Chapter Fifteen

Ciska

T he Sky Dungeon, Club Decadent Sins, GoldenEye II Airbus...

Ciska heard the invitation, and her body immediately turned into a block of ice. Could she watch Master J flog and erotically caress another sub like they were? Maybe even fuck her at the end? He knew she wasn't into such pain as the two Doms were inflicting, so he wouldn't bother asking her. Frankly, she didn't expect him to, but at the same time, it would be selfish to deny him to participate in something as beautiful and seductive.

"So, little Nanja," he surprised her as he leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "I would love to be part of such an intimate and touching scene. Yes, it's wrapped in pain, but the pleasure is unbound and would end explosively. How brave do you feel, little one?"

Ciska turned her head to stare at him in shock. "You're asking me? You want me to be the sub for such a scene? I'm... you know I can't... I don't know," she ended lamely as something inside her urged her not to outright refuse. That with all the hard times she'd endured throughout her life, this might be exactly what she needed to finally break the chains of past mistakes and walk the uncharted paths she had avoided ever since.

"Yes, Nanja. I'm asking you. I wouldn't want to perform such a scene with anyone else."

"So, if I don't join you, you would rather offer the opportunity to someone else?"

"Yes, subbie, I would."

"I..." The hesitation was brief. "Well, we can't have that." That said, she jumped to her feet and held out a hand. "Come, Master J, it's time for me to be brave."

"Ah, love, you've just made me very happy."

"Don't sing my praises too soon, Master J. I'm shit scared, and I might break free and run out of the dungeon screaming after the first strike." She looked at the two Doms hesitantly. "They've been hitting their subs very hard. I don't think I'll be able to cope with that."

"Don't worry, little one. I'll warn them, but know this... we'll all push your boundaries, but never beyond what you can endure."

"Okie dokie then," she said in a chirpy voice that sounded like a frog had swallowed a pineapple skin. "Let's do this."

Within moments, Ciska stood on the platform, her naked body trembling slightly as she hooked her elbows with the other two women, forming a circle of solidarity and support. Contrary to them, her legs felt like rubber, and her entire body shuddered in fear.

"Easy, Nanja," Courtney said. "Just focus on your Dom. Trust him, keep your eyes on him, and all will be fine."

"Yes, even when he circles us and is out of sight, you will feel his eyes on you, watching, evaluating, and reaching out to you to ensure you he will always keep you safe." Calista squeezed her elbow. "You'll do great."

Ciska wasn't as confident as they were, but she took their advice to heart.

"Ready, little one?" Standing before her, Jax's voice thrilled low, causing a tango of shivers to tiptoe down her spine. His palms traced over her body in a feathered caress that started at her nipples before trailing down her heaving stomach and ending with a gentle toggle of her clit. A finger slipped deep inside her, and a pleased smile tugged at his lips as he found her hot and wet.

"Hmm, I see you are more than ready," he murmured, cupping her cheek. Although his touch was tender, there was an underlying firmness that grounded her. "Remember, you're in control. Even though this is a demonstration, if it becomes too much, use the safe word."

"Red, yes, I know," Ciska replied, her voice quivering slightly. She wondered if she would even remember the word when the pain became overwhelming, crushing her mind and consuming her senses.

"Good. I'll take care of you, Nanja. Always remember that." He kissed her gently. "Watch me, love. Only me."

Ciska locked eyes with him, and her breath caught in her throat as the first light kiss of the flogger touched her skin. The men began to circle them, the leather strips swishing through the air before making contact. The initial strikes were soft, almost teasing, leaving a warm, tingling sensation in their wake. One round, two, and her skin began to heat, her nerves coming alive with each gentle touch of the flogger.

The strikes intensified, drawing gasps and moans from deep within her. The leather landed across her breasts with a sudden sharp sting, yet bearable. She watched Jax, and although he disappeared from view as he circled them, she felt his presence the entire time, aware of his intense concentration and desire when their eyes met.

"Oh, shitting fireflies," she moaned as a flogger wrapped around her waist, the strips of leather biting into her skin, leaving a trail of fire that made her cry out again and again. But they were laced with something more than pain— a raw, primal need surging through her and igniting her senses.

The leather strips circled her thighs, and the heat of the strike that seared her flesh sent a jolt of electricity straight to her core.

"Easy, little one," Jax's voice floated toward her as tears began to fall, and her body trembled uncontrollably. She held his gaze, and her body relaxed as he became the anchor keeping her afloat. The pain was intense, but not the reason for her tears.

No, it was a reaction to the connection she felt and the trust she had in him and he in her. She now leaned into each strike that became a testament to her submission, a test of her strength, and her willingness to surrender.

"I... fucking hell, I need... I need..." She couldn't verbalize the raging desires inside her as her breath came in ragged gasps, and her body glimmered in the light, slick with sweat and desire. The world around her faded, the sounds of the other women's moans and the crack of the floggers becoming distant echoes. All that mattered was Jax, his eyes, his touch, his unspoken promises. She clung to him with her gaze as her body sizzled like a hot fire raging across a forest. Never before had her mind been in such a whirlwind of sensation and emotion.

