Chapter Nine
Tatiana
The dungeon… The Pearl Icon…
Tatiana followed Master Hades into the dungeon with her heart pounding in sync with the dull throb of the music in the background. The room was a modern-day medieval chamber, filled with an array of equipment that sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine. Numerous St. Andrew’s Crosses stood tall and imposing against one wall while spanking benches lurked in the shadows nearby. Chains and cuffs dangled from the ceiling, and a variety of impact tools were neatly displayed on shelves. The air was filled with the dull thuds and sharp cracks of scenes already in play, punctuated by moans and cries of both pleasure and pain.
Master Hades guided her through the room, one hand remaining firm and reassuring on the small of her back. They passed a scene where a woman was bound to a whipping post. Her body was crisscrossed with red welts as her Dom circled her with a flogger in his hand. In another corner, a man was secured to a spanking horse, his grunts echoing with each strike of his Mistress’s paddle. Tatiana’s breath hitched as her body responded to the charged atmosphere.
As they reached a slightly raised platform in one corner of the dungeon, Master Hades turned to her. His gaze was dark, intense, yet softened by an undercurrent of tenderness. “You can relax, Venus. Tonight, we’re going to enjoy an erotic spanking.” His voice was a deep rumble that cut through the noise of the room.
Tatiana nodded, but her feet remained rooted. It wasn’t fear that held her captive but the tumult of emotions that battled within her. She was a fortress, yet Master Hades had breached her walls before, and she feared he could do it again.
“You’re trembling, little one,” he observed. His eyes softened. “What’s troubling you?”
“Suddenly, I’m not sure I’m ready for this, Sir,” she admitted. Her voice was strong but with a huskiness that portrayed her inner thoughts. “I feel... You make me vulnerable, and if I’m honest, that scares me.”
He cupped her chin and tilted her head up to meet his gaze. “I already said this. Vulnerability is not a weakness, Venus. It’s a strength. It takes courage to expose oneself, to let someone in.” His thumb brushed gently against her cheek. “You trusted me before. Trust me now. I won’t push you beyond your boundaries.”
She drew a deep breath, her eyes fluttering closed briefly as she centered herself. “It’s not my physical boundaries I’m worried about,” she muttered softly.
“You showed me the last time we scened just how strong you are emotionally, Venus. That’s what drew me to you then and has me begging at your feet once more.”
She opened her eyes and looked at him in surprise at the admission.
“Reach into that well of strength now, little one.”
His words soothed her troubled mind and helped her to find resolve. “Yes, Sir,” she responded in a steady, confident voice.
He sat down in a massive, spot-lit wingback chair. Immediately, his presence dominated the space. “Please remove your dress.”
Tatiana wasn’t fazed by the request, and she quickly undressed. She was proud of her body, and being naked at the club was the one place where she didn’t feel self-conscious about baring herself.
“Beautiful,” he praised as his eyes darkened while traveling over her body. “Just as I remember. Now, face down, over my lap, my pet,” he commanded in a firm yet gentle voice.
Again, Tatiana obeyed. She pulled in her breath as the leather of his pants felt cool against her bare stomach. The warmth of his touch seeped into her skin as he rested his hand on her buttocks.
“Have you ever been spanked by bare hand, Venus? Truly spanked by an experienced Dom?” he asked colloquially.
“I’ve had many spankings before, Sir, but mostly with impact tools. Never like this,” she replied. Her voice hitched slightly as his hand began to rub lazy circles over her buttocks.
“Then you’re in for a treat, my pet. A bare-hand spanking is intimate and sensual. It’s about more than just the impact; it’s about the connection.” His hand lifted, and Tatiana tensed as she anticipated the first strike.
Crack.
The slap was sharp, and the sting was swiftly followed by a rush of heat.
“Ohh!” she gasped as her body jerked in surprise.
“Hmm, perfect,” he rasped as he traced the line where her buttocks met her thighs. “Each strike will create a vibration, a ripple that will course through you, building pleasure and pain in equal measure.”
Crack.
“Ohh,” she moaned as her body immediately responded, and her clit throbbed with each strike. He spanked her methodically, each slap interspersed with caresses that drove the heat deeper into her muscles. She could feel her defenses crumbling, her walls shaking with each strike of his hand.
The room faded away as the sounds of other scenes dulled to a distant murmur. All that existed was her and Master Hades, the rhythm of his hand against her flesh and the heat that bloomed and spread. She was adrift, lost in sensation. Soon, her body was no longer her own… he owned every inch of it.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
“Oww!” Tatiana cried out, jerking with each strike. His hand was relentless as each slap landed with precision and ignited a firestorm of sensation. Her nerves were alight, her clit throbbing, and her orgasm teetering on the edge.
“Remember, Venus, you’re not allowed to come,” he growled in a dark rumble. Each swipe of his hand was a delicious torture and steadily pushed her closer to the brink while threatening to shatter her.
Crack. Crack. Crack.
Writhing on his lap, her breath escaped in ragged gasps. “Oh God, please, Master Hades,” she begged as her body tensed when she struggled to hold back her climax.
He paused, only to trace the curve of her inflamed cheeks.
“Please what, my pet?” he asked in a deceptively low tone. “Tell me what you need.”
She whimpered as her body shook with the effort of holding back. “I... I need to come,” she whimpered brokenly.
“Not yet, Venus,” he said sternly. “Spread your legs wide apart.”
Obeying, she gasped as he tore off her thong to expose her completely. A shiver shimmied over her as he brushed his hand against her labia. Within a singular breath, he pushed her aching body high into a euphoric cloud.
