Chapter Thirty

Violet

One month later, LA Club Decadent Skies, GoldenEye Airbus III, at CyberCo Airlines private boarding bay, LAX International Airport, Los Angeles…

“Remember, Violet, I didn’t help you get on this flight,” Rex said as he ushered her into the Decadent Thrills private playroom minutes before takeoff. “Dex is my best friend, and I’ll be damned if we part ways because I happen to believe he’s making a mistake pushing you away.”

“No need to worry, Rex. If anyone asks, I’m a stowaway.” Violet’s gaze swept across the room, taking in the opulent decor. Dark emerald velvet wallpaper with subtle bronze geometric patterns adorned the walls while gleaming obsidian tiles lined the floor. A massive bed dominated the space, draped in black silk sheets that caught the dim lighting like a liquid shadow. Bronze light fixtures cast a warm glow across various pieces of play equipment that made her pulse quicken. Some she recognized, others she couldn’t begin to guess their purpose.

“What do I do during takeoff? I don’t see any seats here.”

“Because it’s not meant to carry passengers during takeoff and landing,” he grumbled. “Get on the bed. I’ll strap you in and come back to release you once the seatbelt signs are off.”

“What if someone comes in?”

“No one is allowed to walk around during takeoff. Even Dexter is already strapped in at his office. Besides, no one uses the private rooms early on during flights. Move it, Violet. We’re about to take off.”

She scrambled onto the bed, the cool silk a stark contrast to her feverish skin. The past month had been hell. Watching Dexter rebuild his walls brick by brick, each one higher and thicker than the last was heartbreaking. She’d tried everything. From camping outside his office building until security threatened to remove her, sending heartfelt letters that probably ended up in the shredder, to even attempting to reach him through his friends. Nothing had worked. The man who had once looked at her with such love now regarded her with arctic indifference and did everything in his power not to let their paths cross.

“There,” Rex said as he secured the Velcro straps across her body with practiced efficiency. The restraints pressed against her chest, waist, and hips, effectively immobilizing her. “These are tight, so don’t bother trying to pull them off yourself. Don’t worry, Vi. I’ll be back soon.”

Violet watched him go, slightly uncomfortable being tied up so tightly. She tested the straps and cursed softly, “Fuck me, Rex was right. I wouldn’t be able to pull these motherfuckers off myself. Well, desperate times call for desperate measures. I just have to believe he won’t forget about me, and all this effort ends up a royal waste of time.”

The autopsy report had vindicated Dexter. Instead, according to Tag, he had actually tried to save Theo by shooting a guard who’d aimed at her brother’s head. The real killer remained unknown, but that hardly mattered now. What mattered was the devastation in Dexter’s eyes when she had accused him. Something fundamental had broken between them at that moment. She’d spent countless nights replaying that scene, imagining different outcomes, different words.

“It’s all water under the bridge, and no matter how I wished it was possible, I can’t turn back time,” she murmured. She had messed up and potentially destroyed the future and happiness she knew awaited her and Dexter. Convincing him that her feelings and regret were true and real was a completely different matter. It broke her heart that he remained so cold and distant.

The week before, she’d finally stopped her desperate attempts to reach him. Each rejection had chipped away at her resolve until she felt hollow inside. Sneaking onto his plane was a last-ditch effort to get Dexter to pay attention to her… to see her, to hear her, and to feel her with his heart.

“Miracles do happen, right?” At least he couldn’t escape her at forty thousand feet. “Well, technically, he could, but at least he won’t be able to throw me out of the plane.”

As the plane began to move, Violet’s stomach lurched. Lying flat during takeoff was disorienting, and the sensation was amplified by the lack of pressurization in the cabin. She knew they had special equipment to keep the pressure normal inside the cabins, but that was only activated once the plane leveled out and the seatbelt signs switched off. The room seemed to tilt and spin around her, the bronze fixtures blurring into streaks of light. Her ears popped painfully as they gained altitude, and the walls appeared to close in around her.

“Ohh, fuckity fuck,” she wailed, fighting against rising claustrophobia. “Breathe, Violet. Just breathe.”

Trying to ground herself as reality warped around her, she focused on the intricate patterns on the ceiling. She’d endured worse than this in her quest to win back Dexter’s trust. A little discomfort was nothing compared to the prospect of losing him forever.

The pressure in the cabin stabilized as the plane leveled out, bringing blessed relief to Violet’s ears.

“Ah, thank heavens.” Releasing a long breath, her heartbeat gradually slowed to its normal rhythm as the room stopped spinning. The Velcro straps still held her firmly against the silk sheets. “I hope Rex is on his way. I hate being restrained and alone here.”

