Chapter Seven

Ciska

T he Sky Dungeon of NY Club Decadent Skies...

"You want to string me up? You just spanked me as punishment, and now you want to put me in chains for a scene? In case you forgot, whipping and flogging with any kind of impact tool is a hard no for me."

"I'm well aware of that, subbie." Jax didn't bother to hide his amusement at the deadeye stare she awarded him.

"Pray tell me then, for what other purpose do I need to hang from the roof other than to be whipped?" She locked her fingers around opposite elbows and regarded him cynically as one toe tapped irritably on the floor.

"I promise you, Nanja, there are going to be no impact tools used during this scene." He curled his hand around her nape and fisted his fingers around a clump of hair. Increasing the pressure, he pulled, forcing her chin upward to meet his eyes.

"Trust is the most important factor between a Dom and a sub. Not only from the sub but also from the Dom to her. As much as she needs to trust that he knows what her body yearns for, so must he trust that she fully embraces the care he exerts to offer her just that."

Ciska couldn't, for the life of her, break eye contact. She had known Jax Crowthorne for just over six months and had joined him at Max and Willow a couple of times for dinner parties, but he had always kept his distance. That alone was proof that she could trust him because as much as she had felt the attraction between them, she knew he had, too. Yet, he had never pursued her. She had often wondered why. Now, stepping into his world, she realized it was because he knew and respected that she wasn't into the same lifestyle.

That entire concept had shifted. She read it in his eyes. Coming to the club, knowing what they did here, in his mind, changed the playing field. He was out to get her... and the devilish glint in his eyes warned her that he was coming for her with all guns blazing.

Ciska was caught in a conundrum. One part of her brain screamed at her to turn tail and run... the other kept nudging her to take a chance. To bury the restrictions that her past kept her chained to and jump in with both feet.

"I believe I can trust you, Master J," she murmured in a husky voice, praying that she wouldn't come to regret the choice she had just made.

"And I you, Nanja." Catching her elbow in a loose grip, he led her to the far corner of the dungeon. "Your limit list stipulates that you are willing to participate in voyeurism."

"Er..." Her head whipped around to look at him cautiously. "It does, but perhaps not on my first night, and also depending on what level of voyeurism you're considering."

"Our scene will only offer you the full effect if you're naked." He waited, watching her mull over the vision in her mind. "I know it's your first time, which is why I chose this corner. You won't be in full view of anyone apart from me and those circling the dungeon to watch."

"I'm not sure how I feel seeing people gawking at my naked bits," she mumbled as she looked around. Most people were scening, and the clumps of people watching didn't even spare them a glance.

"You won't be seeing anything." His smile was wicked. "You'll be blindfolded."

Ciska's heart rate increased substantially. Being in the dark and not knowing what was coming somehow sounded a lot more frightening than being whipped with a flogger.

Her breath stuttered as he dragged her against his body. With eyes dark and dangerous, he moved her upper body sideways, teasing her nipples to hardness against his muscled chest.

"Being blindfolded forces your senses to sharpen. To focus on one specific aspect of what you're experiencing while locking out everything and everyone else around you. There's nothing sinister going to happen, subbie. It'll only be you and me the entire scene."

Ciska took a deep breath, digging deep for the courage to act rather than overthink her decision.

"Very well." Her voice was steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. "But blindfold me first, then I'll take my clothes off."

"That I can do." Jax's deep voice darkened and thrilled through her mind.

Before she had the opportunity to change her mind, he placed a black satin blindfold over her eyes, tightening the band until it fit snugly. Panic momentarily surged through her as her world plunged into darkness.

"All good, little one?" Jax asked with his large hands gently caressing her shoulders.

"I'll have you know, Master J, going from a bright room to instant blackness isn't fun," Ciska retorted sourly. This was so much different from switching off the light at night. There was no lightening of the darkness into a moonlit shade... only a deep darkness that...

Holy shit... soothes me , she lilted to herself. How's that even possible?

"Relax, Nanja," Jax murmured as he traced soothing circles on her skin. "Not only your body but your mind. Let that sharp brain of yours rest for a while. Stop thinking and just feel... and experience... touch."

Touch? What the devil does he mean by that? Ciska's mind was a whirlwind of curiosity.

Oh, for crickets' sake. Do as the man said and stop thinking.

Says she who never shuts up. She sneered at her inner voice.

Don't worry. From this moment forth, my lips are zipped.

The cool brush of the air conditioning against her skin alerted her to the fact that while she had been in a verbal tiff with her mind, Jax had undressed her. She stood naked, her body exposed and vulnerable, yet she felt a thrill of anticipation coursing through her veins.

"Lift your foot, please," Jax instructed gently but firmly. Automatically, she complied, lifting one foot then the other as he removed her shoes, leaving her barefoot and naked. He kept one hand in constant contact with her body in a reassuring presence that grounded her in the darkness. The clang of chains sent a shiver of consternation down her spine.

