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

by Nelson, P

  Mistress Thea shuddered underneath him, and Dillon collapsed on top of her. His weight pinned her to the cold wooden floor. Her breasts and belly remained saturated with sweat and quivered under his slickened torso.

  “Holy fuck.” Mistress Thea swore, and Dillon opened his mouth beside her neck and then closed it. Mistress Thea wasn’t a sub. He couldn’t spank her ass red for swearing or any other little infractions he made up so he could get his hands on her. Dillon rolled over onto his side and brought her up close to him, needing to feel the connection of her skin.

  “Any chance there’s a little subbie inside you who’s actually begging to get out?” Dillon asked as he held his breath. He let it out in a whoosh as she started to laugh. “It’s a legitimate question.” Mistress Thea propped herself up on one elbow and stared down at him. Her eyes held a serious expression while her mouth twisted into a smile.

  “No.” She shook her head as she reached out with her other hand to smooth his hair down. “I started out as a sub. A lot of Dommes do, but then I started to do some domination scenes.” She shrugged her shoulders and placed her head down on his shoulder. “My days as a switch are over; I’m all Domme now.” Dillon felt his heart thumping wildly, and he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed tightly.

  “This was amazing, though.” He whispered as he looked up at the ceiling.

  “Is there any chance you have a little sub in you?” Mistress Thea asked. Her question was light-hearted because she already knew the answer. How could two people who were so obviously right for one another be on opposite sides of the sexual spectrum?

  “Do you think?” He started to ask, but she was already shaking her head.

  “It took me a long time to get here.” Mistress Thea rubbed her nose against his skin. “I know who I am, and there’s no way I’m ever going to let this person go.” The words stabbed into Dillon’s chest, and for a second, he thought he might not be able to breathe. One night of amazing sex, and he was falling for a Domme. “Besides, we may have started off with some light dominance, but we sure as hell didn’t end that way.” She was right. Him fucking her across the floor was pretty vanilla.

  “We have chemistry.” For whatever reason, his brain just couldn’t let this go.

  “So do a lot people, Dillon.” Mistress Thea pulled out of his arms and sat up. “Chemistry doesn’t mean people are meant to be together. It just means they can have amazing, crazy sex.” She grinned down at him before kissing him full on the mouth.

  “I want to see you again.” The words were out of Dillon’s mouth before he had a chance to think about them. The thought of seeing her fuck some sub at a BDSM club made his insides twist. He wanted to plant his fist in the face of any man who ever thought about touching her.

  “Whoa, Dillon.” Mistress Thea wore an earnest expression. “Wherever you just went right now, come back to me.” Dillon realised that he had gone from lover to caveman possessive in under a second, and it showed on his face.

  “This isn’t going to work past tonight. Let’s just enjoy it.” She reached out and fondled his semi-hard cock. It was slick with his semen and her juices. He groaned and pushed his pelvis up into her hands. At least he wouldn’t see her at The Cage playing with other men. The thought she was alone out in Vancouver playing at potentially unsafe clubs made his possessive caveman stir to life again.

  “Where do you play?” He grunted out as she used her other hand to cup his balls. She was wriggling down over his stomach, her long hair trailing over his belly. He held his breath in anticipation of her mouth closing over his cock again. She frowned up at him as he placed a fist around the base of his cock, making it stand upright.

  “Dr Jones didn’t tell you?” She asked.

  “Tell me what?” Dillon was losing his train of thought as he stared at her waiting lips.

  “I’ve been hired as the new Domme in residence at The Cage. It hasn’t been announced officially yet, but I’ll be playing there from now on. I’m really happy they hired me because I couldn’t afford the fees otherwise.” Mistress Thea grinned at his shocked expression as she slipped his dick into her mouth and put her clever tongue to use.

  Dillon’s chest locked as he felt desire pool in his gut and streaks of pleasure race through his veins. Even the thought of seeing her with other men was pushed aside as he enjoyed her mouth. He would think of something to win her over. They couldn’t be this good together and not somehow work. He let his head thump on floor and thrust his hips up to fuck her beautiful face.