A soft chime echoed through the cabin, indicating the seatbelt sign was switched off. Violet strained her ears, listening for approaching footsteps. Nothing. Just the steady hum of engines and the whisper of the air conditioning system.

“Come on, Rex,” she muttered as she shifted against the restraints. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten about me already.”

Minutes ticked by. The bronze fixtures cast unchanging shadows across the obsidian tiles. Doubt began creeping into her mind. What if Rex had been caught? What if Dexter had somehow discovered her presence and ordered the crew to leave her restrained? What if—

She whipped her head toward the door at the sound of a lock clicking. Her heart leapt. It wasn’t Rex who pushed open the door. Dexter stood in the doorway with an unreadable expression as he surveyed her bound form. His black leathers and dark green leather vest fitted his form impeccably. Her eyes drifted unchecked over his rippling chest and washboard stomach. A warning growl brought her gaze back to his face, watching as his jaw turned rigid with barely contained tension.

“I should have known Rex was up to mischief when he said he needed to check something in here,” he said in a voice carrying that controlled coldness she’d grown to hate. “What exactly was your plan, Violet? To ambush me on my own plane?”

“Dexter…” His name came out as barely a whisper. All her carefully prepared speeches evaporated in the face of his icy stare. She tugged uselessly at the restraints. “What else was I supposed to do? You refuse to—”

“You have exactly two minutes to explain how the hell you managed to get on this plane and what you think to achieve.” He remained unmoving in the doorway with one hand still on the handle.

Violet swallowed hard in the face of his growing anger but refused to cower. She was a goddamn brilliant defense attorney and had faced many furious men in her career. Using that resolve, she dug deep. Taking a deep breath, she retorted in a sugary voice, “I am a member of Club Decadent Skies, in case you forgot, so I have every right to be here.”

“A membership I gave you because we were in a Dom/sub relationship.”

“Exactly, and as far as I recall, until either of us declares otherwise, I am still your sub in an exclusive Dom/sub relationship.”

Dexter’s lips thinned, but his hand relaxed its stranglehold on the door handle.

“Maybe so, but you were definitely not on the passenger list that I checked prior to takeoff, so how the fuck did you end up here, trussed up during takeoff?”

Stubbornly pressing her lips together, she refused to respond, but one look at the warning flashing in his eyes choked a response from her.

“I stowed away, and I put the straps on myself, knowing I couldn’t take a seat for takeoff since I wasn’t on the attendance list.”

“And you came here all dressed up in kink and wearing my collar. Impressive,”—his eyes darkened perceptively—“how easily lies and deceit flow from your tongue.”

“Dexter, please stop,” she begged and began yanking on the straps, but she couldn’t budge them. “I made a mistake. God knows, I’ve owned up to that every day since it happened. I’m desperate to reach that part of you that once loved me, and I believe still does. Desperate to show you I can be trusted that I am only human—one who makes mistakes—but I’m also resolute in this. I am not giving up on us.” Her lips pressed together in determination. “So, you might as well untie me and give me an hour of your time. All I want is to talk and—”

“No,” he cut her off with eyes flashing dangerously. “You said you came here as my submissive, so there will be no talking… but I sure as hell wouldn’t say no to a good hard fuck.” His eyes swept over her body. “You do have one of the hottest and juiciest cunts I’ve ever pounded.”

“There’s no need to be crude,” Violet said, feeling miserable as she realized she had once again chosen the wrong set of dice to throw.

Approaching the bed, Dexter pulled a chain from his pocket and clipped it into the O-ring of the choker around her neck. The Velcro straps gave way with insulting ease under his fingers. One eyebrow drifted upward as she remained still, silently flexing her muscles.

“Make up your mind, sub. Either you get off the bed now, or I’ll find another willing sub to spread open her pink pussy for me.” He pointed to the floor. “Now, let’s go. On your knees.”

For long moments, Violet didn’t move, staring at him with her heart in her eyes. Then she got up but hesitated briefly.

“You expect me to…”

“Crawl, yes. On all fours, following me like a little bitch dog begging for scraps from its Master.”

Violet had to plant her feet into the floor to prevent herself from turning and walking away. Dexter had just cause in his reaction. She had accused him of a heinous act without thought. If their positions were reversed, she wouldn’t even accommodate him. If it was her, she would’ve just thrown him in the gilded cage in the dungeon and left him there for the entire trip… except his attitude, the way he treated her, wasn’t about domination and submission.

This was so much more… This was an attempt to force her out of his life, closing the door between them once and for all.