"Oh, shit-shit-shit," she moaned as, moments later, her arms were bound with what felt like leather cuffs encircling her wrists. Her arms were raised upward, stretching her body until she was dangling on the tips of her toes. "Oh, freaking hell, why did I agree to this?" she murmured as a tide of nervousness stole her breath while she struggled to maintain her balance.

"Now... we begin," Jax's voice was filled with a dark promise that sent a thrill chasing away the anxiety holding her captive.

Ciska had no idea what to expect, then she felt it— the briefest of touches fluttering down the length of her spine.

"Ohh," she moaned as she tried to decipher what it was. It wasn't his fingers; it was softer, almost featherlike. She gasped, and her body arched as the sensation sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine.

The feather trailed lightly over her skin as it traced tantalizing patterns that left goosebumps in their wake. It danced over her shoulders, tickling her neck before mapping a course down her arms. The sensation was so light, it was almost imperceptible, yet it left her skin tingling with awareness.

For some reason, Ciska didn't think it would've had the same effect if she hadn't been blindfolded. Jax had been right. The absolute darkness sharpened all her senses, and now they were all geared to what was coming next.

She shivered under the gentle rustle of the feather as it moved. The barely-there sound heightened her senses even more. Each touch was a whisper, a tease, a promise of more to come. Her breath hitched as the feather circled her breasts, the soft bristles scarcely grazing her nipples, yet the sensation was electric, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. The nubs turned into hard little stones and simultaneously set her clit throbbing insistently.

"Master J..." she whispered, almost in a gentle plea, as her body responded to his ministrations, leaving her skin flushing with heat. She was adrift in a sea of sensation, and her body ached with a need she couldn't quite comprehend.

Suddenly, the feather was gone, to be replaced by something hard, cold, and wet.

"Ohh!" The thrilling sound exploded from her lips as it traced a chilled path over her stomach. The ice was so cold and so intense against her skin, it burned wherever it touched, yet it was a delicious burn that left her craving more.

The ice circled her navel, the cold seeping into her skin, sending a shock of pleasure-pain coursing through her. She could feel the drip of water as the ice began to melt, the cool liquid trickling down her body. Squirming, she writhed as the sensation became almost unbearable. A thin ripple of water found a path to the swollen nub nestled between the neat landscape to tease it mercilessly with a wet kiss.

"Please..." she whimpered. What she was asking for, she had no idea, except that she needed more, needed something to ease the ache that was building deep within her.

"Please, what, little one? Do you want me to stop?"

Jax's voice resonated deep inside her, toggling the submissive's need to please him... to offer him all he was after.

"No! Please, don't stop."

"Ah, subbie, you truly please me," he growled against her throat as he nuzzled the rapid pulse he found there.

Next, her senses locked onto something soft and warm— a piece of wool, perhaps, or a fur pelt. Whatever it was, its warmth enveloped her with a stark contrast to the cold of the ice. It was a comforting sensation, like a gentle caress that soothed her skin and eased the sting of the ice.

More than that, it was arousing. Ciska was helpless in the wake of the softness of the tease, a promise of pleasures unbound.

The rough texture of the wool brushed against her thighs, and the gentle friction sent a wave of heat coursing through her. Her hips inadvertently moved, as if seeking the touch where she needed it most... against her throbbing clit.

"I need..." she whimpered. "Master J... you're... this is too much." Her arousal was escalating rapidly, leaving her body throbbing with a need that was impossible to ignore.

"No, subbie. This is just what you need. For the first time since I met you, you are relaxed. Your mind is at rest... and I have all your attention. All of it focused just on me... on my touch."

"Oh, my," she gasped as a rich, heady aroma filled her nostrils, sending her senses reeling. His hands were like liquid as he brushed the oil, warm and exotically fragrant, over her breasts, rolling her nipples and squeezing the fullness of her breasts.

The tactile touch stirred and tugged at her loins, teasing out the deepest reserve of her dormant sexuality. In a matter of minutes, he coerced her into surrendering to the hunger only he would be able to feed. Her hips danced as her body jerked with the hungry licks following his hands.

"Easy, Nanja. There's no rush to the finish line. Breathe, little one... and feel."

He kneaded her muscles, his fingers digging into her flesh, and gently eased the tension that was building within her. A flash of heat surged through her stomach as Jax's fingers aimed lower.

"Ohh, yes." The rich moan resonated deep within her throat as it raced to the surface, only to be snuffed in the clench of her jaw as his touch became more intimate. His fingers teased her clit, sliding over it easily with the coating of oil covering them.

"Ahh," she gasped as her body arched into his touch, craving more. He pinched and rolled the swollen nub. The throb reverberated through her swollen loins to suffuse her body with heat.

"Master J... I... please..." she begged as desperation thrilled through her. She rolled her hips in an orbit as his fingers slid between her thighs, the oil making his touch slick and smooth. The saturated color of her aroused groan spilled out from deep within her as each teasing caress tightened the coil inside her.

She was blinded by desire, her body aching with a need that was consuming her as Jax ruthlessly peeled back the layers of repressed desires she had denied herself for so long.

