by P Nelson
Thinking about it now made his chest puff out and put a swagger into his step. His little sub had finally trusted him enough to let the dam burst, and she cried. In the process, she had told him all her secret shame over what happened with her dead husband. Gaige thought it was a pity the fucker was dead because he would like to show him how a real man takes care of a woman.
Lilith trustingly waited for Gaige at the bottom of the steps, and he tucked her under his arm. She felt so fucking perfect there, right where he could protect her with his body. He had played with lots of subs before her. So many he really didn’t care for Lilith to know the number. But only Lilith had moved him in this way. A fundamental part of his psyche had just shifted into place, and he wasn’t sure whether he could ever let her go. The thought of seeing her submit for any other Dom made his blood lust surge, and he wanted to rip the head off any man who tried.
She had turned him into the Neanderthal who had always lived under his thin veneer of respectability. The thought that she had so much power over him should have scared the crap out of his controlling nature. Fortunately, it fed into his desire to protect and worship her all the more. Gaige took a deep breath as he scanned the dungeon looking for Calla. Lilith had gotten under his skin, and he had to decide now how he was going to proceed with her.
“Over here, baby girl,” Gaige said as he spotted Calla’s back as she stood in a crowd taking in a scene at one of the St Andrew’s crosses. On stage, he recognised Flynn’s familiar profile as he used a four-foot whip on a sub that was silently crying with a look of utter devotion on her face. He recognised her as one of the many pain sluts that hung around the dungeon, looking for a sadist to truly whip them into submission.
Gaige manoeuvred Lilith to where Calla was standing, the crack of the whip made her jump a few times. “The sound is worse than the actual damage it makes to the skin. Master Flynn is an expert with a four-foot whip as well as a six-footer. You see he’s only leaving the very faintest of red marks on her skin.”
Lilith peered forward and looked at the sub’s back. It was easy for Flynn and the crowd to see the work the whip was doing on the sub’s back in the good lighting. “Yes, I see, Master.” Lilith finally nodded and let herself lean into him. Flynn used the whip for a few more strokes before coiling it up and walking towards the sub. He traced the length of her spine with the leather before he held it to her lips. She kissed the whip, and Flynn smiled in return.
Staring transfixed at the sight of the huge Dom setting aside the whip and methodically undoing the sub from the restraints around her ankles and wrists. He massaged each of them before he ordered the sub to her knees. She complied immediately, and Lilith felt her heart rate pick up speed as the sub grinned and opened her mouth. The big Dom used one hand to flick open his leathers and pull out a huge, erect cock. The stalk bounced a few times in front of the sub’s face, and she licked her lips with a wicked grin. The Dom used his other hand to grab onto the sub’s sweat-soaked hair. Without taking his eyes off the sub, the big Dom pulled her towards the plum-shaped head of his erection. The sub licked the head in a slow pass.
Beside Lilith, Calla shuddered, and she looked over at the other woman. Calla seemed not to breathe as the crowd watched in rapture as the sub began to lick and suck at the head of the big Dom’s cock. A gagging sound erupted from the sub on stage as she valiantly tried to swallow more of the big Dom’s massive erection down her throat. When Lilith looked back at Calla, her shoulders were shaking. Without thinking, Lilith reached out and grabbed her friend’s shoulders, turning her around. Calla was crying silently.
The sound of lips smacking and the groans of the big Dom filled the area, and Lilith did her best to set the scene aside as she concentrated on her friend. “What’s wrong?” she whispered. As she asked, the big Dom pulled his cock out of the sub’s mouth with a loud pop and stuffed his erection inside his leathers. Leaning over, he picked the girl up and carried her off stage and to the rear of the dungeon. Lilith thought he was probably headed towards the privacy rooms. She looked back at her friend who was openly crying.
“Won’t you tell me what’s wrong?” Lilith pulled Calla into her arms.
Calla hiccupped a few times. “Not everyone will love me back, but I was so sure.”
It was then that Lilith realised that must have been Master Flynn on stage. She also realised that she was at the same risk of losing her heart to Gaige, but she had no way of stopping the hurt from coming.
