Chapter Eighteen

Violet

The Sky Dungeon, LA Club Decadent Skies…

“This is going to be a tantric journey you have never experienced before, little one,” Dexter said as he led her into the lavishly decadent Sky Dungeon aboard the GoldenEye Airbus III.

“It’s going to have to be something amazing to top that damn punishment with Zeus,” she said under her breath. Dexter’s deep chuckle confirmed that he had heard her mumbling.

“Ready, Spitfire?”

“Like a bullet, Master D,” she said sassily as her body flushed with anticipation when their eyes met where they stood cocooned in a corner of the already buzzing dungeon.

Dexter circled her like a panther. She shivered under his hungry eyes that glimmered with devilish intent.

“Your reaction to double penetration awakened a desire within me to have you sandwiched between me and another hot body. This scene is going to prepare you for that, little one.”

“Prepare me for what?” Her voice sounded small, but she already did the math, and her breath hitched as she realized his intent.

“You have never been as hot and sexy as you were fucking those two cocks, and I found myself being jealous of a marble statue. We’re going to set that right. We’re going to have a threesome with Rex. Together, we’re going to explore your senses and push your boundaries.” He regarded her with a serious expression. “Are you comfortable with it being Master R?”

Violet was all too aware that he didn’t bother to ask whether she was comfortable with a threesome. He didn’t have to because he was right. She had loved fucking those two cocks and was forced to lose complete control. The thought of reaching that level with two living and breathing hot bodies flushed her pussy with excitement.

“I’m happy with Master R,” she said with a smile.

“Good. Then, let’s begin,” he murmured in a low rumble. His dark Dom voice was prominent and promising. With steady hands, he unzipped her dress, slipped it off her shoulders, and left her standing in her lace bra and panties.

“So beautiful,” he praised as his eyes roved over her body in a blatantly predatory way. He unclasped her bra, groaning as her breasts spilled free. “Hmm, I see the ladies are already excited.” His fingers grazed her nipples, which were hardening under his gaze. Wiggling his eyebrows at her, he hooked his fingers into her panties, dragging them down slowly to leave her completely naked.

Violet shivered, shocked that her body was already aching with need.

“I don’t need that,” she protested, but he ignored her and deftly placed a black blindfold over her eyes.

“This will help enhance your senses, my pet. Remember, tantric sensations. That’s the aim. Now, all you need to do is to relax… and just feel.”

His breath hot on her skin was the first sensation, followed by the soft whisper of a feather. He traced her collarbone, her breasts, and her stomach, the tickling sensation making her squirm. Her breath hitched as her nerves began to tingle. Faster than she imagined possible, he awakened every nerve ending with his expert precision.

“Good girl,” he praised as he teasingly slipped a finger deep inside her pussy. A low growl rumbled in his chest when he found her wet and dripping. “It seems you’re highly susceptible to tantric experiences, my pet.”

“With you wielding the tools, how else, Master D?” she lilted as she heard the clink of ice against glass, the drip of water. “Oh, Lord!” she gasped as the cold ice cube touched her skin, tracing the same path the feather had taken. Her nipples tightened into hard peaks as her body shivered at the sensual sensations he awakened.

“That’s what I like to see.” He drew circles around her navel, then lower, tracing the line of her pubic bone.

“Gaawd,” she moaned as he drew circles around her clit, the cold so intense it burned. Then, suddenly, he gently pushed the remaining piece of the ice cube deep inside her pussy.

“Fuck!” she cried as her body shuddered from the cold invasion. But the shock quickly morphed into a spike of arousal as her inner muscles clenched hungrily around the melting ice. “Oh, shit,” she wailed as the water trickled out of her. She was all too aware of her juices mingling with the cold water as her body kept heating up, with her arousal skyrocketing.

Dexter’s chuckle was a sound of dark satisfaction. “Feels good, doesn’t it, subbie?”

Violet heard the hoarseness of desire in his voice. At least she wasn’t the only one suffering!

“This is too much, Master D. I didn’t expect to be aroused this easily. Lord knows, I don’t know how you always do this to me,” she whimpered in response. Her body was on fire as her senses reeled to compute the myriads of sensations searing through her with each different tool. Her legs were already turning to rubber and she silently wished he had placed her on a punishment bed, rather than make her stand.

