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Chapter One
Lukus
Lukus’s BMW hugged the exit ramp from the expressway at close to double the posted speed. He’d decided to take his pent-up sexual frustration out on his car and was grateful the Saturday afternoon traffic was light. In his condition, if the traffic were any heavier, someone could end up hurt.
He’d never been to Markus’s house out in the suburbs, and the anger he’d suppressed for three years was beginning to resurface with each passing mile. It was bad enough that Markus had never invited him over. No. His best friend actually had the balls to request someone else come out from Lukus’s company to install the security system during construction of the multi-million-dollar home. By the time it was finished, Markus had married Brianna. Lukus hadn’t even been invited to the wedding.
My invitation must have been lost in the mail.
Thinking back to his friend’s marriage didn’t improve Lukus’s mood. Markus had all but dropped Lukus once Brianna had entered his life. Lukus had gone to see Markus at his office one evening after the couple had gotten back from their honeymoon, hoping for an explanation. He’d been moderately drunk. Words had been exchanged and punches thrown. After that, the men had gone nearly a year without speaking.
Only Lukus’s arrest two years ago had brought them back together again. Markus had really come through for him when the chips were down, and while his friend had insisted on keeping Lukus hidden from his wife, he’d just been relieved to resume their friendship. The men had lunch together at least once a week and texted even more frequently. The friends had come to an unspoken truce, agreeing to avoid the subject of Brianna, and why Markus walked away from the BDSM lifestyle.
And now, the last twenty-four hours had pretty much torn down all of the walls holding Markus’s secrets at bay. While Brianna had answered some of the questions that had been gnawing at Lukus for years, the knowledge didn’t alleviate Lukus’s anger. He understood that Markus only sought to protect Brianna from the memory of the abuse she’d experienced, but did he somehow think that Lukus was anything like the bastard who’d abused his wife?
What the fuck did he think I was going to do? Show up at the wedding in leather, whip in hand, and scare the shit out of her?
Lukus wasn’t sure what he was going to find when he got to his friend’s house. He also didn’t have a clue how he was going to look Markus in the eye given his magnetic attraction to Brianna. Just thinking of her tied naked in his bed with her pink, striped ass and bound breasts still had his cock throbbing with desire.
Maybe Markus was right to keep her away from me after all. If I was back at my loft, I’d probably be fucking her silly by now.
Thankfully, he’d had enough willpower to get the hell out of there before he did something stupid. Just thinking of her again reminded him to make a call he’d meant to make as soon as he got on the road.
He dialed Derek. His friend answered quickly.
“Hey,” his partner asked. “How’s the training going? Did she sign the divorce papers yet?”
Lukus should have been prepared for the question. “No… not yet and honestly, I don’t think she’s going to. I’m on my way out to talk to Markus about it now. That’s why I’m calling. What’s Rachel up to this morning?”
Derek laughed. “Well, right this minute she’s kneeling under the desk at the office sucking me off. Why?”
“We’ve discussed this, man. You need to stop bringing her into the security office to service you. All it does is get the rest of the crew all horny and jumpy. Unless you plan to start sharing her, you need to cut that shit out.”
“Hey, it’s Saturday and I already sent the guys working today out on their assignments. No one is around right now and even if they come back, she can just stay hidden at my feet under the desk.”
“Fine, but as soon as you’re done defiling your wife’s throat, I need you to send Rachel up to my loft to babysit.”
Derek chuckled. “What? Did you have some chick show up with a kid she’s trying to saddle you with?”
“Don’t be an ass. I left Brianna tied up to my bed. She gets upset when she’s left locked up. She’s terrified of being stuck in case the building catches on fire or some bullshit like that. Honestly, at first, I laughed it off, but when I really think about it, I realize we might be putting the submissives in danger when we tie them up and leave them unattended. You think you could send Rachel up to sit with her until I get back?” There was silence on the phone for a few long seconds. “Derek…. you still there?”
“Let me get this straight. You, Master Lukus Mitchell, the hard-ass owner of The Punishment Pit, not only took a sub that you were charged with punishing up to your private loft, but you have her tied to your soft, king-size bed. And now you want my sub… mywife… to go keep her company so she doesn’t get scared. Is that really what you’re saying here?”
“I told you… You know what? Fuck it. I’m sorry I called.” Lukus was suddenly self-conscious. Calling Derek seemed like a fine idea before, but now hearing his words coming back at him from his second in command, he sounded exactly like one of the lightweight Doms that he and Derek liked to make fun of—the ones that brought their subs into the club because they were too soft to actually discipline them properly themselves.
Lukus could hear muffled sounds at the other end of the connection. He then heard Derek telling Rachel to go kneel out in the reception area and wait for him. After a few seconds, Derek was back on the line and Lukus could hear the concern in his voice.
“Alright man. What the hell is going on with you? Please tell me you didn’t fuck her.”
Lukus wanted to be pissed at his friend for even thinking it, but he knew he’d be a complete hypocrite if he busted Derek’s balls over his accusation since it had taken all his restraint not to claim Brianna. He took a deep breath and sighed before answering truthfully. “No, man. I didn’t fuck her. But I’ll tell you… I wanted to…bad. I had to get the hell out of there before I did something stupid.”
“Shit. Well, yes. Fucking Markus’s wife would have been colossally stupid. She’s hot, but she’s so off limits.”
“Tell me something I don’t already know. Listen, will you please send Rachel up? I don’t want her to even know Rachel is there and under no circumstances do I want Rachel talking to her. Do you hear me? Bri knows next to nothing about Markus in his Dom days and I don’t need Rachel filling her in yet. Got that?”
“Sure, I can send her up and she’ll do what I tell her. You know that. I’m worried about you though. This isn’t like you at all. I hear it in your voice, Lukus. You’re getting emotionally invested in this.”
“Well, fuck yeah. How the hell can I not after the history Markus and I have had since he met Brianna? There’s a part of me that’s relieved he’s turning to me to help him… like the old days. Then there’s a part of me that’s furious that I wasn’t good enough to be part of their lives before this. He waits until some asshole fucks her and now, she’s suddenly my problem? But the biggest part of me is pissed because he’s trying to throw away something that he should have been taking better care of. Maybe if he’d communicated more with his wife, she never would have felt the need to cheat on him or gotten wrapped up in this sociopath’s shit.”
