by Nelson, P
The combination of her walls squeezing his erection and the friction of his cock moving in and out of her had the base of his spine tingling. He tried to keep an even pace but failed as his balls tightened to the point of pain, and he had no choice but to let go. With a shout and an abrupt shove forward, he felt his semen rise up his cock and shoot into her perfect pussy. He ground down on her clit and felt her push back against him, wanting every single sensation he could give her.
Dillon’s body stayed rigid for a full minute as he gloried in the body of the beautiful woman underneath him. He had pleasured her and himself without all the trappings of Master Dillon. In that moment, Dillon felt as powerful and as in control as he ever had while practicing as a Dom, another revelation for the evening, and he had Calla to thank. Pushing thoughts of his shrink out of his head, he collapsed down onto his forearms and relished the feel of Hartley’s breasts pressed into his sweat-soaked skin. He nipped at her neck.
“You’re amazing, Master Dillon.” Hartley grinned up at him.
“I’m only as good as my partner.” He pushed his semi-erect cock into her slopping wet folds. He could feel his semen coming out of her, dripping on the sheets of the bed. “I hope you’re up for round two.” He circled her ear with his tongue.
“Yes, Master, but I want a taste of you this time.” Hartley shifted underneath Dillon.
“Let me clean you up first.” Dillon said as he sat up and watched his cock come free of her pussy. He nearly groaned at the cold feel of the air on his wet skin.
“What would be the fun in that?” Hartley asked with a mischievous half grin and pushed him until he fell back on the bed sheets. His knees splayed wide and his half-erect penis was trying to make a gallant effort at getting hard. “I want to know what we taste like together,” she announced before getting up on her knees and looking down at Dillon’s dick as if it were her favourite meal. “I think I like this whole vanilla thing for a change.” She dipped her hands between Dillon’s thighs with one hand cupping his balls and the other gripping his cock. “As long as I get loads of sprinkles.” She dipped her head and put the whole of Dillon’s cock into her mouth in one go.
“Fuck, Hartley.” Dillon bucked his hips up and did his best to stay still as Hartley rolled his balls in her hand and pinched the sensitive skin. It felt so good that he could feel himself hardening again quickly. He wrapped a hand in her hair as he looked down his body to watch her lick, suck, and do her best to deep throat his entire cock. “That feels so good, Hartley. You like how we taste together?” he asked.
Hartley lifted her gaze to his for a minute before the hand she had wrapped around his balls disappeared underneath her only to come back glistening. She released his erection from her mouth and pumped his cock a few times until precome wet the surface. Taking her glistening fingers, she rubbed them over the sensitive head in his semen. Never taking her eyes off him, Hartley tilted forward and her little, clever pink tongue came out and tasted both the cream from her pussy and his come. Dillon almost exploded all over her face the scene was so hot. He felt his spine tingle and had to breath in and out a few times to control himself.
“Yummy, Master Dillon,” she exclaimed before she went back to torturing his cock. Dillon blew out a breath and let his head and upper shoulders fall back on the sheets. Hartley was one of the hottest subs he had been with in a long time. He wondered where she had been hiding and when they could do an actual scene together. Dillon wanted to ask her if she would mind letting him take her ass in front of the whole dungeon floor. For the first time in months the thought of doing a scene on the dungeon floor didn’t fill him with dread. Pulling his attention back to the amazing blowjob he was receiving, he knew that if he didn’t end it now, he would end up filling her mouth up with come. He had a much better idea.
Pulling his cock out of Hartley’s hungry lips, he stared down at her disappointed face. “Ride my cock, Hartley. I want to see those beautiful breasts bouncing up and down while you ride the fuck out of me.”
“Yes, Master.” Dillon grinned as she went on all fours and slowly moved up Dillon’s body. He could feel her hard nipples scraping against his lower belly and his chest before she straddled his thighs. “You want a little taste first?” she asked as she leaned up further and dangled one nipple and then the other over his face.
