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“Wait. Neither do I. Brianna always lets me have the edges. You take the center one.”
“Oh no you don’t. You take the center one.”
Only then did it hit Lukus that he was sitting in his kitchen actuallyenjoyingbattling with Tiff over a fucking brownie. Diving into completely uncharted territory, Lukus picked up the center brownie and was immediately rewarded with a victorious grin lighting up Tiffany’s face that made it all worth it.
You’re so fucking screwed, man.
* * *
Tiffany
The girls were just finishing cleaning up the kitchen when the men came back to the loft. They’d left right after the group had finished dessert. The mood during dinner had been jovial, and Tiffany was on cloud nine. She’d discovered so much about Lukus in such a short period of time, and what she’d learned only made her want to learn more. Her original worries about him being a menacing Dom like Jake had all but evaporated, and she found herself almost giddy at the prospect of spending more time with him. Oddly, she wasn’t even embarrassed by the fact she’d orgasmed so easily. He had a magic touch and knew how to push her buttons—literally.
But now, as they returned from wherever it was they’d gone, her anxiety returned. Gone were the light-hearted expressions. Both men’s faces were now set in stern dominance. The shift in the atmosphere was immediate and staggering for the women. All three reacted in their own way.
Rachel gracefully lowered herself to her knees, legs spread wide, her palms up on her thighs, eyes diverted downward, waiting for direction.
Brianna’s face projected fear. Her best friend had confided her dread of the continued punishment, but Bri was determined to do anything to win her husband’s trust back. If that included another humiliating and painful punishment session on stage with Lukus tonight, then her friend was determined to survive it for Markus and her marriage.
Tiffany knew it was ironic that she probably felt the most afraid, even though she had no actual punishment coming. Of course, part of her fear was for her best friend. She worried about Bri getting hurt again, like she had with Jake. While she knew Lukus would never let that happen, she couldn’t help but feel apprehension.
But if she was honest with herself, her biggest fear was just seeing this change in Lukus and knowing this was a big part of who he was. While he’d been flirtatious and even tender with her at dinner, looking at him now reminded her he was a Dominant, through and through. She was a fool if she thought he was going to just walk away from this part of his life like Markus had done for Bri. The realization filled her with a sense of loss… loss for something she’d never really had, but had glimpsed for just a few short minutes at dinner.
He’s a Dom… and you’re not a submissive. This is never going to work and you’re a fool to ever think it could.
She noticed Lukus avoided looking her way as he took control of the scene. “Brianna and Rachel, strip…now.”
Bri and Tiffany exchanged a quick glance before Brianna slowly slipped the soft robe from her body, letting it pool at her feet. Standing behind her friend, Tiffany got her first glimpse at the welts across Bri’s butt and legs where she’d been caned. Even now, hours later, the stripes were clearly visible. Tiff’s heart lurched at the mere thought of surviving something like a caning and her eyes involuntarily sought out Lukus’s. She was unnerved to find him watching her, taking in her reaction. If he was upset by the anger he must have seen dancing in her eyes, he hid it well.
“The show is about to start. I need you girls to go down with Derek. Brianna, he’s going to prepare you for your punishment center stage tonight.”
“Oh, God. Please, not that Sir. Can’t you punish me backstage?”
“No and you know better than to even ask me. Go. I need to talk to Tiffany for a few minutes. I’ll meet you downstairs.”
Derek reached out a hand to pull his wife to her feet, leaving her robe behind on the floor. “Come on you naughty girls. Let’s get you downstairs.”
Only as they were walking away did Tiffany see the thick, cherry red stripes left on Rachel’s ass and legs. When the others were on the elevator, she looked back to see Lukus watching her again. She was about to blow. “I can’t believe this is what you do for a living, Lukus. Seriously. How many nights a week do you do this? How many women have you punished over your lifetime? And how many of them ended up here fixing you spaghetti just like I did? What a fucking fool I was. I actually forgot for a while what you do for kicks on a Saturday night. Well, I’m never going—”
Lukus had had enough. He quickly closed the gap between them and yanked her to him, clamping his hand over her mouth to shush her. “Enough. Settle down, baby.”
Tiffany fought free of his hand, but wasn’t strong enough to get away from his grasp. “Don’t you dare ‘baby’ me. I can’t believe you.”
“Listen. I haven’t lied to you. Like it or not, this is part of who I am. I have a job to do tonight. I’m gonna walk you down to your car now and you’re going to drive home and stay there until Brianna calls you. Do you hear me?”
She must have heard him wrong. “What? You actually think for one minute I’d ever willingly leave Brianna here to be terrorized by you and Derek again? No way! It’s bad enough Markus deserted her, leaving her here to go through all of this alone—even knowing the hell she’s been through at the hands of Jake. Markus is such a chicken shit. He should be here taking care of his wife on his own instead of wimping out on his duties as her husband.”
Lukus took a deep breath. “I don’t disagree with you on that count, but the fact remains that tonight is a club event and you aren’t a member of the club.” Releasing her from his embrace, he kept a grip on her upper arm as he started to shuffle them along towards the elevator. “You need to go home now, Tiffany. I don’t want you here tonight.”
Tiffany saw an almost pained look cross his face and for a brief moment, she caught a glimpse of the tender Lukus she’d had so much fun bantering with earlier. He was a complicated man.
They were almost to the elevator when Tiffany tried to break away. “I mean it. I’m not leaving. You can drag my ass down to my car and even put me in it, but you can’t make me drive away, Lukus. I’m going to just sit out in the alley until Brianna is ready to go home. I’m not leaving my best friend behind.”
Lukus looked like he was about to blow. “Fuck. You’re an infuriating woman, do you know that, Tiffany… Shit, I don’t even know your last name.”
“Why the hell do you care what my last name is?”
“Humor me.”