Chapter 7
Gaige scanned the crowded dungeon on Friday night. The beat of the music blended with the sounds of the scenes taking place all around him. He had spent most of his day worrying about Lilith and not getting much work done. Good thing tomorrow was the weekend, and he could concentrate solely on her for the next few days. He found Flynn standing at the bar in deep discussion with Dillon. Forcing his cowboy boots forward, he didn’t relish the confrontation with Flynn, but he wasn’t a coward, either.
A few of the regulars nodded his way. He waved back and smiled at the subs who looked his way hopefully. Not tonight, or any other night Gaige thought to himself. He just needed to wrap his head around everything that was Lilith, and he might actually keep her. Shaking his head at his own crazy plans, Gaige knew she still had a lot of work to do before he could claim her. He admitted only to himself that he might need to do some work, too.
“Flynn, Dillon,” Gaige said as he stepped around a table of Doms with subs cuddled on their laps. The two men looked up at him. Dillon wore the cheeky smile that had made him famous in porn as Flynn scowled at Gaige for the interruption.
“Gaige, can you give us a minute. I need to speak with Dillon,” Flynn growled at him.
“This will only take a minute, and that’s all I’ve got.” Gaige glanced back at the women’s changing rooms making sure that Lilith and Calla hadn’t come out yet.
“We’re totally done anyway.” Dillon flashed his dimples, and if Gaige had female bits, he might have melted. “I know what I’m doing and so does Mason. This demonstration has been planned for weeks, and there are members who are really looking forward to it.”
“Just remember to follow everything to code. I know we have plenty of first responders here tonight playing, but the club’s reputation is on the line if something goes wrong.” Flynn’s big shoulders rolled back. “It’s like walking a damn tightrope keeping the vanillas out of our business.”
“No problem, boss, everything has been rehearsed, and the sub knows exactly what’s going to happen.” Dillon flashed his trademark smile again.
“You know that doesn’t work on us, right. We’re not into dudes.” Gaige shook his head at the other man in frustration.
Dillon’s grin grew wider making him appear almost innocent, which was ridiculous since he was standing in a club full of kinksters wearing leather pants and no shirt. “You might be surprised how far this smile has gotten me.”
“I’m not surprised.” Gaige’s voice was dry. “We all play here, I know exactly what that smile has gotten you.”
Flynn cleared his throat. “You wanted to speak with me?”
“Yes, it’s about Calla.” Gaige began, and Flynn stiffened, his features suddenly becoming sheepish.
“What about her?” he asked casually. Gaige could feel Dillon’s eyes on the exchange and wished he would head off to whatever scene he and Mason had cooked up for this evening.
“You could have let her down a bit easier. Lilith said she cried all night and barely got through work today. You know she thinks she’s in love with you.” Gaige got the words out. “What you did last night was shitty. I thought you have more respect for her, for the rest of the subs.”
“I cannot help the fact she became infatuated with me during our training together. When I recognised the signs, I broke it off and had her train with Dillon. She needs to move on, and now she will.” Flynn’s voice was like ice, daring Gaige to question him.
“No, what you mean is you developed feelings fo
r her, and you decided that she was like your ex-wife so you broke it off with her.” His best friend would not intimidate Gaige, especially when he knew Flynn was hurting over Calla. “You not only hurt Calla last night, but you also might have ruined a bond that you have with her. Why don’t you at least try with her and admit you can have more than a contract and a power exchange with a sub.”
“This is where you’re wrong.” Flynn stepped up to him. “You might be my best friend, but you don’t know me. The power exchange is the only relationship a real Dom can have with a sub. Dominance in exchange for submission, its perfect, uncomplicated, and it sure as hell doesn’t use you for anything else.”
“You really think an empty contract with a sub and a few orgasms makes up for not having a real connection?” Gaige asked his friend. He knew the truth now. He had found it with Lilith. The relationship he had with Lilith transcended the power exchange and created a new plane of intimacy he had never reached before. He knew Lilith was starting to fall for him, and it made him feel as if he could do anything.
