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Tiff had to watch him as he turned and headed up the stairs center stage. He found the split where the stage curtains met and with a last quick glance her way, disappeared behind the curtain, leaving her alone with her thoughts in the expansive theater.
You just wait, Lukus Mitchell. I’msogoing to get even with you for this. I’ll teach you. Not every woman wants to be treated like a damn submissive.
The thought was barely complete when she felt the throbbing in her pussy returning. Clearly her private parts hadn’t gotten the memo that they weren’t supposed to like this kind of treatment.
Chapter Twelve
Tiffany
Tiffany spent her first few minutes alone trying to calm her ragged nerves and get a handle on her conflicted emotions. She was furious with Lukus for tying her down and forcing her to witness her best friend’s humiliating punishment. Regardless of the blackmail, she was angry with Brianna for cheating on Markus with that asshole Jake and putting herself in danger yet again. She was disgusted with Markus and his inability to be man enough to come deal with his wife himself. And, she was terrified of what she was going to be forced to watch tonight, yet a small part of her was almost excited to see Lukus in all of his Dom glory. That excitement, in turn, led her to her strongest emotion of all—confusion. Conflicting emotions warred inside her, making her feel like she had a split personality. Strait-laced Tiffany who’d grown up in a strict Catholic family warred with the sexually liberated version of herself who’d somehow tapped into deep desires she had no way of verbalizing.
I can’t believe how easily I fell for him. I actually had an orgasm in his kitchen, for Christ’s sake. Have you no pride, Tiffany?
In her confusion, Tiffany wanted to scream at him to come release her from her bindings—to stay furious at him for tying her up and gagging her. This wasn’t supposed to be part of the deal. Only after several panicked minutes did she realize she had to let go of the anger, knowing it was futile to waste her energy.
Lukus won’t let me go. Not until he’s good and ready. And he’s definitely not ready.
Tiff closed her eyes, letting the techno beat of the dance music pump through her veins. She recalled how Brianna described the liberation that came from being restrained, or surrendering to punishment. At the time, Tiffany hadn’t really connected with what her friend was saying. But now, despite her, or maybe because of her precarious position, Tiffany felt her own submissive feelings stirring, clearing through the cloud of confusion.
She focused on how helpless she felt and within a few short minutes of inner reflection, she found she’d made the tricky journey from sassy to submissive. It scared her how easily she allowed the feeling of surrender to settle in. With her body immobilized, her intuition felt more alive, more aware of every nuance of her body—the stretch of her immobilized muscles, the throbbing of her pussy as it remembered Lukus’s touch, the ache of her wide-open mouth. The latter made her think of how wonderful it would be if Lukus would come replace the ball gag with that oversized cock she’d been admiring through his jeans.
Maybe it was because of what she’d been exposed to over the last few hours, but she didn’t just want to give Lukus a simple blowjob. No. She wanted him to face-fuck her, to use her helpless mouth as repayment for the orgasm he’d already given her. She knew something revolutionary had changed in her when she even recognized she actuallywantedhim to come in her mouth and force her to swallow every last drop of his warm cum. She’d traditionally been a no-swallow kind of girl. Yet, here, tonight she found she wanted anything and everything that sexy man could dish out.
Tiff wasn’t sure how long she waited there, splayed open and tied immobile to the chair, but it was long enough for the drool to begin spilling out on both sides of the too-big red gag in her mouth. She should have been embarrassed at the loss of such a simple body function, but it only enhanced her feeling of surrender. Her limbs were stiff, and her bladder beginning to feel the pressure. Why wasn’t Lukus checking on her?
She was about to doze off when she heard a commotion on the other side of the curtains. The lights where Tiffany was located suddenly went out, throwing the entire club into complete darkness. It only lasted a few seconds before new music started pumping louder, signaling the start of the show. Within a minute, the curtains began to open slowly, revealing the dimly lit secrets held behind them.
Tiffany had tried to prepare herself mentally for what she would see, but it was quickly clear she’d failed miserably. Nothing could have prepared her for this.
Brianna was naked, center stage. Her arms were stretched high above her head and spread wide apart, secured by leather wrist cuffs to two hooks hanging down from the rafters. From the angle her friend was facing, Tiffany knew she’d be able to see every expression that crossed her face during punishment. She suspected Lukus staged it this way on purpose.
Bri’s ankle cuffs were anchored to hooks in the floor, spreading her legs wide. Lukus had brought in what looked like a pommel horse, similar to those used in gymnastics, sans the handgrips. He had it positioned in front of Brianna’s waist. Her arms had been pulled forward on the ceiling enough so that she was being forced to lean forward over the horse. The position left her most private parts completely exposed, vulnerable, and available for punishment. Brianna was also blindfolded; she’d be unable to see any of the punishments coming beforehand.
Only now did Tiffany understand why Lukus had gagged her. Without a doubt, she would have been screaming at him to let Brianna go. The indignant anger she’d been successfully suppressing now resurfaced with a vengeance.
How dare he do this to Brianna? How dare he do this tome?
The music started to get a bit softer, and Tiff heard Derek announcing the start of tonight’s show as he introduced Master Lukus Mitchell, Master of Masters. Lukus burst onto the stage, pumped up and looking ready for battle. Tiffany had never seen him like this—wearing his Dom persona as if it were a well-tailored suit. He looked so powerful—beautifully dangerous. A strong wave of dread washed over her.
What the hell was I thinking? This guy is hardcore. He’s not the kind of man who’s going to be interested in playing house with me out in the suburbs. I need to get away from him the instant he lets me loose, even if I have to leave Brianna behind.
Tiffany snapped her eyes closed, desperate to shut out the scene on stage. She knew she had no choice but to somehow get through watching Lukus punish Brianna. She only hoped she could make it through without getting turned on like in the past when watching punishments of strangers at the clubs she used to go to with Bri, or when reading about similar punishment scenes in theBeautybooks.
When several minutes passed and she heard nothing new, she finally opened her eyes to see Lukus standing near the front of the stage, staring at her. He’d been waiting for her to open her eyes, as if he didn’t want her to miss a single minute of the upcoming torture. She didn’t try to hide her fury. He might have restrained her body, but Tiffany made it clear by the daggers in her eyes that her mind was still her own.
Fuck you, Lukus Mitchell. You’ve pushed me too far. I’m done swimming in your shark tank, buddy.
If Lukus could detect her defiance, he wasn’t rattled by it. He stood planted, staring at her—admiring her—consumingher. Tiffany's heart raced faster as his gaze drew her in against her will. Just when the electric current peaked, Lukus broke into his sexy smile—the smile she'd vowed to crawl over hot coals to see again.
Well, fuck me. I guess I can tread water for a bit longer.
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Brianna
What is he waiting for?
A shudder raced through Brianna’s whole body from the convergence of fear, humiliation, guilt, and excited anticipation.
