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  Our First Dance

  P. Nelson

  Copyright 2017 by P. Nelson

  All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any way whatsoever without written permission of the publisher except for brief quotations used in a book review.

  All characters appearing in this work are fictitious.

  Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  First Printing, 2017

  Our First Dance was to be our last, yet the feel of your embrace is eternal

  Part I

  “Miss Jones, please step this way; Mr Banroch is available to see you now.” An older receptionist with iron-grey hair and an impersonal smile opened a door.

  “Thank you.” Calla gave the woman a smile and squared her shoulders as she went through the door to a well-appointed office. A tall man stood in front of his desk assessing her from the top of her head to the toes of her nude high heels. His blue eyes were sharp, and they made the skin underneath her clothes tingle in awareness. The man pushed away from the desk and Calla’s heart began to thump in an irregular rhythm as she watched him stalk her across the room. A foot away from her, the man stopped, his eyes still appraising as he held out his hand.

  “Miss Jones, as you’re aware, I’m Flynn Banroch.” His voice was deep, and it sent a shiver down Calla’s spine, settling in her pussy. “Since we’ll be discussing such intimate topics in this interview, perhaps it would be better to use our first names? You may call me Flynn.”

  Calla blinked a few times and forced her arm to move. Her hand was shaking slightly as Flynn grasped her flesh in his firm, warm hand. She felt calluses on the pads of his fingers and knew this was a man who did not spend all his time behind a desk. Clearing her throat, Calla took control of their meeting back into her sphere as she smiled up at Flynn and let go of his hand.

  “A wonderful idea, please call me Calla.” Looking into his eyes made her insides melt, and it took every ounce of will power and years gained as a psychologist not to break away from the contact. Sometimes her patients came to her with problems she would rather walk away from, but she had to remain professional. This was no different. Flynn Banroch wasn’t interviewing her to be his sub; after all, he needed a shrink.

  “Come and sit, it’s a little less formal if we use the sitting area.” Flynn waved his hand to where two leather couches sat opposite one another in front of floor to ceiling windows. The sight was probably one of the best in Vancouver. He had an unimpeded view of the harbour with the north shore mountains as a backdrop.

  Calla walked over and sat on one of the couches and set her leather briefcase down in front of her. “Would you care for a coffee? Some water?” Flynn asked as he unbuttoned his suit jacket and sat down opposite her.

  “Water is fine.” Calla replied and used it as an excuse to watch Flynn use his large graceful hands to pour water from a cold, silver carafe into a crystal glass. For a moment, she wondered what it would feel like to have Flynn run his hands over her skin, use his blunt fingers to tease her nipples.

  “Calla?” Flynn’s voice questioned as he held out the glass. She could feel a light blush forming on her cheeks, and she quickly grabbed the crystal glass, barely managing to keep the liquid inside.

  “I apologise, I was just admiring your lovely view.” She tried to cover her daydreaming with a lie. Flynn only grunted in response and sat back on the leather couch, a predator comfortable in his surroundings.

  “Normally, I don’t conduct club business here at my office”, Flynn began in his deep voice. “However, Gordon Lovett is an old friend of mine, and he recommended you to me. How long have you been in the lifestyle?”

  Flynn wasn’t going to make small talk Calla realised, and she gathered her thoughts. “I started going to The Feather Flogger about a year ago. I was curious about Dom/sub relationships after one of my patients came to me who was in the lifestyle.” Calla shrugged as she watched Flynn’s face for any sign of what he might be feeling or thinking, but the man was as stoic as granite. “I knew that if I wanted to treat her properly, I had to understand what BDSM was all about.”

  “Admirable.” Flynn let the word roll off his tongue, and it sent further pulses of awareness over Calla’s body. Did he do this to every woman he encountered or just her? Calla suspected the latter even though this man was having more effect on her than her two previous play partners. “And what did you find at The Feather Flogger? I know that Gordon runs a good club despite its being open to the public.”

