Chapter Twenty-One
Xia
The CDS Sky Dungeon, GoldenEye Airbus IV...
Xia stiffened. “The... cage?”
Rex’s smile was all teeth.
“Yes, Xia. Since you publicly humiliated me, you will publicly show the members how you bore your punishment.” He carried her toward the gilded monstrosity, its bars mocking her with their shiny surface.
“You will look pretty as a peacock while begging every Dom who passes to ease the pain in your nipples by sucking them.”
Her breath hitched. “You are not serious.”
Rex’s laugh was a dark, velvety promise. “Again... I never joke about punishment.”
He set her down inside the cage. It was tall enough for her to stand. Her body refused to stop trembling, even after he had gently covered every welt with arnica and smoothed a thick gel inside her pussy where the strips had landed.
The door clicked shut behind him. Her fingers curled around the bars as the lock engaged with a finality. Her stomach dropped, but she knew it was fruitless to beg. This was punishment, and the only way he would release her was if she used her safeword. She wasn’t ready to say the word. Not yet.
“I will be watching, Xia.” His voice was a promise. “If you allow one Dom to pass without begging his attention to your tits, more punishment will be added.”
She swallowed. “How are they supposed to suck my tits if I’m inside the cage?”
Rex’s fingers reached through the bars to grab hold of her nipples. Ignoring her cry of pain, his grip tightened as he pulled her forward. The bars pressed into her ribs as he tugged her breasts to spill through the gaps, now even more swollen and throbbing with her nipples dark and engorged.
“There.” He purred. “Problem solved.”
Xia looked down. Her breasts were huge, stretched and distorted by the bars, the nipples painfully erect with the skin already bruising from the flogging. “Freaking hell,” she whimpered, humiliation and arousal warring inside her. She was held captive with her tits clamped between the bars.
Rex’s laugh rippled evilly. “Heads up, Angel. The first Dom is heading this way.”
Xia wasn’t timid. She had been a sub for years, had taken pain, and had endured humiliation before. But this—
This was different. This was public. This was forced.
Worse... she deserved it.
The Dom, a broad-shouldered man with a predatory smile, paused in front of the cage. His gaze flicked to her exposed breasts, then to Rex, then back to her.
“Well?” His voice was amused. “What do we have here? Tits so beautifully on offer must have a story to tell.”
Xia’s face burned. “P-Please, Sir...” she managed in barely a whisper. “Would you do me the kindness of-of sucking my nipples?”
The Dom raised an eyebrow. “And why would I do that?”
Xia swallowed in an effort to build courage. “I-I was punished. For humiliating my Dom. This is part of it.”
The Dom’s smile widened. “So, you’re being rewarded for bad behavior?” He shook his head. “No. I don’t think so.”
Xia’s gaze flicked to Rex, who watched with raised eyebrows.
“Maybe if you begged, I might reconsider,” the Dom continued in a gravelly voice.
Her stomach twisted. She hated this. Hated the way her body responded, the way her nipples throbbed, and most of all, the way her pussy clenched at being used like this.
“Please, Sir...” Her voice was stronger now, desperate. “Please. I-I need it. I need the pain to stop. Just for a little while. I beg you, suck my tits.”
The Dom hesitated, then stepped closer. “Since you’re asking so nicely.” His lips closed around her nipple.
“Ahhh!” Xia cried—not with pleasure, but from pain.
The suction was too much, too harsh, the sensitivity of her abused flesh making every pull a fresh agony.
The Dom didn’t care. Why should he? She belatedly realized this was exactly what the Demon Master had intended.
The Dom sucked harder, his teeth grazing the tender peak, with his fingers digging into her breast as he pulled on it. First the one, then the other.
Xia whimpered as her body trembled, and her mind fractured between humiliation and something darker, something hotter—pure lust.
Rex watched with an unreadable expression.
Finally, the Dom pulled away, leaving her nipples red and swollen with pain radiating through her chest.
“I hope next time you will think twice before being a naughty girl, subbie,” he said as he walked away.
“Pay attention, Angel. There’s another one on the way,” Rex warned in a dark tone.
Over an hour. A whole goddamned hour he kept her in the cage, having her tits sucked.
Doms came and went, their mouths relentless—sucking, biting, pulling at her nipples until the flesh was swollen, until the ache pulsed in time with her heartbeat, until the pain dissolved into something so sharp and hungry, she shook all over.