Using both his hands, he captured her breasts and kneaded them before sucking one of her nipples into his mouth. He rolled the nipple around and felt Hartley buck against him. Dillon switched to the other nipple as he felt Hartley’s hand moved between them to grab onto his pulsating erection and place it at her entrance. He sucked harder as he felt her warm pussy clasp his cock as she slid down on him. Moaning around his mouthful of her breast, his hands continued to knead the mounds.
“You’re so deep, Master Dillon,” Hartley exclaimed as she lifted herself up experimentally and let herself fall back down his shaft. “You feel so good,” she said as he continued to ride him in a leisurely fashion, grinding her clit down on his body every time she made contact.
Her measured strokes became wild and Dillon couldn’t continue torturing her breasts. He let go of them and watched as Hartley threw her shoulders back and continued to ride him. Snaking a hand to her pussy, he parted her lips further and rubbed two fingers on her clit. It was all the stimulation she needed as Hartley paused above him and screamed at the ceiling. Her thighs clenched mimicking the feeling of her channel strangling his cock. Dillon removed his hand from her clit and dug his heels into the bed and began pumping up into her at a furious pace.
Hartley had no time to recover from her orgasm; instead, she had to ride out Dillon’s thrusts as he fucked into her pussy with strength and precision. It didn’t take long before she was riding him again, meeting his thrusts with her own. Dillon had become just as wild as Hartley as he watched the stormy-haired nymph above him taking his cock and half shouting with every lunge into her soft, wet body.
“Play with your clit, Hartley. I want to feel you come around my cock as I fill you up with my come again.” Dillon’s voice was hoarse from breathing so hard. His balls were so tight they hurt, and his shaft was straining to keep his orgasm at bay. The only thing holding in his semen was the thought of her cream all over his cock again as she released her orgasm. Hartley was a good little sub at heart, and she pressed her finger to her clit. It only took a couple of swipes before her pussy clenched down on Dillon’s cock.
He shouted and bucked underneath her as his semen erupted into her soft body and her muscles clenched hard enough around his erection to make it almost uncomfortable. He held her suspended over the bed with his cock rammed as far as it could go up her pussy before finally relaxing his muscles and letting her collapse on top of him. They were both breathing hard as he stroked her back. Threading his fingers through her damp hair he pulled it away from her face and kissed the top of her head.
Hartley felt good wrapped around his body as he came down from his explosive orgasm. Dillon listened as her breaths evened out, and she relaxed further into his embrace. Smiling up at the ceiling, Dillon was proud of himself. Not only had he made vanilla sex explosive, he felt good afterwards. The slick mess between them began to cool and he wanted to get Hartley into the shower before she felt too cold, but he was happy to hold her for a little while longer. Turning his head, he looked into the ornate bathroom and scoped out the glass walk-in shower. He had plans for the removable showerhead and the rest of this evening. Hartley had turned out to be better than good at this vanilla thing, and he still wanted to play.
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“You don’t have to say anything, I can tell by the grin on your face that things went well the other night.” Calla commented in a crisp tone as she came in with a tray holding two coffees and a bag that Dillon knew had doughnuts inside.
“Stop bringing me pastry,” he grumbled as he took the tray and bag from her hands and immediately looked inside, maple cream, his fucking kryptonite. “Do you know how hard it is t
o maintain this six-pack not to mention these hip nodules you ladies enjoy licking so much?”
“I have never, ever had a six-pack let alone those hip things we ladies find irresistible, so my answer has to be no.” Calla sat down in her usual place on one of his couches and took out a notebook and pen. “From the way Hartley was swaying as you helped her down the stairs from the privacy room and the stars in her eyes as you said goodnight, I assume everything went well.”
Dillon searched for the right words to explain how Hartley had completely rocked his world without a single spanking or nipple clamp in sight. “Hartley is a great sub” was all he could manage as he handed Calla one of the cups and took the other for himself.
