As If The Whole World Were Watching (The Dom's of The Cage Series Book 6)

by P Nelson

  “If you notice your sub likes chocolate, feed her chocolate.” Chamberlain was almost finished with the starter. “Seems simple.”

  “It is.” Flynn gathered up salad and fed it to Calla. She crunched on the lettuce and wondered where Flynn was going with his power exchange analogy. “However, it’s also the first simple steps to getting into the more complex psychology of the BDSM relationship. You can withhold chocolate if she has been a naughty sub. But on a fundamental level, you have started the building blocks of trust that will carry you forward when you want to push your sub’s soft boundaries. She will trust you because she knows you have been paying attention to what she likes and can handle safely.”

  “So it all leads back to spankings and nipple clamps?” Chamberlain set his fork down and sat back in his chair.

  “In a sense yes.” Flynn took up a prawn and popped it into his mouth. Calla watched as his jaw flexed, a light five o’clock shadow catching the light of the room.

  “What do you think, Dr Jones?” Chamberlain’s question interrupted her daydream of running her fingers down Flynn’s jaw, the coarse texture of his facial hair against her skin.

  Calla gathered up her scattered thoughts, and looked back over the table at Chamberlain. Everything Flynn had said was correct but after the day she’d spent in the stateroom, she would be damned to admit his tactics were correct in terms of the power exchange, because to her, they were not.

  “Master Flynn is correct in his understanding of best practice for building trust between a sub and a Dom. There is a reason we have thirty day contracts for newbie subs to be paired with more experienced Doms. This is also why the first meeting between a newbie sub and a Dom takes place in the vanilla world. It provides an opportunity for both partners to get to know one another.” A discreet server came forward to take the empty plates away.

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  Flynn listened to the conversation flowing between Chamberlain and Calla. He might have been heavy handed with his sub today, but he needed to start as he meant to proceed. She needed to learn her place in his life and going forward, Calla had a specific place- by his side, on his arm and trussed up in his bed. The sooner she understood her circumstances, the sooner she would accept them.

  The woman sitting with a stiff back in his arms was far from capitulating. Calla was giving Chamberlain one hell of a show. But that’s all it was an act of submission to her master. Flynn noticed the turmoil burning in her body as she tried not to come into contact with his erection. A less patient Dom might be defeated at the slow progress. Flynn, however, was prepared to play the long game to get what he wanted. He had enjoyed Calla’s true submission before and he vowed he would again.

  The waiter placed a plate of perfectly sliced beef Carpaccio with rocket pesto and feta sprinkled over the top in front of Chamberlain and another in front of Flynn. His favourite. The chef was trying to show his solidarity with Flynn after the events of the day. He suspected it had been done to distract him. Flynn picked up his fork and impaled a piece of the delicate meat, gathering a bite rocket pesto before raising it to Calla’s lips.

  She smiled and opened her mouth, abandoning her conversation with Chamberlain. With her eyes cast down and her mouth open waiting to receive his food, she was the perfect picture of submission. His cock twitched as her mouth closed over the fork. Flynn watched mesmerised for a moment as she chewed the morsel and swallowed. The thought of his cock reaching down her throat made him cough.

  “You were saying about play partners?” Flynn prompted not looking over at Chamberlain.

  “I was?” The other man questioned in an amused tone. “I’m sure my brain just caught fire. How the hell have the two of you kept your hands off each other?” Calla sat back in Flynn’s arms, giving him permission to speak for both.

  “Our relationship is not up for discussion.” The autocratic dictate reverberated through the room.

  Chamberlain stared at him for a minute. “I thought BDSM was about full disclosure.”

  “Between you and your play partners, yes. However, I reserve the right to protect my sub as I see fit.” Flynn took a deep breath and used his fork to pick up another mouthful of beef. “The fact is, our contract is complicated.”

  “Not very complicated from where I’m sitting.” Chamberlain noted.