“Shit,” she yelped as he brushed his hand over her ass cheek. It felt like a glove until sharp stings followed the path he traced up and down her back, her thighs, and over her stomach. The sharp metal tips left a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

“What is that?” she managed to gasp.

“It’s Dracula’s glove. A wonderful tool to arouse with the conflicting sensations it offers.”

“Hmm,” she moaned as he pressed his chest against her back.

“Remember to breathe, subbie,” he said as he cupped her breasts, gently squeezing, then harder until her breath hitched from the stinging pain shooting to her brain. “Now this, I’m going to enjoy.” The rumble of his voice preempted his fingers pinching her nipples.

“Holy shit!” she cried as the sharp little needles pricked her skin. Softly at first, then harder and deeper, sending a jolt of pain-pleasure through her.

“Do you want more, little one?” Dexter prodded, his breath hot against her ear.

“Fuuck,” she moaned as she felt tears pressing past her closed eyelids. Still, she couldn’t keep the response back that sprang to her lips. “Yes! I need more.”

“Ah, there’s my wild little whore who fucked Zeus,” he growled as he rolled her nipples, squeezing hard, forcing the sharp edges to penetrate her skin.

“Fuck, fuck!” she screamed as she jerked against him while at the same time pushing her breasts into his hands, begging for more.

Dexter complied, pinching harder, rolling faster, until Violet felt as if her nipples were torn to shreds. Still, she begged for more as her clit throbbed in tandem with the pain pulsing a rhythm inside her brain. Liquid heat slithered from her pussy as her body trembled, teetering on the verge of a climax.

“Master D…” she panted, her body writhing as she chased the release of the climax coiling tighter and tighter inside her.

“Not yet, Spitfire,” he growled in a stern voice. “You do not come.”

“No!” Violet complained when he released her nipples. “Oh, gaawd,” she wailed as the pain now throbbed with a stinging intensity.

“Now, this one is a favorite of mine,” he rumbled. “This is a five-wheel, strong Wartenberg pinwheel. Its spiked wheel promises a world of painful sensations, little one, the kind you clearly crave.”

“Holy shit,” she moaned as he rolled the wheel over her breasts, then her areolae. The sharp points were more intense and painful than the glove, yet her senses zinged as jolts of pleasure-pain ripped through her.

“Fuck… fuck,” she cried as he ruthlessly rolled the spikes over her still-painful nipples. His arm wrapped like a steel band around her waist when her knees threatened to give way. “It’s too much,” she sobbed as tears of pleasure-pain soaked the blindfold.

“The gorgeous bouquet of your lust tells a different story, subbie. Do not come, Violet… Now, this is going to make you holler,” he warned as he rolled the wheel back and forth over her nipples, each pass harder than the first.

“Ahhh!” The holler he expected slammed against the walls as she twisted and jerked against the hold he had on her, desperate to escape the cruel, painful pricks one moment and the next, pressing forward to force them even deeper. “I can’t… I’m gonna come,” she pleaded.

“No, you’re not,” he warned in his dark Dom voice.

“Please have mercy, Master D.”

“Mercy is for the weak. This is what your body craves, my pet.” He took off the blindfold and waited for her eyes to adjust to the lights. “Now, watch,” he said as he continued to roll the wheel over her nipples.

Violet was mesmerized as she looked into the wall-sized mirror and watched her body jerk like a puppet while her face was contorted in a visual painting of pleasure-pain, with her mouth open and begging him to go harder.

“I can’t… It’s not possible. T-That’s not w-who I am. I-It’s not me…” she stuttered.

“Ah, my hungry little whore… that is exactly who you are… here with me. Only me.” The hold around her waist tightened. “Now, spread your legs and hook your feet around my knees. I want your cunt open for me.”

Violet followed his command blindly, then watched in horror as he rolled the wheel over her stomach, her thighs, and upward between her legs.

“No, no… you can’t,” she wailed as he rolled it higher back and forth over her mons. “Not there. I can’t… you can’t—Holy fuck!” she screamed as he started rolling the sharp spikes around her clit. Her body convulsed at the intense sensation but more so at the expectation of what was to come.

“Can’t you, subbie?” Dexter drawled in her ear as he continued the teasing circle around her clit. “Do you want me to stop?”

Her hips moved, trying to redirect the spikes to where she needed them—over her clit, torturing it like he had done with her nipples.