“Hartley is an amazing sub and is definitely worthy of your attentions whether you tied her up or not,” Calla said before she took a sip of her coffee. Dillon took out the maple cream and bit into it, a slice of heaven. He let the cream coat his mouth before swallowing. “Geez, Dillon. Just eat the damn thing, you don’t have to have oral sex with it,” Calla rebuked as she pretended to fan herself with her notepad. Dillon responded by sticking his tongue out at her. “Mature,” she laughed as she reached for the bag and the remaining doughnut.
Leaning back in his chair after polishing the doughnut off, he took a long drink of his coffee. Calla was the best shrink/sub ever. She knew exactly how he liked his coffee and how to cheer him up. Too bad he didn’t have deeper feelings for her. Not that she would welcome that kind of attention. She was still in love with her former Master.
“The sex was better than I thought it would be,” Dillon started and winced at how that sounded when he said it aloud. “What I mean to say is, Hartley was amazing, I’d totally do a BDSM scene with her. It’s just when you suggested the vanilla sex, well, I thought it would be boring.”
“And it wasn’t boring.” Calla nodded for Dillon to continue as she scribbled notes on her pad. Resting his head on the back of the couch, he looked out one of the windows of his loft. He could see the light blue sky between the buildings on the opposite side of the street.
“The sex was really satisfying.” Dillon trudged on knowing what she really wanted to hear but not having the balls to say it straight out. “It was nice to fuck someone as me without the whole expectation that subs get when they think of Master Dillon.” There, he got it out.
“Do you think the experience has changed you?” Calla asked as she set her notebook aside. Dillon felt her eyes on him. She might be a shrink, but she was also a sub. She wanted to be told that she had done well.
“I actually want to scene again. When I was with Hartley, there were times when I thought about tying her up or taking her ass and I didn’t get the cold sweats.” Dillon wanted to be with Hartley again to prove he still had his Dom side.
Calla shifted on the couch, and Dillon looked at her. She was frowning. “I’m glad you can start thinking about BDSM in a positive way again, but I don’t think you should rush into anything,” Calla warned. “The fact is that one night of vanilla sex is not going to complete your therapy. You still need to get through the rest of the steps I’ve planned for you as well as some additional exercises.” She glanced at the stack of growing scripts and offers from his agent on the coffee table. “Have you narrowed your choice down?”
“No, I’m still going through them all,” Dillon sighed. He hadn’t been interested in any of the scenes sent to him.
“When was the last time you updated your blog?” Calla asked, and Dillon felt his stomach drop out.
“I need to be inspired if I’m going to update it. At the moment, I don’t feel like I have anything to write about,” Dillon answered honestly. “Besides how long are you going to make me have vanilla sex?” he asked as a way to deflect her questions.
Frowning at him. “I’m not making you have any sex, Dillon,” Calla reminded him. “And I know you’re deflecting.”
“There’s no way the followers of Cunts, Cunnilingus, and Cronuts are going to want to hear about my amazing vanilla sex experience,” Dillon grumbled and took another drink of his coffee.
“You’re assuming what they want based on what?” Calla asked as she set her own coffee down.
“On what I want to read about.” Dillon shrugged and tried to come up with a better answer.
“But you just said the vanilla sex you had last night was satisfying,” Calla pointed out.
“Yeah, but people expect things from Master Dillon’s blog.” Dillon felt himself getting defensive and angry. This was not the person he wanted to be.
“Scrolling through the comments on you blog, Dillon, I found that most people just want to hear from you and know you’re ok.” Calla’s voice was soft, and Dillon looked back at her. “You’re a person. This whole thing about separating Master Dillon is a defence mechanism you’ve developed to keep yourself from being hurt, but the fact of the matter is you’re Master Dillon and just plain old Dillon. People want to hear from you.”
“Maybe,” Dillon allowed.
“Not maybe, you have a fan base out there that wants to know their friendly Dom is all right,” Calla continued.
“What if I’m not all right?” Dillon pressed the back of his head into the couch and squeezed his eyes shut.