  This was the problem with alphas. They didn’t shrink back into their protective shells when Flynn growled at them. Damned nuisance, but he had enough sense to respect the other man for it. Calla shifted on his lap and he stared down into her questioning face, a myriad of questions, all vying for answers, there to see. To most of them he had no answers. But the last one didn’t require an answer. Only permission.

  “Give my compliments to the chef and let him know we’ll take supper later on in the stateroom.” Flynn held up his hand for Calla. “I’ll call down to the galley when we’re ready.” Calla used his hand to balance. The silk of the dressing gown she wore whispered as she stood up. “Enjoy the rest of your meal, Chamberlain. I apologise for leaving you on your own, but my sub and I have a few things we need to discuss.” Chamberlain had stood up at the same time as Calla in a show of good manners.

  “Have a good evening.” His gaze flicked to the new crew member Alicia as she came forward to refill his water glass. “There are plenty of distractions on board to keep me occupied.” Flynn wanted to warn him about his gut instinct regarding Alicia. However, it would create ill feeling by doing so in front of her. Flynn stood up and wrapped an arm around Calla, her body a balm against his conflicted emotions of the day, and his public loss of control.

  “Have a good evening.” He steered Calla towards the inside passageway, where the staircase leading back to the main cabin and other parts of the ship were located. Perhaps Chamberlain already knew Alicia, and she was another undercover cop? If so, Flynn didn’t get that vibe from her at all. A quick scan of her face as they exited the dining room was enough to see Alicia was at least buying whatever it was Detective Chamberlain was selling this evening.

  He placed a hand on Calla’s lower back and guided her back to the cabin, the muscles of her back moving with a sinuous grace under the slinky fabric. Everything about Calla had always turned him on. It wasn’t just about her looks. She was a good-looking woman, even if she tried to hide her sensuous figure and sexual heat with knee length pencil skirts and severe button down blouses. His cock had responded to her at first sight. Her hips swaying with unconscious grace. Now he had Dom rights to all of her.

  “After you, my dear.” Flynn punched in the code for the lock on the stateroom.

  “Thank you, Master.” Calla smiled up at him and ambled into the room. He watched her as he closed the door and locked it again from the inside. She was in the mood to play because she let the robe fall from her shoulders. Calla held the material by her fingertips as she walked over to the padded bench set at the end of the bed. Slowly the material fell from her fingertips and pooled on the bench. Flynn held his breath watching Calla turn on her heel, walk two steps and fall to her knees to the ground.

  His dick throbbed, and he wanted more than anything to adjust the hard length in the front of his slacks. What he needed right now was a cool head, but the sight of Calla on her knees waiting for his instructions was causing all the blood in his body to one location and it sure as fuck wasn’t his brain.

  “My slave wants to play?” Flynn was proud of the fact his voice didn’t waver. A deep breath centered him at the moment. The chaos of the day fading away as it always did when he was with this woman. Peace settled over his shoulders. It displaced the heavy mantle of responsibility he carried.

  “Yes, master.” Calla responded.

  “And has my slave decided on a fitting punishment for her actions?” Flynn removed his shoes with deliberate movements before walking over to the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the room’s private deck. Even though there was no one around for miles on the land beyond the cove the ship was using for shelter, Flynn tugged the cur
tains closed on the rainy evening, ensuring complete privacy for them both. It created a cocoon where only they existed. The private moment created an air of suspension for them both.

  “My body is for my master’s pain and punishment.” Calla’s tone was obedient, even if her shoulders stiffened. Flynn allowed the chuckle at her small show of disagreement.

  “I know you crave my hand, Calla.” He stood behind her and stared down at the top of her head. For once her blonde hair fell in straight waves down her back and shoulders, not up in a tidy bun at the back of her head to hide the true nature of her sexuality. Flynn squatted down behind Calla. Each knee jutting out on either side of Calla’s kneeling body, his erection only inches from pressing up against the heat of her body. “My cock.” The last words made gooseflesh erupt over her skin. He smiled behind her.

