by Nelson, P
“Have fun,” Dillon replied.
“You, too.” Gaige grinned. “Hope you can get it up for a little missionary.” Dillon flipped him the finger before walking out of the circular bar area that was set up in the middle of The Cage. Walking around tables, chairs, large cushions, and bean bags, Dillon forced himself to relax as he approached the group of subs who were now chatting excitedly amongst themselves. A quick check revealed none of them wore collars.
“Evening, subs.” Dillon said as he approached the group. A Domme had clamped her sub’s balls and was busy tickling them with a feather. The sub’s face had turned a bright red as he did his best not to shout. Dillon managed to keep his shudder inside and looked back at the girls. They had sunk into a standard slave pose, indicating they were interested in playing with him this evening. “Don’t you all look scrumptious?” There was a smattering of giggles at his comment.
“I’m in the mood for something different tonight.” Dillon looked down at each of the girls. They were doing a good job of staying fairly still, but he was feeding off their excitement. He just hoped that at least one of them would still want to have sex with him even without the BDSM. He was searching for the right words when one of the girls tilted her head up to look at him. Clear grey eyes fringed by impossibly long lashes stared up at him. She was wearing a pink halter top with a matching pink latex skirt. Her pussy was just peeking out from between her legs. Normally, the whole ensemble would put him off, but she reminded him of his first sexual encounter, the incomparable Marissa Donaldson. At sixteen, she had the best rack in his whole class, and she let him come all over her tits. Just thinking about it had his cock tightening up.
“What’s your name, sub?” Dillon asked in a tight voice.
“Hartley, Master Dillon,” she replied, and Dillon wondered if it was cheating on the vanilla sex thing if he had vanilla sex with a sub. There was no way he was going to have sex with a woman outside of the club and risk getting some nasty STD. The Cage had very strict protocols when it came to its members, and each one had to submit to a medical test every month and a new test if they played with members outside the club.
“Stand up, Hartley.” Dillon held out his hand. He watched as she gracefully stood up and faced him. Those beautiful breasts bounced a few times and he saw that she had a fine-looking ass and flared hips. He held his hand out to her, and he led her away to a large bean bag set up on the outer fringes of the bar area. He sat down and got comfortable before opening his arms wide and inviting Hartley to sit in his lap. He could do this. It was just like riding a bike. Hartley sat her rounded ass down between his legs and Dillon felt his shaft harden further. She giggled at the feel of his erection, and he groaned.
“Stop moving, or I’m going to come all over your back,” Dillon warned and Hartley immediately stopped moving. “Good girl,” Dillon praised and could have bit his tongue. Vanilla dammit. Surely, it was still ok to give compliments. “What are you here for tonight, Hartley?” he asked. This was standard; the routine question grounded him.
“I’m here to serve my Master’s needs,” Hartley responded sweetly while leaning back against him. Dillon put his arms around her as they settled further into the beanbag chair.
“And what if this Dom’s needs are extreme or uncomfortable?” Dillon asked the question seriously. He had encountered his fair share of subs who claimed they were ready to be tied down and have melted waxed dripped on them only to run from the room before the first candle was lit. He didn’t think his ego could take a woman running from the room before they got inside if she didn’t even want to have vanilla sex with him.
“I would use my safe word, Master Dillon.” Hartley turned her head. He couldn’t see the expression on her face, but her tone was serious. “I like the power exchange, Master Dillon, in almost all forms. My hard limits are any bodily fluids other than semen and nothing that’s going to leave a permanent mark.”
“Good girl,” Dillon whispered in Hartley’s ear and felt her shiver. The reaction made him stick his tongue out and gently lick around the edge of her ear. She sighed and further relaxed into his embrace. All in all, this was going well. Now to set out his own limits for the evening, his very strict limits.
“Hartley, I’m doing an experiment.” He began, trying to be honest. This was an experiment. He took a deep breath. “I want to have sex without any bondage or other BDSM elements. Are you interested?” He got the words out, but it was difficult. He felt himself break out into the familiar cold sweat he had been experiencing since Holly’s accusations. His heart began beating in a rapid tattoo, and he wondered if he might pass out. Could he still be a Dom if he passed out asking for sex at The Cage?