  &

  “Why didn’t you tell me about Mistress Thea?” Dillon whispered furiously as he grabbed Calla’s arm and steered her towards an empty table in the bar area of The Cage.

  “What do you mean?” she asked innocently.

  “You were supposed to find me a discreet, stranger Domme.” Dillon’s eyes darted around the dungeon. He felt like everyone could hear his conversation above the buzz of the music. Calla frowned and glanced over to where Mistress Thea was inspecting some Shibari knots one of the novice Doms was practicing on a sub.

  “Has she been indiscreet?” Calla looked back at Dillon. “I’m so sorry Master Dillon, in all the interviews I conducted with the woman I never got the feeling she was a gossip. The nature of her new position demands a certain amount of discretion. I will go and speak to her right away.”

  “No.” Dillon shook his head. “I just meant that you didn’t tell me she would be playing here at The Cage.”

  “Is her being here going to be a problem?” Calla’s voice was hard. “Because you still play here with the rest of the women.” Dillon tensed, and he wanted to shake Calla.

  “What if she tells someone?” Dillon blurted out even though that wasn’t what was really bothering him. Nope. Mistress Thea was leading a man around on a studded leash who obediently sat beside her whenever she stopped and rubbed his nose along her inner thigh. That’s what was bothering him.

  “You like her,” Calla said instead of answering his question.

  “No.” he sounded like a whiny teenager, but he didn’t care. Calla smiled, and he wanted to spank her ass until the smirk went away.

  “You like her, and you don’t know how to deal.” Calla tilted her head in a way that had him believing she was thinking of something pleasant.

  “She’s a Domme, and I’m a Dom.” Dillon ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “Whatever picture you have in your head of us in a house with a white picket fence and a couple of redheaded kids is never going to happen.”

  “Why do the kids have to have red hair?” Calla laughed and placed a hand on his arm. “Master Dillon, you realise what this means?”

  “No,” He replied and was genuinely perplexed.

  “This is not something I can help you with.” Calla took a deep breath and looked around the dungeon. “I have a couple of people I need to speak with tonight. I’ll see you on Thursday for our regular appointment.” She walked away without saying anything else. Dillon stared after her before turning his attention back to his gorgeous redhead who was watching her sub lick his boots. Dillon shuddered. There was no way in hell he was ever going to do that. If they were going to work, she would bend to him.

  He stalked across the dungeon floor ignoring his friends who waved in greeting. Mistress Thea glanced up from watching her sub and spotted him coming towards her. Mistress Thea’s eyes widened briefly before she composed her features.

  “I heard you were the new Domme in residence. Congratulations.” Dillon held out his hand.

  “Thanks, Master Dillon.” Mistress Thea took his hand in a firm grip. He felt the electricity of their contact send a jolt through his cock. “Your reputation for good practice in the community proceeds you.”

  “Surely not,” Dillon scoffed. Since Tiffany’s last escapade, opinions within the lifestyle had polarised. He didn’t care. Dillon was a man who knew who he was again and what he wanted.

  “Would you like my sub to clean your boots?” Mistress Thea asked
as she looked down at her sub. “He has been a very naughty boy.” Dillon watched as the man who was licking Mistress Thea’s boots glanced up at him. There was a flash of annoyance before Mistress Thea yanked on his chain. “Oh, Patrick. You’re going to have to learn to be much more humble, I think. You will excuse me, Master Dillon. You know what it’s like to have a naughty sub.” She wasn’t going to bend to him, and he was never going to lick her boots.

  “Of course.” Dillon stepped back, and his eyes focused on Hartley and one of her friends smiling at him from across the dungeon. He nodded their way, and they looked at one another before starting to come towards him. “Have a great evening, Mistress Thea.” He pressed a false smile to his lips before turning and greeting the two girls. What he really needed to do was let go of his fantasy for Mistress Thea and drown himself in subs.

