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Bri leaned in closer with her answer. “God, yes. It hurt like hell.” Tiff could see Brianna remembering it as she reached back with both hands to rub her sore ass through the soft robe. Curious, Tiff was tempted to ask her friend to show her what her butt looked like after a dozen cane lashes but she stopped herself, afraid the sight might cause her to run screaming from the building.
If I had half a brain cell left, I’d have left long ago. Every minute I spend here, my ass gets closer to the fire.
“Then I don’t get it, Bri. Help me understand. Why do you like it so much?”
“It’s more than like. I don’t know that I can explain it.” Bri thought for a minute before continuing on. “Sometimes I justneedto turn over control. Like today. It helped that he tied me down. Being immobile just sort of takes whatever happens out of my hands. I guess that’s a big part of what I like. I love the feeling when I finally submit. It’s liberating in a strange way.”
Tiffany was quiet as she contemplated Bri’s response. Before she could ask another question, she felt Lukus’s strong hands grip her hips from behind as he stepped close. He was barely brushing his muscular chest against her back, but the slight contact caused her to shudder. She felt Lukus’s lips brushing intimately against her ear as he leaned close to whisper to her.
“Baby, you left dinner unattended on the stove. I was nice enough to turn it off for you this time, since I’m pretty sure you’re not prepared for the stiff punishment I’d be forced to dish out if you tried to burn down my loft. Very naughty.”
Oh, my freaking God. Now IknowI just totally creamed my panties.
Tiffany knew she should have felt threatened by his words, but right that minute, all she really wanted to do was turn around, throw her arms around his neck, and beg him to take her right there on the damn kitchen counter.
Forcing herself to stay calm, she thanked him…calmly. “Thank you, Lukus. That was very nice of you.”
Speaking a bit louder, he answered her. “Yes, it was nice if I do say so myself.”
Tiff risked taking a quick peek over her shoulder and her eyes met the playful gaze of the Dom. The humor found there relaxed her right up to the point where he took a half-step away from her and smacked her ass with this open palm.
“Now get back in there and finish up. I’m starving.”
She reflexively spun around, ready to give him a piece of her mind, but the words died on her lips as his eyes hungrily scanned her body. Tiffany couldn’t miss the change in his breathing when he focused on her cleavage, as she was having trouble catching her own breath. It only got worse when she boldly allowed her own eyes to drift lower, taking in the large protrusion filling the front of his jeans.
A low moan actually escaped from Tiffany. Before she could even feel embarrassed, Lukus responded with his own low groan. It sounded like he was in pain and Tiff smiled when she realized he most likelywasin pain with that hard-on squashed into those tight, sexy jeans all day.
Shit. Forget about creamed panties. I’m soaked now.
With a light giggle, Brianna stepped closer to the distracted couple, clearing her throat in an attempt to get their attention. “Lukus, I would really love to take a shower. If you don’t mind, may I please use your bathroom?”
Without taking his eyes off Tiffany, he answered her distractedly. “Sure. Whatever.”
Brianna looked back and forth between her two friends several times, before chuckling. “Have fun you two,” she called as she headed to the bathroom. “Don’t get so distracted you burn dinner.”
Tiffany finally snapped out of her Lukus-induced trance just in time for Derek and Rachel to announce their departure, too. “Hey. We’re going to get cleaned up in the guest room. We’ll be back out in a little bit.”
Tiffany glanced up in time to see Derek scooping his wife up in his arms to romantically carry her to the guest room. He stopped on the way out of the room to have a word with Lukus. Tiffany couldn’t hear the conversation, only Derek’s reply. “Sure thing. I’ll take care of that right after I take care of Rachel.”
Lukus laughed a knowing laugh. “Jesus Christ. You two fuck more than anyone else I know. Have fun. Just don’t forget to take care of that before we need to head downstairs after dinner.”
Tiffany wasn’t used to people discussing their intention to have sex so blatantly. She’d been on the edge before, but only now did she realize her pussy was actually throbbing. Lucky for her, her head was stronger than her wayward girly parts. Before Lukus could close the distance between them again, she quickly sidestepped, heading back to the stove to relight the gas burners.
She worked hard to focus on the task at hand, but it wasn’t easy. It got harder to ignore him when he took a seat on the stool directly across the island from her. Apparently, he wanted a front row seat to her cooking show. She should have felt safer with the wide island between them, but she wasn’t foolish enough to think the granite expanse offered any kind of real protection from the Dom.
The first minute or two ticked by in quiet awkwardness. Now that they were alone again, it felt like all her assertiveness had deserted her to be replaced by a shy embarrassment. She went about browning the hamburger and chopping veggies for the sauce and salad, hoping to appear too busy to talk. But Lukus was on to her.
“So, are you planning on just ignoring me?”
She kept her eyes on the cutting board as she answered him with as steady a voice as she could muster. “Of course not. I’m not sure it would be possible to ignore you, Lukus. I’m just trying to finish dinner.”
“I see that. But since you’re stuck with me, at least for a little bit, maybe you should tell me something about yourself I should know.”
Tiffany’s heart jumped. She was confused about why he was trying to make small talk. She’d half expected him to pounce on her once they were alone and she tried to push down her confused disappointment at his gentlemanly demeanor. She glanced up as she replied. “Really? You’re going the small talk route.” Tiff was mad at herself when she heard the annoyance coming through in her tone.
“I never said it had to be small talk. You assumed that. Maybe I want you to tell me some deep dark secret.” She looked up again to catch his devilish grin as she saw he was teasing her… egging her on.
“I think I’ll keep all of my deep dark secrets to myself, thank you very much.” Tiffany was running out of cooking tasks to make her look busy. She knew she was starting to look stupid by continuing to stir and stir the same pot unnecessarily. She suspected he’d noticed because when she finally aborted her stirring to look up again, he was staring at her.
