“Oh, sweet heaven...he’s absolutely fuckinglicious,” she murmured.
“What was that, sub?”
Xia blinked, not having realized she had uttered the words out loud.“Er...just noticing how red her ass already is, Master Coop.”
“Master R takes punishment very seriously.”
He sure did, since his bald head gleamed slightly with exertion, and his meticulously groomed beard framed features that suddenly seemed carved from granite with a strong jaw, high cheekbones, and eyes that burned with controlled intensity.Every movement he made was deliberate, powerful, and somehow elegant despite its raw sexuality.
Xia found herself among the other women watching as if entranced with her breath quickening and pupils dilating.Her mouth had gone dry, and she unconsciously licked her lips as she tugged at the collar of her white shirt.The temperature in the cabin seemed to have risen several degrees.She couldn’t tear her gaze away from this magnificent beast of a man who radiated pure, dominant energy.
Fucking hell.No wonder they all want to be punished by him.What I wouldn’t give to lick those drops of sweat from every inch of that six-pack!
Chapter Six
Rex
The Sky Dungeon, GoldenEyeIV Airbus...
Rex lowered the flogger.Running his fingers through the leather strips, he could still feel the warmth radiating from them.With practiced movements, he wiped it down before handing it to Sarah, the club coordinator assigned to him for the flight.With his eyes on the recalcitrant sub, he kept his actions deliberate and measured.The implements used for discipline at thirty thousand feet were maintained with the same rigorous attention as the aircraft’s critical systems.
“We abhor blatant manipulation at Club Decadent Skies, sub,” Rex stated with added volume to ensure his voice carried across the dungeon space.The blonde woman’s screams subsided to whimpers.His eyes trailed over her bottom.Her skin was marked but not broken from the disciplinary strokes.“Especially when it involves the owners.Heed this warning well.Ignoring the protocols by attempting to garner an invitation from one of us by publicly belittling another Dom will only invite our disrespect.This is your only warning.Next time, you will be banned from all CDS Airbus clubs.”
As he stepped back, he was aware of the crowd’s reaction.Several submissives tracked his movements, their eyes reflecting an interesting jumble of fear and fascination.He curbed the smile that tickled his lips.He was used to women ogling him.His bald head seemed to draw them like a magnet.The dungeon hummed with activity as he nodded at Dom Bill.To his left, the rhythmic thud of a spanking in progress, followed by a shrill shriek, was testimony that everyone was already having fun.The controlled chaos of consensual kink filled the space with electric energy.
Dom Bill approached the blonde sub with quiet authority.Rex observed as the empath Dom guided her to a quiet corner, wrapped her in a warmed blanket, and offered her water and a piece of Belgian chocolate.All the necessary protocols were designed for emotional and physical recovery.Rex never did aftercare when punishing a sub, except if it was one he chose to play with.Since they had opened the first inflight club, they had learned that some subs needed distance from their disciplinarians to process and recover, hence the specialized empaths who focused solely on aftercare.
“That was rather harsh, Master R,” Axel said, watching the scene unfold as Rex joined his group of friends.
“Her actions justified the punishment she received.The strikes were measured, despite her theatrics.”Rex shook his head as he watched the sobbing woman cling to Dom Bill.
“I’m not talking about the whipping,” Axel replied.“One warning?What happened to second chances?There are always brats on board.Banning them on a maiden flight?Doesn’t seem fair to me.”
Rex’s expression hardened.The protocols weren’t arbitrary rules; they were the foundation of safety at altitude.Every procedure, from scene negotiation to emergency responses, had been meticulously crafted through years of experience.At 30,000 feet, there was zero margin for error.
“Her intention was clear,” Rex said firmly.“The protocols exist for everyone’s safety and comfort.I wanted to get the message across to all the brats on board.If someone wants to scene with an owner Master, they must follow proper channels through Master Coop.That’s non-negotiable.”Rex’s jaw locked.“The whipping proved that she didn’t bother studying the protocols.You know how I feel about that.”