“That’s kind of the point,” Calla replied and Dillon opened his eyes to stare at her. “You’re not ok, and they know that.” Calla picked up her notepad and pen. “You need to reconnect with your audience, even if it’s just one line. Something to get you back into a headspace where you feel comfortable.” She picked up her leather briefcase and put her things away. “And I’m not going to encourage you to have vanilla sex forever. In fact, I think your experience with Hartley proved my point. Sex is supposed to feel good for both partners regardless of how you get to the outcome as long as it’s safe, sane, and consensual.”
“Lesson learned.” Dillon gave her a mock salute.
“I want you to scene with a sub in a private setting. It doesn’t have to be anything hard-core. Perhaps something that made you get into the lifestyle in the first place.” Calla stood up and reached for her long winter jacket. She shrugged into the sleeves.
“Does it have to be at the club?” Dillon asked, standing up looking at his private array of BDSM furniture that had been gathering dust. Unfortunately, he wasn’t sure if he was ready to scene here in the privacy of his loft yet. Anxiety began to form in the pit of his stomach at the thought of having a sub play here in his personal space and then accuse him of abusing her.
“No, I think you should use one of the private rooms at The Cage.” Calla’s voice interrupted his wildly careening thoughts. “That way if you have any problems you’re in a safe place surrounded by friends who want to help you.” Calla finished tying the belt of her coat and stared up at him. “This is a process, not a race, Dillon. Sometimes you’re going to feel you have everything under control, and other times, you’re going to feel like you haven’t made any progress at all. You need to trust me.”
“I do trust you,” Dillon said the words and hugged Calla. The bulky weight of the coat around her made her extra squishy, and Dillon gave her a light squeeze. He did trust her; otherwise, she wouldn’t be here. He let go of her and stepped back. “I’ll get a scene together.”
“Good. You don’t have to go into any details about it, I just want to know that you did it and how you felt about it.” Calla reached out and squeezed his arm. “I have to get back to the office. See you at The Cage.”
“Yeah, I’ll be around,” Dillon replied as he watched her disappear through his door. He thought about everything they had said. He did feel good after having sex with Hartley. Dillon thought about setting up a scene and shied away from it. He wasn’t ready to face doing that yet.
Wandering over to where his laptop sat on his kitchen table, he picked it up and went back to the couch. Opening the lid, he took a deep breath to brace his nerves and typed in his password. Opening the link to his blog, he steeled himself to see all t
he negative comments that Holly’s false accusations had created. Calla was right; he needed to face this to get on with his life.
He slowly scrolled through, and a feeling of relief went through him. There were negative comments calling him every name under the sun, but there were more comments from fans sending their support. Ignoring the assholes and focusing on his fans, Dillon realised that Calla was right. People wanted to make sure he was ok.
The phone next to him beeped just as he was about to open a new window and start a new blog. Glancing at the screen, he saw it was another text from Holly. The third she’d sent today. He didn’t let the blinding anger and frustration win this time. Calmly, he ignored the text and went back to creating a new blog post. He was tired of living in the shadows for something he didn’t do.
Part II
“I haven’t seen you around much lately.” The voice of one of his best friends sounded next to Dillon. Flynn cautiously came into his line of vision.
“Plenty of things to be getting on with,” Dillon replied and kept his eyes on the ladies’ changing room door that led onto the dungeon floor of The Cage. In fact, Dillon hadn’t been back to The Cage in almost a week. It had taken him that long to put a scene together with a sub and work out everything so he was comfortable enough to play with her.
“I read your blog,” Flynn commented. This news had Dillon looking up at his friend. Flynn looked as if he had aged during the past several months. Ever since he had publicly uncollared Calla and given her to Dillon, Flynn hadn’t been the same. Every time either Dillon or Gaige had tried to question him about it, he deflected. The whole situation had put Dillon in a hard spot. Flynn was one of his oldest friends, but Calla was a great woman, and he didn’t like the way his friend had treated her. It made for some tense moments between the two of them.