Chapter Fourteen

Ciska

C lub Decadent Sins , GoldenEye II Airbus, forty thousand feet above the North Atlantic Ocean, heading toward Vitet— a quartier of Saint Barthélemy in the Caribbean...

"Now I understand why Jax was so insistent Willow and I join him on this trip. Damn, it's good to see you two again." Max pumped first Ruark, then Quinlan's hands before kissing their wives on the cheeks. "Welcome to Club Decadent Skies. I hope you'll join the Miami routes at some point."

"I'm amazed at how authentic you managed to keep the dungeon feel and that aboard an Airbus." Ruark looked around as he spoke. "We'll definitely make a point of regular trips on CDS."

"Ruark and Quinlan agreed to do their famous double-up scene as a demonstration," Jax interjected.

"Well, that will definitely boost the excitement of the trip, that's for sure," Max said with a grin. "I saw them perform it once before, and it was like an erotic voyage between four people. Good call, Jax."

"Of course," Jax chuckled. "I'm a businessman first and foremost. I've set it up in the center of the dungeon. Will you be ready in thirty minutes?"

"We were born ready." Quinlan slapped him on the shoulder. "You youngsters have a lot to learn."

"Says the man who insists that he's not old," Calista teased as she slipped in under his arm to cuddle against him.

"Careful, little Vanilla," he drawled as he hugged her closer. "Or this demonstration could easily turn into a punishment."

"Why?" she cut back cheekily. "Because I dare speak the truth?"

"Vanilla?" Calista asked curiously. "I thought that's what someone who is new to the lifestyle is called."

"She was when we met," Quinlan's gaze filled with warmth and admiration for his wife as he looked at her. "I teased her by calling her Vanilla from the day we met, and the name stuck. It's become her club name."

Ciska was amazed at the look of love, affection, and the intimate closeness the four strangers showed each other. It wasn't just between each individual couple; it was like they were part of one unit— a family, almost.

She stole a peek at Max and Willow before her gaze settled on Jax. She didn't know either of the men that well, but over the past weeks since she had first stepped onto the GoldenEye, she experienced a similar feeling. Like this was where she belonged, where she felt safe... and perhaps even loved.

"Well, we have our own little vanilla right here," Dexter interjected as he joined them and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "My cuz hit the jackpot with this one." Dexter snorted but ignored Jax's warning growl, taunting him further by planting a smooch on her cheek.

"You're asking for it, Dex," Jax grunted.

"See? I've never seen him this possessive over any woman, and they're not even a couple."

"Says who?" Jax prevented any further contact by dragging Ciska from Dexter's grasp and hugging her close. "Have you seen either of us scening with anyone else?"

"Nope," Dexter agreed with a wide grin. "Not that the poor woman has any opportunity to, even if she wanted to, since you're forever hogging her heels."

"Shut up, Dex, before I bloody your nose. Suffice it to say, Nanja is my sub and has been since the first night she stepped foot inside the club."

"Hmm, perhaps you should make a public announcement since I don't think the club subbies have gotten the message. In fact, they keep rubbing their tits all over you to get your attention for a scene."

"That's true. I stand witness to it more often than I care to," Ciska interjected in a voice much sharper than she intended. "He's like the tit magnet in the sky."

Jax's fingers stroked over the leather collar fitted snugly around her throat. "This marks you as mine. There's no need to make an announcement."

"Oh, really?" Ciska blinked innocently at him. "Should I then have a similar collar made with the words Sub Nanja's? You know, just so that you are also marked as belonging to me and not the club's muscle pole for nipple exercising."

Amid the laughter from the people surrounding them, Jax's eyes remained locked on her. She didn't blink. For once, she stood her ground. If he wanted to go all apeshit possessive over her and cockblock any other man from touching her, then so be it... but the damn Dom better be able to take what he dished out.

"I'm afraid she's got you there, Master J," Ruark said with a deep chuckle. "I'd tread lightly if I were you. Believe me, Quin and I learned our lessons. She might be a vanilla, but she's definitely a fast learner."

"Indeed, she is," Jax murmured. The glow in his eyes sparked a warmth inside Ciska she had never experienced before— an emotion that had eluded her because no one ever bothered to look past the assertive, confident woman she was to the one inside yearning to be loved. Master J... he did, and instinct warned her that he knew.

But it's impossible. I can't be falling in love with him. She silently denied the worrying discovery. It's... I don't know how to love. Theo is a prime example of my failure in that department, and besides, I'm the last woman he'd ever lose his heart to.

Says who?

Says me. I'm a criminal, remember? An ex-con. Once he finds out about that... no more possessive Dom.

Yeah, well. There's that, but I say, Carpe Diem, girl. Enjoy what he offers for as long as you can.

"It's time," Jax's deep voice interrupted the upsetting relay in her mind. "Shall we move to the dungeon for the demonstration? Axel just made the announcement, and I daresay everyone on board will be watching."

Upon entering the dungeon, Ciska was immediately conscious of the change in atmosphere. As usual, she was drawn by the ambiance that thrilled with what made Club Decadent Skies— the power of Dominance vs submission. Every time she stepped through the door, it was like a cloak enveloping her... This time was no different, no matter that she wasn't going to be a participant. It was like her entire demeanor changed within a blink of an eye. She clasped her hands behind her back, squared her shoulders, and pushed out her breasts. As had become her habit, instead of walking a step behind and to the left of Master J, she shuffled closer until her tits brushed his arm.

She suppressed a giggle as the irony of her action wasn't lost on her.

Wouldn't you know , her inner voice taunted. You, too, became a nipple teaser !

"Come, we have front-row seats," Jax said as he led her to one of the comfortable bucket chairs placed in a circle around the platform. Taking a seat, he pointed to a spot between his feet. "Please, sit down, Nanja, in the Nadu position, please."

