With or Without You (The Dom's of The Cage Book 4)

by P Nelson

  Thea was silent as she sipped from the water bottle. Dillon brushed water over the skin not covered. He reached out and chose a chocolate from the box and held it to Thea’s lips. She opened them automatically and sucked in the decadent chocolate along with his fingers. Dillon’s cock stirred to life. Thea licked and sucked at his digits for a minute before releasing him.

  “Purdy’s, my favourite.” A sigh of contentment escaped her. “What about you?” she questioned, and Dillon had to think for a minute before he could decide what the hell she was talking about. “Why do you have to walk around like you have the biggest balls of all the Doms in the dungeon?”

  “I don’t.” Dillon shook his head, the water sloshed in the tub.

  “Yes, you do.” Thea turned in the tub to stare at him. “You just pretend you don’t have a big alpha inside of you, but he’s there. I can sense the caveman inside of you, but you rarely, if ever bring him out to play, certainly not with all the girls you top at The Cage or in your porn flicks.”

  Dillon remained silent as he thought over her words. He chose another chocolate and fed it to Thea once she settled back against his chest. Was Thea right? All these years he had enjoyed being the fun-loving Dom, the one who didn’t need to act like a caveman. What if he had been hiding his true dominance?

  Chapter Twenty Four

  “What the hell is this?” Thea demanded. Dillon cracked an eye open and stared at Thea, her hands on her hips standing next to his bed. She looked fucking gorgeous. It had been three weeks since they signed their new contract. Thea submitted to him in some way every day. He rewarded her with pleasure and orgasms. They still hadn’t moved into the same room together again. Dillon wanted to take the rest of Thea’s rehabilitation slowly, and Calla agreed.

  “You’re not on your knees ready to greet your Master.” Dillon rolled over onto his back. Now, Thea was spending less time in front of her laptop and more time at the gym exercising and eating properly; she was starting to fill out her curves again.

  The sexy silk robe she had wrapped around her body did little to hide the fact she was becoming ripe again. Dillon’s hands itched to part the robe and sink his now-hard cock into her wet, willing pussy because she would be wet. They had fucked all over this apartment and in all the public privacy rooms at The Cage, including borrowing Master Flynn and Master Gaige’s rooms. She was even becoming more comfortable with light bondage. His mind going to the tie on her robe.

  “Stop thinking about how you’re going to tie me up and fuck me and explain this.” She shoved her iPad into his face. Dillon reached out to take the device and read the headline on one of the city’s newspapers. “Disgraced VPD Detective Thea Demopoulos to star in porn movie entitled Porniana Jones and the Temple of Anus with her boyfriend Dillon Ross.”

  “Looks like my agent has some explaining to do.” Dillon tossed the iPad aside. “What’s your safe word?”

  “That’s all you’re going to say?” Thea picked up the iPad. She pointed to the screen. “My family still doesn’t speak to me. Do you think this is going to help?” She started shouting. Words bounced off the walls and the floor to ceiling windows that decorated each room.

  “What’s your safe word?” Dillon growled out. Thea’s attention snapped to him. During the past few weeks, he had found topping her when she became irritated over minor incidents a good way to distract and break the cycle of panic she developed over feeling helpless and out of control in her life.

  “Red.” Her cheeks flushed with anger, but her pupils dilated. The hands at her sides unclenched as she waited for Dillon’s instructions.

  “Take your clothes off.” He sat up in bed. She undid the sash around her waist. Dillon slipped naked out of bed with a raging hard-on and grabbed the sash before it fell to the ground. He walked behind Thea, observing as she let the silk robe fall to the carpet. She was wearing nothing underneath. “Put your arms behind your back.”

  “Yes, Master.” Thea did as he told her. Dillon worked to secure her wrists together. She never would have let him do this a few short weeks ago.

  “Perfect, gorgeous.” Now lay your torso on the bed, open your legs as wide as you can.” He held onto her bound wrists as Thea leaned forward, her head, shoulders, and ribcage resting on the comforter. “Do you want my cock?” Dillon demanded.