  “Yes, master. I crave it all. Your dominance. Your punishment.” She hesitated before adding. “Your love.”

  “What makes you think anything we do together is about love, slave?” Curious, Flynn might have his suspicions about what his softer feelings from Calla meant, but he sure as hell wasn’t about to admit to them. He was an alpha. His life restricted love to Doms who didn’t carry the burden of responsibilities he did.

  “I love you.” Calla voice held no hesitation in her answer. Flynn’s stomach somersaulted at her admission. He had guessed. But to hear the words when he could never say them back, left Flynn speechless for the first time in his life. “So our contract is half about love. If this bothers my master. He should say so now.”

  “You are the centre of my world, Calla.” Flynn reached a hand out and pulled the curtain of her hair away from the side of her face, to reveal the curve of her neck, and the sensitive skin under her hairline. “You know me better than any other person on this planet.” The truth of the words struck him. “So you know you’ll never get another similar admission from me.”

  “Yes, Master.” Calla’s breath hitched, her chin came up in a stubborn angle. “But I will remind you how I feel whenever the mood strikes me.” Flynn grinned and leaned down to place his lips on the base of her neck. She jumped. Not enough to put him off balance, but enough so he knew the touch had startled her.

  “Are you going to allow me to show you how much I care for you? Will you give your submission now? Freely?” Flynn demanded speaking close to the back of her neck in order to inhale the slight scent of her body lotion and shampoo. It wasn’t strong, but the smell lingered on the pillows where she laid her head, a reminder of her presence.

  “Yes, Master.” Calla was breathing hard, doing her best to control her emotions.

  “Good and are you now in agreement we need to start on a clean slate?” Flynn continued. Calla hesitated. He felt the battle inside her was as big an aphrodisiac to him as having her naked and ready for his hand, whip or flogger. This is what subs like Alicia never understood. Submission meant something different to different people. For a Dom like Flynn, the capitulation of a sub like Calla to his hand was a hard fought battle. And that submission made it even more sweet when she sighed cried and came on his cock.

  “Yes, Master Flynn. I want us to start out our new contract fresh from any old punishments or hurts in the past.” He could have smiled at how she twisted his words.

  “Calla, I want you to get up, go over to the bed and lay your hands down on the covers. Bend at the waist; present that beautiful ass. I will give you one hundred smacks with the paddle. The one hundred includes the forty smacks you racked up today for disobedience. Once the punishment is completed, you will not owe your master any more punishment. We will begin our new contract fresh. Do you consent?” Flynn leaned away from Calla’s body. Not influencing her.

  “Yes, I consent to the punishment.” Her words were strong, no doubt in her voice.

  “You have made me very happy.” Flynn reached out and traced a finger from her hairline to the top of her ass crack. “Now stand up and do as I have instructed. Your punishment is only to whet your master’s appetite.”

  Chapter Four

  Calla did her best to be graceful. It was hard after Flynn’s finger tracing the length of her spine made her knees weak. This man knew every inch of her skin, where to touch her, and how to extract the right amount of pleasure and anticipation. He was a master. A Dom who was focused on her again.

  Very happy she wasn’t wearing her standard sky-high heels, Calla took deliberate steps towards the side of the bed. She bent over at the waist and placed her hands on the cool duvet cover. The temperature in the room might have been too cool to be naked, but her skin was on fire. In fact, Calla hadn’t felt this alive in months.

  The truth was, she had done nothing wrong playing with other Doms. Flynn had ended their contract. The sub inside her thought he was being unfair. However, after thinking about the matter over dinner and speaking with Chamberlain, Calla had come to an important realisation. Flynn needed this. The punishment wasn’t about her actions or even Flynn’s. It was about re-establishing their bond, getting to know each other’s limits again.

  Calla allowed her head to fall between her shoulders. She breathed and listened to the noises inside a cabin. Flynn had removed his shoes and shirt; a zip around told her that he had opened his kit bag. The luxurious carpet made it impossible for her to hear his footsteps and gauge where he was in the room. At least with the wooden flooring of The Cage, it was hard for Doms to sneak up on their subs.

