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“Oh, yeah. I thought she looked familiar. I remember thinking she looked like a hot piece of ass when we were doing the surveillance on the salon a few months ago.”
“Yeah, well it’s just what we need. Another damn married woman hanging around. It’ll be just my luck to have her fucking husband show up here next, making a big stink and wanting to know what the hell I did with his wife.”
“What are you talking about? She’s not married. In fact, she’d just started dating some guy when we were doing background checks. I don’t remember his name. We checked him out though in case he was involved with Brianna and he came back clean. He’s some boring business type. Jeremy… Jack… John. Some ‘J’ name.”
Lukus tried to school his reaction to the news, but his mind raced, replaying the last hour over in his head as he tried to figure out what had made him believe Tiffany was married. He’d just assumed someone that beautiful had to be someone’s trophy wife.
Excellent investigative work there, Mitchell. Still, it doesn’t change a thing. She’s not a submissive. Not really. She’s off-limits.
It was clear his dick hadn’t gotten that last message. Just knowing she was single was like the starter’s shot at a race. His erection grew uncomfortable in his jeans as he remembered the feel of Tiffany’s curvy body pressed against him, and her unsolicited, submissive “Yes, Sir.” Lukus shifted in his seat, rearranging his family jewels in an attempt to relieve his discomfort.
“Earth to Lukus. Aw shit. I see it in your eyes. You’re thinking about fuckinghernow, aren’t you? Well, before you do, keep in mind she’s not a club member and as the recently acquitted, minority owner of this club, may I remind you of the dangers we both face if you so much as touch her in a way that might be seen in court as abuse? It doesn’t make a damn bit of difference that she’s up here in your loft and not down in the club. She’s on club property so you keep your twitching spanking hand and frustrated cock to yourself, you hear me? I’d like to at least enjoy our last acquittal for a few days before we get slapped with the next lawsuit, if it’s all the same to you.”
Lukus knew Derek was right. It would be insane to do what he really wanted to do, which was march into his bedroom and show Tiffany what a real Dom thought of her naughty ways. He also knew full well he needed to calm down and get his emotions in check because in the condition he was in right now, he’d risk taking things too far.
“Don’t worry man. My body may want to burst in there and fuck ‘em both, but my brain is still in control. I’m not as stupid as you seem to think I am.”
“You’re not stupid, Lukus. You’re completely justified to feel all the shit you’re feeling. I know the last few years have been hard on you. I’ve seen you changing. There was a time I thought you’d be happy being the Master of Many forever. Not anymore. You can deny it all you want, but you just aren’t enjoying being here at the club punishing other people’s subs day-in and day-out anymore. It’s turning into just a job for you, and I know your heart isn’t in it like it used to be. I started to notice it after the shit with Markus blew up a few years ago and it’s gotten worse since the lawsuit. I’ve been wanting to talk to you about it for a few months and told myself I’d wait until after the shit with the trial died down. Now all this other crap with Brianna has blown up and it just seems like a sign.”
“A sign of what? Who the hell are you now—Dr. Phil? I think you need to stop trying to psychoanalyze me and worry about your own submissive instead. Just wait till you hear what your wife did today.”
“Don’t try to change the subject. I want to hear everything about Rachel, but there’s something else I’ve been holding back from telling you because I wasn’t sure how you’d take the news and honestly, I needed a few weeks to get my own head wrapped around it myself.”
Lukus didn’t miss the mixed look of panic and excitement on Derek’s face. “What? You win the lottery? You and Rachel running away from home?”
Derek broke into a broad grin. “Better.”
His partner certainly had his full attention. “Better, you say? Well, that must be some news then. Why do I feel a headache coming on?”
“I won’t blame you if you go ballistic on me man, but I’ve been bursting to tell you and forced myself to wait until after the trial because you had enough shit to worry about.”
Lukus saw him take a deep breath and could tell Derek was nervous, which was very curious. Derek wasnevernervous.
“Rachel is almost three months pregnant. Can you believe my sorry ass is gonna be a father? I’m probably gonna have the poor kid screwed up before it can walk.”
Derek’s face had lit up like a Christmas tree, he looked so elated. Lukus wasn’t sure why, but the unexpected news hit him hard. For the briefest of moments his stomach churned, and he felt like he might throw up. He recovered enough to speak. “Wow. That’s a fucking surprise. I didn’t even know you two were interested in starting a family.”
He hadn’t been shocked at all when James and Mary had settled down and started having kids. When Markus had turned in his Dom card to settle down in suburbia with Brianna, he was sure they’d be popping out babies soon. But not in a million years did he ever see Derek and Rachel ever having children.
Even though Derek and Rachel were married, they’d always lived a 24/7 D/s relationship with heavy age-play tendencies. It wasn’t exactly the kind of relationship that lended itself to raising kids. Lukus tried to imagine Rachel walking around their house naked, like she usually did with only her collar, wrist, and ankle cuffs as accessories. When she did wear outfits, they were baby clothes and diapers. How was that going to work when she had to care for a real baby, or even worse, years later when the kid was older? Would Rachel still sit naked at Derek’s feet at the dinner table, her ass striped with belt marks from her last discipline session?
It’s not going to work. Rachel is going to change. How can she not? It will be impossible to be a good full-time sub and a good mother at the same time.
Of all his friends, Lukus had been sure Derek would never want to trade in his whip and spanking paddle for diapers and bottles, but clearly he’d been wrong. An unwelcome and fresh wave of jealousy hit Lukus as he added Derek to his list of close friends who were now lucky enough to have it all.
“I’m happy for you, man,” Lukus finally said, and despite his jealousy, he meant it. “I can tell you’re excited and while I have my doubts about how your hard-ass detective and Dom skills are going to translate into fatherhood, I’m still thrilled for you and Rachel.”
“Thanks, man. I’m not really sure about it myself, but I know it’s important to Rach. Her sisters all have a bunch of kids and while she was never too pushy about it, I knew before we got married she wasn’t going to be happy unless we had some too. When I asked her what she wanted for her birthday, she said all she really wanted was to go off the pill.”
“Well hell, her birthday was barely four months ago.”
Derek grinned from ear to ear. “I guess I have some good little swimmers.”
Lukus laughed at his friend. “Well of course you do. They must be Doms too. They got in there and took control, although it probably doesn’t hurt that you two fuck like rabbits. I’m not sure what to say other than congratulations man, really.” Only then did Lukus remember where Rachel was right at the moment. “I wonder if this means I need to change my planned punishment for the mother of your unborn child. She really pissed me off today.”
“Rachel? Not her too? Where is she, anyway?”
Lukus took a few minutes to fill his partner in on his wife’s mischief. Derek’s complexion grew redder by the minute.