“Ah, no. That’s not how it works. Answer me, Spitfire, but know that your answer will be for whatever comes next.

“YES! I need it. Do it,” she begged. “Do it now.”

“Very well, my hungry whore. Since you insist.”

Violet bit into her lower lip to keep the screams back as the wheel changed direction and trailed a slow, measured path directly over her clit. Back and forth, softly, teasingly, then with more pressure, harder, faster, until she couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ahhh! Oooww. Jesus, fuck! Fuck!” Her screams rolled over her lips, becoming a mantra as she twisted, her hips bucking back to escape the pain, to try to hold on to the last vestige of control that kept the throbbing climax back. Dexter wasn’t fazed; he kept changing direction, first up and down, then side to side, the spikes cutting through her skin, leaving little droplets of blood in its wake.

“Fuck no. I’m coming!”

“No, you’re not.” Then it stopped. In the next breath, the torturing pleasure-pain ended. Violet’s wails of regret and need continued as she kept bucking against his hold, her feet still clamped around his knees.

“This is a reward for you, my lovely whore. Show me how much of a slut you truly are… and keep watching in that mirror, Violet. See the real you. A whore who has no barriers. MY whore.”

With her ears smarting from his crude words, she watched as he released her waist. She grabbed onto his arms to keep her balance. Her eyes widened as he gently pulled her labia wide open.

“No,” she whimpered as she watched the wheel start its descent from her mons to punish her clit once more until she bucked into it before moving down to the sensitive satiny skin on the inside of her channel.

“Ahhh!” Violet screamed as Dexter rolled the wheel up and down, first on one side, then the other. This time, he didn’t start slow; he pushed the spikes deep, his eyes locked on her. Violet couldn’t look away from what he was doing. Not even when she noticed the spots of blood appear, and she screamed from the stinging pain that immediately escalated her lust. It was a surreal experience, watching herself become undone until she turned into a wild, carnal, primal animal who embraced the sensations and begged for more.

“I fucking hate you!” she screamed as he once again denied her request to come. Her body was on the verge of combusting as the orgasm threatened to splinter her in two. Her body was a live wire, and she imagined watching it sparking and crackling in the mirror. Her climax hovered just within reach. But Dexter was a master at this game, pushing her to the edge, only to pull her back, now alternating the torture between her labia and clit.

“I c-can’t anymore… please, Master D,” she whimpered as her feet lost their hold and her legs dropped to the floor. Applause exploded, and Violet realized for the first time that a large crowd had been watching. Her face flashed like a red hot tomato.

“You did so well, my little whore,” he cooed as he pulled her into his arm to gently caress her, drawing circles on her back. His touch was soothing and quickly calmed the storm within her, if only slightly.

“Y-You are a m-monster, Master D,” she whispered as she leaned into him, amazed at how much her body craved his touch.

Tilting back her chin, he kissed her. It was a tender kiss, with his tongue gently teasing. She moaned into his mouth and pressed her body urgently against his, seeking more.

Dexter pulled away, his breath ragged. “Now, you’re ready, Spitfire,” he murmured. “Ready for Rex and me.”

“Fuck, yes,” she asserted. “I’m so ready.” The thought of the pleasure a threesome promised caused her body to flush with a fresh seam of lust.

“One thing, subbie. Until I tell you to, no matter what we do, you do not come.”

“You’re cruel, Master D. I’m already on edge. I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold it back.”

“You will because if you don’t, we will stop.”

Violet nodded miserably. Her body trembled with the effort of holding back the orgasm that still hummed inside her. She was on the precipice, the edge of ecstasy, but she would prevail. She had to because the only thing her body craved now was the full possession of two hard, full-blooded cocks filling her holes.

He smiled, his eyes gleaming with pride and desire. “Good girl.” He took her hand and pulled her along as he started walking. “I booked the Desire’s Control cabin for us. Rex just left to prepare it.” He cursed when her legs gave out. “Hmm, such a weak little whore,” he mused as he picked her up and carried her to the private room on the upper deck.

Violet

Desire’s Control cabin, Club Decadent Skies…

By the time Dexter walked into the Desire’s Control cabin, Violet’s heart was pounding in her chest. The room was dimly lit, and she could feel the air thickening with anticipation. Rex was already there, his tall, muscular frame silhouetted against the soft glow of the wall sconces. He turned to them with a smile playing on his lips.