  “Hello, subs. Who wants a red ass tonight?” He tilted his head down and looked into each of their faces. He was a Dom, and he was a survivor. Dillon was ready to get on with his life and no redhaired siren Domme was going to stand in his way.

  Dear Reader,

  I hope you enjoyed reading The Rehabilitation of Master Dillon as much as I enjoyed writing it. You just can’t keep a good Dom down! You’ll meet Master Dillon, Calla Jones and the rest of the gang of The Cage in the next book, The Heart of the Matter which focuses on Master Eric Danvers and his new, very bratty training Elizabeth Williams.

  I’m looking for someone to name the HEA story for Calla and Flynn if you think you have the perfect title, please email me at: pnelsonwrites@gmail.com. The winner will be chosen randomly from my trusty fishbowl on September 1, 2017.

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  Good luck and look for my next release, What We’re Meant to Be, this February 2018.

  P Nelson

  Chapter 1

  Eric sat on a stool at the bar of his former favourite place in the world. The sound of whips, hands meetings fleshy backsides along with the moans and groans of sex used to relax and centre him. Now, it was just a reminder of what he wanted but couldn’t quite seem to reach. He took another pull from the beer bottle and surveyed the crowd, looking for the couple he most wanted to watch scene. Eric knew it was perverse, but if he couldn’t have Lilith, then he didn’t mind being their third wheel.

  “Master Eric.” The cheery voice of the resident shrink Calla Jones buzzed in his ear. Eric didn’t need a shrink to tell him what his problems were. He already knew he was straight-up fucked.

  “Calla, can I just ask you to go away, and you will like a good sub?” Eric asked as his eyes slid over the petite blond. She was wearing short leather boy shorts, but instead of fetware on the top she wore a T-shirt that read DM.

  “Not a sub tonight, Master Eric.” Calla smiled and pointed at her shirt. “I’m a dungeon monitor, and I need to get through some club business while I’m at it.”

  “Don’t let me keep you.” Eric contemplated the last bit of beer and wondered whether he should even bother ordering his second beer. He could have only two drinks at the club. If he wanted to get really wasted, Eric would have to either go home or find another bar.

  Instead of moving away, Calla pulled out the stool next to him and sat down. Eric groaned and wondered whether he could make a hasty retreat before she opened her mouth. It wasn’t very Dom-like, but at this exact moment, he really didn’t care.

  “Master Eric, the club needs you to step up.” Calla’s voice had gone from cheery sub to serious shrink in less than a heartbeat.

  “You know I’d do anything for the club,” Eric replied slowly because he had a fairly good idea of where this was going. Even though he would do anything for the club, there was something he wasn’t willing to commit to right now.

  “Good. Master Gaige has decided not to train any more subs. He wants to focus all his attention on his new permanent sub Lilith,” Calla explained what Eric already knew.

  “Yes, I’m aware of their situation,” Eric’s voice grated out. Unfortunately, he was too aware of their relationship. Eric was Lilith’s boss, and he had waited months to introduce the obvious natural sub to the lifestyle, but another Dom had pipped him at the post. It was galling to know he had been half in love with Lilith all that time, and now the only time he got to scene with her was in the company of the Dom she obviously loved.

  Calla’s face softened slightly as she looked at him. “We need another Dom to help out with the training. There’s a girl who’s ready to start in the next week, and I had her lined up for Master Gaige, but I think you’ll suit her much better.”

  “Listen, Calla…” Eric began thinking that normally in the kink world he didn’t have to make excuses. He was a Dom and whatever he said was unquestioned by subs and other Doms. Unfortunately, this was Calla in shrink mode and that made things much more difficult. “I’m not really in the mood to spank virgin ass right now. Can’t the twins do it?”

  They both looked towards the dungeon floor where two stacked Doms wearing the requisite leather pants were watching a demonstration by the owner of The Cage, Master Flynn. He was using a six-foot single tail whip to punish a sub tied to a St Andrews Cross. By the look on the sub’s face, she was enjoying every minute of it.

