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

by P Nelson

  “Nick says he wants off pussy detail.” Thea smiled as she thought of her partner. The bullet to his neck hadn’t done any damage to anything important, and the big guy was up and scaring the crap out of white-collar criminals with her.

  “He got shot like a pussy. So, he gets pussy duty.” Linkin swung his gaze over to her. “Not that your work is pussy work.”

  “It’s fine. I don’t need to shoot any bad guys.” Thea nodded at him. She watched as Martin held out a hand, and Delaney looked up. Love and devotion shone in her eyes as she gazed up at Master Linkin and Master Martin. Thea’s chest squeezed. She wished Dillon could submit just once to her. They hadn’t tried again since the disastrous attempt months ago, but she was much more in control of her head and body. Thea was happy with submitting to him and the occasional dominance fuck when they tried to top one another was thoroughly satisfying. But she didn’t feel as if she were getting everything she needed.

  “Delaney, I’ve been meaning to have a word with you,” Thea started as Martin pulled her up to her feet. Now that she was back to full form, Thea had been paying more attention to the rumours floating around the dungeon about a sub revolution. Delaney blinked up at her several times.

  “Yes, Mistress Thea.” Her tone was respectful, and she lowered her eyes. No doubt Master Martin and Master Linkin enjoyed beating submission into her ass. Having known Delaney for long enough, Thea could surmise she enjoyed the punishment’s just as much.

  A stir in the crowd caught Thea’s attention, and she looked around the room. Kinksters were smiling and pointing; others spoke in hurried tones with their neighbours. Thea was trying to figure out what the fuss was about and whether she needed to shut it down when she glimpsed Dillon. Her jaw cracked open.

  Dillon strode out of the men’s changing room wearing leather boy shorts and a thick black leather collar with a hoop on the front. Thea’s insides melted, her pussy getting wet. He did that to her. Made her want him every time he walked into a room. The only way she could reconcile the feeling was firmly believing Dillon felt the same way. In fact, the tip of Dillon’s cock was fighting to escape out the top of the boy shorts.

  He came to a stop in front of Thea, lowered his eyes and raised a hand with a set of papers in them. She automatically reached out to grab them. Once she did, Dillon sank down into a slave pose. Knees apart, his hands resting on the back of his head. The position perfectly showed his ridiculously delectable body. She wanted to run her tongue down his chest and bite onto his sexy hip notches.

  Thea blinked and stared down at the papers she was holding in her hands. It was a contract. She read the first few lines and discovered that it only lasted for the next twelve hours, which was disappointing, but the rest of the contract had her smiling. Dillon was willing to test his soft limits submitting to her. It was probably going to be a rough road for them, but he was willing to try. And not only submit in private, but out on the dungeon floor.

  “Why do you always have to walk around like you have the biggest set of balls in the place?” she asked echoing his question from long ago. Dillon flicked his gaze up to meet hers.

  “Are you going to sign the contract or not?” he challenged her. Several people chuckled from around them. A pen magically appeared in front of her face. She grasped the writing implement and read the rest of the contract. It was a standard affair, with an appendix on how he would like to see the evening proceed. Since it was in accordance to her wishes, Thea signed on the line provided next to Dillon’s own bold signature.

  “Now, you’re going to find out what happens to naughty subs who try to top me from the bottom. She looked over at one of the dungeon minions. “Beth go and get my kit bag from my locker and take this with you.” She handed over the papers. Thea squatted down in front of Dillon who couldn’t quite keep the smile from his lips.

  “What’s your safe word, sub?” she demanded.

  “Red, Mistress,” Dillon promptly answered.

  “Good, we’ll use the stoplight system. No need to explain. You know how it works.” Her tone was brisk.

  “Yes, Mistress,” Dillon replied.

  “Have you been a naughty boy?” Thea asked as she traced a finger down Dillon’s chest until she found the top of his leather boy shorts.

  “Yes, Mistress. So naughty,” he admitted.

  “Very good.” She dug into the constricting leather and pulled his erection out, allowing the head of his dick to be free from the material. Dillon sighed in relief a second before she squeezed his sensitive flesh. Dillon grunted, but couldn’t keep his hips from moving. Sweat appeared on his brow as she released the head of his cock. Using her thumb, she rubbed precum over the top of his slit. Pleasure bloomed on his face.

