Chapter Twenty
Xia
The CDS Sky Dungeon, GoldenEye Airbus IV...
Rex leaned in close, his breath ghosting across her temple as he inhaled deeply. “You’re trembling, Angel.” His voice transformed into a dark and primal drawl that turned her bones into liquid.
No shit, Sherlock, her mind wailed in silent protest.
“Good. You should be scared. You’ve been dealing with the amicable Master R. Now you get to meet the Demon Master, and for the next eight hours...” He paused, letting the words sink in. “You’re at the mercy of that demon’s choices.”
“I... but... you can’t...” The words stumbled over each other as her protest died in her throat when he cut her off with a single, commanding word.
“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.
The coordinator stepped back, her hands lingering for just a second too long before she retreated. Rex didn’t look at her. His gaze was fixed on Xia, his wife whisperer, aka Angel—a name that tasted like irony on his tongue now.
She stood as he had left her with her wrists and ankles secured to the cross.
It was designed in such a way that the sub's entire body, except for the section over her kidneys, was accessible during a flogging. Her body was stretched taut, and her back arched just enough to present her breasts and pussy as offerings. The oil turned her skin into a shimmering artwork. She looked like a precious painting, one worth paying a fortune for. Rex’s fingers twitched at his sides.
He didn’t speak. Not yet.
Instead, he reached for the floggers. Their falls were woven with thin, barbed wire.
These specific ones were designed for lower impact, and although they didn’t just sting but tore and left marks that lasted for days, they weren’t as razor sharp as others he owned.
He didn’t intend to break Xia’s skin, not tonight anyway, but he sure as hell would pinch it.
He tested their weight in his hands and smiled at the way the barbs glinted under the light.
Xia’s breath hitched.
She knew what was coming.
Xia
The CDS Sky Dungeon, GoldenEye Airbus IV...
The first lash was a whisper.
A soft, almost teasing stroke across her shoulders with the barbs barely grazing her skin. She exhaled, her body relaxing fractionally—this wasn’t so bad—but then the second strike came, harder. The barbs bit into her flesh, wrapping around her hip to snap against the softness of her stomach.
“Oh fuck,” she gasped. The third was worse, the ones following, even more so.
Rex was precise. Methodical. He avoided her kidneys, her spine, the places that could do real damage, but everywhere else was fair game—her back, her ass, the backs, and insides of her thighs.
Each strike was a brand, a searing line of fire that bloomed across her skin.
The barbs dug in just enough to make her flinch, to make her feel every inch of the punishment.
Her breath stuttered as he circled the cross.
The floggers came down on the undersides of her breasts, the strips wrapping around her ribs, the barbs catching the sensitive skin just beneath.
Her body jerked against the restraints, but there was no escape.
The next strike landed directly on her nipples.
“Fuck!” The raw scream tore from deep within.
“Ah, there it is,” he praised.
The pain was white hot, a searing jolt that shot straight to her clit. She bit her lip, her breath coming in ragged gasps, but then—
Another strike.
And another.
Her nipples were on fire, swollen and throbbing as the barbs tugged at the sensitive peaks with every lash. She whimpered, her body trembling as her mind divided between agony and something darker, something hungrier.
Rex didn’t stop.
Instead, he moved lower.
The floggers snapped up between her legs, the strips slapping against her spread pussy, the barbs nipping at the inside of her labia, against her clit, and the sensitive flesh that was already achingly wet.
“Oww.. fuck!” she screamed. Her hips buckled wildly, but the cross held her fast. The pain was excruciating, but beneath it—
Lust exploded.
A molten heat pooled in her belly, her clit pulsed in time with the strikes as her body betrayed her, wanting this, needing this, even as her mind begged for mercy.
The pain elevated her, sparked the endorphins to a high she had never experienced, and without knowing, she passed into subspace.
She didn’t hear her own screams, didn’t see how his eyes evaluated every reaction after a strike, or realize him bringing her back from the edge with calculated strikes, soft, then hard, then soft. ..
By the time the final strike landed, she was a mess.
Tears streamed down her face with snot dripping from her nose.
Her body trembled violently. Her skin was on fire, her nipples and pussy throbbed in time with her heartbeat, the pain so intense, it bordered on pleasure.
Her thighs were slick with more than just oil—her arousal was impossible to hide, a glistening trail of shame and need.
“Master R... M-Master R... I-I...” she pleaded in a raw, broken voice.
Rex stepped closer, his breath hot against her ear. “Yes, Angel? What is it?”
She swallowed to coat her dry throat. “I’m sorry. I was wrong. I-I won’t do it again. I swear. I’ll never disrespect or humiliate you like that again.”
“Oh, Angel.” His chuckle was dark and amused. “You shouldn’t make promises you won’t be able to keep.” His fingers traced the welts on her back, his touch almost gentle. “But I am proud of you. You took your punishment so well.”
She whimpered as he cupped her breasts, and his thumbs brushed over her abused nipples. The pain was immediate and sharp, but beneath it—
Need rippled through her with each pass. She shuddered as her body arched into his touch, and her pussy clenched desperately around... nothing.
“I need—” Her voice broke. “Please, Master R. Fuck me.”
Rex hummed, his fingers sliding lower, teasing her throbbing and painful clit. “Hmm. This is punishment, Angel, and it was only the first part.” His voice was a dark caress. “Giving you pleasure now would defy the purpose, wouldn’t it?”
“Please...” She was begging now, her voice desperate. “I-I can’t... you have to...”
“No.” His tone was final. “You need to recover first.” He turned to the coordinator. “Fetch me the special soothing gel for her pussy. Oh, and Jane...” He caught Xia as her legs gave out, lifting her effortlessly into his arms. “We’ll be at the cage. Bring it there.”