Chapter Four

Violet

The Sky Dungeon of L.A. Club Decadent Skies…

Violet knew better than to protest. From what Master D had said, he knew everything about her, which obviously included her limit list. Voyeurism and being naked within the club parameters weren’t boundaries of hers, so to pretend they were, would be a waste of time… and from the flicker in his eyes, he expected her to. Obviously, since he would then have due course to punish her.

Her mind rapidly retrieved the club protocols she had rigorously studied.

“Shit,” the soft curse crawled from her lips as the memory of the relevant clause settled in her mind.

Once a submissive committed to a dominant, it was with mutual agreement that she fully accepted any and all decisions the Dom made for their scenes, as long as they were within her boundaries. In the sanctum of Club Decadent Skies, trust and consent were the twin pillars that upheld every interaction between a dominant and submissive. To surrender trust and give consent was not just expected—it was mandatory. Any deviation from this sacred pact was brought to the Master Dom’s attention, who would immediately have the culprits removed from the dungeon. Furthermore, such action could result in expulsion and a ban from the club’s future flights.

“But the damn Dom essentially manipulated you into this commitment, Violet, which exempts you from their usual protocols,” she softly mused to herself. “You have a get-out-of-jail-free card!”

That was if she desired to use it. Yet, for two reasons, Violet knew she wouldn’t play that hand. First, she now had the perfect opportunity to get what she wanted from him without having to work too hard for his attention, and secondly… she didn’t want to.

Dexter Flint was an intoxication of attractiveness, sex appeal, and raw dominant power—too potent for her to resist. She had no intention of denying herself the pleasures she was sure he had to offer.

“I don’t like to repeat an instruction, Spitfire, so I suggest you hop to it.” His stern voice yanked her attention back to the moment.

Hop to it? Did he really just say that? It didn’t fit his forceful persona, but for some reason, it made him more endearing to her. Endearing ? Oh, Lord! I’m losing it.

“Yes, Master D.” Try as she might, she couldn’t keep the hint of defiance lurking beneath the surface of her acquiescence as she strode toward the platform. The grin on his lips warned her it didn’t escape his attention, either.

Rein it in, Violet, otherwise, you’re sure to spend the weekend in pain. Since Master D didn’t strike her as the kind of Dom to take punishment lightly, she knew it would be wise to pay attention to the advice.

With movements of economy rather than seduction, she took off the leather corset, leather-striped skirt, and thong. Placing the clothes in a neat pile on a chair, she hesitated briefly before stepping onto the platform.

Violet knew she had a true submissive deep inside her, desperate to be unlocked. Over the years, not one of the dominants she had been with was able to truly tap into her submission. Maybe that was why she hadn’t embraced the lifestyle. Unless there was someone who could unshackle the chains holding her prisoner and show her the full potential of her subjugation, it was a mute journey. She had yet to experience what complete submission meant—it was partly her own fault. Two characteristics kept that side of her buried—being too assertive and too confident—because she feared losing control.

“And here he is. The first man to have such an adverse effect on me, and Lord help me, he wasn’t even fully dominating me yet!” She was rapidly becoming frazzled as the words echoed in her mind. They filled her with the kind of anticipation and excitement she hadn’t experienced since her first scene as a vanilla sub so many years ago.

Squaring her shoulders, she stepped into the spotlight. Her face turned heated as a hush fell over the dungeon. The bright light illuminating her alabaster skin gave her an ethereal glow. To those watching, her body was a landscape of soft curves and delicate lines, and her hair was a glimmering cascade of auburn waves down her back.

Although she stood tall and confident in her own skin, a sudden ripple of vulnerability washed over her. To be the sole focus of so many eyes and standing bare under their scrutiny sent a shiver dancing down her spine, fusing the excitement and unease she couldn’t separate.

“Don’t fold now, Violet,” she murmured. “You can do this. You have no choice… you have to do this!”

Tilting her chin in a defiant movement, she forced herself to ignore the gazes roaming her naked skin. Drawing a deep breath, she embraced the moment.

“Well, Master D,” she said succinctly as he stepped onto the platform and stood in front of her. She was surprised at the admiration she saw brimming in his eyes. Feelings of pleasure swamped her, but at the same time, she was unsettled as they threatened to dissipate the last vestige of control she still had over the situation. Clearing her throat, she continued brazenly, “Here I am, ready to take flight with you.”

