Chapter Seven

Violet

The Blue Paradise Resort, Moonstone Beach…

The Blue Paradise Terrace Restaurant seemed to float above the Pacific, its open-air design allowing the evening breeze to dance freely through the space. Teak tables draped in crisp white linens dotted the weathered wooden deck, each intimate setting illuminated by glass-enclosed hurricane lamps that flickered in the dying light. The gentle lapping of waves against the cliffs below were in harmony with the soft steel drums and acoustic guitar playing in the background.

Violet noticed Dexter watching her with an intensity that was becoming familiar as was the half-smile playing on his lips.

“The chef here specializes in local seafood. Everything served was caught today.”

Violet deftly peeled the decadently grilled prawns as she gazed past their cliff-side perch to where the ocean stretched endlessly toward the horizon. The breeze carried the salt-tinged air around them, gently lifting the ends of her hair. She felt oddly at peace here, despite the complexity of her situation with Dexter.

“I have to admit, the atmosphere of this place is so inviting and even homey. Refreshing, actually,” Violet said as she popped the buttery morsel into her mouth, savoring the delicate flavors.

The restaurant had no walls to separate diners from nature’s display—just elegant support columns wrapped in twisting vines of night-blooming jasmine. The ceiling above was a masterpiece of exposed beams and delicate string lights that mimicked the emerging stars. As the sun made its descent, it painted the sky in brilliant strokes of orange and pink, casting a golden glow across the faces of the scattered dinner guests.

“That’s exactly what I was aiming for,” Dexter said with a pleased smile.

Violet was shocked at how she basked at the pleasure she detected in his voice. Damn, I’m in deep shit. If she reacted to him like this after one day, how was it going to be after a week, a month? For her own sanity, she had to erect an emotional barrier between them. Her feelings were going overboard… and it had nothing to do with her submission to him.

“To me,” he continued, “this has to be a place members would want to visit, even outside of club trips. I want them to see this as a sanctuary where they and their families or friends can relax, forget about the harsh world out there, and become one again with nature.”

“So, is the resort open to the public? Not just to members of Club Decadent Skies?”

“Of course. I’m a businessman, after all. Developing this place cost me millions of dollars, and in the end, I need to recuperate that money and eventually turn a profit. That’s not going to happen from membership fees.”

“Then how do you separate the groups? I mean, there are more vanilla people out there than kinksters, and they most definitely don’t appreciate having others’ tastes thrown into their faces.”

“We block out Club visit dates for the entire year in advance. If anyone comes here of their own volition outside of visits, they have to follow normal resort protocols, which are the same as any other across the world. No kink is allowed in public. What couples do in the privacy of their rooms or cabanas is their business. Again, you’re in the lifestyle, Violet. I would’ve thought you already know that kinksters are very private people outside of a club environment.”

“I do, but this setup is totally new and foreign to me. You can’t blame me for clarifying,” she said sourly.

“Don’t pout, Violet. It’s a trait I associate with manipulative subs.” His gray eyes flashed like silver beams. “You should know that I am not one to be lenient with that kind of behavior.”

“Noted, Mr. Flint.”

“Hmm,” he rumbled as their attention returned to finishing their meal.

Savoring the sweet, yet deliciously dark and velvety taste of a chocolate lava cake, Violet looked around. Her ire immediately spiked as she detected Shakira Withers gawking at Dexter. The way she stared unblinkingly at him was so openly blatant, Violet felt violated on his behalf.

“Can she not be more obvious,” she muttered.

“What was that, Violet?” Dexter asked as he also finished his dessert. “You have a couple of bad habits that we will need to address in the future. Mumbling is one I personally abhor.”

Violet snorted with her gaze still locked on the resort manager ogling her Dom.

Whoa! Where did that come from? You’ve never been the possessive or jealous type.

I’ve never had a Dexter in my life.

You still don’t. Or did you conveniently forget why you’re here ?

Violet started at the reminder and the realization that somehow, over the past twenty-four hours, a man she didn’t know from Adam awakened feelings she struggled to comprehend.

My Dom, indeed . Fuck me! I am jealous, and I sure as hell have no intention of sharing him with the likes of that megaton, she-shark.

“Oh, here she comes,” she snarled as Shakira gracefully got up and trotted over on ridiculously high spikes, which, to Violet, were completely out of place. Everyone else was either barefoot or wearing flats.

“Be nice.” Dexter frowned at her as he followed her gaze, then stared at the tall, perfectly shaped woman floating as if on air in a flowy, chiffon caftan. As she drew closer, it was very evident that she wasn’t wearing anything under it.