  “How many smacks does my naughty sub deserve?” Thea leaned in and whispered in Dillon’s ear causing his whole body to shudder.

  “As many as my Mistress deems fit.” Dillon licked his lips.

  “Good answer, sub.” Thea glanced over to see Beth had returned with her kit bag. “Thank you, Beth. Can you go over to stage four and ensure it has been set up to the specifications laid out by my sub?”

  “Yes, Mistress Thea,” Beth replied. The dungeon helper scurried off to do Mistress Thea’s bidding, even though Dillon would have made sure the stage and the privacy room they would use later was ready for their scenes. She was never going to get that part of his dominant nature to submit to her.

  Thea opened the top of her bag and ruffled around. Finding what she wanted, she pulled out a long leather leash. Dillon wasn’t into humiliation, Thea clipped the end of the leash onto the silver ring of his collar.

  “Think of this as showing my fucking sexy sub off to the rest of the club.” Thea kissed Dillon on the lips. “I want every fucking dominant wishing they could touch you, stroke you, make you come all over them. I want every sub to fantasize about wrapping their lips around your cock and sucking you dry until you don’t have drop left inside those lovely balls of yours.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” Dillon’s dark gaze said everything. He was with her in the moment.

  “Good, sub. We’re going to have so much fun together tonight. Get on your hands and knees.” Thea instructed, standing up. Dillon complied a second later, his hands hitting the floor, his head near her leg. She reached down and ruffled his hair. Dillon rubbed his face against her leather-clad leg with affection. “Very good. Let’s show off my prize.”

  Thea tugged on the leather leash and Dillon started to crawl forward. Thea’s nipples hardened under the stiff material of the corset she was wearing. She purposefully walked behind Dillon to watch his ass sway as well as take in the expressions of lust and need women and men cast Dillon’s way. He was a fucking sexy creature; he couldn’t help it. Everyone, including herself wanted to fuck Dillon’s brains out.

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  Dillon took his time crawling along the floor to the stage he had signed out for tonight’s scene. Normally, this kind of thing wouldn’t be a turn-on, but he saw Thea’s cheeks flushed as she snapped the leash into place. Dillon was in no doubt that if he pulled down her leather pants right now, she would be wet and ready for his cock. Unfortunately, a quick fuck wasn’t on the agenda tonight.

  Eating up the stares of dominants and subs alike, Dillon admitted he enjoyed the attention. He was a performer, after all. Just because he wasn’t a porn star anymore didn’t mean he didn’t like the crowd’s attention. While naked. Or even while crawling along the floor of the dungeon. He stopped at the steps of the stage he had signed out for their use and waited for further instructions.

  “Stand up, climb up onto the stage, and stand in the front facing the crowd.” Thea bent over and unclipped the leash. Dillon took the opportunity to leer down her top. Her breasts looked fuckable. Like the rest of her.

  “Yes, Mistress,” Dillon replied, conscious she would be waiting for a verbal answer.

  “Good boy.” She gave him a smack on the ass once he stood up. The sting hardly made it through t
he leather of his boy shorts, but he enjoyed the sound.

  Thea strode onto the stage and checked the equipment they’d use before laying out her tools on a table near the side of the stage.

  “Take off the boy shorts,” she ordered as she came to stand beside him, a rubber paddle in her hand. Dillon sighed. Of course, she’d go for what made the most impact. He had agreed to a spanking, the implement her choice.

  “Yes, Mistress.” Dillon undid the button digging into his erection and carefully unzipped the leather shorts. He didn’t want any cock injuries when he was so close to getting inside his favourite person. The shorts were a tight fit and he had to peel them down his legs before he could kick them off his ankles.

  “Tonight, we have an intensely naughty sub.” Thea’s declaration cracked out over the assembled crowd gathered to watch the Master get his spanking. Thea walked behind him and grabbed onto his ass cheeks with one hand. “What do you think, Doms and Dommes? How much punishment do you think my little subbie can take?”

