Chapter Five

Violet

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

Fucking asshole! Violet cursed the mighty Dom as he quickly restrained her by strapping her arms over a spreader bar placed behind her back, then chained it to an O-ring in the floor to keep her arched in position. Another spreader bar was strapped in place to keep her knees wide open.

“And the pièce de résistance ,” he said with a smile moments before the world went black as he placed a furry black mask over her eyes. “Now you only have one instruction to follow. Care to tell me what it is?”

Violet’s hands curled into fists. Bondage and blindfolds did more than just increase her senses and sensations. It manipulated emotional attachments—the one thing she couldn’t afford to give into as far as Dexter Flint was concerned.

“I’m not allowed to climax.” The clipped response could freeze over the North Pacific Ocean. Of course, Master D wasn’t perturbed. Quite the opposite, based on the amused chuckle that slowly wedged the psyche of the kind of man he was deeper inside her soul.

“Before we continue, Spitfire, I’m curious. Why are you here?”

Violet turned to stone at the unexpected question. Dexter was well-known for his brilliant mind and his ability to identify financial markets and growths across the world. Surely, that didn’t extend to sensing she had ulterior motives for joining the opening of the L.A. Club Decadent Skies?

Or did it?

Glad she was blindfolded and her eyes hidden from his probing ones, Violet quickly strengthened her equanimity. The reaction was instantaneous, an accolade to her ability in the courtroom to think on her feet.

“You are clearly underestimating the reputation of the Club Decadent Skies group, Master D. Kink in the sky? Why wouldn’t I be here?”

“Hmm… I’ll accept your response… but reserve the right to revisit this discussion at a later stage.”

The words hit her like a precision strike. Of course, he would quote Section 147 of the Civil Procedures Act, the very statute she’d used to win the Hendricks case last spring. The damn man was deliberately speaking her language, wielding it like a scalpel to expose her weak spots. Legal discourse was her armor, and here he was, using it to slip right through her defenses.

Violet’s pride and passion in her undefeated record wasn’t mere vanity—it was the foundation of her professional identity. Over thirty big cases, over thirty victories, each one meticulously crafted. The Martinez self-defense plea, the Thompson evidence exclusion, the brilliant procedural maneuver in State v. Reynolds that had the judge practically applauding from the bench. She’d earned every headline, every whispered “that’s her” in courthouse corridors.

What truly set her teeth on edge was how he seemed to recognize the depth of her devotion to law. Most people saw the surface—the wins, the reputation—but few understood the nights spent poring over precedents, the thrill of finding that one perfect citation that could turn a case. The fact that he did was unsettling. She wasn’t sure if she was all that comfortable that he seemed to know much more about her than the limited information she had to supply with her application.

Perhaps she had completely underestimated this man’s brilliant mind. For one… his photographic memory.

She’d been a fool to write him off as just another brilliant financial guru. Behind those eerily focused eyes lay a mind like a vast library, every page perfectly preserved and cross-referenced. She tried to imagine it—every newspaper article, every TV segment, every casual mention of her name, all filed away with perfect clarity. Was it like having a search engine in your head? Or more like an infinite series of rooms, each filled with memories that never faded? Forcing her attention back to the present, she tilted her head back confidently.

“Be my guest, Master D, but the answer would remain the same.”

“That remains to be seen, little one.”

When he stepped away, the absence of his intensity was almost physical. The air seemed to crystalize, as if his departure had sucked all the warmth from the space between them. It reminded her of mountain air at dawn—crisp, thin, and absolutely clear. The kind of clarity that made you realize just how much trouble you might be in.

Before she could bask in the relief of him not immediately pursuing the matter, she was once again subjected to the caressing hands of the Doms.

“Fucking hell. I’m so screwed,” she wailed inside her mind as, this time, their intent was clear. Teasing time was over. Now, they came at her with all guns blazing.

Violet’s senses became aflame within moments, as every nerve ending felt like a live wire, sparking and crackling beneath their touch. The blindfold had seemed like a curse at first, but now it was a strange blessing. Deprived of sight, her other senses were amplified, and every touch magnified tenfold. The cool air circulating the area teasing her feverish skin, the rough hands and wet mouths on her breasts with the slick, insistent tongue between her legs were overwhelming—a composition of sensation that threatened to consume her.

“Please,” she gasped in a barely recognizable voice. “Please, I can’t… I can’t hold on.”

A deep chuckle resonated from the Dom on her right. His breath was hot in her ear. “But you will, little one. You’ll hold on until Master D tells you to let go.” His teeth grazed her earlobe in a sharp contrast to the soft, suckling mouths on her nipples.

“Gaawd!” Moaning, she writhed under their ministrations. Her mind was a whirlwind of need and desperation. She was a panting mess, and her body was slick with sweat. Desperately, she tried to find that safe place, the one she retreated to when things got too intense. The quiet little room in her mind, filled with books and soft lighting. But the room was hazy, the books blurred, and their titles unreadable. She couldn’t focus, concentrate even less. Not with the relentless assault on her senses and the constant pleasurable sensations that bordered on pain.

“Oh God,” she moaned as her hips bucked when the Dom between her legs sucked hard on her clit. “Please, please stop! I can’t… I can’t take it anymore.”