“Oh God, please,” she screamed as he ruthlessly spanked her exposed pussy. Each slap sent shockwaves of pleasure-pain coursing through her. She clung to his legs with her nails digging into his flesh as she fought to keep from climaxing.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
“Oww!” she screamed as her body convulsed when he thrust two fingers into her channel while circling her clit with his thumb. He fucked her mercilessly, his hand striking her pussy in rhythm with his thrusts.
Her primal cries echoed through the dungeon. She was lost, adrift in a sea of sensation as he became the master of her body. Losing the battle, she splintered apart as the orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. But he didn’t stop. He didn’t even pause. He continued to spank her, to fuck her, driving her from one climax to the next.
“No more,” she begged with her body thrashing in the grip of multiple orgasms. “Master Hades, I beg you... please stop,” she whimpered with tears streaming down her face.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
A scream tore from her throat, full-bodied and raw, as three hard slaps landed on her pussy before he roughly fingerfucked her again. Her body responded with a strong squirt of juice gushing from her loins, soaking them both. Embarrassment flooded her mind, but it was quickly overshadowed by another wave of pleasure. She had never squirted before, never experienced such an intense, overwhelming sensation.
The crowd erupted in applause, their cheers filling the room, but Tatiana barely heard them. All she knew was Master Hades, his touch, his command, and his total mastery of her body. She was his, utterly and completely, and in that moment, nothing else mattered.
When his fingers dipped between her thighs again and brushed against her throbbing clit, she whimpered, pushing back against his touch.
“Please, Master Hades.” The sound was hoarse and filled with need.
“Please, what, my pet?” he asked as his fingers teased her entrance.
“Please, fuck me. I need… you!” she begged as her body now ached to feel his hardness sliding deep inside her.
“Since you’re asking so nicely,” he growled in a low sound that sent a shiver down her spine. He shifted her off his lap, only to pull her back astride him with her knees on either side of his hips. Gripping her waist, he lifted her with one hand while freeing his cock with the other.
“Oh, sweet heaven,” she moaned as he lowered her onto him and filled her to the hilt.
Their eyes locked, and for a moment, time stood still.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, although there was a dark flash in his eye that sparked fear inside Tatiana. Then he began to move, and she forgot about it as his hips thrust up only to yank her down with hard, sharp movements to continuously impale her on his cock. She cried out, her head falling back as she fully surrendered to his dominance. The room echoed with the sound of their bodies meeting, the wet slap of skin against skin, their moans and gasps intertwining.
The crowd watched, their own scenes forgotten as they were drawn into the raw, primal intensity of Master Hades and sub Venus. She was unraveling, and her body shook with each thrust as her orgasm built, crested, and threatened to drown her.
“Come for me, Venus,” he commanded in a dark and harsh voice. His body was as tense as a wire beneath her. “Let go. Now.”
And she did. With a scream that tore from her soul, she came as her body convulsed around his hard cock, pounding into her. Once again, her juices squirted out, coating them both. He followed her over the edge with a carnal roar echoing through the dungeon as his length pulsed hotly within her.
In that suspended moment, emotions she couldn’t name crashed through her like a tsunami, threatening to drag her under. Their bodies remained locked, but Tatiana’s mind splintered into a thousand glittering shards. Her fingers dug into his flesh as she anchored herself to something solid while her world tilted on its axis. The familiar boundaries within her soul seemed to dissolve, leaving her adrift in sensations that terrified and electrified her.
“You belong to me now, Venus.” His voice rasped in powerful command against her ear.
With her face pressed against his neck, she inhaled his scent, but even this intimate gesture felt alien—as if she were simultaneously herself and someone else, someone who could surrender so completely, it made her question everything she thought she knew about control, desire, and her very identity. Each tremor that wracked her body felt like a small death, a letting go of who she was, leaving behind a stranger in her skin.
“Say it, little one. Tell me you belong to me… and only me.”
“Yes,” she whispered as her eyes clashed with his. “I belong to you, Master Hades.”
The peace that settled over her wasn’t gentle. It was devastating in its totality, like the calm in the eye of a storm. She felt herself fracturing and reforming, the pieces of her psyche rearranging themselves into patterns she didn’t recognize. This submission, this complete surrender, frightened her with its intensity, with how right it felt, and with how it erased every certainty she had ever held about herself.
In his arms, she was lost and found, broken and whole, herself and someone entirely new. The contradiction tore at her sanity, even as it filled her with a truth so profound it brought tears to her eyes. This experience hadn’t been about pleasure or passion—it was a shattering of self, a rebirth that left her gasping, not just from physical exertion but from the weight of her own transformation.
For once, she was exactly where she was meant to be, and that certainty terrified her more than any doubt she ever harbored about the elusive Master Hades.
Her eyes fluttered open as he tilted her head back to stare at her for long, tense moments. Then, a smile broke through like a beam of sunlight through a thundercloud.
“Since this scene catapulted us into a completely new dimension, I believe it’s time we officially meet.” He took her hand and squeezed it gently. “Hi, miss. I am Jarek Farrel, investor and owner of Deluxe Enterprises Incorporated, located in Boston.”
“It’s an honor to meet you, Mr. Farrel.” Her smile was blinding, but her voice trembled. “I am Tatiana Polov, CEO owner of TAP United Logistics at the Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport here in Atlanta.”
“Now… we’re on the right path, Ms. Polov.”
“Indeed, we are, Mr. Farrel.”