  “They’re not twins,” Calla’s voice had become brusque at the sight of Master Flynn, “as you are well aware. And it’s the middle of the hockey season. With their out-of-town schedule, neither of them has time to take on a full-time sub, let alone commit to a thirty-day training program.”

  Eric glanced around the club, looking for anyone who could give him a way out of this situation. He spotted a Dom working a girl over with a sadistic glee. She was screaming around her ball gag as he placed punishing blows all over her body. “What about Master Keith?”

  Calla gave him a look as if he were out of his mind. “Are you kidding me? I can’t give a newbie sub over to the resident sadist. What the hell are you thinking?”

  “I’m thinking you owe me ten for using a swear word.” Eric felt good for the first time that night. He was a man who liked to give out punishments normally.

  “When was the last time you had a scene that didn’t involve Lilith and Master Gaige?” Lilith asked bluntly.

  “I don’t have to answer that question, Calla.” Eric’s voice had grown hard. He wasn’t mad, more embarrassed.

  “You haven’t played with anyone at the club in months, so unless you’re doing scenes outside the club, the answer is you haven’t played with any subs except for Lilith.” Calla held up her hand when Eric opened his mouth to speak. “I get it, I really do. You wanted to bring Lilith into the fold, but it didn’t work out that way. You have to move on before it starts affecting her relationship with Master Gaige. After everything she’s been through, Lilith deserves happiness.”

  “I know that, dammit.” Eric didn’t normally lose his patience, but he felt as if he were on edge.

  “Good, the sub’s name is Elizabeth Williams; she is a total newbie to the lifestyle. Elizabeth was supposed to start the couples training last week, but at the last minute her boyfriend, and would-be Dom, pulled out on her. So now, they’re doing the training separately.” Calla explained.

  “Why did he pull out?” Eric was curious about this girl even though he hadn’t met her.

  “Neither of them said.” Calla’s voice was casual, but years of reading women’s emotions in the lifestyle alerted Eric that Calla was not completely honest. “Listen, she’s a great girl. Ready for a big lifestyle adventure. She has a lot of energy and is super-curious about everything. My analysis leads me to believe Elizabeth will be a brat of the highest order, and she’s going to need a Dom with a very firm hand.”

  “I have a firm hand,” Eric said absently as he thought about Jane. He need
ed to get his head back in the game. Why not do it with a curious tourist? Eric could go back over the basics of the BDSM lifestyle and get his mojo back. At the end of the thirty days, they would go their separate ways. No fuss, no muss.

  “Yes, you do, Master Eric,” Calla replied watching him intently. She didn’t say anything else letting him come to his own decisions.

  “I’ll do it.” Eric watched Calla’s face light up. “On one condition.”

  Calla scowled at Eric. “What condition?”

  “You find someone else for the next training sub. I don’t mind taking one on every once in a while, but I’m not going permanent like Master Gaige.” Eric was serious. He didn’t want to be stuck with all the newbies.

  “Deal, but you know we don’t get a lot of tourists through The Cage anyway.” Calla seemed happy with his decision. “I’ll forward your details on to her, and the two of you can meet out in the mundane world.”

  “Fine.” Eric eyed Calla as she stood up, getting ready to leave. “Where are you going, Calla? You owe me ten.” She appeared to struggle with the command for a second before demurely lowering her gaze.

  “Where do you want me, Master Eric?” she asked.

  “Pull your shorts down to your ankles, lean over and rest your hands on the bar.” Eric felt a surge of satisfaction go through him as Calla immediately did as he requested. Going into the bag at his feet, Eric unzipped his kit and looked through it until he found what he was looking for.

  “What’s your safe word, Calla?” Eric asked as he tested the weight of the paddle in his hand. It felt good to have an instrument of torture ready to use.

  “Red, sir,” Lilith answered immediately.

  “Good girl.” Eric reached up and pushed the T-shirt away from Calla’s ass to reveal the small of her back. Calla was a good-looking woman, but she needed a little more meat on her bones for Eric’s liking. “It’s a count of ten. This is a punishment, so I want to hear you count out.”