Another voice, this one from her left, was a rough rumble that sent shivers down her spine. “You can, pet. And you will… because Master D said so.”

Time seemed to stretch, each second becoming an eternity of torment. Just when she thought she couldn’t bear it any longer, when she was on the verge of throwing all caution to the wind and letting the orgasm take her, there was a shift. The mouth on her pussy changed; the tongue now exploring her was done with powerful expertise that made her heart pound in her chest.

Her entire body turned to stone, every muscle became taut as heat exploded from her core and radiated outward like a shockwave. That tongue, that mouth… she instinctively knew who they belonged to. It was him —Master D. His warning growl vibrated against her sensitive flesh as she danced against his face. Her resolve shattered like glass.

“Master D,” she cried out, her voice a broken sob. “Please… please, I need… I need to come.”

His pleased response that she recognized his presence was a deeper growl, a possessive sound that sent her spiraling. She was dancing on the edge of a knife as her body ached with the need for release. Her mind was a whirlwind of desire and desperation. All the while, the other Doms continued their assault, their hands and mouths pushing her higher, driving her closer to the edge. She was lost, adrift in a sea of sensation, with only one thing keeping her moored—the knowledge that Master D was there.

The depth of the sensations left Violet feeling vulnerable and dangling like a puppet. The other Doms faded into the background as their touch became a distant echo compared to the thunderous roar of Master D’s caress. His touch was her lifeline, her anchor in the storm that threatened to consume her. She clung to it, desperate and needy, as her body ached with a hunger that only he could sate.

“Not yet, subbie,” he rumbled against her throbbing clit in a low growl that sent vibrations coursing through her. His thick fingers delved deep inside her, swirling and stroking, as he mercilessly stoked the fires of her lust. Her inner muscles clenched around him, desperate to pull them deeper, to keep them there, to never let them go.

“Sweet Jesus!” The cry escaped in a hoarse and breathy voice that vibrated with raw need. She twisted in her bonds, her body shimmering with layers of sweat. Her breasts heaved with each ragged breath. “I can’t anymore… please, please let me come!”

Without warning, he yanked off the black mask. She blinked in disorientation as light flooded her vision. When the brightness subsided, she wildly searched for him. She wanted to look away, to hide from that intense, knowing gaze, but she was helpless, trapped in his stare. His eyes glowed with lust and something else… something dark and possessive that sent a shiver down her spine.

“Fuck… sweet Lord,” she gasped as the Doms at her breasts bit down, their teeth sinking into her tender flesh. Pain flared with a sharp and intense sting, but it was swiftly followed by a rush of pleasure and a flood of heat that pooled in her loins. “Oh, oh!” she moaned and arched into their touch, offering herself up, silently begging for more.

“And there she is… the subbie I’ve been waiting to meet.”

Master D’s words didn’t completely register as he tugged on her clit. Mindlessly, she tried to focus on what he had said but couldn’t since his touch was rough and demanding, sending shards of pleasure-pain coursing through her.

“You… have to stop,” she begged with her mind spinning out of control. Her thoughts were scattered and incoherent, and she became lost in the maelstrom of sensation. She was drowning, overwhelmed. Her body was no longer her own.

Violet had lost control… and she didn’t even realize it. All she knew was chasing the pleasure and the demand it unleashed for full sexual satisfaction.

“No-no-no! I can’t… stop! No more. I’m coming… please! Fuuuck,” she screamed in a ragged sob as Master D licked her—a long, slow swipe of his tongue from the back of her pussy all the way to her clit. A caress that sent her spiraling. He flicked her clit, back and forth, a relentless assault that left her gasping, teetering on the edge of the abyss.

Then he blew on the sensitive nub, a hot, cold rush of air that sent her tumbling over the edge. Her eyes widened, her gaze locked with his as she finally came undone.

“Come. Please, I can’t… Oooh!” she screamed as her body started to convulse.

“Now, Spitfire. Come for me,” Master D growled in a dark command that she was powerless to resist.

“Gaaawwd!” The orgasm tore through her like a wildfire. Her neck arched as a primal wail escaped her lips. She shattered, breaking apart as her body turned into a vessel of pure, unadulterated ecstasy with wave after wave of pleasure wracking her body. And still, he didn’t stop. With his face buried between her legs, his tongue and fingers working in tandem, he drove her higher, pushing her relentlessly further than any man ever had before.

Violet thrashed against her bonds, her body jerking and twisting as she rode the crest of multiple climaxes. She was lost, aimless in a sea of euphoria. In that moment, she was his, utterly and completely. Without a word from him, she had become a slave to his touch, a captive to his desire’s control.

His lips closed around her clit, sucking and swirling, forcing another sob from her throat. Wild and untamed, she bucked against him in unbridled passion. A rush of wetness coated his fingers as her body’s surrender was complete. He roared, a deep, carnal sound that vibrated through her, then his tongue was inside her, licking and sucking, consuming her, devouring her.

“No more!” she screamed as yet another orgasm tore through her, and then another. Each one crashed into her like a tidal wave, leaving her breathless and shattered in its wake.

Violet was drowning as her body turned into a vessel of pure, prurient ecstasy, laying her soul bare before him. Ruthlessly, he continued, his touch a relentless, consuming fire that burned away everything but him, everything but this.

Everything but them.