  “If Dominants like Master Gordon didn’t run good clubs, then people interested in the lifestyle could be put in danger,” Calla admonished automatically. She wanted to take the words back as Flynn frowned at her.

  “I applaud your views, Calla. Never be afraid to speak your mind with me,” Flynn spoke in a reassuring tone. “There will be times when we butt heads or we might disagree with one of your assessments, but that’s the reason why I’m hiring an in-house shrink to evaluate all the new members.”

  The BDSM community in Vancouver was small, and there had been a lot of talk about what happened at The Cage, the exclusive BDSM club Flynn owned and ran. “I’m familiar with some of the details of your recent problems.”

  Flynn’s face immediately turned into a scowl. “It’s hard enough to stay under the radar of the vanilla world, let alone trying to keep a good reputation in the lifestyle. I have worked damn hard to keep the club in good standing with the community, while maintaining a certain amount of distance as the CEO of Banroch Industries. Media coverage is a bane to those in the lifestyle. As you know, anonymity is sacrosanct.” He looked at her for a minute before continuing. “What’s your professional analysis of the situation?”

  Watching as Calla flicked her tongue out to moisten her lips, Flynn held his breath for a second and thought of how it would feel gliding up his hard shaft. From the moment this woman walked into the room, Flynn’s instincts had told him to strip all the clothes off her and fuck her into submission. Right now, his cock was hard and aching in a way it hadn’t for a very long time.

  “Unfortunately, I don’t know the two parties involved in the incident. I’ve only seen the interviews Miss Go Lightly made to the media regarding her relationship with Mr Dillon and the practices of The Cage. Unless I met with them, I could only guess at what I felt from a third-person perspective that media coverage skewed and showed biases against those in the lifestyle”, Calla finished and Flynn was only half listening to the words she spoke. Her voice was low and husky. The sound made his balls tighten and the feeling of his boxers’ fabric against his aroused flesh had him fighting to control his movements.

  “What is your third-party analysis?” Flynn could listen to her speak all afternoon.

  “I know from The Cage’s reputation that you would never allow the kinds of abuse she’s claiming. Whether that means the rest of her story is false is up for discussion.” Calla reached for her water glass, and Flynn watched as her throat worked to swallow. He wanted his cock wedged firmly between those plump lips and her throat working to drink his come down. Less than ten minutes in this woman’s presence and Flynn was fighting for control over his baser, Dom instincts.

  “You’re right, everything in The Cage’s operating manual points to the sub’s well-being. I’ve also had the whole place wired with video monitors since the day I opened the doors. Everything from the privacy rooms to the storage areas has complete coverage. In addition, we have a crew of dungeon monitors who walk the floor. It’s not possible that Miss Go Lightly or to use her real name Miss Moretz was forced to participate in scenes without her consent”, Flynn finished his explanation before adding, “You never answered me before. What did you find at The Feathe
red Flogger?” He dearly wanted to know this question. It would reveal the kind of sub she was, how she thought, what her needs and her fantasies might be. At this point, Flynn was willing to do just about anything to see to her needs.

  “I found myself.” Calla answered simply. Flynn knew she was worried about her answer because she was making an effort to keep eye contact with him even when she wanted to cast her eyes to the floor in submission. She was struggling with her nature to get through the interview with him, and Flynn was feeding off her struggle. Just this small show was making him hunger for more. Coming to a decision, Flynn leaned forward on the couch, taking in everything about Calla. His next move was a risk, but one he was willing to take with the blond beauty.

  “The CV you sent more than qualifies you for the position as the club’s official shrink.” Flynn watched excitement fill Calla’s eyes, and he knew he had her interested. “However, I also think it’s important for you to get a feeling for the club. The only way I think of making this happen is for you to complete a thirty-day training program with one of our senior Dominants.”

  Calla’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t think that’s possible.” Calla’s voice was hard.

  “Do you have a Dom?” He had been waiting to ask this question since she walked in. Even though no Dom worth his leathers would let his sub apply for a part-time shrink gig at a club where he was not a member.