“Master Gaige?” Lilith’s soft voice broke into the conversation and like flipping a switch, his attention turned from his friend to focus entirely on her. Gaige watched as she sank gracefully to the ground, her knees spread wide open so he could see her pussy as her hands rested on the tops of her thighs.
“Good evening, baby girl.” Gaige reached out and brushed his fingers through her silken brown hair releasing some of the tension he had been feeling. The situation with Flynn had wound him up, but Lilith’s presence had brought him peace again. Lilith’s large brown eyes looked up at him, and he felt as if he had won the damn lottery.
“Master Dillon,” Calla’s voice broke through Gaige’s admiration of Lilith. Calla had sunk down onto her knees with her arms twisted around her back and her hands resting on the bottom of her feet. She was wearing a black silk robe and nothing underneath as all three Doms had a good view of her pussy. Calla’s exposed pussy did nothing for him. Instead, his eyes shifted back to Lilith who was watching her friend.
“My sweet sub for the evening.” Dillon cocked his head as he stepped forward and lifted Calla to her feet. He looked directly into her eyes. “Are you ready for tonight?”
“Yes, Master Dillon. I’m very much looking forward to our scene together.” Calla let her head fall forward at the end of her sentence. Gaige could sense the nervous anticipation radiating from her.
“You’re my good sub,” Master Dillon praised and Calla beamed a smile up at him.
“What the fuck.” Flynn’s voice cut through the exchange, and everyone looked at the owner of The Cage. Dillon might be dead if looks could kill. Maybe that would teach him a lesson, but Gaige doubted it.
“Easy Flynn, there’s no need to make a scene,” Gaige warned his friend. It was one of the busiest nights of the week, and it wouldn’t do for the club’s owner to lose his cool for the first time with everyone watching.
“I want to know what’s going on between you,” Flynn bit out each word.
“Calla, the lovely sub that she is,” Dillon said as he tucked her under his arm protectively, “volunteered to be the sub in Mason and my scene this evening.” Dillon looked down at Calla. “Didn’t you, pet?” He gave her a quick kiss on the crown of her head.
“No, I forbid it.” Flynn’s chest had puffed out, and he shifted so his feet were wider apart. His hands were on his hips, and a lesser mortal than Dillon might have taken the non-verbal cues and fled for his life.
Gaige stepped between them. “Calla is free to play with whom she chooses. She is an uncollared sub in a dungeon that is, unfortunately, populated by more Doms than subs at the moment.”
“Not her.” Flynn looked as if he was having trouble breathing.
“It has to be Calla if we want to do the scene,” Dillon pointed out. “We’ve practiced, and since I was her training Dom, I know her well.”
Dillon’s last comment definitely got Flynn’s attention, his hands fisted at his sides, and he pointed at Dillon over Gaige’s shoulder. “Don’t play your fucking games with me, Dillon. I was her training Dom.”
“Hardly, I assure you she learned a fuck load more from me than she did you,” Dillon’s voice had grown cold. Gone was the boyishly charming demeanour, and in its place was the Dom who had earned him the starring role in many a skin flick.
“Enough,” Gaige said frustrated, as he wanted to pick Lilith up and take her up to his private dungeon where he could torture her supple body for hours. Unfortunately, like the good Dom he was, Gaige had promised to allow Lilith to watch her friend’s special scene. “People are waiting to watch the scene with Calla, Dillon, and Mason. Flynn, are you going to challenge Dillon’s Dom rights over Calla for the evening?” He knew his question was blunt, but sometimes when dealing with over-emotional Doms, it was best to treat them like cavemen.
“No, I’m not challenging Dillon’s rights to his sub,” Flynn spoke the words in a halting tone. Out of the corner of Gaige’s eye, he saw Calla deflate a little bit. Dillon squeezed her closer to him in reassurance. “But I will be watching every goddamn thing he does up there.”
“And not because he’s worried I might fuck up,” Dillon grinned at all of us. “It’s the eight pack and hip notches that keep his eyes glued.”
