Club Velvet 4
Copyright© 2026 by Kynlas_DK
Chapter 9
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 9 - Frank Devon, his pack, his club and the people who come to his club for connection and entertainment, this is their story and this is book 4 of the series. I would suggest starting at book 1 to understand the background and the world this club resides in.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Science Fiction BDSM DomSub Light Bond Polygamy/Polyamory
Frank and Jane were packed and ready to go. Two small suitcases sat by the front door as the family gathered to say their goodbyes.
A hired car whisked them from their home to the airport for their flight to Los Angeles, where they would attend a convention dedicated to the Dom/Sub lifestyle. It was something Jane had discovered years ago—something she’d wanted to explore—but life, young children, and business had always made it impossible. Now, with the kids older and Veronica’s twins finally manageable, the time felt right. A long weekend, just the two of them, to see how others lived this life they had quietly embraced but not fully explored.
Jane had carefully packed her collar along with the items Frank had chosen for her to wear. Unlike many of the other submissives who would likely attend in little or no clothing, Frank had made a deliberate decision: his girl would be fully covered as a sign of submission to him alone. Her suit—black spandex from neck to toe—featured discreet zippers at her crotch and over her nipples, both practical and playful by design. The suit allowed her to use the restroom without undressing, but the zippers also promised more intimate uses—accessible only by Frank’s command.
Everything was folded neatly in her case. Frank, on the other hand, packed lightly—he doubted he’d need much.
Their flight was first class, Chicago to Los Angeles.
They boarded the flight, settled into their seats and waited for the plane to take off.
“Honey, do I have to sit next to you? Can’t I sit on your lap instead?” Jane asked Frank, wanting to be held and played with. She had gotten more and more aroused by the idea of being his plaything for a long weekend. She liked being used by her husband, she always had good orgasms when he just used her.
A while back when he had used Veronica at the club, he came home and bent her over the bed and used her. No kisses, no words of devotion or love, just him using her body as he saw fit and she cried out several noisy orgasms as he pounded her from behind.
Now as she sat in her seat, hoping that he would use her like that again, wanting her big strong man to bend her over the seat and use her like he had done many times before.
“Calm down you. You’ll get yours when I’m good and ready.” Frank said, placing a hand on her leg and squeezing it.
Jane groaned internally, disappointed but knowing that if Frank said something, he was a man of his word and would do it when he was ready.
She rubbed her legs together, trying to stave off the desire that was bubbling deep within her.
Frank saw her movements and just smiled, sometimes waiting was the worst kind of torture and if he knew his wife, her panties were wet already and would be soaked by the time they landed.
Once the plane was in the air, the stews came around handing out treats and drinks, letting everyone in first class know that their seats reclined fully if they had the desire for intimate private time.
Jane leaned her chair back and unzipped her shorts and shimmied out of them and reached between her legs and used her fingers to entice Frank to action.
“Please honey, I need it so bad. I’m dying over here.” she whined with her fingers playing with her sex.
Frank smelled her arousal, worried that the rest of the plane would smell it as well, and considering her display was starting to get to him, he unzipped his pants, and said she could climb on, “since you seem to be a lusty little slut needing discipline, I’ll let you have your way with me if it will shut you up.”
She clapped her hands and quickly moved onto his lap. She held his erection in place and moved to take it fully into her body in long slow sensual motion. A trick that Veronica had taught her to draw out the feeling of taking a hard cock into her pussy.
Jane moved slowly up and down on his lap, ignoring the people around her as she moved. Her eyes were closed, her mind lost to the sensation of their love making, and the feeling of her husband deep in her body was all she cared about.
Frank and Jane were deep in each other’s arms when the plane jolted sharply, throwing Jane off balance and snapping her eyes open. The sudden turbulence wasn’t just a bump—something was wrong.
Frank’s expression changed instantly. He sat up, calm but serious. “Get dressed,” he told her, his voice low but urgent.
The shift in his tone sobered her. She moved quickly, her pulse quickening as she pulled her panties and shorts back on, fastened her bra, and smoothed her shirt into place. The soft chime of the seatbelt light echoed through the cabin, and the captain’s voice came over the intercom.
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is the captain. Please take your seats immediately, stow your belongings, and fasten your seatbelts. Flight crew, this is not a drill.”
The calm vanished in an instant. The flight attendants moved quickly, wordless but efficient, collecting cups and plates and shoving everything into trash bags as they hurried down the aisles.
What’s going on? Jane asked the WE silently, along with nearly every other passenger. The WE’s answer was soft and even: You are safe. Please remain calm.
A wave of calming hormones flowed through everyone, but Frank still felt uneasy. The plane shook again—harder this time—and moments later began its descent. Through the window, Frank caught sight of the ground: rows of flashing red and white lights lining the runway. Emergency vehicles. Dozens of them.
The plane touched down fast but smoothly, rolling to a stop. The captain’s voice came again, sharper this time. “Ladies and gentlemen, please evacuate the aircraft using the nearest emergency exit. I repeat, please exit immediately.”
The adrenaline surge hit hard. The WE couldn’t contain it. People stood and moved quickly but without panic as the doors were opened and the emergency slides inflated. One by one, passengers slid down into the bright Nevada sun where fire crews and medics were already waiting.
Frank helped Jane to the slide, holding her hand all the way to the ground. Her legs were shaking as they reached the tarmac.
“Come on, love,” Frank murmured, keeping her close as they were directed to waiting buses. He glanced back at the plane—one of the engines was torn open, metal twisted and blackened, the inner workings exposed and ruined. It looked like the engine had exploded midair. “Thank God,” he whispered.
Jane clung to him, her breath shaky as silent tears slipped down her cheeks. She pressed against his side, her fingers digging into his arm. Only after they were on the bus did she finally reach out through her WE connection to call home. “We’re okay,” she told the kids through tears. “We’re safe.”
Frank held her on his lap all the way to the terminal.
Inside, the airline staff was calm but harried, guiding shaken passengers to a special ticket counter where new arrangements were being made.
When it was their turn, Frank shook his head before the clerk could ask. “We’ll drive,” he said simply. “It’s only a few hours to LA. Honestly, after this, I think a detour might do us some good.”
“Of course, sir.” The clerk offered a polite smile and processed the change. “Here’s a rental car voucher, and your refund will be processed within 24 hours. We’re truly sorry for the disruption.”
With their bags in hand, Frank and Jane walked out into the Nevada heat, still shaken but alive. Their rental was a clean Camry waiting in the Nevada sun light.
They left the airport and started toward the highway, but Jane sat nervously in her seat. Her hands wrung together in her lap, making her look like she was nervous about something, but too afraid to ask.
Frank didn’t know any better, so he simply pulled into a gas station and parked the car. He took Jane’s hand in his and asked, “What’s wrong honey?”
In a shaky voice, she simply said, “we could have died.”
Frank brought her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles lovingly. “You’re right, we could have. But we didn’t.”
Jane looked at him, tears nearly spilling from her eyes, as she pulled his hand to her lips and she kissed his knuckles as well.
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