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A feeling of relief settled over the kitchen. They both seemed satisfied enough with their new tidbits of personal information to fall into an easy, lighthearted conversation. They spent the next fifteen minutes discussing their favorite movies, music, and TV shows while Tiffany mixed up the brownies and put the pasta on to cook. She was having so much fun, she totally forgot she was supposed to be guarding herself from him.
Chapter Eleven
Lukus
Lukus couldn’t believe how much fun he was having doing nothing more than simply chatting with Tiffany as she cooked dinner. They enjoyed discussing the pros and cons of chick-flicks vs. action movies. He loved the surprise on her face when he let it slip that he had a movie theater in the loft. She immediately begged him to take her for a tour after dinner and he had to push down the urge to start the tour now. It was ludicrous that he was thrilled at the thought of sharing this space, his home, with her. He tried not to get distracted by over-analyzing his own feelings.
Don’t question it, Mitchell. Just relax and go for the ride.
Just as that thought flitted through his consciousness, he heard Tiffany telling him to set the table. Out of habit, Lukus’s first instinct was to lash out at her.
How dare she order me to do something? I’m in charge here. It’s my loft, for Christ’s sake.
Tiffany’s whole demeanor changed as she watched him closely, waiting to see how he was going to react to her request. A small smile played on her lips and he suspected she’d made her request to test him. Well, he’d be damned if he was going to fall into her trap.
“Sure. No problem,” he answered stiffly. Lukus went about setting five places at the large eat-in island. When he was done, he walked to the well-stocked wine rack and took down a bottle along with glasses from the near-by stemware rack. Once he had the bottle open, he took it all to the table before detouring to the refrigerator to grab the carton of milk. He saw Tiffany watching him curiously as he carried the carton to the table and began to fill one of the five wine glasses with milk instead of wine. Looking up at her confusion, he simply clarified. “Rachel.”
Tiffany nodded. “Right. Hey, where do you keep your strainer or colander for the pasta?”
“It’s in the cabinet above the microwave.”
“Okay, thanks.”
Lukus stood back, watching as Tiff headed to collect the colander, knowing thathehad trouble reaching it. It was really high. He liked the nice view of her bare, toned legs as her dress hiked up on the right side as she lifted her arm high, trying to reach the colander. When she unexpectedly wheeled around, she caught him ogling her. She smiled knowingly, her hands on her hips, before prodding him. “Well, don’t just stand there. You know I’m never gonna be able to reach it.”
Such sass.
It was completely foreign to him how both Brianna and Tiffany talked to him in their unguarded moments. He was so used to submissives and even full-time slaves around him who would rather cut off their right arm than talk to him with such a tone. The powerful feelings their total submission and accompanying anxiety produced by being pushed out of their comfort zone used to be intoxicating to him. He assumed in the right situation, it still would be.
But here in his kitchen, making dinner with this beautiful blonde with her to-die-for body, he realized what was turning him on more than anything else was her fearless ability to go toe-to-toe with him. She had fire. He knew he wanted to be careful not to douse that fire completely.
Assuming he wasn’t coming to her aide, Tiffany had returned to the futile task of retrieving the colander. Lukus couldn’t resist the opportunity to come up behind her, pressing her body between his and the kitchen counter. He could hear her sharp intake of breath when his fully erect cock pressed hard against her lower back. He knew it wasn’t playing fair, but he ground his hips ever so slightly to make sure she understood the full effect she was having on him. He reached up to capture the wayward strainer but didn’t step away from her right away. Instead, he set the strainer down and moved to wrap his arms around her waist, pulling her fully against him. Burying his face in her hair, Lukus took a deep drag of her heavenly scent.
You’d better be careful, Mitchell. You’re about to cross a line. Markus… think about Markus.
Tiffany’s whimper as she pushed her ass backwards against his tortured tool caused his control to slip further. His mouth found the sensitive skin where her neck met bare shoulder. As if he needed any more sexual stimulation, the first taste of her skin was like an aphrodisiac. The quick kiss soon turned into an all-out, open mouth, licking, and sucking up and down the sensitive skin of her neck. He didn’t even try to stop from sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Hewantedthem both to have evidence he’d been there.
Lukus could feel her continuing to grind back against him, her breathing ragged. He could smell the evidence of her arousal wafting up from between her legs and he let his left hand slowly slide down her body to stroke her through her dress and panties. The second his fingers reached the apex between her legs, her entire body shuddered under his touch. She threw her head back to rest against his shoulder. He could feel her legs give out from under her as a powerful orgasm wracked her body. Only his strong embrace was holding her upright now and he was literally in danger of shooting his cum into his pants. She reached back with both hands to grasp his hips, helping to hold them tightly together.
Jesus Christ. What the hell was that? It took all of sixty-seconds of fully clothed groping to make her come. Don’t you dare embarrass yourself by shooting it right now. Hold it, Mitchell.
Lukus was smart enough to stop the grinding and Tiffany was too lost in her post-orgasm high to keep pulling him closer. They remained locked in their embrace, each of them trying to get control before they had to face each other again. This was exactly how Brianna found them upon her return to the kitchen.
“Oh shit. I’m so sorry, you guys. I’ll come back later.”
Waking up from his trance, Lukus made sure Tiffany could now support her own weight before releasing her and taking a step backwards. There was no hiding his raging hard-on from anyone who cared to look. He worked hard to steady his voice when he answered her. “No problem, Brianna. You can stay. I was just helping Tiffany get the strainer down for the pasta.”
“Yeah… right.”
He risked a quick glance her way and saw a knowing smile plastered all over her face. He decided it was best to just ignore her taunt. He was literally saved by the bell when the buzzer announced it was time to take the brownies out of the oven. He managed to hide his precarious condition by walking away from the girls to tend to the dessert. Lukus spent a couple long minutes willing his manhood to take a nap since it was definitely not time to come out and play.
They somehow managed to gloss over the first few awkward moments and by the time Derek and Rachel rejoined them for dinner, everything seemed back to normal. As the strange mix of new and old friends got to know each other better over wine and food, Lukus took a minute to reflect on how quickly things could change in life. Little more than twenty-four hours ago, he hadn’t even met Brianna, let alone Tiffany. He’d been plotting with his best friend to punish his wayward wife properly. Now here he was, actually enjoying the spontaneous dinner party.
A sense of foreboding washed over him as he thought about Markus and tonight’s continued punishment plan for Brianna. He had no idea when he had come up with the plan how much he would become personally invested in the results of tonight’s events. It was rare for him to feel apprehensive before a scene; usually he was excited. But now he was suddenly afraid of what both he and Markus might have to lose if things didn’t go as planned. He looked at his watch and saw that the time was getting close.
Don’t be such a pussy. You’re the Dom. The plan is solid. Suck it up and get going.
His fingers collided with Tiffany’s as they both reached for one of last two brownies left on the plate. Lukus swatted her fingers away. “Hey, you’ve already had your share. This last edge one is all mine. I don’t like the center ones.”
