Chapter Five

Ciska

T he sky dungeon of NY Club Decadent Skies...

Holy freaking flying flamingos! What have I let myself in for? Ciska's feet planted themself two steps into the dungeon and refused to move as she stared around wide-eyed upon entering a small entrance hall with a black and gold marble desk manned by a sultry brunette. Her eyes brightened as she noticed Jax.

"Master J, welcome... to your own dungeon," she giggled, a sound that grated on Ciska's nerves as Jax returned her smile before leaning in to kiss her on the cheek.

"Having you meet me upon entry makes it even more special," he crooned softly but loud enough for Ciska to hear.

Ugh... syrupy sweet isn't the word. Get a move on, why dontcha?

Okaaay... possessive some, aren't we?

Me? About him? That asshat? Puleeze!

Hmm... it seems the lady doth protest too much.

Just zip it.

No matter how the inner debate annoyed her, she had a hard time not glaring at the flirty sub— especially since there was a glimmer in Jax's eyes that spoke of intimate knowledge of the woman.

Now that, right there, didn't sit well with her. He was supposed to be her Dom for the night, not reminiscing with an old sub-flame.

"I'm sorry, Master J. I know the lady is with you, but I have to follow club protocol and verify she has signed the NDA and submitted her limit list." The snippy chit's voice had a melodious ring to it, which was quite smooth on the ear. Of course, it served to annoy Ciska even more.

Get a grip, woman. You're acting like a teenager with her first crush. You've only kissed the man a couple of times, for goodness' sake. You hardly know him. Act your damn age.

"Of course." Jax nudged Ciska closer to the desk. "Press your thumb on the scanner, please." His voice sounded deeper and darker than Ciska had ever heard before. Something inside her stirred, as if a part of her was slowly awakening. Was that the Dom voice Willow had referred to? At the time, she had laughed and shrugged it off. How could just the tone of a man's voice turn a woman's inside to mush?

Indeed? Then why did it feel like all she wanted to do was follow every devilish order he gave her in that same voice without one iota of protest filling her mind?

Her thumb pressed on the unit while she was still struggling to compute what was happening to her.

"Thank you, Master J. Nanja is confirmed." The sub winked saucily at him. "Have a good time."

"I intend to, little one."

Whipping her ass was definitely not on Ciska's list of having a good time, but what did she know? Kinky people had a different sense of fun and pleasure, that much she had come to realize watching Willow and Max over the past six months.

At times, she was shocked at how meek Willow was, but the next moment, she would turn into a brat and taunt Max to such an extent, his eyes turned turbulent and dark. Watching the transition scared the shit out of Ciska, but it seemed to excite Willow to no end.

I'd be spitting horse shit if I tried to understand the dynamics of their relationship.

Especially since she had initially believed practicing BDSM was limited to Club Decadent Skies. How wrong she had been. Max turned into a powerful Dom within seconds, and Willow basked in the effect she had on him.

She glanced furtively at Jax, imagining how she would react when he gave her that kind of look.

"Shall we?"

Ciska cast a sharp glare at him. "Shall we what? Go and whip my ass?"

"You were warned, Nanja. I suggest you don't add to the number of strikes by continuing your disrespectful tone." His voice darkened perceptively.

The grating sound resonated deep inside her, stirring the same thrill once more.

"You're in the dungeon now. I will not tolerate any insubordination." His fingers caught her chin to force her eyes to his. "This can be an enlightening and pleasurable experience or a painful one. You decide, but I urge you to keep quiet and pay attention to what's happening around you. Watch and learn, little subbie. See and feel what it is this place, this lifestyle, has to offer." He leaned closer, his lips brushing tantalizingly over hers. "More importantly, what I have to offer."

"I'm scared," she finally admitted to what the queasy feeling she had been trying to ignore meant. But, damn it to hell, the screams of pain, the deep, taunting voices, and the smell of arousal and sex coming from the dungeon completely overwhelmed her. If only she knew whether it was the prospect of pain or pleasure that scared her the most.

"Being scared is good since all this is new to you. Allow yourself to relax and switch off that brilliant mind of yours. In here, as your Dom, it's my responsibility to do the thinking for you. To understand what it is your body needs, to tap into the submissive and unleash the kind of needs you have only secretly dreamed of."

"Yet, you intend on whipping me. How does that aid me in relaxing?"