Turning full around on his lap, Dillon’s cock was still in working order as it strained against the front of his leathers. Hartley stared into his eyes for a full minute, and he wondered what the hell she saw there. Whatever it was, it made her lean forward and plant a soft kiss on his lips. Dillon felt himself shake slightly as he pressed his mouth back into her soft lips. They were perfect, and he wanted to lose himself kissing her, but she pulled back.
“Yes, Master Dillon. I will have a straight-up vanilla fuck with you.” She smiled at her own mischievousness.
“Brat. You know I can’t give you a spanking for swearing if we’re not under a BDSM contract.” Master Dillon grinned at her. She leaned forward and pressed her breasts against his chest. Dillon wanted to rub his body all over them.
“I will take whatever my Master gives me.” Hartley murmured before placing her mouth on his again. This time, Dillon took over the kiss, thrusting his tongue inside of her mouth to explore her sweet tastes. Hartley groaned and threw her arms around his shoulders, pressing her body further into his. If Dillon were not careful, his first vanilla fuck would be on a beanbag in the middle of The Cage. Hardly the most salacious thing he had ever done in public here, but he wanted privacy. He pulled his head back and ended the kiss.
“We will play by the same rules as always in The Cage. Use your safe word if I do something you don’t like. We will use the traffic light system. Red for stop, yellow for slow down, and green for continue,” Dillon instructed.
“Yes, Master Dillon.” She grinned at him. Dillon kissed her hard on the mouth.
“Let’s go find us a privacy room,” Dillon said as he helped Hartley to her feet. He felt elated. This beautiful sub wanted to have sex with him and not be tied up and spanked. Maybe he was more than just his performing persona. Standing in front of her, he rubbed his hands up and down her arms a few times and leaned in to taste her lips again.
“Privacy room four is open,” Calla’s cheery voice sounded from beside Dillon. He looked at her with a scowl having been robbed of kissing Hartley. Calla looked as if she were a proud momma sending her son off to the first day of school. “You can head up there.” She added after Dillon said nothing. She was wearing a black tank top that said DM on the front. She must be one of the dungeon monitors for the evening.
“Thank you, Calla.” Dillon finally murmured at her, and Calla beamed back.
“Have a good evening,” she encouraged before walking away and disappearing into the Wednesday night crowd.
“I like her; she’s really nice,” Hartley commented from beside Dillon, and he looked down at her.
“Yeah, she’s all right,” Dillon replied. It felt weird to have a conversation with one of the subs that did not involve speaking about the scene. It was like they were on a date or something. “Let’s go.” He grabbed her hand and felt the warmth of her fingers in his own. The smile she gave him made his heart beat a little faster, and he was excited to get her naked and under him or over him for that matter. He was going to pay special attention to those beautiful breasts.
They walked hand in hand to the back of The Cage. Even though it wasn’t common for couples to hold hands, everyone was much more interested in the scenes taking place on the stages set up on the outer walls of The Cage. Dillon indicated Hart
ley should precede him up one of the winding black staircase set at the back of the warehouse. He watched her fantastic ass jiggle as she took each step up the stairs. On impulse, he leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on the lower part of one of her ass cheeks that was hanging out of her pink latex skirt. She giggled in response, and the sound went straight to his aching shaft.
All the privacy rooms of The Cage were on the second floor. Dillon didn’t have a personal room. He guided Hartley to the left and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. The weight of her body walking next to his was comforting as they went past the first three doors to the open room. Dillon turned the handle on the door, and it glided open, the lights flickering to life as Hartley stepped through. Dillon consumed the picture she made in the fully stocked privacy room. A large bed with red satin sheets stood in the middle. Dillon knew from experience there were clasps and hooks all over the frame suitable for restraining a sub. The requisite spanking bench stood in the corner along with a St Andrew’s cross. A few other pieces of furniture specially made for BDSM lined the walls ready to be used.
For an instant, Dillon wished he were here with Hartley to squeeze all her pleasure from her with a little pain. But he was here to have sweet sex with her. She turned and stood in the middle of the room with one hand on her jutted-out hip.
