Chapter Nineteen
Jax
C lub Decadent Sins , GoldenEye II Airbus, on a Wednesday night club flight...
“Well, however much I am delighted that you are deliberately being a brat in an effort to entice me to a private room, I’m afraid you forgot one tiny little warning I issued you on your very first flight in CDS.” Jax didn’t move from where he was sitting with his elbows leaning on the bar while facing the entertainment area. Ciska was perched on a stool next to him, her lips pulled in a delightful pout. Visions of their succulence sucking on his dick not that long ago sparked an excited twerk from the very same appendage.
“I’m afraid I am at a loss, Master J,” she said sweetly as she sipped on the mocktini, which Jax knew she hated, but he refused to budge on his rule. No drinking liquor until after their scene in the dungeon.
“Topping from the bottom, Nanja. Deliberately acting in a manner to manipulate a reaction from your Dom.” He looked at her with his usual devilish glint. “Well, you got my attention. However, I can guarantee you’re not going to like the punishment I decided upon.”
“I guess at some point you were going to push my boundaries. Lemme guess... a pussy whipping?”
Jax was hard-pressed not to laugh. She might not realize it, but she didn’t sound as scared or unwilling as her posture presented. Quite the opposite; she seemed rather thrilled. He guessed witnessing how subs reacted to pussy whippings over the past couple of weeks had triggered her curiosity. It pleased him to no end, but for now, it wasn’t on the menu.
Oh, no. It was time my little subbie learned that her Dom would always have a surprise in store for her.
“Then what?” she queried in a sour tone. “I thought you said we were going to scene tonight, but you’ve been ignoring me ever since we arrived.”
Jax had deliberately been distant and concentrated on club matters and interacting with the members. He wanted to see how she was progressing in tapping into her inner submissive to practice patience and please her Dom until he turned his attention to her. So far, she had failed miserably. It definitely was an aspect of her training that needed more attention. It would be so much easier if she lived with him. For the umpteenth time, he cursed the distance that separated them on a daily basis. Only seeing her over weekends and now and then during the week wasn’t cutting it for him.
No, he wanted her with him all the time.
“You need to learn patience, Nanja. It’s one of the more pleasing aspects of submission to a Dom. The feeling of being the center of his sub’s life blooms in his chest when her pleasure explodes on her face when she waits so long, and he turns his full attention to her.”
Her shoulders hunched. “So, it was a test... and I failed... yet again,” she murmured sadly. “I guess I’m a disappointment to you.”
He pinched her chin and tilted her head so their eyes met. “No, little one, you could never disappoint me. I know you’re trying, but perhaps you should concentrate more on the submission aspect than on being a brat.”
“You’re asking the impossible. I can’t change my nature. I am who I am. This is me... all the time. I don’t work on being what you call a brat.”
“Hmm. Be that as it may, let’s get your punishment done, and maybe if you do it well, I might consider taking you to the Flight Deck Room.”
Her eyes lit up. “So, what’s my punishment? A spanking? Spending time in the gilded cage? Nipple clamps... oh! I know. You’re going to test that new leather paddle on my ass.”
“None of the above.” Jax’s gaze swept across the room, taking in the various couples engaging in different activities. Some were relaxing, others were dancing, and a few were enjoying meals. There were those who already scened while others were in deep discussion, negotiating the terms of their agreed-upon encounters. A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes as he turned back to Ciska. “I believe the members here could do with some entertainment.”
“Entertainment?” Ciska’s brow furrowed with confusion that turned to apprehension at the amused smile on his face. “You want me to sing and dance for them? I’m afraid that’ll just chase them away, and they’ll never return.”
“Nothing as dramatic as that, so you can relax,” he reassured her, his tone deceptively calm. “I think a hopping bunny is exactly what would turn their trip into something memorable.”
“A what?” Ciska’s voice rose an octave as she stared at him in disbelief.
“You’re going to hop around like a bunny,” he explained as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “You know, feet together, hands pulled up under your chin, and off you go, hop, hop, hop.”
Ciska’s jaw dropped with her face painting a picture of utter incredulity. “You’re joking, right? You can’t be serious.” She couldn’t even muster outrage, only flat disbelief.
“Dead serious. Of course, unless you actually look like a bunny, no one will appreciate the full effect. Come... let’s get you dressed first.”
“Dressed? Do not tell me you have a bunny suit behind the bar!” she exclaimed, but despite her internal turmoil, she found herself following him to the small storage area as her feet moved of their own accord while her brain screamed in protest.
“Strip, please. Everything except those killer heels.”
“Why do I need to be naked to wear a bunny...” Her mouth gaped open as he held up the bunny ‘suit.’ “You expect me to wear that! That’s not a suit, that’s... that’s a few strips of leather.”
“It’s called a harness, and yes, it’s made from soft calf’s leather.”
“I can’t... you’re not going... this is...”
“Need a thesaurus, Nanja?”
“I swear to Santa’s reindeer, offer me a thesaurus again, and I will personally push it up your ass!” She pointed at the bunny ears and fluffy round tail he held in his hand. “What the effing hell is that?”
“Why, it’s your ears and tail, little bunny.”
“And just how do you presume to keep that tail in place?” she asked acerbically. “Oh, hell no!” she gasped as he opened his fist, displaying the glass butt plug attached to the bit of fluff.
“Come. Let’s get you ready.”
“Master J. I am not wearing that. I’ll hop like a bunny but dressed as I am.”
