by P Nelson
Flynn watched in satisfaction, his cock throbbing hard as Calla took her pleasure. The muscles in her channel milked his fingers. He rubbed inside her until she slumped against the wood. A loud grunt from the other side of the cross caught Flynn’s attention. Chamberlain strained as he worked his cock. A second later he shouted and came in his hand. The other man didn’t appear to give a shit that Flynn had watched him orgasm in the middle of a private scene. Good. There was no place to be shy in the BDSM world. His gaze flicked back to Calla. He pulled his fingers from her body. Her eyes followed him as he brought the digits to his lips. He sucked them in and tasted her. He groaned.
“So fucking good, sub.” He said before giving her a smile. “Are you ready to take my cock?”
“Yes, Master.” Calla’s expression lit up, her interest caught.
“Good girl.” Flynn undid his leathers as he walked around the cross. Once behind her. Flynn stripped naked and admired his work. Her skin looked perfect in this light wearing his stripes. The overwhelming urge to claim her stole over his mind, his body reacting on instinct. Flynn closed the distance between them. They both sighed as their sweat-slicked bodies came into contact. They had both worked hard tonight and now was Flynn’s first reward.
“I will fuck you now, sub.” Flynn warned and heard a sigh of contentment. He bent his knees a little and guided his cock to her slick entrance. The head of his dick slid all the way home with ease through her wet and swollen tissues.
“Oh, Master.” Calla groaned. The words spurred Flynn into further action. He pulled out and shoved back into her with a bump against her ass. The need to savour her body brought Flynn’s hands around her breasts. A handful of each one, he kneaded them in time with these long, slow thrusts. Calla pushed back against him. The way her ass pressed against him brought Flynn’s mouth down to her shoulder. The need to mark her coursing through his veins. He bit down.
Calla jolted underneath him. The pressure of his teeth and sucking increased with the pace of his thrusts. Calla groaned, making noises that spoke to Flynn’s primal hindbrain. This was where Flynn existed. He let go of her shoulder, the sight of his bite mark causing his balls to squeeze even tighter. Lightening shot down his spine and he did his best to control the force of his thrusts.
She took every one. He pumped harder and faster until they were no longer two separate people. Only one entity. This woman was the reason he topped subs. Calla belonged to him. It was the last coherent thought Flynn possessed as semen burned down his cock, and after an eternity burst from his dick inside her as he marked her in the most primitive of ways.
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Calla’s legs shook. Sweat dripped from her brow, down her face. Hands clinging to the cuffs to keep her body upright. She held on as if her life depended on it, knowing Flynn, her master, needed time to recover. He fucked her like the world was ending and maybe it was. His cock pulsed inside her and Calla let out a sigh of contentment. Used and wrung out, Calla pressed against the cross. But a storm had passed and the two of them were still together.
“Give me a minute beautiful.” Flynn sounded like he had run a marathon. His voice rough near her ear. His tongue flicked out and Calla flinched as he probed the bite mark he made. He grunted in male satisfaction.
“Beast.” She teased. Her voice not much than his.
“Fuck yes.” Flynn groaned and his weight lifted from her, easing her body against the St Andrews Cross. His cock slipped from her pussy and semen dripped down her inner thighs. “You look fucking perfect right now.” Knowing better not to argue with a self-satisfied Dom admiring his prize; Calla set her cheek back down on the cross. She took his punishment and pleasure. Now her only job was to receive his aftercare.
The cuffs came loose at her ankles and his warm hands massaged each one, ensuring the blood flow was constant. He stood up and Calla admired his chiselled chest, the way the sweat slickened his body. Flynn’s cock was satiated for the minute but Calla knew he would be inside her again.
“Up you go.” Flynn lifted her into his arms after releasing her from the restraints around her wrists. Calla glanced around the dungeon, remembering Chamberlain. “He’s gone. No doubt having some erotic dreams right now.” He guessed her thoughts.