“You going to join me, Master Dillon?” Hartley blinked a few times, and Dillon’s heart rate sped up. This woman was sex on a stick, and he was going to make sure she enjoyed every minute of their being together whether she was trussed up or not. Walking into the room, he let the door shut behind him. Stepping up in front of Hartley, he brushed her hair away from her face. Using his thumbs, he stroked her cheekbones a couple of times.
“I hope you’re ready for this, Hartley.” Dillon leaned down and kissed her again, feeling her lips mould to his own, he pressed the full length of his body to hers. Her hips cradled his erection, and he groaned in pleasure. Thrusting his leather-clad erection back and forth against her softness, he sensed her breath hitch. Wrapping his arms around her, Dillon felt her hands resting on his shoulders lightly, before he slanted his head and deepened the kiss.
Hartley’s fingers dug into his shoulders as she pressed her body even harder into his own. The embrace turned carnal as he pressed the heels of his hands down Hartley’s lower back until he found the lush curves of her ass. Pulling up the pink latex to expose her cheeks to his roving hands, he dug his hands into her sweet flesh. Hartley let out a low moan and thrust her hips against his hard cock. Dillon broke the kiss and looked down at Hartley. A light flush had spread across her face as her breath came in short pants.
Moving away from her, Dillon grabbed the hemline of her halter-top and pulled it over her head. He threw it to the ground wishing he could have used it to bind her wrists behind her back. Next time, he promised himself as he stared at her stunning, full, rounded tits. Her sweet pink nipples were already growing taut under his massaging, and Dillon felt a surge of joy infuse his body. They were all his for the night. Gently pushing Hartley towards the end of the big four-poster bed, he watched as her fully rounded breasts bounced with each step. She sat down heavily on the end of the bed, and Dillon allowed a low groan to escape his mouth as they bounced even more.
“These are fucking amazing, Hartley.” Dillon looked into her eyes and saw raw lust there as he fell to his knees. “I’m going to worship them like they deserve,” he said reverently as he cupped each one in his hands. They were well over a handful, and Dillon felt greedy as he kneaded the flesh in his fingers. Hartley thrust her chest out, forcing more of her flesh into his covetous hands. Not wanting to wait a second longer, Dillon set his mouth on one of her pouty nipples and relished in the cry of pleasure it elicited from Hartley. Using his tongue, he circled the swollen bud before sucking hard.
“Oh God yes, please don’t stop.” Her hard breaths punctuated Hartley’s words as she put her hands out behind her on the bed to steady herself. Her legs naturally spread open and Dillon looked down to see her pink pussy on display for him. The sight made him redouble his efforts on her breast as he used his teeth to nip at the sensitive bud. Hartley moaned in delight as the sharp feeling of pain. In the back of his head, Dillon decided that using a little teeth was perfectly vanilla. He wasn’t using clamps, after all. Releasing the nipple with a loud pop, he licked it with his whole tongue before moving to its twin and lavishing the same attention on it.
Hartley continued to squirm under him, her responses were so natural and encouraging it had the blood pumping in Dillon’s head. His cock was beating to the same rhythm as his heart, and sweat beaded on his forehead. She tasted like sunshine and fucking rainbows, and Dillon wanted more. He wanted to taste her core on his tongue and have her come all over his face. He let go of her nipple and glanced up at Hartley. Her hair was wild over her face and her hands clenched the bedsheets. The look in her eyes promised sweet pleasure.
“Lie back on the bed, Hartley, I’m going to taste this pretty pussy of yours and eat my fill,” Dillon’s voice rasped out. He was still in control of this session even though they were not going to indulge in any extreme practices. Dillon realised that he need not have worried about the loss of control during vanilla sex. This was just how he did it. The realisation brought a smile to his face as Hartley leaned back.
“Put your heels on the end of the bed and open your legs wider for me, Hartley.” Dillon instructed as he helped to guide her feet into position. From this angle, he could see her already wet folds and the rosebud of her anus. He wanted to plug that pretty little star and eventually watch her writhe on the end of his cock. Not tonight though. “Perfect, Hartley. You’re going to be delicious.”