  “I want to know what the fuck is going on with that porno.” Thea gritted out. Dillon opened her pussy lips from behind and guided the head of his cock to her slippery entrance. She was always fucking wet for him, and he loved it.

  “Do you want my cock in your pussy?” he nudged farther inside.

  “Yes, I want your cock.” Thea tried to grind her hips back into him, but Dillon used his weight and her bound hands to keep her body steady.

  “You’re wish is my command.” He pulled up Thea’s arms, arching her back as he thrust inside her channel. Dillon won the fucking lottery every time he penetrated her. Thea was warm and welcoming. He dreamed of her at night and wished he were sleeping next to her so he could sink into her body at all hours. As it was, he was fucking lucky.

  Thea grunted and groaned as Dillon fucked her. He loved the little mewling noises she made when he hit her G spot deep inside of her channel.

  “I’m going to direct that porn flick. Not star in it.” Dillon’s words punctuated his drives into her body, every couple of thrusts he would swirl his cock around causing her channel to tighten further. “I’ve never used you to try and further my career. Either my agent or the producers of the film have made a terrible mistake.”

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  “Mistake?” Thea could barely get the word out. Dillon was fucking her with such exquisite precision she could barely focus on his words. He did this a lot, distracted her with mind-blowing sex. The slight burning in her arms, from holding her body up off the bed only added to the decadent sensation burning in her lower belly, filling her clit with blood.

  “Don’t worry, my gorgeous Thea. I’m going to get to the bottom of this mistake and ensure whoever is responsible pays.” Dillon picked up his pace and growled. The guttural sound sending more shivers down Thea’s spine. His body bent over hers as he pressed her farther into the bed; sweat-slick skin met her back. She tried to arch into him. “You’re the only woman I’ll be fucking from now on.” He let go of her bound wrists and reached down to lift one of her thighs onto the bed.

  “Oh, yes. Just like that.” Thea moaned out. His cock penetrated deeper inside her body in the new position.

  “Every fucking day. Three times, at least.” Dillon rocked into her, and Thea’s breath froze. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her channel tightened around his cock, and she came hard. Her body wanted to press back into him, but Dillon controlled the whole encounter. He reached down and rubbed her clit with clever fingers sending more sensation through her body, this time she came he followed her over. His strokes becoming erratic and frenzied as instinct drove him to come deep inside her. Thea smiled at the thought of Dillon branding her.

  They lay breathing hard for several minutes, Dillon’s heavier body pressing her into the mattress. Thea let her mind wander. This was a new experience for her and one Dillon had encouraged during the past few weeks. He had brought her to subspace every day by some method of spanking, smacking, or other repetitive punishment of the flesh. The calming effect on her brain was helping her to sleep and, more importantly, aiding her mental block over leaving the apartment.

  Dillon sighed and lifted his body from hers. His softening cock left her body, the wetness created by his come sliding down her legs. He would have used a condom if he were going to eat her pussy this morning. Thea groaned in disappointment. She loved his mouth between her legs. He was a fucking maestro, and she felt guilty that she was hoarding him all to herself.

  “Why are you grinning like that?” Dillon undid the silk sash around her wrists and headed to the bathroom. Thea waited for him to return with a cloth. He pressed it between her legs and cleaned her thoroughly before
shoving her the rest of the way onto the bed. He tossed the cloth aside and slid under the covers with her. The iPad lay forgotten on the bedspread.

  “I was thinking how lucky my pussy is to get eaten by you so often.” Thea cuddled in beside him and wrapped a leg around one of his.

  “Talk like that will get your pussy eaten.” Dillon wrapped his arms around her. He started to palm one of her breasts with a familiar touch.

  “Yes, please,” Thea murmured as she arched into his hand. Dillon shrugged underneath her until his mouth hovered over her opposite breast.

  “An appetiser,” he announced before his mouth closed over her nipple, and he sucked her entire areole into his mouth. Thea moaned and used her hands to press his head into her breast. Maybe she would get her pussy eaten, after all. The shrill noise of someone calling ripped through their morning pleasure.

  “Leave it,” Dillon ordered against her breast, his hand going between her legs.

