Chapter Fifteen

Max

The Sky Dungeon, Club Decadent Skies…

Max was aware of Wick's trepidation when they entered the Sky Dungeon. It was a good thing. She was new to BDSM, and a little fear went a long way in opening a submissive's mind to what her body needed and to subject to being dominated. He didn't want her scared, though, since that could have the opposite effect. Wary and aware was what he was after.

"Ehm…" She fidgeted with her fingers as she stopped just inside the doorway, looking around with uncertainty shallow in her eyes. There was conflict shining through as well. His little bird wanted to be here, but the conservative upbringing kept pulling her back from rushing in full steam.

"Relax, little one. All you need to do is stay close to me. Concentrate on me and what I make you feel. Forget about the other people, what they're doing, how they're reacting. What matters is how I'm going to make you feel and react. That will only work if you're with me, giving me all your attention."

"Okay, I'll try."

"Not good enough, sub. Give me some positive manifestation," His voice darkened perceptively. Her back straightened immediately, and she clutched her hands together behind her. His heart soared. It was a small win, but this was it. The one act she instinctively resorted to when he went all Dominant on her—a sign of her willingness to submit.

"My attention is with you, Master M."

"Good girl." He patted her chin as her cheeks flared from the praise. "Let's go. We're going to test your reaction to impact tools, to what level you're comfortable with, and where your top boundaries are."

"Meaning?"

He was impressed that she followed him in a similar fashion as the other subs. One step behind him to his right side with her hands still clasped behind her back.

"How soft or hard you can handle the impact of a spanking by hand, a paddle, crop, flogger, etcetera."

"Y-You're going to use all of those on my ass? Tonight?"

His smile was devious as he glanced at his watch. "The night is still young, Phoenix, and the flight long, so time isn't an issue."

"No, but my butt is," she mumbled morosely.

Max chose to ignore her. Debating what was about to happen might be invigorating for him but it could put up her guard. He didn't want to spend the first hour breaking down her resistance. The sooner she relaxed and allowed her very active mind to shut down, the quicker he would be able to reach her inner submissive. It was time she came out of hiding… for good.

He sat down in one corner in a comfortable wingback chair. Eyes hot, he stared at her.

"Stop fidgeting with your hands, Phoenix. Keep your hands behind your back, straighten your shoulders, and push out your tits. Spread your legs shoulder-width apart." He was impressed when she followed his instructions without protest. "This is the present position. In the future, I will say present and expect you to stand thusly. When you wait for me to attend to you, this is how I expect to find you."

"Yes, Master M."

"Now, undress, please."

"What?" Wick glanced around. All too aware of the many eyes watching them keenly. It was a known fact that Max never scened during flights, and to find him there triggered their curiosity. "I, ehm… the last time I was on a high of some sort. I don't think I… No, I know I'm not comfortable being naked in a room full of strangers."

"Most subs are naked, Phoenix, and for the purpose of our scene, I need to be able to see your skin to establish your impact level. I'd hate to cut your silky skin because it's covered."

"I don't need to remove all my clothes for that to be possible. You can push my skirt up, and since I'm wearing a thong, it'll be—"

"Naked, Phoenix. Now." This time, his stentorian voice was darker than a raging tornado. Wick was naked before she realized she had reacted to the order. The discontent on her face was priceless but warmed his heart. There was more of a submissive in her than she would ever admit.

A Cheshire grin split his face as he patted his lap and kept his voice stern.

"Face down over my legs, please."

Wick hesitated.

"A relationship between a Dom and his sub is based on trust." He stretched out his legs as he regarded her with lowered eyebrows. "Like anything in life, it has to be earned. Have I done anything that indicated I can't be trusted with your care and well-being, little one?"

"No, Sir."

"I know you're scared because you don't know what to expect or how you will react. I am here to make sure you are grounded the entire time. All you need to do is reach out and touch me. I'm not going anywhere, Wick. Never forget, the power is yours. If at any point whatever I do becomes more than you can bear, it's in your hands to end it." His lips thinned as she opened her mouth. "Shouting out your safeword now would be contrary to the courageous woman you are, little one. Don't disappoint me, but more than that, don't disappoint yourself."

Wick frowned but didn't respond. He patted his lap again.

"Shall we begin?"

This time, she didn't hesitate and draped herself over his lap.