“However much I’m proud of you for championing a situation that is clearly outside of your comfort zone, I’m happy that my initial decision about this scene is correct. You definitely need to learn restraint.” He leaned closer. “More specifically, in how you speak to me or react in my presence… or, I suspect, any dominant. I, for one, don’t appreciate every sentence and expression from you issuing a command rather than a request.”

Since it would most assuredly just drag her deeper into the muck, Violet bit back the words hovering on her tongue. She had boarded this plane with a clear objective—to maintain absolute control over the situation. But now, feeling it slipping away, a familiar unease crept over her.

“Keep it together, Violet,” she mumbled softly.

Control wasn’t just a preference for her. It was a deeply ingrained survival instinct. Growing up as the daughter of a notorious Mafia Don, she had learned early on that power was everything. Even after extricating herself from that world, the lessons remained etched in her psyche.

The words her father had said to her on her fourteenth birthday still echoed through her mind.

“In this life, piccola, you’re either the puppet or the puppeteer. Choose wisely.”

Violet had always chosen to be the latter, manipulating circumstances and people to her advantage. It was second nature, as automatic as breathing—but always within the parameters of the law. Yet here she was, her carefully constructed plans unraveling in the face of Dexter’s overwhelming presence.

“Oh, the irony of it all,” she scoffed inside her mind. She had come to manipulate this man, to bend his considerable influence to her will. Instead, she found herself fighting an inexplicable urge to acquiesce to his every whim. The realization jarred her, but it stood out like a sore thumb—suddenly, all she wanted to do was please him and be the perfect submissive.

With her mind racing, she desperately searched for a foothold in this shifting landscape. How could she regain the upper hand when her own desires were betraying her? The challenge ahead seemed insurmountable, yet at the same time, the alternative—surrendering control in this situation—was inevitable.

Refusing to give the powerful Master D the satisfaction of seeing her rattled, she squared her shoulders and returned his gaze unflinchingly. After all, the game had just begun, and she had been fighting similar battles in the courthouse for far too long to fold so easily.

“My apologies, Master D. I assure you it isn’t my intention to undermine your authority as my chosen dominant for the weekend.”

“Indeed.” The dulcet tone of his voice resonated within her. One word, yet he managed to boldly reach past her defenses to gently stroke the submissive deep inside. It was a wildly sensual feeling as much as it was a frightening sensation that rocked her to the core.

With her shoulders pushed back and her hands dutifully clasped behind her back, she looked him square in the eye.

“I’m ready, Master D.”

“I want you to sit on your bent legs, then lean back with your hands resting on the floor behind you. Arch your head and your back so that your tits are pointing to the roof.”

After a momentary hesitation, Violet went down on her knees and shuffled into position.

“Spread your legs as wide as you can.”

This time, the hesitation was longer. In such a position and facing the crowd that now circled the platform, her naked girly bits would be on blatant display. Sensing Master D’s frowning countenance, she reluctantly did as he had instructed.

“Good girl.”

Fuck me! Shocked at the feeling of pleasure washing over her, Violet took a deep breath. Over the years, she had heard those words numerous times. Yes, she hadn’t found a Dom who could control her, but she had always tried to be the best submissive when she committed to a scene. Never before had those two words affected her as much. This time, hearing them in that deep, grating voice that trumpeted through the room, she basked in them.

The prospect of convincing the very law-abiding Dexter Flint to do something criminal was suddenly daunting… and slowly edging out of reach. Not because he would refuse but because she might be too enamored with him to expect him to do something that went against his morals and integrity.

“You will remain in this exact position. No matter what happens, you do not move. Not an inch, is that understood?”

“Yes, Master D.” Insecurity lodged itself in the rapid beating of her heart, especially since she had no idea what he intended. Violet wasn’t a masochist, but she did find that a certain level of pain spiked her libido… but only if she was prepared in advance. It was not knowing that twisted her insides.

“This will be a lesson in restraint while offering me an opportunity to observe and evaluate your true submissive nature.” He brushed his fingers over her face. “Close your eyes, little one, and keep them that way.”

Violet caught the subtle hint of sandalwood as he circled her. It was calming and reminded her of strolling in the forest behind their vast family home as a child.

“One more thing, Spitfire. You’re not allowed to climax.”

