Chapter Two
Max
CyberCo Airline private hangar, John F. Kennedy International Airport, New York…
"No reports of weather that will impact our flights tonight?"
Confirming the timeline with Dexter Flint—a partner in the Club Decadent Skies Group, a very good friend, and for tonight, the pilot of the GoldenEye Airbus—was one of the checkpoints Max DuPont always did. As the primary owner of the CDS group, he took full accountability for all safety measures on every flight.
"None. Our routes are as clear as saran wrap."
"We're taking off in ten minutes, Dex. Make sure your crew is ready."
"Already did. When you give the word to go, we're off." Dex gave him a thumbs up as he scanned the flight plan. Tonight's excursion took them on a three-hour flight, with an onboard demonstration by Master M himself, to Black Point, a small island in The Bahamas. Guests will have an additional two hours of playtime on the beach before they take off to their final destination just before sunrise—Miami.
Max and his partners had spent a lot of money on the plane to develop a cabin that kept air pressure as close to normal as possible, thereby allowing the members to enjoy the three to five-hour flights practicing their favorite kink.
The main lower cabin included the galley, where food and snacks were prepared throughout the flight. The large midsection had been transformed into a sky dungeon with lightweight aluminum framed equipment. The front of the Airbus consisted of three levels. The bar and entertainment area were next to the dungeon, with stairs leading to the second level, which was a normal in-flight seating area for takeoff and landings or for those who would just like to sit around and chat or take a nap since all the seats could turn into flat beds. The top level was split into various private playrooms and also featured Max's personal office suite—the one area that was off-limits to all members except those who were invited or landed there due to misconduct.
Club Decadent Skies was an exclusive BDSM Club with a difference… in the skies, inside a luxurious Airbus jet. The inside color scheme followed through from the outside—black and gold with leather furniture and a splash of red here and there. It was a mile-high club that would make anyone wish they could buy air miles online.
The idea had taken root years ago at Varsity when the group of friends were having a drunken night on the beach after graduation. Max had buried it deep in his mind to revisit years later once he was an established businessman and sole owner of CyberCo Airlines, based in Florida, servicing a global network.
They catered to one and all but had what the rich and famous were after as well. Those people who could afford to book an entire luxury Airbus for one family. Also… the kind of people who needed a secure location to conduct meetings—the kind you didn't ask questions about.
Money talked, and that was the business he was in. Max DuPont liked the position of top dog in the industry. He thrived on money and power, which was why he could finally turn his dream into a reality.
The club was a safe haven where exclusive members could give free rein to their dark side without judgment or skulking around in dark underground clubs. It became reality two years ago. He had started small, only inviting twenty people who were prominent in the BDSM lifestyle. It had taken off like a rocket. A year later, it had grown so big that his friends, Jax Crowthorne, Dexter Flint, Rex Oliver, and Axel Sullivan, bought shares and became co-owners of Club Decadent Skies Group. Between them, they had enough funding to expand and build more GoldenEye Airbuses to service the respective areas where his friends resided. GoldenEye Airbus II was in production already.
Max scanned the immediate area. CyberCo Airlines had a hangar at all the major airports across the States, but he paid top dollar for a private hangar separate from the main terminal in New York since it was one of their busiest routes. It gave the members added security to park their vehicles and embark without being detected by paparazzi since many were celebrities, politicians, and prominent businessmen or women.
"I see we've got a potential problem," Max said as his eyes narrowed on the shadowy figure skulking about in the dimly lit parking area. The figure quickly skimmed around the parked cars to fall in line with the servers who had just been dropped off.
"Where? Who?" Dexter looked around and zoomed in on the group quickly jogging toward the plane. "Ah, the one at the back," he said when he noticed the difference in uniform. "Did she honestly think she would get away with it?"
"If I wasn't here, most probably, since she could hide until we're in the air."
"I'll tell Rex to get rid of her."
"No need," Max said enigmatically. "I'll take care of it. You just get the wheels up on time."
"Yes, sir."
Max strolled out of the cockpit into the bar, where the rest of his partners were gathered to do final checks. Jax Crowthorne caught his eye and immediately read the message he relayed. He smiled grimly.
"Yeah, I know. I'm on it."
"Hold on," Max stopped him in his tracks as he headed toward the galley. "How do you know?"
"She's been staking me out for the past week. I knew she followed me here, and that she was outside in the parking lot. I didn't think she'd get past the security, but just in case, I kept a lookout through the window port." He shook his head. "Must be some cheesy tabloid reporter out to make a name for herself. Don't worry, Max. I'll chuck her out before takeoff."
"No. Find out what she's after. It's time we put all these rumors about you and the crime syndicates to rest once and for all. Someone is out to ruin you, and I'm not going to stand for it."
"And if she doesn't talk before takeoff?"
"There isn't enough time to coerce her into spilling the beans, Jax. We're seven minutes from takeoff, and I'm not delaying because of one derailed reporter. Make her talk and find out who put her up to this. If you can't, bring her to me."
"On it."
Max took the private staircase that led directly into his office suite that served a dual purpose as a work-and playroom. He was hardly ever active in the Sky Dungeon and preferred the role as Dungeon Master. When he did scene, it was in private. Courtesy of the last mission during his on-off stint as a covert Delta Force CAG agent, he carried ugly scars that raised too many questions when he took off his shirt in the public areas. One thing he had learned over his lifetime of forty-five years was that his privacy was treasured. He only shared it with those he personally chose to enter into his inner circle.