"Good girl. Very brave, little one," he praised as he gently caressed the curve of her buttocks while rearranging her in the position he wanted her over his lap. "While I test your boundaries, I need you to concentrate on the emotions coming to life inside you. Within you, there is that special place that lights up your desires. I want you to embrace them as they will allow your inner submissive the release it yearns for."

Wick glanced around and whimpered at the crowd that was forming in front of them to watch.

"No, Phoenix. Remember, focus on me. It's only you and I. Forget that we're in the dungeon, that there are people watching. All you need to do is search for that inner self to connect us."

"What are you talking about? What inner self and how does she connect with you?"

"You give me the power to dominate you, but I need you to be fully invested in our connection. I need you to want to be sexually dominated by me in all aspects. It's kind of meditative. To concentrate and to feel me inside you, accept me as your Dom."

"Okay," she said, still sounding unsure what it was he was trying to convey. "I'll do my best."

"Perfect."

Crack! Crack!

"Holy shit!" she cried as the two slaps surprised her with their sharp sting.

"Relax, Phoenix. Do not tighten your muscles. Let the pain sink in, feel its heat warm you from the inside." Max continued to slap her curvy buttocks. Firm and continuous but neither cruel nor painful. His aim was for the sting of the slaps to turn into a heated tingle to radiate through her. It took six slaps for her body to respond with a creamy discharge that toggled his nostrils. Her nails digging into his calves cued him in that she was just as surprised at her rapid response as he was.

Trailing his hands over her reddening cheeks and thighs, he awakened her skin and deliberately sparked the nerves to life. Still, her eyes kept darting to the crowd. She was clearly uncomfortable being on display and becoming aroused, which indicated she wasn't doing as instructed… concentrating on the scene with him.

"Owww! Fucking hell," she screamed as he planted two vicious strikes over the soft area where her buttocks and thighs met.

"Breathe through the pain," he instructed curtly.

Wick wheezed as she battled to follow his instructions.

"Stay with me, Phoenix, or there will be more of those."

"I am trying," she wailed, then complained loudly as he switched to a paddle to whack her buttocks until it glowed like a red tomato. "Holy fuck, stop!" she cried with her body trembling.

"Hmm," Max smiled as he pushed a finger deep inside her pussy to feel it spasming around his digit. She was hot and even wetter than before. "You don't really want me to stop, little one, do you?"

"I… I… ohhh, fuck!" she ended in a scream as once again he swapped to a new instrument, this time a leather flogger that kissed the entire width of her behind.

"One thing, Phoenix. You don't have permission to climax. Is that understood?"

"Don't worry, Master M. There is no way I'll climax while being whipped purple and blue."

Max was tempted to prove her otherwise. He knew if he didn't control every hit going forward, she might just have multiple climaxes. That wouldn't do. He had plans for her tomorrow… and that didn't include her finding release tonight.

A swish, then a whoosh of air caressed her skin moments before the flogger landed with a burst of explosive fire across her buttocks.

"Fuck!" The painful gasp was indicative of how her attention had drifted in a matter of seconds.

"You've been warned, sub. From now on, I'll react in a similar fashion every time your attention wanders."

Crack! Crack!

"Holy fuck!" Wick screamed as she struggled to breathe. Max watched her intensely, checking her skin and keeping an eye on her expression. He had increased the impact substantially and was surprised at how well she handled it. She might be self-conscious with the crowd watching, but at the same time, it offered him the opportunity to learn her tells and push her boundaries beyond what she would usually withstand.

The next two connected with the insides of her thighs. A hollow howl crawled from her chest. She was now clutching at his legs. Max offered her some grace to catch her breath before the next two struck. Her body shuddered, and her hips jerked as she ground her clit against the hardness of his thigh. She was on the cusp of a climax.

"Good girl," he said and smiled broadly as she protested when he helped her to straighten and arranged her to sit on his lap. Her eyes were wild as she looked at him, her breathing shallow as she struggled to find her composure. Trembling, she clutched at his arm.

"It's over?"

"Yes, little bird. It's over."

"Wh-Why?"

Max laughed delightedly. His little firebird was going to offer him hours of fun.

"Because I say so."

"You're a fiend," she grumbled, then gasped as he gently rubbed a soothing gel all over the welts on her buttocks and thighs.

"Maybe I am, but you, Phoenix, are my submissive."

This time, Wick didn't say a word. Instead, she wilted against him and soon fell asleep. His arms tightened around her as he stared at her.

"You are mine, Wick Bitch, in every sense of the word. You just don't know it yet."