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Derek finally reached the end and called out a loud “thirty-six,” dropping the leather strap as if it was burning him. He rushed to his wife’s side, stroking her back lightly to comfort her, leaning in to place gentle kisses on the back of her head. It took her several long seconds to calm enough to speak and her first words were an apology. “I’m so sorry for disobeying you, Daddy. I promise I’ll do better next time. Thank you for punishing me, Master.”
Bri didn’t miss the slight catch in Derek’s voice as he answered. “I know, little one. Daddy still loves his little girl very much. You took your punishment like a very good submissive.”
Lukus’s continued light caresses to Brianna’s lower back had helped her calm down. “Very good. You girls need to stay here and spend the next ten minutes quietly thinking about why you were punished. Derek is going to keep an eye on you and will release you when your reflection time is up. I’m gonna go upstairs and find some food for all of us since I’m guessing everyone is as hungry as I am. We need to eat before it’s time to get ready for tonight’s show.”
Lukus strode out before Brianna could question him. Her heart was racing, remembering this punishment had nothing to do with Markus. Bri remembered Lukus’s earlier comments about continuing on with her planned punishment regime tonight. She felt a mixture of excitement and dread of what would happen to her on stage tonight at the hands of her husband’s best friend. The mere thought of any additional punishment to her burning ass was frightening, especially knowing there would be an audience the next time.
In her quiet reflection time, a welcome calm washed over Bri when she realized she didn’t need to worry about it. Lukus would do what he wanted to do to her body, and she would submit. She pondered the differences between Jake and Lukus. There were many, but there was one key difference that was more important than all of the other differences combined. It wastrust. BritrustedLukus to know what she needed. Shetrustedhim to understand her limits,trustedhim to never truly hurt her. Yes, trust was what made all the difference in the world.
Please, God, give me a chance to see if I can trust Markus as a Dom the same way I trust his best friend.
Chapter Nine
Lukus
Lukus was quite pleased with himself as he headed up to his loft. He was amazed by the speed at which Brianna was learning to bend to the rules of the D/s lifestyle. She was so different from so many of the subs that passed through The Punishment Pit each night. She was doing a fine job of walking the tightrope of staying true to her core self while exploring her natural submissive side. Markus was one lucky bastard. He was gonna have so much fun training her properly.
That sassy little mouth of hers is gonna get her into some interesting punishments to be sure.
She wasn’t the only one with a sassy mouth. It wasn’t lost on Lukus that for about the last half of Brianna’s punishment, it had actually been her best friend’s curvy body he’d been imagining strapped down to the spanking bench. A wave of desire to see Tiffany spread wide for him—vulnerable, submissive, and whimpering just like Brianna—washed over him. His cock was already as hard as steel and the memory of Tiffany’s earlier untrained submission made his next planned stop—his master bathroom to jack off.
There’s no way I’m going to make it through tonight’s festivities without embarrassing myself if I don’t give myself some relief. How pathetic that I need to masturbate twice in one day? It’s gotta be a new fucking record for me.
He knew he needed to push all thoughts of Tiffany down for now. He’d have to wait to think about her tomorrow, or next week. Maybe later he could explore whether Tiffany might hold the key to what had been eluding him. But not tonight. Until this Markus crap was wrapped up, he couldn’t lose focus. He didn’t have the luxury of the time it would take to properly contemplate the complexities she might bring to his life right now.
He hadn’t even finished his thought when he rounded the corner of his great room to look up and find Tiffany standing at the stove in his gourmet kitchen, lookingexactlylike she belonged there. The unexpected scene nearly knocked him on his ass. She’d gathered her long, gently curly blonde hair into a messy and very sexy up-do with wisps of tendrils spilling down to frame her face. Her close-fitting wrap-around dress was showcasing her curvy body, making him want to bend her over the kitchen counter and slam his cock into her again and again until they were both spent.
Probably not the best way to get on her good side, sport, considering you’ve only known her for a few hours.
Tiffany looked up as he approached. A tentative smile lit up her face. All traces of her previous flustered embarrassment appeared to have evaporated and he wasn’t exactly sure how he felt about that. The person standing in front of him was no giddy teenager that had just got caught in her undies. No, she was all woman. He hated that he didn’t know her well enough to detect if she was intentionally flaunting her newfound confidence as a challenge, or if he was just witnessing her natural demeanor. Either way, it was sexy as hell and had the unwanted effect of makinghimfeel like a giddy teenager.
Get a grip, Mitchell. Doms don’t normally get knocked on their ass by fully clothed sub wanna-be’s simply making them dinner. But God damn, I want this woman. Markus… focus on Markus.
“Oh good, you’re back. I hope you don’t mind, but I was starving, and Brianna told me before she left with you that she was hungry, too. I was bored while you were gone and decided to get up and forage for something. I found some hamburger in the freezer and the fixings to make spaghetti and a salad. I figured everyone would want to eat something soon. Hope you like pasta.”
Her assertive confidence was confusing to Lukus. While he wanted to lash out at her for daring to make herself at home in his kitchen without prior permission or orders from him, he quickly pushed the urge down. He recognized a feeling of unexpected contentment as he watched her maneuvering around his loft as if she’s lived here for years. He didn’t even have time to comment before she continued on.
“I have to tell you. You have a dream kitchen, Lukus. I’ve always loved to cook, but recently fell into a rut where it just wasn’t as much fun, especially just cooking for myself. I walked into this space and it just screamed at me to cook something. Do you like to cook, too?”
Such a simple question, but Lukus found himself too tongue-tied to answer. He stood there, silently watching her, as he tried to make sense of the rush of emotions he felt just having her there.
Tiffany chuckled. “I didn’t think it was that hard of a question. Want me to make it multiple choice for you?” She delivered the taunt with just the right amount of charm and sass to pull it off.
Finally finding his voice, he answered. “I don’t think that’ll be necessary, Miss Smarty-Pants. I actually do like to cook. Can’t say I’m exactly professional chef material, but I think I can hold my own.”
“I thought so. You have a nicely stocked pantry. I checked a few expiration dates and everything looks fresh, so I assumed you must do some amount of cooking at home. I know women who’d kill for this kitchen.”
Lukus decided to dish it back. “Hopefully you aren’t one of them. I’m not armed at the moment.”
“Cute.” And then, before his very eyes, he saw Tiff’s entire demeanor change over to fear. “Wait. Where’s Brianna? Is she okay?”
Lukus was used to seeing fear in a submissive’s eyes. It was a key ingredient of the attraction to the D/s lifestyle for him—that feeling of power he commanded when he walked into a room. He’d worked hard to learn how to push subs just over the line into the fear zone that got their hearts racing while stopping short of actually overwhelming them with a level of fear where it was no longer fun. He was very good at what he did. So why did the fear in this woman’s eyes make him uncomfortable?
“Brianna is fine, Tiffany. I promised you she would be.”
The relief on her face was palpable. “Sorry. I didn’t mean… I’m just so used to Jake hurting her… I mean…”
Lukus could feel the control exchange between them as he watched her get increasingly flustered, her assertiveness eroding. He was stunned that he genuinely wanted to stop her from free-falling back into her more submissive mode, at least for now. He’d truly been enjoying the witty banter with the confident Tiffany.