  “You don’t have to ask me twice.” Thea threw her head back and rode Dillon’s hand as he worked her breasts. The call kept ringing, and despite Dillon’s attempts to distract her, Thea couldn’t ignore whoever it was interrupting their morning sex.

  A glance over at Dillon’s nightstand revealed his phone was blank. She turned around as much as she could while Dillon refused to give up his hold inside her channel, fingers plunging deep. Her iPad stopped ringing for a minute before it started up again.

  “Fuck it.” Thea reached for the offending technology and frowned at the caller ID. The caller so startled her she lost all reason and answered it.

  “Thea. What does it take to get hold of you?” Dillon’s fingers stopped inside of her, and he let go of her nipple. The expression on his face as he stared up at her promised retribution for disregarding his order.

  “What do you want, Alec?” Thea tried to wiggle up the bed, but Dillon used his teeth to pinch her nipple. She stopped fighting immediately. At least, it was only a call, no video.

  “I want to invite my little sister over for Sunday dinner tonight.” Her brother sounded harassed. “But you don’t have a cell phone anymore or at least you don’t use it.” Thea grimaced at his tone.

  “My phone was lost during my abduction.” Thea told him. “The phone company cancelled the number. I don’t need a new one.”

  “How the fuck is mom supposed to get in touch with you? You know she’s shit with social media.” Alec started to give her a lecture, and Thea’s temper rose. Dillon rubbed a finger over her G spot, and Thea held her breath. Her legs opened farther to allow him more access even as her brain told her to kick him in the head. “Never mind. Come over tonight or don’t. The family wants to see you.”

  “Fine, but I’m bringing my Dillon.” Thea felt stupid referring to Dillon as her boyfriend. He might be topping her right now, but one day she would be topping him. Their relationship was so complicated, just thinking about it gave her headache. She wished they would fit into a nice BDSM category, not be all mixed up.

  “The porn star?” Alex questioned. “Good, make sure he knows your brothers have a few questions about his intentions. We never had the opportunity to ask before he swept you out of the hospital.”

  “Don’t you even.” Thea started, but the hard length of Dillon’s new erection distracted her against her leg.

  “It’s our job to be annoying assholes, Thea. You must have forgotten since you never visit us anymore.” Thea wanted to point out the lack of interaction wasn’t all her fault. “The usual time and don’t be late unless you want all of us talking about you before you get here. Enjoy the rest of your morning sex.” He hung up before she could ask him how he knew.

  “I’m a porn star.” Dillon read her mind. “Of course, we’re having sex. His body came up over hers, fingers leaving her pussy. Dillon fitted his cock to her entrance for the second time this morning, and Thea moaned as she discarded the iPad.

  “You feel so fucking good,” Thea praised as he slowly pressed inside of her body.

  “I could say the same thing.” Dillon pressed his hands to either side of Thea’s head. He drew out his final push into her body until Thea thought she might scream. Dillon leaned down and kissed her. Thea’s channel clamped down on his cock and sucked his tongue in her mouth. Some days, she had a voracious hunger for his body, Thea thought she could eat him all in one go.

  The kiss turned ravenous, but Dillon didn’t stop his slow thrusts. Thea became so frustrated over his slow and sensuous drive into her body, she used all her strength to roll him over. Dillon laughed up at her as she seated her pussy over his cock again in one push. Dillon brought his legs up, feet planted on the mattress behind her back.

  “Fuck me, gorgeous,” Dillon encouraged as he lifted his hands to her breasts. Thea complied with Dillon’s order, taking full control of the depth and speed of the fucking. She revelled in the power she had over Dillon’s body as he used his position to fuck up into her. It wasn’t long before the first stirrings of another orgasm; it hit her hard and fast and had her body clamping down on Dillon’s. He let go of her breasts and wrapped a hand around her neck; pulled her face down into his shoulder, while using his other hand to push her pussy farther down on his cock. He came in great waves, both of them crying out and holding on to one another so hard, Thea recognised Dillon was her only anchor through a storm of turbulent sensations.

  Again, they lay perfectly still after their orgasms, Thea trying to catch errant thoughts, remembering why she had first burst into Dillon’s room.