“There she is,” Rex murmured. Violet shivered as she saw his eyes gleaming with lust. “Our little whore, all primed and ready.”

“Oh, yes, Master R. She is properly hot and as wet as a running waterfall.” Dexter laid Violet down on the bed. Her body shuddered as need soared through her afresh. She looked from one powerful Dom to the other. Her arousal spiraled at the amount of muscle and testosterone filling her vision, which caused the pressure inside to intensify. All she could think about were their cocks fucking her and driving her to the edge of madness.

The two men undressed quickly. Rex climbed onto the bed and gently brushed a hand against her cheek in a questioning gesture. Violet offered him a smile of invitation to proceed. His body was a mirror of Dexter’s. His cock was jutting upward, beautifully hard and ready.

“Fuck, Dex. She is absolutely beautiful,” he praised as he caressed her with gentle yet firm hands, stoking the fire within her. Dexter joined them, his body big and muscled. His cock was just as promising, albeit slightly bigger than Rex’s.

“Ohh,” Violet wailed as they both latched onto her nipples, which were still sore from the Dracula’s glove and the Wartenberg wheel. “God, it hurts,” she moaned as they sucked hard and bit into her nipples.

“You can take it, love,” Dexter murmured against her breast. “You need it. I dare you to deny it.”

Violet couldn’t; all she could do was give in to their demands. The sucking became harder, their teeth biting deep into the succulent tips. Then they shook their heads, pulling her nipples as far as they could stretch.

“Fuuck! Fuck,” she screamed as her lust spiked. Her body arched off the bed as the pain managed to push her closer to the edge. She clutched in desperation at their shoulders.

“Please…” she begged in a broken whimper. “Please, fuck me. I don’t need any more foreplay. I’m on the edge, and I can’t… I can’t anymore. Please, Master D. I don’t want you to stop. I need your cocks inside me.” Her eyes turned misty as she reverted to the kind of language she knew he loved. “Fuck this whore’s cunt and ass, Masters. Please, I beg you.”

“Ah, now that’s the kind of request I can’t deny.” Dexter’s voice thickened with lust. “Turn on your side for me, whore,” he said and settled between her legs when she eagerly moved into position.

Dexter dragged her top leg upward and hooked it around his waist as he settled between her legs. “Keep it there, slut.” His cock prodded at her pussy. “Keep your eyes open and watch me. I want to see every flash of your lust as we fuck your slutty cunt.”

Violet felt his words in the throbbing demand of her clit as he pushed inside her in a slow, steady slide.

“Ohh, yes,” she purred as he stretched her, then thrust in hard to the hilt. “Fuck, that feels good,” she moaned as her body adjusted to his size and her muscles eagerly clenched around his length. The burning sensation from where the Wartenberg wheel had cut into her skin intensified the sensations the friction caused. Then Rex moved to settle against her back, gently spreading her cheeks apart. “Ahh,” she cried in surprise as he squirted a generous amount of lubricant inside her anus, then spread it around her hole with his cock.

“Breathe, little whore,” Rex said against her ear as he pushed in, slow and gentle, until he forced his way past her sphincter, giving her time to adjust. Then, he thrust his cock home, settling hilt deep inside her ass.

“Shit, shit,” Violet panted as the intensity of the sensation threatened to overwhelm her. The pressure of the two huge cocks was almost too much, but the pleasure... Holy shit! It was indescribable.

“Oh God…” she gasped as her body trembled and her breath came in ragged pants. “Fuck, yes...”

“Feel good, our little whore?” Dexter rasped against her lips. “How does it feel, slut? Having both of us filling your holes?”

“Wonderful,” she purred as she started squirming between them. “So good and sooo full.”

“Don’t come, whore. Not until I tell you to.”

“Then hurry the fuck up,” Violet snapped as the tantric scene and the still throbbing pain in her nipples and clit Dexter was rubbing against escalated her lust to the point of combustion.

They began to move, their cocks sliding in and out in tandem, slow at first in a dance of lust and desire. Violet would have none of it. She became wild, her body thrashing between them and her hands clutching at the sheets as she tossed her head from side to side. The sensation of being filled, of being sandwiched between their hard bodies, fucking her with so much care, was overwhelming. It was too much, yet not enough. She wanted more, needed more.

