Chapter Six
Rex
The Sky Dungeon, GoldenEye IV 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.”
“The woman with Master Coop,” Max said as he watched the curvy woman across the cabin. “Since I don’t recall seeing her face on the inflight staff folder you sent me, I assume she’s the bartender you have the hots for?” Max tapped his chin. “Xia Foster, was it?”
“Yes, that’s her,” Rex admitted grudgingly. “For the record—again, I don’t have the hots for her. Just because I can appreciate her beauty and allure, doesn’t mean—”
“And he protests too much for any of us to believe that load of shit,” Jax chuckled.
“Believe it.” Rex smirked. “I am on a mission to find Mrs. Perfect, and I refuse to be sidetracked for a one-time fling. Besides,” his eyes glimmered as a thought took seed, “I have the perfect job for that little brunette.”
“We’re all ears.” Dexter leaned closer with a hand cupped around one ear.
“Fuck off, Dex.” Rex aimed a fist at him, which he effectively ducked. “In fact, why don’t all of you find your wives. Knowing them, they’re probably devising revenge strategies for leaving them alone for so long.”
“Shit, you’re right,” Jax muttered as he glanced at his watch. “Nanja has been in a bad mood lately, so I better get to her.”
“Same with Wicked. That woman is the reason I am sprouting gray hairs daily now,” Max said as he and Dexter followed Jax to the entertainment cabin.
Axel laughed as he watched them hurry off. “Still have that yearning to have what they’ve got, Rex? Looks a hell of a lot like the proverbial ball and chain to me.”
“Maybe, but have you ever seen them happier than they have been since they met their other halves?”
Axel shrugged. “I guess you’re right. You do you, my friend, but me? I’m staying far away from wedded bliss, thank you. I’ve been chained up more than enough. There is no way in hell I’ll ever give another person that much power over me... especially not a woman.”
“So instead, you’re going to keep irritating me on this flight?” Rex understood Axel’s feelings about restrictions all too well. He had valiantly taken the blame for a crime he didn’t commit to keep his young brother from jail... and ended up being incarcerated himself.
“You should be so lucky.” Axel looked around until he spotted the blonde woman in a skimpy nurse’s outfit. “Nope, I already secured a delightful little nurse to scene with. Pity about the full face mask, though. I’d love to see if her face matches that seductive body of hers.”
“Have fun, my friend.” Rex glanced around as he leaned against the bar. “I believe I’ll follow your example. Hmm, Little Red Riding Hood over there has potential.”
“Then go get her. Ciao, see you later.” Axel ambled off. Rex studied the tall woman who returned his interest blatantly.
“A little brash, if you ask me.”
Rex’s dick jerked at the unexpected husky voice so close to his ear. He couldn’t remember the last time his body reacted so instantly to a woman’s voice... except, she was the wrong woman. He didn’t turn around.
“Why is that?”
“No coyness, no obvious sign of submission... just a blatant invitation. If you ask me, that woman has the same intentions as the blonde you punished.”
“Hmm,” Rex crossed his legs as his eyes did a slow gander over the brunette’s hourglass body. “Which are?”
“She’s after more than your... er...”
“Cock?” he offered helpfully.
“Yeah, that.”
Rex smiled as he could envision her cheeks glowing red. “There’s nothing wrong with a sub’s fascination with a Dom’s cock, Ms. Forster. You do know this is ultimately a BDSM club, right, where cocks and cunts tend to co-exists... intimately at times.”
“Of course I do, but heed my warning, Master R. Little Red Riding Hood over there is gunning for that gold little thread around her finger.”
“Well, that makes her perfect.”
“Say what?”
Rex chuckled at the amazement in Xia’s voice. He glanced at her over his shoulder and almost did a double-take. Her cheeks were indeed glowing, but instead of embarrassment, she looked completely and utterly fuckable. He forced a broad smile on his lips.
“Since my sole aim on this trip is to start looking for the future Mrs. Oliver, I’d say Little Red Riding Hood is the exact candidate to play with.
” He winked at her. “Thanks for the advice, Ms. Forster.” With long strides, he started walking toward the blonde, stopped, and turned back to her. His eyes glimmered with mirth.
“Actually, seeing as you’re a self-proclaimed sub whisperer, I have a specific job for you. You will study all the subs I play with, interact with them, do your thing... and let me know which ones are the real deal.”
“Do my thing?” Xia’s jaw turned slack as she stared at him. “You want me to... to evaluate every woman you... you...”
“Fuck,” he said with a wide grin.
“Yes, that... and tell you yea or nay?”
“Exactly that.”
“You are completely out of your freaking mind, Master R. I’m here to be a bartender, not to be your personal... your personal...”
“Wife evaluator?” he offered helpfully.
“Exactly that.” With her hands planted on her hips, she was a picture of affront. “With all due respect, Master R... you can go... can go...”
“Fuck myself?” he prodded with a raised eyebrow.
“That too,” she snorted. “I have no intention of following you around and witnessing you in every inconceivable position of... of...”
“Fucking?”
“You seem to have a fascination with that word, so why don’t you go and do just that instead of bothering me with your stupid suggestion?”
“It’s not a suggestion, Ms. Forster. It has just become your inflight job. From this moment, you are no longer a bartender. Your sole function is to help me find the future Mrs. Oliver.” He gestured to the end of the bar. “So, come on. Hop to it, Xia. There’s a lot of fucking to be done.”
“I am not interested in—”
Rex looked at Cooper, who watched them with open amusement. “Master Coop, please inform Ms. Foster that her position has changed and that her services are no longer needed behind the bar.”
Cooper gestured at Rex. “What he said.”
“This is... it’s... it’s just... Ugh! Bubbling bear shit,” she ended in a frustrated mutter.
Rex offered her a stern look. “You have two choices, Xia. Either accept the position as my wife whisperer, or you go back home once we land and lose the income, apart from the couple of hours you worked up to this point.” Rex didn’t feel an iota of guilt.
He was enjoying himself too much. How else, those rosy cheeks turned his insides to a jumble of emotions he hadn’t experienced in years.
“That’s blatant blackmail.”
“No, it’s my prerogative as your employer to change your inflight function.”
“Fucking blue bear balls, this totally sucks,” she muttered.
“What was that, Ms. Forster?” Rex planted a pretend frown on his forehead. “I don’t appreciate mumbling.”
“Very well, Master R. I’ll do what you want, but don’t expect me to sugarcoat my evaluations.”
“I’d be insulted if you did.”
“But I am not watching you... watching you...”
“Fucking,” he said once again.
She glowered at him. “Any of those potential Mrs. Olivers.”
“Pity. An onlooker’s point of view could be very valuable.” Rex patted a finger under her chin, effectively closing her gaping mouth.
“Let me know if you change your mind.”