Chapter Eight
Xia
The Sky Dungeon, GoldenEye IV 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.
“Honestly?”
“Nothing else would do.” His face seemed crafted from granite as he watched her intently, which spiked her lust even more.
“She’s about as genuine as a one-hundred-dollar bill wrapped in designer knockoffs.
” Xia’s mouth ran ahead while her brain was still putting up, ‘proceed with caution’ signs.
“Sure, she submits beautifully, but I’m pretty sure she’s already planning which wing of your mansion to redecorate.
Plus, she’s giving me serious, I boil bunnies in my spare time, vibes right now. ”
The corner of his mouth twitched. “Continue.”
“Look, if you’re into high-maintenance drama queens who probably have your wedding planned down to the color-coded spreadsheets, go for it. But personally? I’d rather suggest you date a piranha. At least they’re honest about their intentions.”
A genuine laugh rumbled from his chest. “Good. We’re in agreement.”
Xia frowned at him. “Why ask me if you already decided?”
His eyes darkened. “Because I’m left with a conundrum. I’m afraid you’re going to need to step up and fulfill your role. My cock is as hard as a rock, and I need to fuck.”
Xia almost choked on the gasp that she forced back. “I told you I’m not going to be a substitute for someone else awakening your lust.” Her voice came out steadier than she felt.
“You’re wrong. It’s not Petals who aroused me.” His eyes bored into hers with an intensity that took her breath away. “It was you.”
“Me?” Color bloomed across her cheeks like wildfire. “I... what... but...”
“Don’t you think I didn’t sense every reaction from you with every stroke or touch I made against her skin? Do you honestly think I can’t smell your delicate and musky arousal as we speak?”
“I... that’s... you can’t just...” Words apparently decided to take an impromptu vacation, leaving her brain scrambling for coherent thoughts. “I mean... that’s not... I was just...”
“Watching. Wanting. Wondering what each touch would feel like on your skin instead of hers.” He leaned closer, his breath ghosting across her ear.
“You didn’t even realize I was watching you all the time as well.
Your pupils dilated with every stroke. Your breath hitched with every moan.
You were practically squirming against that wall. ”
“I was not sq-squirming!” She managed to squeak out, betrayed by her stuttering tongue. “I was... conducting a very professional evaluation!”
“Is that what we’re calling it now?” His smile was pure sin. “Be ready, Angel. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you realize it’s you I lust for before we fuck.”
He turned and walked back to Petals, smoothly transferring her care to the waiting empath Dom. Xia stood frozen, her brain still short-circuiting on his, “Be ready.”
“Shit, holy shit, holy shit, shit.”
Xia
Her heart was doing the cha-cha against her ribs as she followed Rex down the corridor to his private suite.
Each squeak of her boots on the floor felt like a countdown, except she didn’t know if it was because she was terrified or excited.
This was the last thing she expected to happen tonight, no matter how much she wanted Rex.
Spitting bear balls, a woman needs some warning... time to prepare.
Her inner submissive was already doing stretches and warming up, while her logical brain was still stuck on ‘be ready’ like a broken record.
The suite, when he opened the door, was pure Rex, minimalist luxury with an edge of danger.
The implements displayed on shelves behind smoked glass probably cost more than her annual salary, and the massive four-poster bed.
.. well, her imagination was already writing checks her experience might not be able to cash.
“Having second thoughts, Angel?” His voice had dropped into that commanding register that unwittingly cajoled her inner submissive to want to roll over and beg.
“I didn’t realize I had a choice, but no, I’m not, although I’m having about fifty-seven thoughts simultaneously, none of them are particularly coherent.
” The words tumbled out before her filter could catch them.
“Also, did anyone ever tell you that your bed looks like it could host a small circus?”
His laugh was as rich as it was dark, like expensive chocolate laced with sin. “Interesting observation. Care to audition as the main act?”
“That was terrible,” she groaned, even as heat pooled low in her belly. “Do billionaire Doms take classes in cheesy one-liners, or does it come naturally with the territory?”