Pain and pleasure intertwined, and Ciska found herself surrendering, not just to the physical sensations, but to the depth of her feelings for Jax. Each strike brought her closer to him, each gasp a whispered confession of her growing need and absolute trust in him.

She was his, completely and utterly, and in that moment, she knew she wouldn't have it any other way.

"What is it that you need, subs?" Ruark's dark voice floated toward her, but Ciska could only focus on Jax. His hands were on her, caressing her glowing and sensitive breasts. Although her skin was sore and sensitive, she lost herself in his touch, which was as soothing as it was electrifying. The desperate responses from the women beside her were nothing more than distant murmurs, their voices garbled as she stared deeply into Jax's eyes.

"Tell me, Nanja... what do you need?" His deep, dark voice resonated within her and urged her to give full rein to her needs and desires. It was a command, a plea, and a promise all rolled into one.

"You, Master J," she whispered in a voice trembling with emotion. "I need you. Now. Here. Fuck me... please." The words escaped her lips like a secret, a confession of her deepest longing. She desperately wanted to reach out to him, to pull him closer, but she was still interlocked with the women by her sides, their elbows hooked together as they prepared for the ultimate sixsome.

"Your wish is my command, little subbie," Jax murmured, his eyes never leaving hers. His words were still echoing in her mind when he thrust his hard cock hilt deep inside her.

"Oh, fuck, yes!" Ciska hissed as her body arched into his. The flash of pain as his chest and pants rubbed against her flogged skin only escalated her lust and sent a surge of heat coursing through her veins. With a loud moan and emotions flowing through her, she gave herself over to the raw and roughness of her Dom's possession.

Every thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through her, and every retreat left her aching for more. She reveled in the feel of every inch of him, filling her, completing her, as their bodies moved in absolute sync. The pain from the flogging morphed into a heightened sensitivity, and every touch and brush of his skin against hers sent fresh sparks of desire dancing across her nerves.

In her mind, she envisioned what the crowd was seeing. A circle of women, each being possessed by their men, each more dominant than the other. It was a picture that would forever be ingrained in her mind.

"Master J... more," she panted as her body teetered on the edge, waiting for that one final nudge. There was only Jax— his scent, his touch, his voice. They consumed her and wrapped her in a cloak of euphoria. She was drowning in him, and she never wanted to surface.

"Almost there, little one," he grunted in her ear as he pounded into her, pushing her closer and closer.

"Yesss," she moaned in a testament of her surrender. Her climax was building, a coiling tension tightening deep within her, ready to snap and send her spiraling into ecstasy.

"Jax... Master J..." she gasped, her voice a plea and a prayer wrapped into one little word, "Please..."

"Come for me, Nanja," he commanded in a low growl. "Let go, little one. I've got you."

All she needed were his words... she shattered. The orgasm ripped through her in a wave of pleasure so intense, it stole her breath and left her shaking.

"Holy fucking fiddle sticks!" she cried out as her body convulsed around him, and her fingers dug into the arms of the women beside her as much as theirs were into hers.

"Fuck yes," Jax roared out his release.

"Ohh," she moaned as the heat of him spilled deep inside her, their climaxes merging into one shared moment of pure, unadulterated bliss.

As the waves of pleasure began to ebb, Ciska's legs gave way as the women unlocked themselves from her.

"I've got you, love," Jax whispered in her ear as his arms wrapped around her, lifting her effortlessly.

Her body was boneless, and her mind floated in a haze of satisfaction and contentment. Her cheeks were wet with tears, but they were tears of joy, of release, of realization.

"There now, little one. Breathe... I've got you."

Ciska snuggled closer into him as he settled on a chair in the entertainment area. For the first time in her life, she was content. She had finally found love— a love more profound than she could ever have imagined. It was a love that accepted her as she was, that pushed her boundaries and challenged her limits. A love that saw her strength and her vulnerability, her desires and her fears, and embraced them all. It was a love that set her free even as it bound her to him, a love that promised a future filled with endless possibilities.

"I know, Master J." She smiled impishly as she leaned up to kiss him. "And... I've got you."

At that moment, as she clung to Jax, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of their shared passion, Ciska knew she had found her home. She had found her heart. She had found her Master. And she would never let him go.

She smiled up at him, a teasing tweak of her lips as she said, "You really do have a beautiful cock, Master J."

Jax's bellow of laughter rippled through the air. She soaked in the sound, watching his face become relaxed and filled with warmth.

A beautiful man with a beautiful cock. How lucky can one girl get?

And once again, for the second time, you begged him to fuck you in full view of the entire club.

Holy shit! I've turned into a nymphomaniac.

That's not necessarily a bad thing.

Indeed, it's not.