  “No, I don’t have a Dom.” Calla said slowly, as if choosing her words carefully. “I just think that since I’ll be working at The Cage in a professional capacity, I should probably…”, her voice trailed off as if she realised what she was saying didn’t make much sense.

  “You’ll be working at the club in a professional sense, but as an employee, you’ll also have full access to the facilities.” Flynn let his mouth turn up into a smile. “Employees and patrons are a part of The Cage’s community, and I want you to have the whole experience before you start your official duties.”

  “What do you suggest?” Calla asked as she rubbed her hands against her thighs. The tight pencil skirt gave away all her curves, and Flynn wanted to peel it back until he found his prize.

  “The best way for you to get to know the inner workings of the club is to come in as a sub”, Flynn explained in the voice he would normally reserve for employees at Banroch Industries, utterly professional and devoid of any hint of emotion. “You and I will sign a standard thirty-day training contract where you will submit to me over the next month, inside and outside of the club. If after thirty days, you like what you see at the club, the position is yours.”

  “Will we have sex?” Calla’s voice sounded breathless, and Flynn’s cock twitched at the sound.

  “Yes, unless sex is one of your hard limits.” Flynn felt his heart speed up as he thought of spreading those creamy white thighs apart. “This will be like any other relationship you have had with previous Doms.” Except I’m going to rock her world so hard she’s never going to look at another Dom.

  “I’ve only ever done scenes with Doms. I’ve never been in a contract that lasted longer than the scene,” Calla admitted.

  “Perfect, this will give you a chance to understand how the Dom/sub relationship works.” Flynn felt her resolve crumbling, and the caveman inside of him beat his chest.

  “Only for thirty days?” Calla questioned.

  “The training contract is for thirty days unless either party finds the relationship can no longer continue. In which case, a new Dom can be found for you.” Flynn dismissed this idea entirely. Normally, his best friend Gaige would take on the training subs, but the thought of even Gaige’s hands on her made him violent.

  “I accept.” Calla said the words on a breath, and suddenly Flynn had no blood left in his brain to think.

  “Good, I’ll send a standard contract and a list of hard and soft limits to you.” Flynn stood up. “There are also a bunch of medical examinations you’ll need before you can actually play at the club. We take our members health and safety very seriously. I expect you to have everything done by Friday.”

  “I look forward to seeing you.” Calla held out her hand, and Flynn took it in a firm grip.

  “Until then.” Flynn let go of her hand and watched as she walked out of his office. It was only Monday; it would be a long week thinking about his new, sexy training sub.

  &

  Calla took in the elegant changing room for women at The Cage. It was a far cry from the cramped space set aside at The Feather Flogger. Calla eyed the chandeliers dripping from the ceiling and the fresh flower arrangements sitting on discreet tables. Setting her bag on the bench in front of her assigned locker, Calla took a deep breath and pretended this was any of the other times she had played in a dungeon.

  Except this wasn’t the dungeon at The Feather Flogger, this was The Cage the most exclusive BDSM club in Vancouver, and she had signed on to be the owner’s sub for the next thirty days. In all her wildest imaginings, Calla had never thought she might find herself the object of a man like Flynn Banroch’s attention. He was everything she craved about the lifestyle, imagined as she read her romance novels.

  Glancing up at the clock, Calla realised she’d better get dressed before she was late. No Dom tolerated his sub being late or breaking the rules. And Master Flynn, as he had instructed her to call him, was no exception. Calla dug into her bag and pulled out the fetware Flynn sent during the week. It was a beautiful scarlet corset with a matching lacy thong. Flynn obviously didn’t believe in hiding his sub’s ass cheeks.

  “Oh my God, that is beautiful!” A woman next to her gushed, and Calla glanced over to see a woman with olive-coloured skin and green eyes staring at the corset.

  “Thank you.” Calla was suddenly shy. She hadn’t spoken to many of the girls at The Feather Flogger.

  “Did your Dom pick it out?” The woman asked casually as she opened a locker a few doors down. “If he did, he has amazing taste. My name is Delaney, by the way.”