“Well, she sure as hell can’t be sluttier than that, can she?” Violet snickered angrily as Dexter seemed completely enamored with the vision of sensuality.

“Final warning, Violet. Behave,” he said as he smiled at Shakira. “How are our guests behaving so far?”

“They are a lovely bunch,” she cooed. “I can’t wait for the show to begin, especially the demonstrations your friends are going to do. Some of the members have also signed up to scene at various platforms set up in the lobby.”

“How about you?” Violet asked in a sugary lilt. She ignored Dexter’s warning look but was as shocked by the words coming from her mouth. She sounded like a jealous wife, for fuck’s sake! “Are you going to scene for the crowd?” She gestured at her outfit. “Seeing as you’re so… appropriately… undressed.”

“That’s enough,” Dexter’s voice dropped dangerously low. “You will not disrespect me in this way, Spitfire. I expect you to apologize for your rudeness. Now.”

“Rudeness?” Violet didn’t seem to be able to stop herself as her gaze seared over Shakira’s tall frame. “I’m just pointing out the obvious, Master D. I mean, she makes me feel completely overdressed.”

“Well, I never…” Shakira said in a shaky voice as she glanced around furtively.

Violet bit her lip as she realized they had drawn the attention of the entire restaurant. Everyone was watching Dexter with animated expressions. She cursed under her breath, realizing that she had overstepped the line. The thunderous look on his face warned her that she would be suffering the consequences.

“You’re right, Spitfire.” His voice turned darker and as dangerous as the devil himself. “Thank you for bringing that to my attention.” He gestured to the sundress she was wearing. “You are indeed overdressed. Strip… and I mean everything. I want you naked.”

Violet took one look at him and realized that protesting would only mean digging the hole deeper than she was already waist-deep in. With trembling fingers and acutely aware of the hundreds of eyes watching, she took off the dress, bra, and panties.

“Throw them out of the window.”

“What?” Violet crumbled the precious outfit against her waist. It was one of her favorite dresses that she had bought on a trip to Morocco a year ago. It had cost an arm and a leg to boot.

“You heard me. You’re not going to need it again tonight.”

“I love this dress,” she said in a small voice.

“Then you should’ve taken heed of my warning earlier.” His brow furrowed. “I’m done repeating an instruction. Do as I said, or your punishment will be doubled.”

“I’m already naked,” she snapped. “Isn’t that punishment enough?”

“Tsk, tsk,” he clicked his tongue at her. “For a brilliant attorney, you are rather naive in this world. Being naked isn’t your punishment, subbie. It was merely to correct your dress code since you pointed out you felt left out.”

“You… you…” Violet stuttered angrily but was incapable of articulating the words as she realized she had paved her own embarrassment.

“The dress. Throw it over. Now.”

She all but whimpered but knew that to push him any further would only result in an even harsher reaction from him.

“Shakira, please see that Zeus is prepped for his first little mermaid of the evening.”

“Of course, Master D.” Shakira smiled broadly as she all but skipped away to do his bidding.

Violet’s eyes turned to saucers as she recalled the punishment he had spelled out upon their arrival.

“You’re not serious.”

“I never joke when it comes to punishment, Violet. Besides, you asked for it.” His lips turned grim as he gestured to the crowd still watching them. “And you invited an entire entourage to enjoy the show.”

“Oh, fuck me,” she whimpered as she lowered her eyes, her head hanging dejectedly between hunched shoulders. Suddenly, the island lost its allure and mocked her with the impending humiliation awaiting her.

“I will apologize to Shakira, Master D, but please don’t make me… don’t make me fuck that statue.”

“Oh, you are going to apologize to her, make no mistake about that, but only after your punishment.” He stood unmoving against her pleading look. “You know how this works, Violet. You need to take accountability for your actions, and that only comes through punishment. You not only insulted Shakira in public, but you also disrespected me, your Dom, by doing so after I warned you to behave.”

He got up, and before she realized what he was about, he had once again pulled out the hated chain and had it locked into the collar around her throat.

“Now, shall we go?” His eyes narrowed when she didn’t immediately obey. “You can either walk out of here, or you can crawl. You choose, subbie.”

The warning was clear. Either she got up now, or she was going to crawl, and this time, there were so many more eyes watching than on the plane. She got up without further protest.

“Wise choice, Spitfire.”

By the time they arrived outside, Violet’s lower lip was painful from biting into it to prevent herself from begging like a baby to be absolved of punishment. She bore back as she looked up at the massive statue, which now looked twice as big as she remembered. From up close, the penis-shaped knob of the chair and Zeus’ thick thumb sticking up in the air looked absolutely monstrous. The thought of being embedded in both holes by the sleek marble statue caused her to palpitate.