  There were several shouts made by people from the crowd with wildly diverging ideas on how many smacks Dillon should endure. Thea reached around and grabbed his cock. She stroked him roughly, making his balls tighten. He had to clench his jaw and concentrate hard not to come all over her hands. Fucking cock torture.

  “One hundred with the paddle,” Thea announced to the cheer of the crowd. Thankfully, she let go of his cock. Bending over, she placed a kiss on the head of his dick, sinking her tongue into his slit. Fire raced down his spine, and Dillon clenched his thighs from coming all over Thea’s face. It’s what she wanted. A naughty sub to torture and punish all night. But it was his job to fight it.

  “Over here, sub.” The wicked gleam in Thea’s eyes didn’t help as she led him over to the stocks. He climbed up the stairs to the platform set at the perfect height for Thea’s paddle. One of the dungeon monitors stepped up onto the stage to watch Thea as she pushed Dillon’s neck down into the bottom of the slate.

  Dillon placed each of his forearms on the cushions beside him and put his wrists in the corresponding holes made in the stocks. Thea brought the upper part of the apparatus down, careful not to cause any undue harm.

  “Where are you, sub?” Thea asked as she stroked a hand down Dillon’s cheek.

  “Green, Mistress.” Dillon turned his head and pressed a kiss into her palm hoping she could see the love in his heart. She smiled at him for a second.

  “Good. Let’s see how much punishment this lily-white ass of yours can take.” Her grin turned evil causing his cock to jump. “Oh, my little sub likes the thought of some pain. Good.” Thea walked around to the back of the stocks. Her hands on his ass before she started to slap his skin.

  The tingling sensation she created as she readied his thighs and ass for the paddle was making it even harder to hold onto his orgasm. The slaps became harder, and Dillon groaned as his cock started to ache, his balls burning.

  “That’s it, sub.” Thea used one hand to stroke his cock as she slapped his ass. “Come for your Mistress.” Her teeth sunk into his balls from behind. He shouted and cursed at the same time. Semen burned up his erection and exploded out of the end of his cock. He bucked forward into Thea’s hand as she let go of his balls and stroked every drop out of his cock. The relief was so acute; Dillon sagged against the stock frame.

  “Good boy. Thea praised as she let go of his softening dick. “Where are you?” She asked.

  “Green, Mistress.” Dillon spoke around the lump in his throat. His cock might be softening, but the burn on his ass cheeks was keeping the lust in his gut strong.

  “This is punishment, so I want to hear you count,” she instructed from behind him.

  “Yes, Mistress.” Dillon tensed.

  “Good. Here we go.” It was the only warning Dillon had before the paddle hit one of his ass cheeks.

  “Shit.” He swore before he could get his count out. “One.”

  “Ten more for swearing,” Thea ordered. The paddle came down again. The slap rent the air before his brain registered the sting on his skin. Dillon continued to count as the burn on his ass intensified. In fact, he had been the recipient of numerous spankings in his lifetime, not including the one Thea had given him a couple of months ago with the wooden spoon. As a serious Dom, he always believed in having things done to him before he ever did them to subs, especially when tools other than his hands inflicted the pain.

  How could he possibly know how much his sub could take, if he didn’t know how much he could take?

  This was the first time he had ever been able to enjoy it. With Thea, he had monitored his body’s response and waited to see if Thea was going to have a mental breakdown. Now, all he needed to do was count and enjoy the burn on his skin. His cock came back to life before Thea was even halfway through the paddling.

  His body was enjoying the adrenaline rush being on the receiving end of a good thrashing could provide. Dillon’s mind wandered as his balls started to ache again. The ebb and flow of Thea’s arm coming down mixed with his body’s natural swaying motion was relaxing. This must be what the subs waxed lyrical about when he brought them to subspace. A contentment he had never known stole over his mind, body, and soul. It took him a minute to understand the paddling had stopped.

  “Where are you, Dillon?” Thea’s question came from long way away.

  “Green, Mistress.” He felt as if he were speaking around mouth full of marbles.