Without protest, she immediately sat down, pulling her legs in under her, spreading her knees apart, with her palms facing upward on her thighs. Jax's hand curled around her throat as he gently nudged her closer until she was cocooned within the V of his legs. These were the moments, the gestures that she had come to treasure. He didn't have to exert his dominance over her; she felt it reach out to her from deep within, and no matter that she had believed the opposite, it was what her inner submissive reacted to.

Yep, completely reformed and well on your way to becoming a sub for good.

Would that be such a bad thing?

Hell, no. Quite the contrary. I think it's just what you need.

For the first time, the two voices in her mind agreed on something. A pleased smile remained on her lips as she watched Courtney and Calista standing back-to-back, with their arms interlocked at their elbows. They pressed their shoulders against each other, which caused their breasts to jut out. With their legs spread wide, they represented sensual submission. They were naked and seemed relaxed and at ease. Their bodies— even though, at a guess, almost twenty years her senior— were firm and beautiful.

Ruark and Quinlan joined them on the platform. They were now shirtless, and although Ciska judged them to be in their late fifties, they drew sighs of oohs and aahs from the subs watching. Tall, with rippling muscles, they were the epitome of domination.

"Oh," Ciska gasped as the two men began circling the women, their hands tracing over their curves as they walked. She had watched many scenes, but witnessing how two couples who obviously had a very intimate connection interacted was mind-blowing, especially since the women reacted equally strongly to a Dom who wasn't her husband when they caressed, kissed, and sucked their nipples and pussies. "I... er," she glanced hesitantly over her shoulder. "Do they share their wives?"

"It's well known that the Masters of Club Alpha Cove love to have threesomes and foursomes, and although they do allow another of their friends to throat fuck or have anal sex with their wives, the ultimate intimate act is off-limits. Their connection is so strong because they all love and respect each other. It has been so for the past fifteen years."

"They do have a visual bond," Ciska murmured as her eyes widened with fascination as the two men stepped back, each picking up a long-length leather flogger. They snapped their wrists, sending the strips swishing through the air to end in a resounding crack that made Ciska jump.

"Oh, jumping sizzle sticks," she murmured with her heart pounding in her chest. The two women, however, had the opposite reaction. Their teeth caught their bottom lips as if they were biting down in anticipation. At the same time, their cheeks were flushed rosy pink as they shuffled their feet eagerly.

"They... they're looking forward to the flogging," she whispered in awe. The two Doms began to circle their subs, flicking the floggers with expert precision. The leather strips kissed the women's skin with light strikes, barely touching them, yet the effect was immediate. They danced in place as their bodies flushed with excitement. Their eagerness for more was present in their breaths coming in quick gasps, and their eyes gleaming... and to Ciska's shock, desire.

"These Masters know the pleasures of their subs better than any Dom I have ever come across. But don't be fooled. As much as this scene portrays the unbreakable intimate bond in a long-term Dom-sub relationship, when it comes to punishment, they won't be swayed to correct their sub's attitude." His fingers tightened around her throat in a gentle yet firm grip that sent a shiver down her spine. "It's something I aim to achieve with my own special sub one day... to read every nuance of her needs, every sigh, and every reaction from her body as she willingly submits to my domination."

Ciska locked his words in a little compartment of her mind to dissect later. Although she detected a subtle promise in his voice, she didn't want to make assumptions that could later turn into heartbreak. Jax being a possessive Dom, and her just discovered perplexed emotions for him, didn't automatically equate to them traveling the same path as these couples.

"Oh, sweet little dinky toes, that looks so erotic... and so painful!" Her voice escaped in a thin wail as the scene before her intensified. The women's gasps turned to moans and eventually to cries of pain as the circling Doms steadily increased the heaviness of their strikes. The leather landed with sharp cracks against their skin, leaving red lines that crisscrossed their bodies. Their breasts, stomachs, and thighs were marked with the kiss of the flogger. Ciska couldn't help but be enchanted by the stark contrast against their now glistening skin.

Ciska was stumped by her body's reaction to the scene— arousal being at the forefront of her mind, which presented itself in a heavy throb of her clit. It was as if she felt every sting of the leather against her own skin and the heat that she was sure was radiating from their bodies. Yet there was an undeniable beauty in their submission, a trust so profound, it allowed them to find pleasure in the pain. She watched, captivated, as the women leaned into each strike, and she listened to the nuances of their cries filled with raw, primal need that resonated deep within her.

"This is... beautiful," she said softly.

"Indeed, it is, my little Nanja," Jax's voice sounded far off as the room seemed to grow hotter as the air thickened with the scent of leather and the musk of arousal.

Ciska's heart pounded in her chest. She had stopped attempting to hide her reaction, and her breath was escaping from her lips in short, quick gasps.

Although she was a spectator, she felt inexplicably connected to the scene unfolding before her as each strike of the flogger echoed within her own desires and fears— with visions of her submitting to Master J's flogger for his pleasure... and hers. The scene was a dance of dominance and submission, a ballet of pain and pleasure, which she found terrifying but simultaneously enthralling.

Flogging and whipping were a hard no on her list, but watching the two subs' reaction, all she wanted was to show her own Master just how much she had come to trust him and that he was the one who could offer her beauty in pain.

"Master J," Ciska was ripped from her fascination as Ruark's deep voice sounded from in front of her. "Would you like to join us?" He looked at Ciska with a barely-there smile, his expression one of deep concentration and still caught in what she imagined was a Dom high. "Perhaps with your little blonde subbie?"

"I'd love to, Ruark," Jax said without hesitation. Ruark returned to the center of the platform and joined Quinton, who was stroking and pinching a nipple from each of the women, eliciting shrieks of pleasure-pain from them.