“Ugh,” Violet groaned, not bothering to mute the sound. She hated climax control, but since he was teaching her a lesson in restraint, she should’ve known what was coming. Then something he had said earlier registered. “Wait!” She lifted her head and looked up to find him towering over her. “You said observe and evaluate. What did you mean by that? That…” Looking around, she noticed six equally powerful dominants positioned around the platform, watching with expectant grins on their faces. “You’re going to let them… I don’t… this isn’t—”

“Yet it is… within the parameters of your limit list. Now, return to position.” He leaned closer until his warm breath teased her forehead. “Don’t disappoint me, subbie.” The brief kiss against her skin was unexpected but warm and somehow soothed her frazzled mind. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes, knowing whatever he intended wasn’t going to be all fun… not for her, at least.

It was time to dig deep and remember her sub training. The only way she would get through this ordeal—since that was how she viewed climax control—was to find a mental sanctuary and focus on it rather than the impending scene.

“Let’s begin, shall we?”

At first, her senses were filled with the hushed whispers of the crowd, the touch of their eager eyes watching, and the muffled cries of pleasure and pain from other scenes unfolding around them. The air was thick with anticipation, an electric charge that seemed to hum against her skin.

“Remember my instructions, subbie. This is your one chance to prove to me you are who you claim to be.”

Fuck me. I better be careful, or I’ll fail my mission before it even begins.

“Of course, Master D,” she snapped in clipped tones, momentarily discarding the warning still echoing through her mind, uncaring that it might be construed as disrespect. He was getting on her nerves, and she didn’t care that he knew it.

With her eyes closed, the sounds around her seemed amplified. The rustle of clothing as the Doms moved closer, the soft scuff of their shoes against the floor, and the subtle intakes of breath. Each sound was a opus of sensation that heightened her awareness. She sensed them circling her, and their presence was a palpable force that sent shivers down her spine.

The atmosphere sparked with electricity.

“Oh, my,” she gasped as barely-there caresses the likes of a butterfly’s wings against her skin registered. Each touch was a tease, a promise of more that left goosebumps in its wake. They brushed her back, her arms, and her waist, and each fleeting contact sent a jolt of sensation through her.

“Ohh,” she cried in surprise as a feathering caress grazed her nipple. The unexpected sensation was so intense, it was almost painful.

“Aww, shit,” she moaned as her legs jerked involuntarily when a blunt fingertip traced a tantalizing path above and around her clit. Biting her lip was an effort to slow her breathing, which sounded ragged and labored to her own ears. Her clit throbbed in anticipation as a sign that her body was already betraying her.

“Move again, and I’ll have to restrain you, subbie,” Master D’s gruff warning floated toward her. His voice was a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through her very core.

“This is bullshit,” she whispered as the realization that he wasn’t one of the men circling her left her feeling unexpectedly bereft. Despite her resolve to remain focused on her goal, she couldn’t deny the intense attraction she felt toward him. It was more than just physical; it was a pull that defied logic.

To Violet, the potency of those feelings was more than she had ever experienced. That he did exactly what he’d said he was going to do—watch, observe, and not bother to participate—was quite a blow to her confidence… especially since he was the one Dom whose hands she desired on her most of all.

You hardly know the man. Be honest, you just want a dick pounding your pussy.

The thought was a harsh rebuke, a reminder of the practicality that had always guided her, but even as she tried to rationalize her feelings, she knew there was more to it. Dexter Flint had a profound effect on her, both mentally and physically, and she didn’t understand why. Violet had always been able to compartmentalize her emotions, to rationalize every aspect of her life. That she was incapable of doing so now was disconcerting.

“Damn it to hell,” she muttered under her breath as two hands now teased and pinched her nipples. “I should’ve had sex before this flight.”

Almost a year of celibacy had left her body craving sex, and now her senses were heightened to a fever pitch within minutes. It wasn’t by choice, but the combination of a heavy workload and the problems her family dragged her into had become barriers to forming any kind of relationship, even for a one-night stand. And, if she was honest with herself, DIY just didn’t have the same effect as the real thing.

Now, with multiple hands and fingers caressing and teasing her, she was rapidly launched into a whirlpool of scorching lust. A hot tongue flicking a lazy circle around her clit at the same time as two lips sucked on her nipples completely discombobulated her.

“Holy shit!” The raw cry escaping her lips and the involuntary closing of her legs was inevitable.

“I warned you not to move,” Master D suddenly stood above her as her eyes flickered open. “Or open your eyes.”

The moment their gazes met, Violet knew she was in trouble, but her wayward mouth once again jumped right into the fire.

“Far be it for me to point out the obvious, Master D, but there is no way any sub would be able to remain unmoving with three mouths latched onto her girlie bits.”

“And yet, I expect you to. Once again, you have demonstrated your inability to adhere to instructions and restraint. Remember, subbie… this is your own doing.”