"One thing you need to remember, little one, is that you are the one with the control— at all times. All you need to do is use your safeword, and it stops. No questions asked, no hesitation." His eyes swirled with a devilish glimmer. "However, if you truly wish to embrace the submissive I know is inside you, you won't use it unless you truly can't take anymore. One thing I can promise you, is that however much I will push your boundaries, I will know before you do when you have reached your limit."

"I find that hard to believe," she snickered. "Especially since I have no idea what or where my own boundaries are."

"Willow explained the limit list items to you in detail, from what I understand. At the moment, you have a very small variety of what you're prepared to do. I accept that, and for now, that's the boundaries we will play in, and that includes punishments. However, I won't be a proper Dom or do you any favors if I don't push those boundaries."

"So, if I said a hard no to items on that list, you won't expect me to do any of them?"

"I won't even suggest it, but the ones you said maybe to, I will. I will also expect you to revisit your limit list as you progress as a submissive."

Ciska mulled over his words as her eyes darted through the arch leading into the dungeon beyond. Not that she needed to since this was a once-off trip into the world of kink.

Yeah, right. Repeating it so many times negates the meaning of it, don't you know?

Oh, just shut up.

The sounds from within echoed through her mind, taunting her with the conflict between screams of pain and shouts of pleasure.

"Come, I'll take you on a tour of the dungeon first, then we'll take care of your punishment."

"What about the sub you were supposed to punish? Isn't that what led to me being the one now lined up for punishment?"

"Indeed, but Axel offered to take care of it instead, so I can give you my full attention."

"Ain't I the lucky one?" she mumbled incoherently.

"What was that?" He glanced at her, his gaze sharp with reprimand. "I don't appreciate mumbling, Nanja. If you have something to say, do it properly."

"I was merely clearing my throat, Master J."

"Hmm." He grunted. "As my sub, I will expect you to walk in a submissive pose with your hands clasped behind your back, shoulders back, and your tits pushed out. Some Doms demand their subs to keep their eyes lowered. I don't. I prefer to see every thought, every emotion, and every denial that flashes through those blue beauties."

"This is going to be quite a trying trip, I see," she muttered under her breath but dutifully clasped her hands behind her back and followed him into the dungeon. His grin didn't sit well with her, but she bit her bottom lip to keep from spurting out her annoyance. She suspected there was a time when a submissive instinctively knew not to further aggravate her Dom. In her opinion, this was one of them. He might be amused by her, but it could be a ploy to draw her out.

Gmphf! I'm onto you, J-ster. I might not be a submissive, but I'm not an idiot. I have no intention of adding more to my punishment.

Hmm, your punishment. It seems someone has bought into this whole spanking-pleasure-pain debacle.

Except Ciska suspected it was anything but a debacle. Master J didn't strike her as the kind of dominant who took his role as punisher lightly.

A shrill scream yanked her attention to the left. She had been so preoccupied, she hadn't paid attention or noticed that they were already circling the dungeon floor.

"Oh, my." She gaped at the woman strapped to a punishment bench. Her legs were spread wide and tied back to side bars. She was naked, and her bare pussy was glowing red from the lashes of a short-tailed whip the Dom was yielding. Without thought, she shuffled closer to Jax, half shielding herself under his arm. "There is no way in hell I'm ever doing that."

"What? Scene naked or—"

"That!" She pointed as the Dom once again landed a strike to the center of the subs spread open pussy. "Those freaking leather strips are all over... even inside her! That's... that's... hell no! Never, ever."

"Remember what I said, Nanja," Jax crooned as he placed his arm around her shoulder and pulled her flush against his side. "Watch and learn. Pay attention to how she reacts, when she reacts... then feel what she does." He tapped her under the chin. "It's not all about pain, little one. It's about what message is sent to other parts of the body."

"You are not going to tell me she's aroused by all this. Look at her. Her skin is glowing red, and the welts left by the flogger... oh, Lord. I think I'm gonna faint," she wailed as the submissive released another shrill scream.

"No, you're not," he scoffed. "Now, do as I said. Watch, learn, experience. Three little things. Come on, Nanja. You can do it."

Blinking a couple of times, she once again forced her gaze back to the woman on the bench. Her hands were curled into fists around the Velcro straps binding her to the bench. After every strike, she squeezed her eyes shut as she screamed or shifted, her hips dipping and rising. Now that Ciska was paying attention, she realized that instead of trying to avoid the strikes, she was lifting herself as if inviting each hit.

"Impossible," she whispered. "She can't be enjoying this."