“Damn you, Masters,” she screamed, her voice turning hoarse with untethered lust. “Harder. Faster. Fuck this whore’s cunt. Yes, harder!” she cried as they complied. “More. Harder. Fucking pound my whore’s holes!”

“Now that’s the whore I remember who fucked Zeus,” Dexter growled as they obliged her.

Their thrusts turned to pounding, their bodies slapping against hers as they fucked her like two steeds pounding a mare in heat. The room filled with the sound of their cries and grunts, the scent of their lust, and the heat of their bodies.

“Yes! Yes! Fucking yes!” Violet was on fire as her body was now an inferno of need. Her orgasm turned into a thundering tsunami, waiting to explode.

“Master D, please,” she begged in a desperate wail. “Please... let me come. I can’t... I can’t hold on much longer…”

Dexter looked at her with his eyes dark and his face a mask of lust. “Not yet, slut,” he growled. “Not until you’re wild. Not until you turn into a primal animal with no boundaries, begging to be treated like the whore you are.”

He fucked her harder, his cock pounding into her, as his body demanded she let go of all her restrictions and offer him her full surrender. Rex matched his pace, his cock driving into her ass with his hands gripping her hips.

Violet was lost, and soon, her body was no longer her own. Her mind was a haze of lust and desire. She turned incoherent, carnal and wild, primal, like a bitch in heat with only one aim—to mate, to fuck, to come.

“You fucking bastard! I’m your whore. You know I am. I’m your cunt, and it’s yours to please, to hurt, or to give to anyone you wish. I’m your whore, Master D. Only yours!” she screamed, her voice a raw, desperate plea. “Please, let this cunt free.”

Dexter looked down at her, and she opened her soul to him. Showed him the wildness in her, the primal need, the surrender.

“Beautiful.” He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. “Such a hot, needy whore you’ve become. Now, my beautiful slut. Come for us,” he commanded. “Come now.”

“Fuuuccck,” she screamed as her orgasm ripped through her, as if the words were a switch that flipped inside her. Her body convulsed as her muscles spasmed around their cocks. A rogue wave washed over her, tossing her high and the next moment, yanking her under. She struggled to breathe as the climax kept her in a prison of continuous shudders as Dexter and Rex pounded into her.

Now, they chased their own release and drew two more orgasms from her before they finally came. Violet was a crying mess as they finally ejaculated, their cocks pulsing as she felt their hot seed filling her.

“Jesus,” she sobbed as her tears fell uncontrollably as yet another climax rippled through her, turning her boneless, a fuckhole created only for one purpose—to please the two Masters still pulsing inside her.

“Fuck, Dex,” Rex groaned as his body collapsed against Violet. “That was intense.”

Dexter nodded, with his breath coming in ragged pants as he hugged Violet.

“You were magnificent, Spitfire,” he murmured. She smiled and basked in the pride trumpeting in his voice. “Absolutely fucking magnificent.”

“As were you, Masters D and R,” she whispered as she snuggled between them. Like after the scene with Zeus, her body was limp, and her mind blank, with even her soul sated. She had never felt so alive, so complete, so utterly fucked . As their bodies cooled and their breaths returned to normal, Violet smiled as she leaned forward and kissed Dexter.

“I did it, Master D. I took you both, pleasured you both, and surrendered to you both. And I fucking loved every second of it.” She smiled sassily. “I guess you were right, my Master. I am a slutty whore with a hungry cunt.”

“Ah, my beautiful sub, now you’ve finally come into your own. Now, you are the submissive you were meant to be. The wild, untethered one who isn’t ashamed of the wild animal inside her. That’s what you are… and you’re all mine.”

Violet nodded. Her heart was full, and her soul was at peace for the first time in her life.

“You do know what this means, Violet?” Dexter prodded with a serious look on his face. “We are now in a permanent, exclusive Dom/sub relationship. It wasn’t a once-off deal limited to the club’s opening. You are mine… to care for, protect, and use as I see fit… because that’s the kind of submissive whore you are.”

“Yes, Master D. I am your submissive whore. Now and until one of us decides to end it.” She smiled brightly. “But after what you’ve done to me tonight, you can bet your ass it won’t be me.”

“And after the way you embraced the true needs and desires of the sub you are and fully submitted to me without any boundaries, neither will it be me.”

“Then I guess we’re stuck with each other.”

“Indeed, we are.”