“I can’t do this.” She pointed at the offending protrusions. “There is no way either of those is going to fit.”

“Oh, they’ll fit, never fear.” He leaned closer and continued in dulcet tones, “See, Violet, I’m betting that juicy, hot cunt of yours is already wet and pulsing at the thought of those rambunctious cocks inside you.”

“What do you mean rambunctious?” She frowned as she studied the offending objects, all too conscious that Dexter was right. To her shame, she could feel the stickiness of arousal slithering from her pussy.

“Your punishment is to fuck Zeus’s thumb and chair, but our friend Zeus is quite the demanding Master himself. His thumb and cock-like chair are going to do some fucking of their own.” He smiled at her expression. “It’s a motorized attachment specifically for club visits. Can’t have those on display all year round, right?” He took her elbow and dragged her over to the statue.

“Once you are seated, I will step away. The moment I switch on the flow of the fountain, you will start fucking Zeus. No matter what Zeus does, you will not stop until I am satisfied that you are properly vindicated for your disrespect.”

“What do you mean what Zeus does?”

“Come.” He took her hand and led her up the steps. “See, Zeus is already prepared for you.” He chuckled at her expression when she noticed the two appendages covered by thick rubber condoms. “To ensure your ride is effortless, I’ll even add a generous amount of lube.” He winked at her as he took the tube from Shakira and spread a thick layer over the marble cocks. “Although, the spicy aroma of your arousal teasing my nostrils means you’re probably lubricated enough to fuck him silly.”

“I’m so glad you’re having fun at my expense,” she growled and gingerly allowed him to pick her up.

“Spread your legs.” She followed his guidance blindly. “Now, place your feet on these marble steps to brace yourself.”

She clung to his shoulders as he lowered her until she stood on her toes, whimpering as she felt the hard knobs pressing between her legs.

“Good girl. Now, take your time and lower yourself, but I warn you, I know how much you can take, so don’t attempt to fool me by only taking the tips inside you. You will fill your cunt to the brink, understood?”

“Yes, Master D,” she said, feeling miserable as she slowly began to lower herself. Her cheeks flushed red as the crowd began to clap and cheer her on. “I fucking hate you, Dexter Flint.”

“Hate is such a strong word, subbie, especially since you are solely responsible for the situation you’re in.” He seemed unconcerned about her discontent with him. His eyes glimmered as he watched her slowly embed herself. “Don’t stop, Violet. You can take much more than that.”

Biting back a scathing response, she closed her eyes and pushed down. The feeling of her soft channel spreading wider and wider to accommodate the girth and hardness of the cock-like protrusion caused a flush of liquid heat to pave the way, and with a moan, she felt the tip slip deeper until it kissed against her cervix.

“Now, for Zeus’s finger,” Dex said. “All you need to do is lean back. Your ass is perfectly aligned, so you don’t even need to aim.”

“I don’t know if I can do this, Master D,” she wailed. She had been subjected to double penetration before, but having two stone cocks inside her filled her with dread.

“Relax, Violet. Although they feel as hard as granite at the moment, the cocks aren’t made of marble. They’re similar to dildos. All you need to do is get past the sphincter. Push out as it presses in, and you’ll be fine.”

“Fucking hell, I forgot how much it burns,” she moaned as she followed his instructions. It had been very long since she’d had anything up her ass, and having to do it herself wasn’t exciting or sexy at all.

“Finally,” Dexter drawled when she managed to sit perched and embedded to the brink. “Hold on to Zeus’s staff behind you. It’ll help you keep your balance. Your punishment will last a minimum of twenty minutes. And remember, Zeus is in charge. You do not stop fucking those appendages under any circumstances, even when you climax. Every time you do stop, the time doubles from whatever time you’re at the time. So, if you stop after ten minutes, I add another twenty.” He nodded at Shakira. “Here we go, Violet. Start fucking Zeus, and while you do, consider what had brought you here. I will not stop the fountain until you are properly contrite.”

Violet gripped the cold marble staff of Zeus tightly. Her knuckles turned white as she tentatively began to move her hips. The sensation of the two cocks inside her, filling her completely, was overwhelming. She bit her lip, trying to focus on the task at hand, but her body had other ideas. She could feel her arousal spiking, her breath hitching as the cocks suddenly began to thrust in and out of her, vibrating and increasing her lust.

“Oh God,” she gasped, her head falling back as the sensations coursed through her. “Oh, fuck, fuck!” she cried out, humiliated beyond imagination as her hips moved faster, and her body betrayed her as it chased pleasure. The crowd around her faded away, their cheers a distant echo as the fire burning inside her threatened to consume her.

