“Today?”
“Tomorrow, actually. You and I have a long flight ahead.”
He stares at me in silence as the jet races down the runway. I know he understands how significant this is for me.
I listen to the drone of the engines as the aircraft lifts into the air. At that moment, the first rays of sunlight break over the horizon.
The moment the jet levels off, Thane turns to me and asks in concern, “Are you certain you want me there?”
I look him square in the eye. “Of course. You are my brother.”
“Won’t your family object?”
“It won’t be an issue, moy droog. I’ve instructed the lawyer to read the will to them separately.”
Thane lets out a troubled sigh. “I can only imagine how well that is going to go over.”
I grin, amused by his concern. Taking the glasses from Rada, I hand him one. “This is going to be an entertaining weekend.”
Thane takes the shot from me and swirls the vodka in the glass while staring at it uncertainly. “I was serious when I said it’s too early for me to drink.”
“It’s never too early for vodka.” Lifting my glass, I give a proper Russian toast. “Let our tables break from abundance and our beds break from love.”
Chuckling, he is unable to resist such a fine toast and lifts his glass.
The two of us down the smooth vodka and I close my eyes in gratitude. The warmth of the alcohol travels down my throat and into my soul.
I hear Thane choke a little and smile to myself.
On cue, the stewardess offers us a small plate of pickles. We both grab one and I take a bite, unable to contain my excitement. “I have a huge surprise, moy droog.”
He laughs. “What? There’s more?”
“Da!” I stand up and take his empty glass, handing it to Rada. “Come with me, comrade.”
Thane hastily licks his fingers after finishing the pickle and stands up. I lead him to the enclosed room at the far end of the jet and instruct him to open the door.
He looks at me warily before turning the handle and opening it. The shocked expression on his face makes me chuckle.
“You’ve got to be kidding me. This plane has a king-sized bed?”
“My grandfather insisted on a good night’s sleep whenever he traveled. But, me? I have other uses for a room like this.” I point to the St. Andrew’s cross that I had recently installed.
“A lot of good that does you when you fly alone,” he jokes.
“Exactly.” I snap my fingers and a set of identical twins get up from where they were all but invisible kneeling beside the bed. As they walk up to me and bow, I look at their naked bodies with a sense of pride.
They are true beauties, each in her own right.
I reach down and cup their chins, tilting their faces up so I can gaze into their eyes as I tell Thane, “Manya and Panya have agreed to fulfill our darkest desires.”
My cock reacts seeing both girls look up at me with unquestioning trust.
I turned to ask Thane, “Which one would you prefer—or would you like both to start?”
He rubs the back of his neck. “I’m not exactly prepared…” Glancing at me accusingly, he mutters, “…because someone dragged me out of bed before the crack of dawn.”
I chuckle.
Taking control of the situation, he commands the girls. “I require a sponge bath before we begin.”
I appreciate that Thane is as much a stickler for cleanliness as I am. It shows a level of respect for ones’ self and the submissive. Nodding to the twins, I leave him in their capable hands.
I return to the main cabin and tell Rada, “I want a bottle of vodka and my cat o’ nines.”
“Of course, gospodin.”
She gets the bottle first and hands it to me before retrieving my instrument from my luggage. Having flown with me before, she is well aware of my kinky lifestyle and is accepting of it, though she is not a submissive herself.
I insisted that she stay on as part of the staff after my grandfather died, knowing that she faithfully served him for years. In my opinion, faithfulness should always be rewarded because it is a hard thing to come by in the world.
When she hands me the cat o’ nines, I make a suggestion. “Feel free to put your feet up and listen to some good music. We will be a while…”
She blushes slightly. “Yes, gospodin.”
I step back into the bedroom and find Thane lying on the bed while Manya finishes drying him with a towel. Seeing that Panya is currently unoccupied, I command, “Come here. Let my cat o’ nines flirt with you.”
Panya bites her lip as she approaches, her eyes focused on the floor. “How would you like me, Rytsar?”
“Bound to the cross, of course.”
I lead her to the St. Andrew’s cross. Turning her to face it, I secure her right wrist in the leather cuff. I lightly brush my lips against her shoulder and whisper, “I can’t wait to taste your tears.”
She lets out a little whimper as I grasp her other wrist to bind it. She is already trembling, and I haven’t even begun yet.
I chuckle to myself.
She has reason to fear my ’nines because she has felt its power before, yet it remains something she craves. My desire to challenge her with pain matches her need to receive it. Ours is a symbiotic relationship.
I cuff her ankles next, spreading her legs wide as I secure them to the wood frame.
I glance at my comrade and see that he is enjoying a session of fellatio with Manya. He’s a lucky man. She is known for her exceptional skill.
I turn my attention back on Panya, who waits silently on the cross, anticipating the bite of my cat o’ nines.
Before I begin, however, I take a vaginal clamp from a drawer.
Kneeling beside her, I place the cold steel between her inner and outer lips and hear her gasp. Using the screws, I tighten the left side first, compressing her pussy lip, then move to the right and do the same. The instrument spreads her labia wide, exposing her clit and vagina, but the real purpose is to stimulate her outer lips. While I lash her with my ’nines, she will also feel the pressure of the clamp.
I stand up and whisper in her ear. “This doesn’t come off until I am ready to fuck you.”
She moans with excitement.
I move into position and pick up my instrument, swinging it to warm up my muscles. I must be limber so I can remain precise in my delivery.
I take my task seriously, and I am disciplined in my approach. My aim, whenever I scene with my ’nines, is to leave marks without breaking the skin. Some Dominants have criticized me for it, claiming that I am not a true sadist for my unwillingness to draw blood.
I don’t care.
I remember too clearly the bloody wounds my father inflicted on me as a boy, and the hours my mother spent tending to my injuries so I wouldn’t scar.
Those memories stay with me.
It is the reason I only leave temporary marks using clean, precise strokes meant to challenge but not to cut—otherwise, I am no different from my father.
And I am nothing like that man.
Knowing that Panya likes more challenging strokes, I begin with an intense lash to set the tone of our session.
Her cry fills the cabin.
Manya glances at us for a moment and smiles. She enjoys hearing her twin’s passionate screams and starts going down on Thane with even more enthusiasm. He is forced to stop her to regain his control.