Chapter Eight
Xia
The Sky Dungeon, GoldenEyeIV Airbus...
The Sky Dungeon hummed with anticipation as Rex positioned Petals on the purple leather bench.Xia found a spot against the wall, trying to maintain a professional distance while her inner submissive was taking detailed notes, and her jealous side was contemplating throwing Red Riding Hood off the plane without a parachute.
She was surprised when Rex stepped away from Petals briefly and walked toward her.Her nipples tingled as she watched his muscles ripple with every step he took.It’s a sin for a man to be this fuckalicious!
“Any thoughts so far, Angel?”
Startled, she glanced at the blonde on the bench, who was clearly not impressed that he had left her side.
“I...er...why don’t we leave my assessments until later, Master R.It seems Petals is eager for the scene to start.”
“So, she’s going to be a demanding wife, is that what you’re saying?”
Well, thank you for making my job so much easier, Mr.Oliver!Forcing a nonchalant shrug, she concurred, “There are a couple of red flags, which, since you’re asking me that question, I assume you also noticed.”
“Hmm, it seems we’re on the same page.That’s good.Now, keep your eyes peeled, Angel.I don’t want you to miss anything.This is my future, so please don’t mess it up.”
“Gmphf,” she snorted under her breath as he walked back to the bench.“That is definitely not your future.You just walked away from it.”
Rex moved with the fluid grace of a predator, each motion deliberate and precise as he blindfolded the blonde.He started with a peacock feather, trailing it along Petals’ spine in lazy figure eights.She shivered, her breathing already shallow.Show-off,Xia thought, even as her own skin prickled in phantom response.
“Breathe deeply, Petals,” Rex commanded, his voice carrying that rich timber that seemed to resonate in Xia’s bones.“Focus on each sensation.Nothing exists beyond this moment.”
The gathering crowd watched, transfixed, as he alternated between soft touches and firm strokes, building a rhythm that had Petals whimpering.
Xia’s own breath caught as he introduced a silk scarf, dragging it across the sub’s sensitized skin.Xia’s body betrayed her, responding to each movement as if she were the one on that bench.She shifted uncomfortably against the wall.
“That’s it, my pet.Let go,” Rex murmured, wielding a horsehair flogger with devastating precision.The soft falls kissed Petals’ skin, drawing gasps that grew increasingly desperate.Show-off level: expert, Xia admitted grudgingly, while her inner submissive was basically writing love sonnets about his technique.
The room had grown silent except for Petals’ soft moans and the whisper of various implements across her skin.Even the usual dungeon chatter had ceased since everyone was mesmerized by the masterclass in sensual dominance unfolding before them.Xia could practically feel the collective rise in temperature as Rex worked his magic.
He never rushed, each transition flowed seamlessly into the next.Feather to silk to leather to skin, building layer upon layer of sensation until Petals was floating in subspace, her responses purely instinctual.The woman looked like she’d discovered nirvana while getting a full-body massage from angels.
“Beautiful,” someone in the crowd whispered, and Xia had to agree, even if it made her want to throw something.Rex’s control was absolute, his focus intense as he guided his subject deeper into pleasure.Every Dom in the room was taking mental notes, while the subs were probably adding his name to their Christmas lists.
Xia’s own body hummed with sympathetic arousal, each stroke of his hands echoing across her skin like ghostly touches.It was torture of the finest kind, watching those skilled fingers work their magic on someone else.Her professional assessment notebook remained forgotten in her mind, though she doubted “makes me want to commit casual murder while simultaneously begging for his touch” would count as an appropriate evaluation.
The scene reached its crescendo as Petals arched under his ministrations, lost in a pleasure so deep, it bordered on transcendent.Rex guided her through it with practiced ease, his voice a soothing anchor as she floated in subspace.
Rex brought Petals back with the same methodical precision he’d used to get her there, using his voice as a steady anchor guiding her return.A short while later, Xia watched him covering the sub with a soft blanket while she was attempting to get her own breathing under control.
Then, instead of following his usual protocol of handing the sub off for aftercare immediately, he took care of it himself.He surprised Xia when he placed the blonde on the chair a while later before approaching her with purposeful strides.Her heart decided this was the perfect moment to attempt a gymnastics routine.
“Well?”His voice was gravel and silk.“Your professional assessment?Do I have sex with her as a potential prospect?”
Xia glanced at Petals, catching the flash of possessive anger in the woman’s eyes.Gone was the sugar-sweet submission, replaced by a calculating gleam that would make a shark nervous.
