“Silence.”
One word.That’s all it took to seal her fate.Her legs seemed to have forgotten their primary function as he practically had to drag her toward the dungeon with a steely and unyielding grip.
“Time for you to understand, little girl, every action has a reaction.”His words carried the promise of inevitable doom.“Especially disrespectful and insolent ones.Let’s hope you learn your lesson quickly; otherwise, this will be the first of many such sessions.”
“No, it won’t.”The words burst from her in a desperate defense mechanism.“In case you forgot, I’m leaving for Hawaii in less than two months, so that’s hardly likely to happen.”
Rex turned to her, his expression as readable as ancient Sanskrit.A grim smile played at the corners of his mouth, and she wished she hadn’t reminded him of that fact.
“A lot can happen in that time, Angel.”His eyes raked over her with predatory intensity as he pushed through the dungeon door.“Especially for a willful, interfering wife whisperer who doesn’t seem to know her place.”
The Sky Dungeon’s atmosphere hit Xia like a physical force.The air was thick with anticipation and sizzled with electricity.Moans and screams echoed off the walls, creating a symphony of debauchery that caused her pulse to thunder in her ears, but what made her pulse race were the sharp cracks followed by gasps of pain and pleas for mercy.Her imagination went into overdrive, especially since mercy seemed notably absent from the Demon Master’s current disposition.
Rex’s hand clamped around her nape guided her forward, his touch less reassuring than threatening.The Saint Andrews cross loomed before them.The purple padding looked soft, erotic, and almost inviting, but Xia knew better.This wasn’t going to be a sensual experience.
Each click of the restraints closing around her wrists and ankles echoed her racing heartbeat.
Freaking bull dung, why didn’t I keep my big mouth shut for once!
Yeah, well, regret always comes too late, little Miss Smarty Pants.
The metallic sound of a blade opening cut through the dungeon’s cacophony like a gunshot.Her neck muscles protested as she whipped her head around, eyes widening at the hunting knife in Rex’s hands.His expression was a study in contrasts, with his eyes dancing in dark humor while his jaw remained set in stern lines.
“What’s the matter, Angel?”Her stomach clenched at his voice carrying that dangerous silk-over-steel quality.“Weren’t you just discussing extreme blood play with Little Dottie?”
“I...that was...you KNOW it’s not allowed in here.You can’t...just because I...”
Her words dissolved into a shocked gasp as he stepped closer, the knife glinting under the dungeon lights.Her entire body tensed at the first touch of cold steel against her shoulder.Shivers cascaded down her spine at the whisper of the blade through fabric.Each precise cut was accompanied by the soft snick of parting material, building tension with every slice.
“Oh,” she mumbled with relief as her white shirt fell away first, followed by her bra.The cool air kissed her exposed skin, and her nipples reacted by tightening painfully.When the blade moved to her pants, she sensed the precise control in his movements, never once touching her skin, yet close enough she could feel the cold radiating from the metal.The black pants joined the growing pile of ruined clothes, and finally, with almost theatrical slowness, he disposed of her lace panties.She stood naked, skin pebbled with goosebumps, feeling more exposed than she ever had before—and she’d be damned for it—aroused to such an extent, she could feel the stickiness slither from between her labia.
“Wh-what kind of punishment are you going to...to...”Her voice trembled as much as her body.
Rex moved into her line of sight.His expression was now carved from granite.“You seemed fascinated with my skill using barbed floggers.”He paused, letting the words sink in.“I’ll be using two simultaneously.Ten strikes for each transgression.If my calculation is correct, that means fifty in total.”
“You...you can’t be serious.”The words came out in a dreaded whisper.
His eyes darkened to obsidian.“I never joke about punishments, Angel.”The words carried the finality of a judge’s gavel.“Of course, the flogging is just the first part of the punishment.We’ll get to the rest later.”
The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by her rapid breathing as she strained to track his movements.His voice, when it came again, held that same silken menace.
“Sub Jane, I need you to oil her body.Every inch, front and back, including the inside of her pussy.I don’t want her to bruise too much, so I need her skin to be properly prepped,” he instructed the club coordinator.
He stepped close, his breath hot against her ear, and the resulting shiver was for entirely different reasons than fear.
“Relax, pretty wife whisperer.”The nickname, usually playful, now carried a warning edge.“You have time to prepare.Remember your safeword is red, but if I discover you’re using it to escape punishment rather than accepting accountability or not pushing your boundaries...”He let the pause stretch until she wanted to scream.“The remaining strikes double.”
The coordinator’s hands were professional and gentle as she smoothed oil across Xia’s skin.Each touch heightened the awareness of her vulnerability, of what was to come.Soon her body gleamed under the dungeon lights like a sacrifice prepared for ritual.
Rex’s earlier words about never joking about punishment echoed in her mind, and looking at his implacable expression now, she finally understood the true consequences of her impulsive behavior.
Rex
The CDS Sky Dungeon, GoldenEye Airbus IV...
The air in the dungeon was thick with the scent of leather, sweat, and the sharp hint of anticipation.The coordinator had done her job well—Xia’s skin gleamed under the sharp downlights.Every inch of her was oiled and slick, a living canvas for the pain to come.There was already a large crowd forming, all eager to witness Master R wielding the one impact tool all subs feared.
“That’s enough.”Rex’s voice cut through the hum of the dungeon like a blade.