"Diligent and on time, as usual," Max drawled as he walked into his office to find a redhead woman kneeling in front of his chair. She was waiting in the perfect nadu position, sitting back on her heels with knees spread wide, hands facing upward on her thighs, shoulders straight, and eyes closed. She was dressed in a sheer white night dress paired with a thong, but even the skimpiness couldn't take away the elegance of her profile.
"As always, Master M," she lilted in a smoothly melodious voice.
Miss Daisy was a judge from Florida and one of his favorite submissives to scene with. Since she was such a confident, independent, and assertive woman in her daily life, watching her crumble under his dominance was rewarding as much as it was humbling.
"No need for gently prepping me for the big chorus tonight, Miss Daisy. I need to get off hard and fast."
Taking the edge off before play time started kept him focused on being Dungeon Master, which was important. Even though they had a fully operational medical station with qualified doctors and nurses, he believed in prevention rather than cure.
A good and proper throat fuck at takeoff got the job done. There was no one more proficient in giving a blowjob than Miss Daisy.
"Your wish is my command, Sir." The moment Max sat down, she rose to her knees, unbuckled his belt, and with a quick yank and gentle tug, his rapidly hardening cock sprang free. For a brief moment, Max allowed himself to become lost in the sensual excitement of his impending climax and ran his hand up and down his shaft.
"Hmm, almost at full mast already, I see," she cooed as her tongue flicked out to lap at the drop of precum oozing from his blunt tip. A low growl reminded her of what he wanted. With a sweet smile, she leaned in. "As you wish, Master M."
Max smiled as he brushed his palms over her nipples. He might be demanding to get serviced quickly, but that didn't mean he wasn't prepared to offer her a small courtesy in return. The budding tips tightened perceptively as he rolled them between his fingers.
"Oh, Master M, you've got the Midas touch," she whimpered as her mouth spread open and her breathing turned choppy.
"I'm waiting, Miss Daisy," he growled when she hesitated too long. "Ah, yes," he purred as her lips curled around his bulbous tip. Flicking her tongue sensually up and down the slit before she twirled it around his length, she sucked him deep into her hot mouth.
"Hm, that feels good, but as nice as that is, it's not what I need tonight," he grunted. "Get to work, sub." He mercilessly pulled and pinched her nipples until moans of pleasure thrilled around his cock. "Time to make that tight throat of yours convulse around my dick, Miss Daisy."
Max was appreciative as ever when her full upper lip gave way and contoured itself in a snug fit around the engorged, knobby head of his cock. Her bottom lip, with its crimson-colored pulpy interior dribbling with slippery saliva, disappeared as she slid her tongue forward to accommodate his taut, thick shaft. Her nostrils flared as he bumped the back of her throat.
"Fuck, yes. Get me down there." His hand fisted around a clump of her hair, his hips jerking as she carefully pushed down and swallowed him. The sight of her, so fully impaled on his cock that he could feel the tip of her tongue lash his scrotum, nearly undid him.
"Beautiful. Now, show me your appreciation for being the one to serve me, little slut," he murmured. The low moan she emitted confirmed what his nostrils had already detected. Miss Daisy was hot and bothered herself.
Uncontrollable spasms ripped through him as she worked his cock. The prick of a thousand needles deep inside his loins blurred his vision as heat surged through his veins. His hand tightened in her hair.
"Faster, Miss Daisy," he grunted and thrust wildly into her throat. His hand guided her head to take him all the way until he battled to stay in control. He had wanted to get off quickly, but all too soon, the heat scorched through him. With his eyes squeezed shut in a last effort to hold off, he let go with an enormous groan as he ejaculated down her throat in a volcanic eruption of hot, ropey spurts of cum. He held her pressed against his crotch as his cock continued to jerk inside her throat.
A desperate squeak yanked his attention to her. With a primal grunt, he pulled back but kept the tip of his cock inside her mouth, allowing her to catch her breath.
"You know what I want, Miss Daisy," he muttered, leaning his head back to calm his breathing and stop the tremors that shook his body.
"There, Master M," she cooed after she had licked him clean. "Are you sure you don't need me to give you a little more?"
Max opened his eyes. Cupping her chin, he tilted her head back. Saliva dripped from her chin onto her bountiful breasts. Tears mixed with black mascara caused delightful streaks over her cheeks. She looked a mess, but a beautiful mess of the sexual energy she exuded.
"Not yet. Maybe once we reach the island. For now, get yourself cleaned up. I'm sure there are many eager Doms waiting to serve you."
"As you wish, Master M."
Max didn't watch her leave. Instead, he swiveled his chair and looked out through the one-way tinted window to the Sky Dungeon below. It was dark, apart from one lone downlight in the middle of the cabin. This was where the excitement began. Idly, he fisted his cock, gently stroking himself until he lost the edge of his recent climax.
Zipping himself up, he buckled up and prepared for takeoff.
"I hope you found your stowaway, Jax." An evil smile twisted his lips. "And I sure as hell hope she doesn't talk. I have a yearning to release the dark beast tonight."