“Punishment is not a negotiation, Nanja. Now, either take your clothes off, or I will tear them off, and you will wear this suit for the balance of the flight. You choose.”
Mumbling under her breath, she yanked off her clothes. “I am pretty sure this falls under the section of my limit list I refused to do,” she all but growled as he helped her into the harness and tightened the leather strips around her breasts. “Oh, shit,” she moaned as she looked down. “They look huge!”
“And very pretty.” He smiled as her gasps intensified when he did the same with the straps between her legs that caused her labia to puff out enticingly. “Bend over at your waist and hold on to your ankles. Remember the theoretical training about butt plugs, little one. Push out as I push in... and breathe. Don’t forget to breathe.”
“This is so humiliating,” she moaned as she grabbed hold of her ankles.
“Humiliating would’ve been dressing you in the entertainment area. At least now, I’m the only one benefiting from this rather hot and sexy view.”
“Ohh, shit,” she moaned as he gently spread a copious amount of lubricant over her anus and scooped some inside with his finger.
“Here we go. Relax, Nanja. It’s a small plug and should pop in easily.” He gently swirled the tip inside and started pushing past her sphincter.
“Oh, of course,” she sneered. “It’ll just pohhp— OUCH— in!”
“See?” Jax chuckled as she continued to wail softly, one hand reaching back to find the fluffy tail secured with the butt plug embedded inside her ass.
“That freaking burns!” she complained as he assisted her upright.
“It’ll pass.”
“Your theoretical training said you’d do it slowly, not with one brutal shove!”
“Come now, subbie. That plug is so small, you didn’t even feel me pushing it inside. I promise you, there was no shoving involved.”
“Well, it didn’t feel like it.” She breathed in deeply, but her eyes still flashed angrily at him.
“There, see? Already better.” He reached into his jeans pocket. “Now, for your jewelry.”
“Seriously?” Her eyes widened on the alligator nipple clamps and the chains with small weights attached.
“Of course. No bunny hop is complete without some jingling chains.”
“I hate those clamps. I already told you that, Master J!”
“Noted, but perhaps in the future, you’ll be more cautious when you attempt to top me from the bottom.”
Ciska
T he Entertainment Area at Club Decadent Sins, GoldenEye II Airbus...
Walking had initially been torture since every step she took reminded her of the foreign object embedded inside her ass. Not to mention how the soft friction of the fluffy bunny tail teased and awakened her libido.
Well, do I dare mention that the butt plug and the nipple clamps are probably what aids that trigger and not the tail per se?
Ciska stoically ignored her inner voice. Nothing compared to how every single cell in her body suddenly sprang to attention when she started to hop.
Imagine that. Her, an IT guru and director of Cybersecurity, hopping along like an Energizer bunny!
“This night couldn’t get any worse,” she muttered. Jax caught her slacking and cast a warning look her way, which she took to heart and dutifully started hopping toward him.
“How much longer, Master J?” she asked surly.
“You have barely been at it for five minutes, subbie.” He reached out and reduced the pressure of the nipple clamps, which elicited a painful moan from her as the blood flushed the abused veins. “I don’t want to cause these beauties too much stress, so be sure to come around every five minutes so I can give them a chance to breathe.” That said, he tightened them again until she gasped in pain.
“There... oh, one more thing, Nanja. I noticed that you’re slapping away the Doms who reach out to pet you or play with your chains. You are the entertainment bunny. Your hands stay under your chin. If a Dom wants to entertain himself by yanking on these chains or teasing your swollen lips and nubs, you will entertain him. Is that clear?”
“You want me to... I don’t—”
“This is a BDSM club, Nanja. You are the entertainment bunny sub for the next hour. You will allow them to play with your bits, even suck or lick them, but one thing you will not do is climax. If you do, you will go around to every Dom on this plane and beg him to eat your pussy.”
“Now I know you’ve lost your marbles. I will most definitely not ask any of them such a thing!”
“Then I suggest you make sure you don’t come.” He slapped her on her ass and wiggled his brows. “Off you go, little bunny.”
“I hate you, Master J.”
“At the moment, I’m sure you do.”
To Ciska’s ears, he didn’t sound at all perturbed about it.
The next hour was pure torture as the Doms took her entertaining them seriously. Some pulled on the chains until her nipples were stretched to the limit. The pain caused a pulse of constant arousal to throb inside her. It didn’t help when someone toggled her clit, and to her horror, Dexter, Jax’s cousin, buried his face between her legs and lapped at her juices. Not climaxing had never been that hard, but his warning kept her staving it off until she thought she would burst.
“It’s been an hour,” she pleaded the next time she went to him to release the nipple clamps. “Holy fuck!” she screamed as, this time, he didn’t loosen the screws but instead ripped the clamps right off.
“Ah, such a beautiful sound,” he cooed as he leaned over and gently sucked and lapped at her throbbing nipples. “Breathe through the pain, little one. There... that’s better.”
“I can’t... no more hopping, please, Master J,” she moaned as she pressed her legs together in an attempt to lessen the swell of lust through her lower body. “If one more Dom rubs my clit or... or sucks my pussy, I’m going to come.” She lifted pleading eyes to him. “And I don’t want to... except with you.”
“Now, that’s what I wanted to hear, little one.” He wrapped his arm around her waist. “Come. I believe you earned some special time in the Flight Deck Room.”
“Oh, thank fuck,” she whispered.
Well, I never!
Oh, go away. What I just went through deserves a proper curse.
Indeed, it does.