That was… if she allowed him to. She might be a fool for even considering continuing what seemed to be a lost cause, but the dark flash in the silver hue of his eyes gave her hope. Hope that there was a tiny, minuscule part of him that still wished she wouldn’t give up. That she would keep chipping at the walls around his heart until he found it in himself to trust her again. She clung to that belief as she kneeled in front of him and went down on all fours.

“Hmm… no, get up. Something isn’t quite right.”

Silently following his command, she rose to her feet. Before she comprehended what he was about, he ripped the black minidress she wore in two and flung the flimsy material aside. She was still watching it slither to the floor when his hand fisted at the front of her silk thong.

“No need for this either.” He smiled evilly as he yanked hard, ripping it at the back, then slowly dragging the strip of material through the crack of her cheeks and upwards to cut into her pussy. His smile widened as she gasped when the silky material grazing her clit set it throbbing. “What good is a bitch in heat when no one can see her pink, swollen cunt, begging to be fucked, right?”

Violet’s eyes flickered at his continued insults, but she refused to show her upset.

“Well, it’s been a while, as you very well know. So, like you, I could do with a good hard fuck. I’ll even parade my pink cunt for all the Doms out there to drool over, just to please you, Master D.”

“Enough of this senseless chit-chat. Get on the floor, let’s go,” he ground out through clenched teeth. “I have a full club to attend to.”

Violet had barely gone down on all fours when the chain pulled so tight, she nearly choked. Dexter offered her no option but to crawl like a puppy running after its master or suffocate from the choker cutting off her oxygen.

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned when he didn’t bother to slow down when they approached the stairs.

“Don’t you dare get up, little puppy. You will crawl behind me the rest of the night, no matter where I go,” he snapped over his shoulder when she attempted to get up and walk down the steps.

By the time they got to the dungeon, her knees were hurting and burning from hitting the floor so hard from being forced to crawl fast. At least it saved her the embarrassment of noticing the attention they attracted.

“Get on the spanking horse, please.” He smirked as she glanced furtively at him, unable to keep the tremor of fear from surfacing. “Don’t worry, little whore, I have no desire to exert all my sexual energy on whipping you. Now, are you getting on, or do I lock you in the gilded cage until we’re back on land?”

His devilish laughter followed her scrambling on the horse without further protest.

“Let’s just make sure you’re nice and secure,” he drawled.

“Oh!” She gasped as he pushed her forward and angled the back legs of the horse higher, so her ass arched up and her pussy spread open like a blooming flower. Before she could protest, he quickly and efficiently tied her ankles, wrists, and hips to the horse. “The next fifteen minutes are going to be rather intense, and I don’t want you to be able to struggle and tire yourself out. When I fuck you, I want all that energy focused on pleasing my cock.”

“Fuck, no,” she protested when he walked around to the front and took the Japanese Clover Clamps the dungeon coordinator handed him. Those buggers pinched like the devil itself, and Dexter knew she hated them.

“As I said, it’s going to be intense, and I want to make sure you’re well prepared before I dip my cock inside that cunt of yours.” He stood in front of her and nodded at the coordinator, who pulled on her nipples so he could clamp them in place simultaneously.

“Gaawd!” she cried as pain surged through her, setting her body to tremble in reaction. These were tighter than any others he had used on her before. “Fuck, please, no,” she begged with tears in her eyes.

“You know the drill,” he said with no sympathy. “Breathe through the pain, Spitfire.” He watched her until she finally managed to breathe normally and allowed the throbbing pain to settle alongside the unwanted throb of her clit. “Now, since you came here purely to please me, and as I said, I have only one interest, and that’s a hard fuck, I need to make sure your pink cunt is properly marinated. I’ve lined up Doms who are very hungry and can’t wait to feast on your spread-open pussy.” He looked up. “You may begin, Master Coop.” He glanced at her. “Not to worry, little whore. You may come at will. I don’t need you to climax when I fuck you, just to be very wet and swollen to properly sheathe my cock when I pound into you.”

“You’ve become hateful, Master D.”

“Have I? Hmm, I doubt if there’s anyone on this flight who will agree with you. However, your opinion of me means jack shit to me. Ahh, that’s more like it, Master Coop,” Dexter said when Violet cried out as a tongue delved deep inside her pussy.

Dexter had taught Violet to embrace the sensations and lust being aroused resulted in, no matter who with, or where she was. He never made a secret of how much he loved watching her reaction when another Dom or Doms pushed her libido to untethered heights. This time, she hated that her body had learned the lessons so well, and reacted to flare alive within seconds.

