon felt himself rocking backward into each thrust.

  “You want to come, boy?” Mistress Thea asked as she came around the front of him.

  “Yes, Mistress Thea.” Dillon replied as she stroked a finger over his chin. She pressed a finger into his mouth and he sucked on the digit in pulses that matched the blood pumping through his cock.

  “Where do you want to come, boy?” She asked him and Dillon had to think. Was this a trick question? No one had ever really asked him that before. Normally, he just said I’m going to come on your tits or your ass or whatever. “You’re thinking too hard.” Mistress Thea’s other hand shot out and she grabbed onto one of his nipples and twisted. He yelped in pain. “I am your Mistress, your body and mind belong to me. Give me your submission. Where do you want to come?”

  “Down your throat.” Dillon yelled as she withdrew her thumb from his mouth and used it to torture his other nipple.

  “Was that so hard?” She asked as she let go of his raw nubbins.

  “Yes.” Dillon croaked out.

  “This is going to be much harder, then.” Mistress Thea walked over to where she had left her kit bag and Dillon watched out of the corner of his eye as she pulled a crop out. “I was going to let you come now, but since you’re being a very stubborn little sub. It looks like we’re going to have to do this the hard way.” She walked back over to Dillon and laid the tip of the crop on the back of his neck. Dillon shivered as he felt it slide down his spine and rest for a moment on the edge of his ass crack. The leather skimmed down the crack of his ass, over his puckered hole until she was caressing his sack. She played with him for a little while before placing a hand on one of his ass cheeks.

  “This is for your own good, boy.” Mistress Thea pulled the crop away. “Ask me to beat your ass.”

  “Beat my ass, Mistress,” Dillon promptly replied. The anticipation was killing him and he wasn’t sure how long he could last without having an orgasm.

  “Why do you deserve my crop, boy?” Mistress Thea asked, clearly enjoying listening to him beg.

  “I’m a very naughty sub,” Dillon ground out. He wanted to feel the crop, but he was growing frustrated with the byplay. He heard the whistle of the crop before it landed on one of his ass cheeks. He inhaled sharply, and his whole body shook at the blow.

  “Are you being disrespectful?” Mistress Thea demanded as she landed another blow on his other cheek.

  “Yes, Mistress.” Dillon shouted as he felt her rain blows down on his ass and upper thighs. He was panting hard and doing his best to stay in position. It took everything he had not to jump up and grab the crop out of her hands and break the damn thing in two.

  “Why are you being disrespectful?” Mistress Thea continued to beat his ass relentlessly. Her arm coming down again and again until Dillon thought his skin must be flayed. But he wasn’t going to safe word out. He could take the pain; he had inflicted a lot over the years, and he knew he could do this.

  “Because I fucking hate this,” Dillon yelled out.

  “What do you fucking hate, sub?” Thea continued to abuse his backside as she asked the question.

  “I hate that I have to do this. Be out of fucking control because that crazy bitch wanted to end me.” Dillon jerked in surprise as a sob broke out of his throat. It sounded like a bark. “I haven’t done anything wrong, damn it.” Another sob broke out of his chest, and it wasn’t until he felt Mistress Thea’s hands guiding him into the fetal position with his head in her lap and one hand stroking up his back, that he realised she had stopped. He choked and cried as she stoked his hair out of his eyes and whispered words of comfort.

  Dillon let go of everything. His feelings of embarrassment over crying right now, his anger and resentment at Tiffany for trying to ruin his life and a career that he really loved and, most especially, for allowing Tiffany to use him. Dillon started as he came to a conclusion. His real rage was at himself. He was known as a great Dom who could read women. He hadn’t read Tiffany, or he had read her and thought he could handle her games. Dillon knew now it had been pure hubris on his part. He had made a mistake with Tiffany, but he wasn’t going to let it ruin the rest of his life.

  “There now, sub.” Mistress Thea smiled down at him. “How do you feel?” Dillon’s heart skipped a beat as he looked up into her blue eyes. A darker grey rimmed the blue. He could stare into them for hours. She had small wrinkles around her eyes, indicating she liked to laugh. Dillon liked to laugh.

  “Like I’ve run a marathon except instead of my feet being sore, my ass is on fire.” Dillon grinned up at her.

  “I think my sub deserves a treat for taking his punishment so well.” Mistress Thea smiled. “What do you think, sub?” She reached down and touched his cock. He might have been blubbering like a baby, but apparently his cock had kept up hope for somehow getting inside Mistress Thea.

  “Your sub wants you any way he can get you,” Dillon replied truthfully. Mistress Thea smiled down at him.

  “Lie down on your back, sub.” She instructed and scooted off the table. Dillon quickly complied and watched as she went around the side of the table to where his cock stretched up to belly button. “You have a beautiful cock, sub.”

  “Thank you, Mistress Thea.” Dillon gasped as she wrapped her fingers around the sensitive flesh. She handled him roughly, and Dillon did his best not to disgrace himself. A pearl of semen pooled on the head of his angry red cock. Mistress Thea stared at the fluid, apparently fascinated.