  “Good sub.” The paddle hit his ass again and Dillon fought to remember where the count was. “It’s fine, Dillon, just enjoy the last of your punishment,” Thea instructed. Dillon moaned as she grabbed onto his cock again. This time she wasn’t rough with his dick. She took her time stroking him in concert with the paddle strokes. The motion had his body straining against the stocks, his thighs quivering and his balls itching for release again.

  “Yes, fuck, yes,” Dillon shouted doing his best not to thrash against the stocks. Thea finished the spanking.

  “You’ve been naughty while trying to move in the stocks, sub. You could hurt yourself,” Thea chastised. Dillon only moaned in response. “But since you’ve been a good boy…” Thea repositioned her body underneath the stocks and sucked his cock into her mouth.

  A cheer rose up from the people in the crowd as she licked, sucked, and slurped her way around his erection. The lubricated finger she worked into Dillon’s asshole was the final straw. Dillon came down her throat. Pushing his dick farther inside her mouth, wanting her to suck all his cum down. Thea moaned around his softening cock, causing Dillon’s hip to jerk further.

  “Yummy,” Thea declared quietly. She shifted out from underneath Dillon on the stocks and started to unclip the locks. With the aid of one of the dungeon monitors, Dillon stepped down from the stocks and accepted a fuzzy black robe and a bottle of water. Unscrewing the lid, he drank deeply and took stock of the results of Thea’s paddling. He had enjoyed it. His ass was still burning, but it only added to the pleasure of his orgasm earlier. Dillon wasn’t ready to give up his Dom rights yet, especially since Thea packed up her kit bag. But a spanking every once and a while wouldn’t be so bad. And he couldn’t discount the stress relief benefits of subspace.

  “Ready, sub?” She questioned, scrutinising his expression.

  “Where my mistress leads, I follow,” Dillon replied with a salute of his water bottle.

  “That’s twenty for later,” Thea warned him. He stuck his bottom lip out. “Don’t even try it. You’re probably the most unrepentant sub in the entire universe.”

  “I’d be competing for top spot with you,” Dillon retorted as he followed her down the stairs. On the stage next to them, Master Linkin and Master Martin had strung Delaney up like a spider. Her torso was level with the floor, her one arm and one leg attached to the ceiling rigging, while her opposite leg and arm were tethering to bolts in the floor of the stage. Martin already had his cock in her mouth and Linkin looked as if he were about to feed his dick into he
r pussy.

  “Aside from Delaney, of course.” Dillon and Thea watched Master Linkin and Master Martin expertly bring Delaney to a screaming orgasm, before they worked her body all over again.

  “Come, sub. My pussy needs attention.” Thea sounded hoarse.

  “Yes, Mistress,” Dillon replied following her to the rear of The Cage to where the black wrought-iron spiral staircases were. He had a great view of her tight ass encased in leather as he followed her up the stairs. His cock was soft, but that didn’t mean the thought of sinking into her tight anus wasn’t on his long list of things to do tonight.

  Like a good sub, he stayed behind her licking his lips as her hips swayed. They arrived at the door of the privacy room he had signed out for the evening. She punched in the code and pushed open the door and stood aside.

  “After you, sub.” Her smile was feral, and Dillon’s blood kicked up.

  “My pleasure,” he murmured and strode into the private room. He threw the empty water bottle into the nearest trashcan and turned around. Thea closed the door behind her and dropped the kit bag on the floor. Her hands pulled behind her back to the eyelets of her bodice. She started to tug roughly on them as Dillon met her halfway across the room. He dropped to his knees and nuzzled the front of her leathers.

  “Fuck, Dillon. You were so fucking hot out there. You even reached subspace.” The corset fell to the ground, and Dillon reached up to fondle her breasts. She pushed the full orbs into his hands. He loved the marks the boning of the garment made in her skin. He pinched her nipples, and Thea undulated against him in a wave. Her hands dropped to the front of her leathers, and she pushed them down to mid-thigh.

  “You’re all mine now, baby girl.” Dillon let go of her breasts and pulled her down to the ground. She would have fallen without his help, but he laid her down on the cold concrete and latched his mouth onto one of her nipples. She moaned as he thrust two fingers inside of her sheath. She arched against him, screaming his name as she came apart.