  “Master Flynn picked it out for me”, Calla managed to say as she watched the other woman peel out of her street clothes. She looked at Calla with a shocked expression.

  “As in the owner of The Cage Master Flynn?” Delaney stopped what she was doing and straightened up even though she wasn’t wearing a shirt.

  “Yes”, Calla answered with growing worry.

  “Are you his full-time sub?” Delaney asked, and her brows reached up into her hairline.

  “Oh, no”, Calla said and let the breath out she had been holding. “I’m his training sub for thirty days.” Delaney’s eyebrows crawled even higher up her forehead.

  “Why? Is there something wrong.” The nervous feeling was back in the pit of Calla’s stomach.

  “I’m sorry.” Delaney’s features relaxed immediately, and she put her hand on Calla’s arm for a minute. “I’m being such a nosy bitch.” She waved her hand around the locker room. “It’s just Master Flynn has never taken a training sub, let alone a semi-permanent sub of any sort. He’s what you might call a free-range Dom.” She smiled as she started to put her own corset on. “But you’d better get accustomed to gossip, anyway. There’s plenty of it here at The Cage.”

  “I’ll be sure to try and stay out of it.” Calla undid the buttons on her own dress shirt.

  “No chance!” Delaney laughed as he finally did the back of her garment up and slid her jeans down her legs. “You’ve got to keep up with everything that’s happening at The Cage; it’s half the fun of coming here.” Delaney frowned as she picked up the shortest skirt Calla had ever seen and inched it up her legs. “Master Dillon calls it the sub wireless.”

  Concentrating on getting her own clothing on, Calla only nodded at Delaney as she continued to talk. The sound of the other woman’s voice speaking about mundane things like trying to get wax residue off your skin or the best cream to use for stubborn bruises relaxed her mind. By the time Delaney asked her a question, Calla had completely zoned out.

  “Sorry, I didn’t get that las
t part”, Calla said sheepishly.

  “That’s ok, I can tell you’re nervous.” Delaney shut her locker and stared at Calla. “I was pretty nervous the first time I came to The Cage, but you have to remind yourself that nothing happens here without your consent.”

  “I know that.” Calla realised her voice was a bit sharper than she intended. Delaney only smiled back at her.

  “You want to walk out there together?” Delaney asked as she held her elbow out to Calla.

  “Yes, give me one second.” Finishing with the corset, Calla changed into the minuscule thong and reminded herself that people were having sex in public here. Her ass and pussy on display were the least salacious things to happen in the dungeon. “I’m good.” Giving Delaney a nod, Calla looped her hand through the other woman’s, and they headed for the exit. The locker room was becoming full, and Delaney waved or said hello to a few of the girls. Most of the subs and Dommes were too occupied with getting ready for the evening to care about a new girl on the floor.

  Delaney winked at Calla before pushing the door open to the dungeon. A whole new world greeted her eyes. Delaney’s enthusiasm propelled Calla through the door as she tried to take in her surroundings. The dungeon floor was huge. From outside, The Cage had looked like an ordinary warehouse; on the inside, Calla grinned as she took in the wonderland made only for perverts like her.

  “Come on, my Doms are impatient.” Delaney whispered before laughing lightly. Calla spotted Flynn standing beside two other men. He was dressed in leather pants with no shirt. Calla felt his gaze on her, and once again, her heart rate sped up in anticipation for the evening. They had texted and emailed one another all week, but to actually see the man she had fantasized about for the past few days standing before her made Calla’s pussy clench. She walked forward towards what she truly believed was destiny.

  Calla had finally emerged from the ladies’ changing room, and even though she was a few minutes early, Flynn still wanted to tan her hide for making him wait. It had been agonising to wonder whether she’d show up. When the receptionist informed him his guest had arrived, Flynn’s excitement rose to the level of a teenage boy. Unfortunately, Calla had taken her sweet time getting ready, long enough for Flynn to start to question whether this was a good idea or not.