A need coiled low in her belly, tightening with every rough tug of teeth and every bruising press of fingers.
She never expected it to feel like this when the punishment started, but with Rex watching—his gaze dark and unreadable—it was like he was memorizing every gasp, every flinch, and how her body betrayed her.
The lust didn’t just rise; it multiplied, spreading through her veins like wildfire, turning her into a wild woman she barely recognized.
She became a creature of want. A woman who craved the very thing that hurt her.
By the time the cage door clicked open, Xia was a wreck—her breath was ragged and her skin slick with sweat.
Her nipples were swollen and aching, and her breasts bruised from the relentless clamps of the bars.
Every nerve in her body thrummed with exhaustion, with need, with the humiliating, intoxicating knowledge that he had watched her suffer for over an hour without so much as a touch.
And now he was here.
She jerked at the first brush of his fingers against her inner thigh. Her muscles locked in anticipation. She didn’t need to be told. She spread her legs without hesitation, her thighs trembling as she exposed herself to him—wet, swollen... his.
Rex didn’t speak at first. He crouched between her legs, his presence alone enough to draw a whimper from her lips. His fingers traced the seam of her pussy with deliberate slowness, parting her folds like he was unwrapping a precious gift. His hot, steady breath seared her skin.
“Ohmm.” She bit her lip to stifle a moan.
“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. His thumb grazed her clit, just enough to make her hips jerk. “So pretty when you’re desperate. Such a fucking wet cunt. A slut of perfection.”
She whined, her fingers clamping tightly around the cage bars.
His fingers slid deeper, testing her, stretching her just enough to make her gasp.
“The gel did its job,” he mused, his touch almost clinical—if clinical meant possessive. “No damage. Just... perfect.” She moaned as his fingers curled inside her. Her back arched with heat rushing through her. “But you’re still so tight. Still aching for me, aren’t you, little slut?”
She nodded frantically, her voice breaking. “Y-Yes, Sir.”
His lips twitched into a dark smile. “Good.” His fingers pumped once... slow and deep. “Because I’m not done with you yet.” He continued in a growl. “Nor did I tell you to stop asking the Doms to suck your tits.”
“Oh, freaking bear balls. Please, I can’t anymore,” she whimpered.
“You better dig deep, Angel. It’s not over until I say it is.” His voice darkened in warning.
Xia didn’t hesitate. She turned to the next Dom—Master Coop—and this time she didn’t mind begging. At least she knew him.
Coop didn’t ask why. He stepped forward, his lips closing around a nipple as his tongue swirled around the sensitive peak. The exclamation crawling from her chest was hoarse as sharp pain seared through her mind but at the same time, a fresh seam of lust exploded.
Rex’s fingers were gone, replaced by the wet heat of his mouth—his tongue sliding deep, fucking her with slow, deliberate strokes that caused her thighs to shake.
She released a carnal shout, her back arching to push her tit deeper into Coop’s mouth, but before the sound could fully leave her lips, his teeth sank brutally into the nipple.
“Fuck!”
The pain was piercing, electric, a white-hot brand that shot straight to her clit.
She jerked, but Rex’s hands were iron on her hips, pinning her against the bars as his tongue curled inside her, lapping at her like she was his favorite sweet treat.
Coop’s mouth was relentless—sucking, biting, the pressure just shy of too much, the ache blooming into a dark and needy monster.
She was drowning. Not in one sensation, but in two—the brutal pleasure of Rex’s tongue splitting her open, the searing pain of Coop’s teeth sinking deeper, and the way the two collided inside her. A storm of fuck, yes, and oh god, stop, left her voice raw, and her body trembling.
“Please...” The word tore from her throat in a half-sob, half-whimper. She didn’t even know what she was begging for. More? Less? For them to never stop?
Coop’s tongue swirled around her nipple, soothing the sting just as Rex’s teeth grazed her clit. The contrast was madness—the sharp bite of pain, the slow, wet drag of pleasure, her body caught between them, torn apart and put back together in the same breath.
Rex’s fingers joined his mouth, two thick digits pumping inside her, curling just right.
“I-I’m coming—” she screamed.
“No, you’re not.” But Rex’s gruff order was too late.
The scream tore from her throat, raw and broken, as the orgasm hit her like a freight train—hot, brutal.
.. too fucking much. Her back bowed in an arch as her pussy clenched around Rex’s tongue as if she could milk the pleasure from him, as if she could drown it in.
For a single, blissful second, the world went white.