“I doubt he’s sleeping, Master.” Calla wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled her nose into the dip where his neck met his shoulders.
“Why is that?” Flynn didn’t juggle her at all walking across the room to the big metal-framed bed set against one wall. The design was pure BDSM fantasy. Constructed of metal, the four metal posts were solid with hoops built into them at intervals to accommodate any Doms fantasy. The headboard along with the baseboard flowed with twisting metal into a pattern reminiscent of the waves rolling around the island. It provided more opportunities for rope work and cuffs.
“Because if I were in his place, I’d be rubbing one out.” Calla’s reply a matter of fact. Flynn stilled for a second beside the bed. A bark of laughter rent the air a minute later and she stared up at him. Flynn shook his head at her.
“You are a minx. The rest of our lives will never be boring.” Flynn placed her on a mound of pillows at the head of the bed and opened a bottle of water for her. Calla took the bottle and watched as he strode over to the bathroom and disappeared inside. She drank the water and let her head fall back on the comfortable pillows. Her back and ass warm, but not so bad. That was a testament to the care Flynn took when handing out his punishments and the skill he’d accumulated over the years.
When she had entered the dungeon, Calla had still been angry over their argument. The annoyance lingered, but the scene brought them together so she couldn’t complain. She wasn’t angry with him, but she wanted him to understand her position. A shadow hovered over her and Calla looked up to see Flynn.
“What are you thinking about?” His brow creased into a frown. On his knees, Flynn crawled onto the bed and opened Calla’s legs. A cloth in one hand, he cleaned between her legs and down her thighs concentrating on his task.
“A mundane question.” Calla murmured.
“Aside from the kink, we are mundane couple.” Flynn announced before throwing the cloth into a hamper for laundry placed beside the bed. “Roll over.”
“How do you figure?” Calla needed to manoeuvre around with Flynn not budging between her legs. But she turned around and got comfortable on the bed, using the pillows to stretch out with her arms above her head.
“We’re two professionals navigating a difficult time in one of our careers.” Flynn explained in a succinct tone. Calla snorted at his ridiculous assessment. “You look fucking perfect. All the marks left on your back or ass from the whip will fade.” The bed dipped, and his lips met the top of her ass. He kissed her and Calla smiled.
“A pity. I’d like to wear your mark.” Calla groaned as Flynn placed his hands on her lower back. He had sweet smelling lotion or oil and was busy rubbing it into her skin.
“Good thing I gave you the bite mark then.” Flynn’s reply reminded her of the near violence of the sex they shared. Her pussy clenched at the thought of how good it had been to ride his thrusts. He’d held nothing back and she wanted all. “If you keep sighing like that, I will slip my cock into you again and you’ll get no aftercare.”
“I can’t help it when it feels so damn good.” Calla allowed her body to release any lingering tension. She sank into the bed, thoughts flowing and scattering through her mind. One persistent worry would not go away, however. Calla knew it was best to just ask. “Are you afraid?” It was a dumb thing to ask, but she needed to know. Flynn stopped massaging up her back and hovered over her for so long, Calla didn’t expect he would answer.
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Was he afraid? A broad question encompassing many scenarios and relationships. But he knew Calla and understood to what the question pertained. She wanted to know if going back to Vancouver tomorrow and possibly be walking into a sniper trap frightened him.
“I would be an idiot to not fear
Calla.” Flynn remarked and went back to massaging her. The reality was he was more anxious than afraid. He was a man of action. The wait for the axe to fall didn’t suit him. He’d rather hunt down the axe and grab it. This was a delicate situation needing an end. The finale would only come once Melanie and her cohorts stopped for good.
“What terrifies me the most is the thought of you in those cross hairs. The dread is tangible. I feel it inside my bones and skin. You do not understand what it means for me to fear something.” He cut off. This was being honest on a whole other level. He could tell Calla he wanted to fuck her in the ass. Come so hard he could watch his semen bubble up around his dick. But revealing his fear over her safety was not easy. He was a schoolboy in uniform waving goodbye to Ms Emily in the drive of the family house knowing he wouldn’t see her again until Christmas. Alone. It isolated him.