"Freaking fuck," she lamented as waves of pleasure crashed through her when he parted her folds and slowly slid his fingers deep inside her pussy. "More," she demanded hoarsely. Her body convulsed when he toggled her clit, circling and teasing the sensitive nub while his fingers kept teasing her, tormenting her deep inside, slowly driving her to the brink of madness.

"Fuck me... please, Master J," she begged. Ciska was beyond reason, beyond thought. All she knew was the ache within her, the need that was consuming her, and the desire he had awakened was driving her to the edge of sanity.

"Are you sure, Nanja? You do remember we're in a public area, and we've gathered quite a crowd with your cries and moans," Jax whispered as he nuzzled her cheek.

"I don't care," she whispered as she turned her head and offered her mouth to his erotic and demanding kiss that was wrought with equal unbounded lust he didn't bother hiding from her.

Ciska was slowly becoming unhinged. The desire to be fucked senseless tugged at her loins.

"Now, Master J. Fuck me!" she demanded in a carnal growl.

"Better hold on, Nanja. I don't fuck like the vanilla men you're used to. This is going to be a hard and rough ride," he responded with a primal sound that threatened to completely discombobulate her.

Then he was there as he lifted her legs to wrap them around his waist.

"I... no!" she gasped in fright as he circled her throat and squeezed tighter and tighter.

"Easy, little one. I promise I won't hurt you. Remember what I said. Stop thinking... just feel," he murmured as he pressed his face against hers.

Ciska flailed in her mind as his fingers tightened perceptively, but the gentle contrasting touch of his fingers brushing over the curve of her back registered. She relaxed, her mind slipping easily back into the euphoric haze she had been drifting in and out of. Still in the dark, her senses suddenly filled with all that was Jax Crowthorne... no... Master J. His power, his scent, and his complete domination over her body, mind, and soul.

With a sigh, she gave over to him.

"There's my girl," he praised in a darkening voice.

Ciska became engulfed in his fiery passion that burned against her skin as he kissed her with forceful domination.

"Yess," she hissed as Jax slowly yet firmly pushed his hard cock through her soaked folds until he was fully embedded inside her.

"God, Nanja, you feel so good. So hot and tight... a perfect fit, made just for me," he growled against her throat.

Her breathing turned choppy and erratic as her passion was consumed by him. His unchecked hunger for her coerced a desperate moan from her lips as he powered into her, thrusting harder, pulverizing the last of her resistance and insecurity that littered her past.

"Let it go, little one," he urged.

Ciska was lost to him, but not so much that she didn't realize what it was he wanted her to let go of. He wanted her to rip free from the chains of her past that still haunted her. Defenseless against the need to please him, she tightened her legs around his waist and tilted up her hips in a silent gesture of surrender, whispering in a broken plea, "Help me, Master J. Help me let go."

"Always, my special subbie. You can always depend on me to be there for you," he said, then powered into her, slamming his hips hard against her pelvis.

"Fuck, yes!" she screamed, writhing and jerking against his thrusting body. They were both soaked from the constant flow of her juices. "Oh, fuck me," she moaned and arched hard against his arm, clamped around her waist as he alternately probed then strummed her loins until she was so thoroughly bent beyond the boundaries of her own sanity.

The chains rattled as she moved. The sound was a harsh accompaniment to her ragged breaths and desperate moans. The cold metal she was clinging to was in sharp contrast to the heat of their bodies.

"No more, Master J. I need to come. Please! Make me come," she cried hoarsely. Her body was inflamed and glowing, with the heat rushing through her veins as the hunger to find her release burned through her like wildfire.

"Not yet," Jax grunted, holding her on the edge while pounding her mercilessly.

A well-aimed swipe with his thumb caused her hips to jerk upward in helpless surrender. She moaned as she felt him swell stiffer against her silky walls, forcing her fleshy circuitry into overload. A deep groan welled to the surface.

"Come! I'm going to come!"

"Come for me, little one," he commanded in a low growl. "Let go. Give yourself to me."

He pushed into her, grinding hard and rhythmically. Her body undulated around its core, sliding dizzily upon the glistening sheen covering her thighs. With his words ringing in her ears, she shattered. Her orgasm ripped through her, a wave of pleasure so intense, it stole her breath and left her shaking.

Her mouth spread open in a silent scream as Jax touched the pad of his thumb against her clit. Nothing had ever come close to the erotic rush pulsing through her. The sensation of his hard length continuing its hypnotic race inside her caught her unaware as another climax immediately followed the first and swept her up onto the face of an opiatic wave that then flung her out into a world of euphoric bliss.

Jax's roar married with hers as he, too, gave in and erupted with a ferocity that shook her to the core. The world gave way in a rush that left Ciska completely spent.

As the waves of pleasure began to ebb, and she looked into his warm eyes when he removed the blindfold, Ciska realized the truth. She was more submissive than she ever imagined possible. The way she had offered herself to him completely and blindly surrendered to his touch, his command, and his domination rocked her to the depths of her soul. In doing so, she found a part of herself she never knew existed— a part that craved the darkness, the sensation, the touch.

Hot damn, it felt so good.

Can I talk now?

Only if you have something positive to add.

You did well, girl.

I did, didn't I?