  “I’m going to have to get my fill, sub.” Mistress Thea licked her red lips with relish before she tilted her head forward and sucked the top half of his cock into her mouth. Dillon grabbed onto the sides of the table and held on. “Do you want to come?” she asked as she scraped a nail down his balls.

  “Yes, Mistress Thea. Please let me come in that sweet mouth of yours,” Dillon begged. His spine was tingling, and he could feel his semen bubbling up the shaft of his cock. He watched her lips part in a smile as she damned him.

  She shook her head. “I’m not done with my new toy.” Her head went down again and she sucked him back into her mouth. Dillon gasped, groaned, and began pleading with her. He wanted to shoot his semen down her throat so badly, but she appeared to be ignoring his agony as she continued to lick and suck his dick. Just as he thought he couldn’t hold out a second longer, she lifted her head.

  “Give me all your come, sub.” She ordered as she yanked on his balls causing him to yell out in pain. He had no control of his cock as spurts of semen began erupting into Mistress Thea’s mouth. She hummed over his sensitised cock, and tears formed in the corners of his eyes. She released his cock, letting it fall back onto his body in a semi-flaccid state. Dillon did his best to catch his b
reath.

  “You’re not done for the evening, sub.” Mistress Thea climbed up on to the table and inched above his shoulders. Pulling her leather skirt up, she exposed her pussy to Dillon’s gaze. His eyes riveted on the pink prize just out of his reach.

  “What would my Mistress like?” Dillon asked as he licked his lips.

  “I am going to ride your face until I come all over you, sub.” Mistress Thea spread her knees a bit wider and she came down a couple of more inches. “You had better make this count, sub, otherwise I will put your cock and balls into a rubber ring that won’t let you come at all.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” Dillon would say anything at this point to get his mouth on those puffy pink lips and lick all her cream up. She finally lowered herself down and let her pussy lips brush against his mouth. It was all the invitation he needed. He stuck his tongue out and licked from one end of her slit to the other. He heard the breath hiss out of Mistress Thea’s mouth as he began to eat his favourite meal. Using his tongue, teeth, and the stubble on his cheeks, Dillon went to work with gusto. In minutes, Mistress Thea was grinding her pelvis down on his face and Dillon was spearing into her channel with his tongue.

  “That’s it. Fuck.” Mistress Thea yelled out as her whole body stilled above him. It was weird to remain underneath her and not command her to come. He stuck his tongue out further and lapped at the cream coming from her clenching pussy. He wanted to drown himself in her perfect cunt. Instead, he was disappointed when she lifted her body away and looked down at him. Mistress Thea’s face was flushed, and she looked like a woman who had experienced a very good orgasm.

  “You’ve done very well, sub.” Mistress Thea shimmied down Dillon’s body and he felt the wet heat of her pussy on his chest and stomach before she reached his upper thighs. He looked down to where his dick had fully recovered from her blowjob.

  “Thank you, Mistress.” Dillon smiled at her like an idiot. He was happy to have pleased her. More than anything he wanted to plunge his cock into her pussy while his fingers played in the sweet puckered asshole he had glimpsed while he ate her, but this was her rodeo.

  “I’m going to ride your cock.” She announced as she used one hand to position herself over his throbbing dick. “Put your feet flat on the table.” Dillon shifted to obey her. “Good boy. I don’t normally do this, but you have such a pretty cock, it’s begging for my pussy to milk the come out, isn’t it?”

  “Yes, Mistress Thea.” Dillon choked out as he felt her wet heat on the head of his cock. “My cock wants to feel your tight pussy all around it.”

  “Good boy.” Mistress Thea lowered herself down slowly, and Dillon fought to keep his hands at his sides. It was so hard not to reach out and pull the leather corset off Mistress Thea’s breasts and suck her nipples until she screamed. He wanted to hold her hips while thrusting up into her so hard she couldn’t think. Instead, he bit his lip and locked his muscles down onto the table. He did everything in his power not to move a muscle as her pussy sucked and ate up his dick. It was the only way to describe how Mistress Thea felt around his swollen shaft. She was everything he ever wanted in a sexual partner.

  He had to shake his head a few times to clear out the crazy thoughts. She was a Domme, and he was a Dom. This was a one-time only gig. Her pelvis met his, and he swore he could feel her cervix against the head of his cock. He gazed up at her and their eyes met. Dillon was incapable of doing anything, but staring into the beautiful blue depths of her eyes. Everything else fell away. His loft, his feelings of betrayal, his life as a Dom. Hell, even his conscious thoughts of being a singular person. The woman who was sitting on his cock, her channel squeezing his dick was his woman. She peered down at him with a look of surprise and wonder on her face. His soul cried out to merge with hers.

  Reaching his hands up, he cradled her hips in his hands. They were moving away from Domme/sub territory right now, and he wasn’t sure how she was going to react, but he felt as if his body had a will of its own. His hands on her bare skin seemed to wake her from a trance, and she pushed her pelvis forward. They both cried out at the pleasure the friction caused. Dillon wanted to pick her up and lay her out on his bed and fuck into her so hard she would never forget the identity of her true mate.