Calla wriggled underneath him. He stopped massaging up her back and watched as she rolled back to face him. Her legs rode up on either side of his hips, her core open to him. Flynn’s cock stirred staring down at the woman who had stolen his heart.
“We are not any other couple in the vanilla world or the kink world.” Calla had come to some conclusion in her head. The resigned expression on her face more informative than her next words. “You’re Flynn Banroch. Billionaire CEO by day, Dom by night.” She paused.
“You make me sound like a super hero.” He forced a grin onto his lips he didn’t feel. Flynn wanted to interject a little light hearted humour into a difficult situation. This was out of character for him, but it was natural at the moment.
“To me. You are a superhero. My superhero.” Calla shut her eyes and when she opened them again tears fell down her cheeks. “But you’re not just my Dom, you’re my fiancée. You mean something to people. You are a rock who has saved countless jobs at Banroch Industries over the years. Not only are you successful in business, but you’re a pillar in the kink community too. You push everyone to safer practices and accountability. The Cage is a testament to your perseverance and success.” Flynn stared down at her heart over-flowing.
“I’m humbled.” Was all he said. He tilted forward intending to kiss the hell of out of her. But her hand shot up.
“Wait. I haven’t finished.” She stopped him.
“My ego needs no more massaging.” Flynn joked. Calla shook her head, face set in determined lines.
“I get it. I understand. And I will not fight you anymore about going with you tomorrow morning.” Calla’s lips turned down. Flynn’s heart broke witnessing her struggle. “You need to focus on what is happening and I don’t want you worrying about me.” She sniffed and tried to stop her tears, but they came down her cheeks, wetting the pillow on either side of her head.
“You are so fucking brave.” Flynn choked out. With his heart in his throat, he reached down and picked up Calla. “I’m so fucking sorry it has to be this way baby. Fuck. When you got on the yacht after signing a new contract with me, I believed we would have months together before Enbridge made their move. I’m sorry.” He held her shaking body to his own. For the first time in his life tears prickled the back of his eyes. He held them back. Not because he was a man or an alpha male. But because his sub needed her master to be strong for them both right now.
“Why are you apologising?” Calla huffed out between gulps of air.
“Because no matter how hard I try, I’m the one who fucks us.” He was bitter. “I want to give you the world, and I’ve made you cry so many times. I don’t deserve you.” Simple words. But a powerful confession from him. Calla leaned back, forcing him to loosen his grip. He let her even though he knew her tear-streaked face would kick him in balls. And it did. Her tears stuck together her lashes and her cheeks were red, but she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
“There is nothing to apologise for my love.” The words came out in a rush. “You catch the fuckers who made me cry. I demand you make them pay for keeping us apart all these months. For trying to steal our future together.” Flynn kissed the tip of her nose. She was adorable.
“I promise.” His words solemn. Calla nodded at him a scant second before he captured her mouth in a searing kiss. The need to comfort over-road anything else he had planned for the evening. The kiss deepening, Flynn splayed his thighs wide and forced Calla to sit on his thighs with her legs open on each side. Her pussy open and ready. With a groan, he pressed her lower back until her hot core road his cock.
Her breasts rubbed against his chest as she tried to deepen the kiss, ravenous in his arms. Flynn broke his mouth away and with an effort, reached down and lifted Calla up with his strength alone. Calla grabbed his cock and positioned it at her entrance. He stared into the depth of her dark gaze. Flynn made several promises to his beloved. There was no need to say them. She understood what was in his heart and in his mind. After a minute, with arms shaking, Flynn impaled her on his cock.