He didn’t hesitate or go in slowly. Instead, he used his thumbs to open her fully to his gaze and opened his mouth as wide as he could before pressing his face into her pussy. Hartley bucked at the contact and that only made Dillon groan in appreciation as he slurped and sucked at her pussy. She was sweet and tangy. The perfect mix of dirty and delightful. Hartley was groaning and moaning above him on the bed, urging him not to stop.
Using his tongue, he flirted with her clit, and he felt the tension rise in her in body. Dillon pulled away and blew on the sensitive nubbin of flesh as he heard Hartley’s sigh of disappointment. Maybe he couldn’t take the sadist out of him because he wanted to make sure Hartley had the best orgasm of her life. For that, she needed a little disappointment mixed in with her pleasure.
“You tease,” she ground out, and Dillon smiled up at her.
“We may be going vanilla tonight, Hartley, but just because I’m not using any clamps or whips doesn’t mean I can’t torture you,” he assured her before focusing again on her pussy. She groaned in response, and he heard her head flop back down on the bed.
Dillon licked two of his fingers and inserted one into Hartley’s channel. He heard her moan at the same time her muscles began contracting around his digit. Encouraged by her response, Dillon inserted the second finger and was rewarded when Hartley began to thrust down onto his hand.
“That’s right, beautiful, fuck my fingers,” Dillon crooned as he watched her body suck his fingers in and out. “I’m going to give you a little help.” At the same time, he leaned forward and sucked her clit into his mouth, Dillon curled his fingers inside of her. He must have hit her sweet spot because she gasped in a breath and held it for a minute before letting out all the air in her lungs in a low moan. The muscles in her channel began milking his fingers as she bucked under his face. All he could think about was how good she was going to feel squeezing the come from his cock.
Once she had finished writhing on his fingers, he lifted his mouth and looked down her body. Her sweat-dampened hair was spread out on the sheets of the bed, and Hartley’s face was flushed. Her gorgeous breasts were quivering, and all he could think about was burying his cock deep enough inside of her but still nuzzle those glorious tits.
“I’m going to fuck you, Hartley.” Dillon sto
od up and immediately went to work on his boots. “If you don’t want my cock rammed up that pretty pink pussy of yours, you had better say your safe word.” He pulled one and then the other boot off before quickly shucking his leather pants. He held his cock in his hand and pumped up and down a few times. Hartley licked her lips as she watched him.
“Green, Master Dillon. I’m so green,” she replied and Dillon used his strength to push her farther up the mattress. He spread her legs out wide and lifted her ass up with both hands so that her entrance was poised at the end of his cock. He watched as a pearl of precome formed on the end. With delight, he followed the pearly liquid as it dripped from the head of his cock onto the entrance of her pussy. He was hard and hornier than hell, and he hadn’t even used a single measly nipple clamp on her.
“Play with those big, beautiful breasts while I fuck you, Hartley.” Dillon commanded as he shifted to get a better position. Hartley lifted her hands from the mattress and used them both to buttress her breasts away from her body. With a wicked grin, she pulled one of them up her body and craned her neck lower. Flicking her pink tongue out, she licked her own nipple.
“Again, fuck, you’re perfect.” Dillon’s heart nearly stopped as he watched Hartley suck and lick her own nipple before moving on to the other one. As soon as her lips closed around her taut flesh, Dillon thrust forward. Hartley panted as she took all his hard length at once. Dillon felt immeasurable pleasure as her warm silken folds surrounded and squeezed his cock.
“More, Master, you feel so good.” Hartley moaned out as she massaged her breasts and moved her fingers to play with her nipples. Dillon surged out and pushed back into Hartley making her back arch. He continued his languorous thrusts until she was writhing on the bed underneath him. Droplets of sweat trickled down his back, and his chest was slick. Hartley’s body tightened with urgency and Dillon moved one of his hands from her ass and positioned his fingers on top of her pussy. He rubbed back and forth vigorously until Hartley ground down on his cock and all her internal walls spasmed. She howled as her orgasm ripped through her, and Dillon picked up his pace.