  Dillon reached his hands up and pushed her leather bustier down her body, exposing her pierced nipples. He groaned as she leaned forward and placed a perfect breast in his face. Using his tongue, he laved the tip with long strokes before sucking it into his mouth. Her pussy clamped down on his cock as he used his hands to massage her ass cheeks. Mistress Thea was becoming wild on top of him, grinding down on his pelvis to gain more friction for her clit. If she were a sub, he would have admonished her for trying to steal an orgasm. Letting go of one nipple he moved to the other. It was all Mistress Thea needed to reach an orgasm.

  Her back bowed as he continued to lick and suck her puckered flesh, rolling the hoop of her silver nipple ring around his tongue. Mistress Thea let out a long cry as Dillon held her down on top of his erection. Dillon clenched his jaw against the exquisite feeling of her muscles clenching around his cock. He didn’t want to spill yet. He wanted to make Mistress Thea come around his dick one more time. She began to relax on top of him and Dillon took this as a cue to start thrusting upwards.

  With his feet flat on the table and his hands around her waist, he could leverage her a couple of inches above his erection. Using his brute strength, he pounded up into her slick pussy as she held on, eyes wide staring down at him. Sweat slicked his hair back, and he felt Mistress Thea begin to move with him again. She threw her head back and rode him like a wild pagan goddess, red hair flowing down her back, pink tipped breasts thrust forward. Every time their hips met, they both let out primitive grunts of pleasure, their sweat-soaked bodies coming together in a dance Dillon could barely comprehend.

  “I’m going to come, Thea. Fuck, I can’t hold it off any longer,” Dillon groaned. Mistress Thea reached a hand down stroked her fingers over her clit. Her channel immediately clamped down so hard on his cock Dillon shouted loud enough for the hipsters down on the street to take notice. Digging his fingers into her flesh, he ground up into her hot wetness as she screamed out her pleasure. He felt hot semen spurting up into her channel, and the caveman inside of him roared with possessive gratification. He wanted his seed to drip out of her for hours letting every man know she was marked, taken.

  Mistress Thea collapsed on top of him in a heap of sweaty hair and limbs. Dillon cradled her to him, treating her like an infinitely precious gift. He stroked his hands down her sweat-coated back and he felt her shiver like a content kitten. He placed kisses along her forehead and she rubbed her nipples against his chest. Dillon groaned as he felt his cock twitch inside of her. Could he even get back up again? Mistress Thea reached around her back to undo the leather corset and pulled it from between them.

  Lifting her face up to his, she looked deeply into his eyes. “This was not how the evening was supposed to proceed, sub.” She smiled down at him before pressing her lips to his. Dillon let his dominance off the leash he had been using to play sub. Oh, he had enjoyed the evening where Mistress Thea took control, but he was going to enjoy this so much more. His tongue forced her lips open, and she sighed as he explored her mouth.

  The kiss turned decadent and tempestuous the instant Mistress Thea’s fingers began to spear through Dillon’s hair, tilting his head up to give her better access. Dillon responded by grabbing fistfuls of her glorious hair and forcing her to pull away from his mouth for a second.

  “What’s your safe word?” Dillon’s breathing was ragged against her lips.

  “Red.” Thea intoned before she traced his lips with her tongue.

  “Fuck.” Dillon swore as he crushed her mouth with his lips and sat up on the table, forcing his hardening cock back inside of her sheath. Mistress Thea wrapped her legs around his waist, her leather boots digging into his flesh, the heels urging his ass to press harder against her. He needed more
leverage, he needed to fucking disappear into the softness of the woman and never, ever come back.

  Swinging his legs over the side of the table, he was careful to keep her secure in his arms. Their mouths slanted over one another again and again. Dillon was lost in the pleasure of feeling the woman in his arms writhing in pleasure. He stood up from the bench and had to break his mouth away as he steadied them both. His semen and her juices slid down his balls and his thighs creating a slick mess between them. Dillon sunk down to his knees and carefully laid Mistress Thea on the wooden flooring without dislodging his cock from inside her.

  “You are fucking perfect, you know that?” Dillon growled as he bent over her body and sucked a nipple in her mouth. He used one of his free hands to capture both of her wrists and hold them above her head. Mistress Thea thrashed underneath him as she lifted her hips up to meet his slow thrusts. Dillon fucked into her soft body with languid lunges, driving into her body so forcefully they started to move across the floor. He released her nipple and stared into her face.

  Dillon felt his balls tighten, and a tingle zipped down his spine as he let go of her wrists and placed his forearms on either side of her head. His thrusts became abrupt as he burrowed his dick inside her heat. Thea grabbed onto his shoulders and held on as they fucked across the floor of his loft. He felt her inner walls tighten around his erection, and he lifted a leg to plant a foot on the floor, cramming his dick as far as her entrance would allow. Dillon released a guttural cry, every one of his breaths punctuated with an animalistic hum from the back of his throat. His semen spurted inside of Mistress Thea as her walls fluttered against his tortured flesh. They were still for a minute, suspended in an earth-shattering orgasm that made Dillon’s mind go completely blank.