  “You’re never going to fuck on camera again?” Thea asked, her breathing starting to go back to normal.

  “Not unless you want to make some homemade porn. Or we’re at The Cage. No escaping the cameras there.” Dillon shifted underneath her. His cock still inside her body, but more of his semen dripped down onto his body. “It’s good there are plenty of sheets in this apartment,” he murmured nuzzling her neck.

  “And a laundry service,” Thea responded absently. “You’re giving up your career for me?” She felt tiny as she thought of everything Dillon had accomplished in his life as a porn star. He had managed to become the most famous Dom on film, popular with BDSM devotees as well as folks in the vanilla world.

  Dillon rolled her over onto her side; he pulled the dishevelled covers up around them. The effect made it feel as if they inhabited their own little world; Dillon took her chin between his thumb and his finger and stared deeply into her eyes. This was a new side of Dillon, one Thea discovered after they left the hospital and started appearing with more frequency since they signed the new contract. He was serious.

  She liked the Dillon who teased her without mercy most of the time. OK, not when she was at the dungeon and trying to be the Domme in Residence. But secretly when they were private or amongst friends, she had enjoyed baiting him. Thea stared into his dark eyes, rimmed with thick lashes, and her heart thumped awkwardly. She liked this Dillon, too.

  “I’ve been having doubts about my acting career for a while now.” He let go of her chin and held her gaze with his own. “The fact is I don’t want to top women on film anymore. I want to top you. And if it’s on film, fine. But I’d much prefer do it on a stage at The Cage or in private. I’m not saying I’ll never top another sub. I’m an experienced Dom, and our community needs people like me to help lead them. But you and I both know that a scene doesn’t always lead to sex.”

  Thea nodded. As the Domme in Residence at The Cage she had handed out hundreds of spankings, floggings, whippings, and even beatings with various implements like the wooden spoon. Only in a fraction of cases did she fuck the subs she topped. The sex had become increasingly less frequent since she had entered Dillon’s loft all those months ago and tried to top him. The result hadn’t been like a textbook BDSM experience, but her primal nature had awoken as they fought for control.

  “The fact is, I’ve been looking for opportunities to direct or even produce. I’ll still be spending most of time knee deep in pussies,
dicks, assholes, and all sorts of BDSM implements, but I won’t be the one in front of the lens anymore.” Dillon stopped, his gaze softening before he focused on her again. “Just saying it out loud to you is freeing.” Thea hugged him tighter to her body.

  “So, I can be a greedy bitch?” she murmured against his shoulder.

  “Yup, I’m all yours,” Dillon responded, and Thea understood she’d only believe him once enough time had passed. “Now, tell me everything I need to know to survive dinner with your four brothers.”

  Thea groaned. “You’re still taking those self-defence lessons from Joe, right?”

  Chapter Twenty Five

  Thea hadn’t been kidding when she made sure Dillon had still been meeting with Joe to practice his self-defence moves. She might have been the only sibling who followed their father into the VPD, but her brothers were no slouches. They were badass dicks when they wanted to throw their weight around.

  “Tell me about your brothers again,” Dillon asked from beside her in the Mercedes that still drove them everywhere. Even though months had passed since anyone had contact with Esposito, Flynn insisted they stay in the apartment, use the car, and generally stay under guard until they caught the motherfucker. His words, but not too far from her own sentiments.

  “Alec is the oldest; he’s an accountant. The most boring of the lot of them if you don’t count Fabrizio who’s a lawyer and the second eldest. My other brothers are the most interesting and the biggest pains in my ass. Lajos and Taavi own a Greek restaurant in Kits.” Thea stared out the window at the familiar streets of Kitslano where she grew up and where her brothers and their wives all still lived. “I’m the youngest.”

  “I could never remember which brothers owned the restaurant,” Dillon remarked next to her. The car pulled into a tree-lined street. She immediately recognised her parent’s modest car parked in front of Alec’s Colonial-style home. “They all look alike. I hadn’t realised while picking up takeaway from the restaurant, but only after I saw them all at the hospital. Lucky you have the girl genes there. That nose is quite distinctive.”