Within two minutes, the first orgasm hit her like a freight train. “Fuck! I’m coming!” she screamed as her body convulsed when waves of pleasure washed over her. Dexter’s warning not to stop kept her moving, fucking the statue while the cocks continued to thrust into her. Soon, her legs began to feel like rubber, and her muscles ached from the exertion, but now stopping wasn’t even on her mind. All she could focus on was the pressure rapidly building inside her. She panted, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she screamed, “Too much! Please, Master D! It’s too much!”

But still, she couldn’t stop, even if she wanted to. She was now chasing the next climax as her body craved and demanded the release it brought. Sweat dripped down her face, with her hair sticking to her neck as she rode the statue with wild abandon.

“God, oh God… I can’t… fuuuck!”

Suddenly, she felt something brush over her clit. Looking down, her blood ran cold. “Oh Jesus! What the fuck is that?” she wailed, trying to move away from the giant leech-like creature attaching itself to her swollen nub. “No! No! Get it off me!” she screamed, her voice filled with horror, all the while continuing to fuck the statue.

No one came to her rescue as the creature latched on, and the sucking started. Violet lost it. She bucked and thrashed, her screams filling the air as she rode the two cocks with desperate, frantic movements spurred on by the incessant throbbing of her clit caused by the thing attached to it.

“Oh God! Oh fuck! It’s sucking me! It’s biting me!” She screamed in panic as her body was on fire as a mix of pleasure and pain completely discombobulated her.

“Fuck, Master D!” she begged in a hoarse voice. “Please, make it stop! I can’t take it anymore! It’s too much! It hurts… the sucking and biting… please!” she sobbed, then her body convulsed with another orgasm.

“Not yet, subbie. I don’t see you taking accountability for your actions yet.”

“I fucking hate you!” she cried as her body twitched and jerked against the cocks and the sucking leech who refused to give her any clemency, pushing her relentlessly toward the next shattering climax.

“At the moment, I’d be surprised if you didn’t.”

Violet barely registered his response. She was a mess, her body throbbing and aching, and her pussy, anus, and clit feeling like they were on fire. She was crying, her tears mixing with the sweat on her face as she choked out her apologies in a broken voice.

“I’m sorry, Shakira. I truly am. I shouldn’t have insulted you. I don’t know… please…” She sobbed and struggled to catch her breath. “I’m sorry, Master D. I fucked up. I know I did. It was wrong to disrespect you, to insult a friend, and to… to… to be so bitchy. Please, forgive me!” she begged as her body twitched as she lost complete control and suffered through climax after climax.

“No, no, no, no. P-Please m-make them s-stop!” Her cries filled the air. In a raw and brittle voice, she kept begging for forgiveness, begging for it to stop. But the statue and the leech kept driving her mercilessly over the edge. Now, her body was no longer her own, as her control was completely shattered.

When Dexter finally took pity on her and switched off the fountain, she still couldn’t stop. Her body was on autopilot, her hips kept moving of their own accord as the leech-like creature released her swollen nub and slid from her clit. “Please, make it s-stop,” she sobbed as her body wracked with another orgasm the moment that he carefully lifted her off the cocks.

“I c-can’t… it w-won’t s-stop,” she stammered. Her legs gave way, and she crumpled into his arms as her body shuddered with her cries echoing through the courtyard. She was broken, completely and utterly spent. Her body and mind had been pushed to their limits. And yet, amidst the turmoil, she felt a sense of release, of acceptance. She had faced her punishment, had accepted her actions, and had made amends.

“P-Please make it s-stop.” She clung to Dexter as her body was wracked with sobs, and her voice was no more than a broken whisper.

“Now that’s how you punish an insubordinate sub. Good job, Master D.” Violet heard the words and, for the first time, registered the crowd, still jeering as Dexter carried her toward a quiet seating area in the reception area and cuddled her on his lap.

“There, there, little one. You handled your punishment very well. I’m proud of you.”

“I’m sorry, M-Master D,” she hiccupped and silently swore to herself that she would never be disrespectful toward him again. There was no way she’d survive his punishments if this was what he did the first time.

“I’m sure you are, little one,” he purred as he ignored her protests and continued to rub a healing gel inside her pussy, rectum, and over her clit. “There, it’s a quick healing balm, so by the time we go back to the cabana, you’ll be ready for my cock.”

“Like hell. With all due respect, Master D, I’m all fucked out for the next month.”

Violet fell into a deep sleep with his delighted chuckle in her ears.