  “What is your safe word, Calla?” Flynn’s voice sounded from right behind her. Her ass cheeks clenched in response to his nearness to her vulnerable parts.

  “Red, Master.” Calla licked her lips.

  “We will use the stoplight system for play. Since I already know you understand how it works, there is no need to explain it again.” Flynn’s calm instructions settled Calla into the scene. This was familiar. Every scene started in almost the same way whether or nor it ended in sex. The players negotiated over what they wanted to happen.

  “Yes, Master.” Calla replied knowing Flynn would require a verbal response.

  “Good. I will warm up your skin with my hand and move on to paddle once you’re ready. We will begin.” Flynn didn’t wait for her to answer. Instead his palm came down on one side of her ass cheek in a rapid staccato. The sound reverberated around the cabin and caused Calla to rise onto her tiptoes. Her senses all became focused on the growing burning sensation on her skin. Flynn didn’t miss a beat as he moved his warm-up over to her other ass cheek.

  Calla didn’t flinch this time, ready for the sensation. When it got to the point of pain, she breathed in deep and slow, hoping to negate the pain and let it flow through her. A technique she had learned and practiced. The hot sensation on her skin turned to a light throb in her clit. Her pussy was getting hot and wet, ready to take her master. By the time Flynn had finished heating the skin on her lower thighs, Calla was panting in anticipation for the rest of his punishment.

  “You’ve done well, sub.” Calla heard the satisfaction in Flynn’s voice, the submissive inside her preening. One of Flynn’s hands rubbed the sting into her skin, curving his fingers between her legs to feel the damp wet between her thighs. “You are a naughty sub.” He traced the seam of her smooth pussy.

  “Yes, Master Flynn.” Calla wanted to wiggle to get more of his touch, but realized it would only cause him to stop the teasing.

  “Our time apart has taught you more control.” Flynn removed his finger. “But there is always room for improvement.” Calla frowned at his words, but could not dwell on them before Flynn continued. “I want to hear you count out each of smacks. This is a punishment spanking.”

  “Yes, Master.” Calla clenched her internal muscles as Flynn rubbed the leather padded paddle across her ass cheeks a few times, allowing her to become accustomed to the feel of the implement. She had never taken a paddle before. Most of the Doms she’d played with preferred the crop or the flogger.

  “Perfect, sub. We will begin.” The first smack let Ca
lla know the warm-up was over. She cried out at the swift pain and rose onto her toes again, her brain taking several seconds to process information again coherently. “Where is my count, sub?” Flynn demanded from behind her.

  “One, Master.” Her hoarse voice unrecognisable to her own ears.

  “Let’s continue.” The paddle landed a scant second later on Calla’s ass cheek, and she gritted her teeth before she could get the words out.

  “Two.” She sniffled as the sting of where the paddle had landed turned to heat. She swallowed hard and did her best to concentrate on the rhythm of Flynn’s arm rising and falling, even as her own tears fell from her eyes and clouded her vision of the duvet covers in front of her. She tried to relax the fingers clawing into the linen but gave up. All she could right now was hold on and count for her master. At no point did she consider using her safe word. Her ass was on fire and her mind was trying to drift away between each smack. The struggle to stay focused and in the moment made Calla’s blood sing. For the first time in months she was alive again.

  “Fifty.” She choked out.

  “My little sub is so fucking hot right now.” Flynn ran a hand over one then the other ass cheek, her skin raw and over-used. She did her best to not to flinch, but the action was involuntary.

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  Flynn rubbed a hand over Calla’s flesh and placed the paddle on her lower back as a reminder of her unfinished punishment. He hadn’t been easy on her. In fact, there were subs who would’ve safe worded out after the first couple of smacks. But he understood how much his sub could take. He breathed in her struggle, the way she fought to stay with him at every second of the punishment made his cock so hard, Flynn was concerned he might cum in his trousers like a teenage kid.