“You’d better go before Flynn finally decides you’re more trouble than you’re worth.” Gaige blew out a loud breath of air and reached down for Lilith who was still waiting to be released from her slave pose. Once Dillon had escorted Calla away, Gaige looked at Flynn. “Your window of opportunity is diminishing every minute you allow her to believe you’re indifferent.” Gaige turned and grabbed onto Lilith’s hand leaving Flynn to his own thoughts. He didn’t want to hear any more of his garbage, anyway.
Lilith had been excited about seeing Calla’s scene tonight. Her friend had told her it would be awesome and that she was very lucky Master Dillon and Master Mason chose her. Now she was way more interested in the conversation she witnessed between the three Doms.
“Is Master Flynn interested in Calla?” Lilith asked quickly almost bouncing on her toes. “Because he shouldn’t scene with other subs if he is. Calla was really hurt last night.”
Gaige looked down at Lilith and gave her what she had now named his Dom stare. “Do you know what happens to subs who meddle in the affairs of Doms, baby girl?”
“They end up with a red bum?” Lilith responded as she wrinkled her nose. “I mean it’s pretty easy to guess, since everything leads to a sub with a sore bum.” She thought about her answer and smiled. It didn’t bother her at all that Gaige might decide to take exception to her meddling and put her over his knee. She liked the spankings. It made her a bit of a masochist, but right now she felt more alive and connected to herself than she ever had in her life.
“Oh, baby girl, you have no idea what I have planned for that sinful ass of yours tonight, but I promise you’re definitely going to have a sore ass tomorrow.” Gaige smiled to himself, and the sight made Lilith shiver a little bit. “I want you to think about that while we’re watching Calla’s scene.”
“Yes, Master,” Lilith replied and wondered what kind of implement he was going to use on her already well-disciplined butt. Her sensitive cheeks and upper thighs had scratched against the fabric of her skirt all day reminding her of how it felt to have Gaige’s hand spanking her into submission. That thought had led to the orgasms he had pulled out of her last night, and Lilith had seriously contemplated relieving the ache between her thighs in the ladies’ restroom.
“You dirty girl, I know exactly what you’re thinking about.” Gaige’s whisper in her ear startled her enough that she jumped. Lilith’s nipples grew hard as Gaige and she stood in a crowd surrounding one of the stages that had been set up with a table. Her pussy had gone wet, and she kind of wished she could ditch Calla’s scene for Gaige’s private playroom.
Lilith watched as Master Dillon walked on stage. Gone was the flirty Dom from only mom
ents before, replaced by a serious Dom who stared down at the audience with a natural authority.
“Good evening, everyone.” Master Dillon spread his arms wide and smiled at the crowd. “It’s good to see such a great turn out for a demonstration event. Tonight, as most of you know, Master Mason and I will show you the basics of fire play.”
Lilith gasped and looked up at Gaige. He looked down and wrapped his arms around her, shifting so that he was standing behind her. Leaning down Gaige’s warm breath and the feeling of his erection pressing against her back made her feel hot and lightheaded. “There’s nothing to worry about, baby girl. Dillon has done fire play hundreds of times.” Lilith nodded in understanding before she remembered to make her responses verbal.
“Yes, Master.” Lilith’s lips barely moved as she watched Master Mason help Calla, still dressed in the silk robe, on stage.
“This evening the lovely Calla will help us demonstrate how to use flash cotton.” A small cheer went up from the subs in the crowd, and Lilith watched as Calla flushed. Dillon turned her so that she was looking directly at him as he undid the sash at her waist before pushing the silky robe from her shoulders. He was saying something to her, but Lilith was too far away to hear. Master Mason picked up the robe and placed it on a chair near the side of the stage.
“Master Mason, please help our lovely sub up onto the table,” Master Dillon directed as he went over to pick up a package. He held it up making sure that everyone in the crowd could see it clearly. “This is a package of flash cotton; you can get it on the internet or in magic stores, some fet stores will carry it. I picked up this package a few days ago and opened it to let the moisture out. The cotton needs to be dry, if not you might as well light your sub’s skin on fire. I prefer this method to the rubbing alcohol technique because it’s safer for the sub, but still provides the feeling of warmth.”