"Except, she is. Watch," Jax said. "This is an erotic whipping. See? The Dom whips her until she whimpers and screams, then he caresses and teases her swollen bits until she's ready to burst with lust... that's when he continues the whipping. Every conflicting caress ratchets up her desire, her need to fully submit to him and offer him the ultimate prize." His voice lowered. "To give her what she is now desperate to have."

"She wants him to fuck her."

"Exactly."

Ciska's eyes widened as the sub reiterated what she had just said by begging the Dom to fuck her.

"She wants him to... right here? In front of everyone watching?"

"A Dom will always give his sub what she needs, and if that's something they're both comfortable with, he will fuck her right there."

"Just like that? Bound and at his mercy."

"Not his mercy, Nanja. Remember, this is a two-way relationship— a mutually agreed exchange of power. As much as the Dom needs his sub to submit to him, she yearns for him to dominate her. His ultimate goal is to offer her the utmost pleasure, and only once that's done will he follow. A Dom's main goal is to protect and care for his submissive... in every way possible."

Ciska heard the words, but her eyes were glued to the scene unfolding. Her ears warmed, and her cheeks glowed as she watched the Dom sheath his cock in a condom before slowly dipping the tip inside the sub's pussy. She moaned as her hips danced upward, only to cry out as the Dom slapped her tits, warning her not to move.

"Oh my God." Ciska couldn't take her eyes off the red outline of his fingers at the top of her breasts, fully cognizant of how the sharp crack of skin on skin had elevated the woman's lust. More concerning was her own nipples responding by growing hard as pebbles. It was impossible to keep her hands clasped as instructed. Folding her arms across her chest, she did her best to ignore the throbbing and tingling in her clit. How is it possible? It was as if the Dom had slapped her breasts. She felt them pulsing in reaction, leaving her so aroused, her mind was in shambles.

The sub was now begging, unconcerned at the crowd watching and spurring the Dom on. He continued to tease her until, finally, he thrust hilt deep and started a rough, powerful rhythm that lifted the sub's hips clear off the table. The coupling was rough, raw, and so erotic, Ciska was on the verge of a climax along with the woman on the table. By the time the Dom grunted as he orgasmed, she was a trembling mess.

"Talk to me, little one. What are you feeling?"

Jax's guttural voice rocketed her lust to full throttle. If he had to as much as brush his fingers over her nipples, she would most likely combust and climax.

"I... I don't want to talk about it." She quickly turned and continued further, praying that he would allow her the time to come to terms with what she was experiencing. With difficulty, she forced her attention to study the dungeon. The equipment was all manufactured with lightweight aluminum and plush black and copper leather. It was aesthetically pleasing to the eye. Clearly, no expense was spared in designing and creating a club that justified the membership fee. Of course, they only catered for the rich and famous, so nothing but the best would do.

As they moved further, Ciska soon realized what she was seeing, smelling, and experiencing was the core of Club Decadent Skies. The kink, the raw sexuality of every act, of the softest touch, and of the sharpest strike— all added up to what encapsulated the lifestyle they lived.

This dungeon was the personification of the five Club Masters— Max, Jax, Dexter, Rex, and Axel. Each of them exuded confidence and power that demanded respect... not to mention lust from every sub who watched them walk by.

Jax finally reined her in when she attempted to move ahead again. The softest touch against her waist was enough to stop her in her tracks. His breath was a warm wisp against her cheek.

"I'll allow your impertinence to slide, this once, but make no mistake, Nanja, we are going to talk about those flashes of emotions I saw in your eyes watching the Dom fuck his sub."

"So, that's what this is all about?" She gestured around. "Sex. Withholding the ultimate pleasure and only giving in after you've whipped a woman into submission."

Jax chuckled, the glow in his eyes devilish and wicked. "Oh, I'm going to have so much fun proving to you that there is pleasure to be had that doesn't involve pain." His brows drew together. "And no, it's not all about sex, and I'd be disappointed if that's all you took away from the experience." He regarded her steadily. "But that's not true, though, is it?"

Ciska lowered her eyes, refusing to acknowledge he was right. Yes, the end result was sex, and it was raw, rough... but amazingly beautiful— only because both the Dom and the sub were emotionally bound at that moment. Their coupling had evolved far beyond mere sexual lust.

Although Ciska suddenly and unexplainably found herself yearning for such an experience, she feared it would be impossible to walk away from a man like Jax once she did.