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He paused, moving his left hand up to run through her curls before gripping her tightly behind the neck, just like he had done at Markus’s house. Tiffany’s breath caught at the glare of confidence Lukus emanated, their faces just inches apart.
“You sure you want to know what TPP stands for, baby? I’ll help you to your car right now. I’ll let you drive away. But, if I tell you what TPP stands for, you’re committing to coming inside. Sure… you’ll get to see Brianna, but you’ll also be agreeing to follow the same rules that she’s following as my…guest.”
Tiffany’s instincts screamed for her to turn around and drive away. She sensed she was in over her head with this bossy man, but she was the submissive moth to his dominant flame. She didn’t want to leave him… yet. And more importantly, she wasn’t going to leave without seeing Brianna.
“You’re crazy if you think I’m leaving Brianna here alone with you. I demand you take me to her right now.” Her tone displayed far more confidence than she felt. It took all her self-control to keep looking him in the eye, refusing to look away.
Lukus exhaled, clearly frustrated with her pushing him. “Okay, little girl. I don’t want you to say later that I didn’t warn you. Remember, you’re going in by choice. I also want you to remember that so far today you’ve disobeyed me twice by not going home when ordered. You put yourself in danger when you ran through at least three red lights trying to keep up with me. And finally, you blatantly lied to my best friend about something as important as his wife’s safety and fidelity. Tiffany, you’ve been a very naughty girl.”
Who the hell talked like this to someone he barely knew? Her heart pounded in her chest so hard and fast, she was starting to feel woozy. Her brain was once again demanding she jump in her car and get the hell out of there. Instead she simply whispered, “What does TPP stand for, Lukus?”
The glare of his hard gaze only made his answer more terrifying. “It stands for The Punishment Pit. It’s where Dominants bring their naughty submissives to be severely punished. It looks like you’ve come to the right place since we’ve already established you’ve been a bad girl.”
Tiffany was seriously in danger of toppling over from the shock of his words.
Without warning, Lukus stooped down to lift her, sprained ankle and all, over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold. He wasted no time in swiping his card and opening the door to the club. Tiffany made an attempt at flailing, but only until he brought his free hand up to smack her hard on her upturned ass.
Her cry echoed through the alley, but no one was there to hear her.
Chapter Five
Brianna
Brianna awoke disoriented. The sound of something crashing in the next room had startled her from her much-needed sleep. She wiggled her hands against the restraints as she scanned the room.
“Hello. Is someone there? Lukus, is that you?”
When silence greeted her, she suspected she simply dreamed the loud bang. Bri closed her eyes, hoping to recapture the oblivion that would temporarily shield her from her obsessive fears and regrets.
Another sound… softer… closer. She glanced to the doorway just in time to catch a motion out of the corner of her eye. This time she knew she hadn’t imagined it. Lying naked and restrained, she scanned the area nervously.
“Who’s there? Lukus?”
Brianna trained her gaze on the bedroom door. After a few long seconds, she was rewarded with the glimpse of a woman trying to sneak a peek into the room undetected. The dark-haired beauty jerked back quickly when their eyes met, but the jig was up.
Brianna tried to coax her out.
“Please,” she implored softly. “Can you come untie me? I need to go to the bathroom.”
Bri would try anything to get her aching arms free, even if only for a few minutes. Not to mention, the ropes wrapped around her breasts felt more uncomfortable now that she was awake. Bri wasn’t used to the constricted feeling that was not entirely unpleasant. The constant pressure of the rope was like an invisible tie to Lukus—a reminder of the power he yielded, even when absent.
She tried again to convince the visitor. “Hey, I know you’re there. There’s no point in hiding now.”
A petite young woman took a few hesitant steps into the room, hovering near the door. Her eyes were wide—frightened—as if Brianna was somehow going to hurt her. The newcomer remained silent as she evaluated Brianna’s predicament.
It took a few minutes, but Brianna finally recognized the brunette as the slave girl from the dungeon the night before. She’d been naked and weary looking on stage. Today, she looked young, fresh, and almost innocent, dressed in a flared floral mini skirt paired with a long-sleeved lavender sweater cut low enough to emphasize her ample cleavage. The low neckline also put her thick gold choker on display.
There was no mistaking it was a submissive’s collar. An unwanted and completely unjustified feeling of jealously flared up in Brianna as she wondered if this was Lukus’s collared slave. Still, there was no denying she must belong to Lukus since she was here in his home. She thought back to the night before, when both Lukus and Derek had used the girl’s ponytail as a handle while face-fucking her. Today, her beautiful hair was flowing around her shoulders and down her back.
“Hi. My name is Brianna. I saw you last night downstairs with Lukus and Derek. What’s your name?”
The girl’s wide eyes got impossibly bigger at Brianna’s comment. She opened her mouth as if to talk, but then closed it again. It was clear she was struggling to keep quiet. When she finally answered, her authoritative tone was unexpected.
“You shouldn’t call them Lukus and Derek. They’re Master Lukus and Master Derek or just plain Sirs. It’s not right for a sub to be so informal,” she scolded.
“Well, it should be okay since I’m not their submissive. I’m…” Bri’s voice trailed off, unsure how to explain her relationship with the men since she had no clue herself. She simply ended with, “I’m married to Lukus’s best friend.”
“I know,” the girl spat. “I can’t believe you’d be stupid enough to cheat on Master Markus.” As soon as the words were spoken, the girl clamped her hand over her mouth, turning to rush back out.