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Calla shouted as Flynn’s cock stretched her channel to accommodate him. It didn’t matter how many times he took her, the burn of his invasion never diminished. She stared into his eyes, noted the gritted expression in his clenched jaw. Satisfaction burst through her veins. This was the impact she had on him. The powerful CEO stripped down to the alpha male. She clenched the muscles in her channel and he growled at her. The sound made her smile a second before a laugh escaped.
“You think you’re clever?” Flynn asked. He didn’t need an answer because he lifted her with his powerful arms and let gravity bring her back down on his cock.
“Oh no, Master.” Calla wiped the grin from her face. She repositioned her own legs to give purchase to her position over his lap. Calla rose and came back down. Flynn growled again. “Not clever. I need my master’s cock.”
“Fuck.” Flynn swore. Calla threw back her head and rode him. With slow movements at first. Every time her breasts came within reach of her mouth, Flynn used his teeth to nip at her nipples. It became a game between them. Until it consumed them both. Calla panting as her pussy rode Flynn’s cock. Her clit bumping into his pelvis with every thrust, building the sexual tension on her belly. Calla released a small scream when Flynn caught hold of one of her nipples and sucked hard, not letting go when she tried to twist away.
“Oh Master, yes.” She said in retaliation. Calla ground down on his dick, holding his head to her breast. He murmured and groaned, bucking underneath her body. His cock filling her to where she thought she might orgasm. He let go of her nipple right before the pleasure streaked through her. The disappointment at missing out on her orgasm caused her to frown.
“Does my sub want something?” Flynn cajoled.
“Asshole.” Calla replied.
“Fifty and I will collect. I let your earlier swearing go because of the moment. But you haven’t saddled yourself with a pussy Dom. I will take every smack on your pretty ass, baby.” His hands reached underneath her to knead her ass cheeks.
“Good subs are so boring.” Calla returned. She was referencing his earlier conversation with Chamberlain. He smiled wide.
“You are so right, baby.” Flynn let go of one of her ass cheeks and moved his hand around. His probing fingers found her clit. “Good subs are boring.” He pinched her nub between two fingers and Calla flinched. Her channel clenching on his cock. “Beg your master to come.” He demanded, kneading her clit and thrusting hard up inside her.
“Please, Master I want to come. Please let me come.” Calla’s high-pitched pleas mirrored the ones in her head. The pressure between her legs was building to an excruciating level and her master was being very demanding. “I need to come. Please give me permission.” Her voice didn’t even sound like hers anymore. Calla’s breath came out in choppy huffs as she did her best to not come. But he was doing his best to make it damned hard.
“What will you do if I don’t let you?” Flynn’s tone mild. Calla recognised the clenched jaw as a sign he was having just as much trouble as her. There was no way she could capitalize on
his discomfort, however. Her only mission to not come before he gave permission was tough enough.
“Die.” She blurted out. Flynn grinned. Might not be a bad way to go, but as the pain of not coming became unbearable, she shook her head. “I can’t.”
“Come for me.” Flynn pinched her clit and Calla’s world fell apart. Lights danced in front of her eyes and Calla stopped breathing. Only to become aware of a scream ripping its way from the back of her throat. Flynn removed his hand from her clit and used it to move her pussy up and down on his cock. The effort to keep her pumping his dick causing his features to tighten and further sweat to drip down his body.
Every muscle in her body became tense in her release. Flynn continued to work her body, his muscles straining. Calla collapsed against his chest a minute later, sated. He continued to work her for another minute until he forced her body to grind down on his cock. His shout matched hers, satisfaction and pleasure ringing around the dungeon.
“Fuck.” He breathed, clasping her. Their sweat soaked bodies rubbing together. Calla clung to him, the need to memorize every part of his body before he left her in the morning sending her hands roaming over his broad back. “It will be ok.” He murmured into her hair.
“We need to both believe it.” Calla responded. With his cock still inside her and endorphins zipping in her bloodstream, Calla dreamed anything might be possible.
“I need not believe it, Calla.” Flynn pulled back to stare down at her. “Because I will make it happen. Do you understand?” Calla nodded.