Bound like she was, she couldn’t move her hips, couldn’t pull away from the mouths and lips that relentlessly nipped, licked, and sucked her pussy, which was soon soaked from the climaxes she had no control over. She had lost count at eight, and ten minutes later, she didn’t even feel the scorching pain from the clover clamps tightening more and more from her swaying breasts. She became a puppet, a living ragdoll that served only one purpose—to offer her essence to every Dom feasting on her pussy.

“I have to say, you surprise even me, little whore,” Dexter’s voice penetrated her euphoric-filled mind. “The floor below you is a mini pool of cum dripping from your cunt, and ahh… isn’t that a pretty sight?”

“Oh, sweet fuck,” Violet gasped as he roughly pushed three fingers deep inside her. They felt enormous as he delved deeper. She moaned as her body instantly reacted and clenched around the protrusion.

“So eager to be fucked, aren’t you, little cunt,” Dexter’s dark voice taunted her. “Just look at how swollen this pink pussy is. It’s going to feel so fucking good plunging inside you. The Doms did well, don’t you agree?”

“With r-respect,” Violet stammered as she struggled to keep back the climax surging inside her. “Fuck you, Master D.”

“Ah, no thanks. This time, I’ll do the fucking.”

His words were still floating inside her mind when a raw scream split the air as he thrust his swollen cock inside her—hard and to the hilt.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he groaned.

Violet didn’t have time to bask in the hoarseness of his voice as he began to pound into her. She was used to how Dexter had sex. He fucked… hard, fast, and rough, and she always loved it—except this time was different. He was rougher, driving into her like a phantom devil trying to expunge himself of evil. Pain seared through her. She was swollen so much, the friction of him pounding her like a berserker stole every pinch of lust that had been building inside her.

“Stop, please,” she whimpered, then cried out as he sped up instead, fucking her so hard that the horse lifted off the floor.

“I don’t give a fuck if you come or not, little whore, but get ready to feel my hot jizz covering your cunt and ass,” he ground through clenched teeth.

Tears slipped past Violet’s shut eyelids as he powered into her again and again.

“Fuuuck!” she screamed as he leaned over her and, in one movement, ripped the clamps off her nipples. The unexpected pain of blood rushing through the abused vessels, combined with his cock pounding against her sweet spot, ripped through Violet like a rogue wave as her body once again betrayed her. A climax the likes of which she had never experienced rolled over her. Sobs wracked her body as Dexter kept pounding into her, forcing another climax before he pulled out and ejaculated, spurting his hot cum against her spread-open pussy and over her buttocks and cheeks.

“Now, isn’t that a sight to behold,” he said as he gasped to catch his breath. “I should take a picture so you can see exactly what a well-used whore’s cunt looks like.”

“I hate you,” Violet whimpered dejectedly. If this was how he intended to treat her when she was onboard, she didn’t know if she had what it took to see it through.

“And here I thought you said you loved me.” He tsked. “It seems to me you’re more confused than I gave you credit for.”

Dexter didn’t blink when the coordinator untied Violet and helped her off the spanking horse, nor did he move as her knees buckled and she crumbled to the floor.

“No, M-Master D, I’m not. I d-do love you very much.”

“Your declaration lacks authenticity, I’m afraid, and besides, it’s a little too late,” he smirked as he zipped up his cock. “As you said, all that’s left is you being my whore.” He smiled. “You look shocked, Spitfire. What else did you expect?”

“But… b-but we just…” She pointed at the horse behind her. “What w-was that all about? We had sex.”

“No, my confused whore, we fucked. In my mind, there is a very clear distinction between the two. Need I remind you, as you so succinctly told me earlier, you’re still my sub, that much hasn’t changed? I’m rather surprised at your naivety, seeing as you’ve been in the lifestyle for many years. I don’t need to love you to fuck you.” His smirk was evil.

“For me, fucking is a tool to expunge and satisfy lust, not an expression of love using my body as all the poets and writers so eloquently describe in romance novels, so, of course, we’ll continue to scene and fuck. Love and forever after with you, on the other hand? That’s never gonna happen. As I told you before, Miss Russo. I no longer trust you.”

Once again, Violet was taken by that singular flash in the depth of his eyes. He might belittle and push her to the very edge of her limits, but because of that one small sign, she wasn’t ready to give up. This night was a lesson, one she would use to grow tougher skin and be ready the next time. She wasn’t walking away… not yet. Tilting her head, she looked him in the eyes.

“Then I’ll just have to prove to you that I can be trusted... not only as a person but with your heart and your future.” She smiled sweetly, even though her body and her pussy pulsed painfully from being overused. “I’m tougher than you may think, Master D. I’m not ready to throw in the towel.”

“As I said before… then you’re a fool.”