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What finally drew his attention away from her body was the intensity of her glare. Never wavering. Never backing down. It made him wonder if she planned to deck him the minute he let her loose.
I guess that’s okay. I deserve it this time. Fuck, I hope she doesn’t just walk out.
As he approached Tiffany, her gaze reminded him of just how precarious things were between them. He dropped to eye level and began to untie her, saving the ball-gag for last since he suspected he was going to get an earful once she could talk. He dreaded what she had to say.
Just before he removed the gag, he reflected on how odd it was to feel so uncertain… even vulnerable. He recognized that for once in his life, he was not the one in control… not in the slightest. This little spitfire sitting in front of him might not have realized it yet, but she figuratively had him by the balls. She could walk out the door hating his guts and he’d have no choice but to accept it.
Their eyes were locked as he reached around her to unbuckle the strap holding the gag in her mouth. Once free, Tiffany spent a minute flexing her jaw slowly in an attempt to get the kinks out. Lukus pulled the red silk scarf out of his back pocket and was relieved when she didn’t smack his hand away as he reached out to wipe the remnants of tears and smeared mascara from her face. She even allowed him to hold the scarf to her nose.
“Blow for me.”
She hesitated, but finally blew her nose quite loudly, making him smile. “Good girl.”
It was silly, but he was pleased she let him perform such an intimate service for her. When fresh, fat tears began to fall from her bright eyes, Lukus reached out with the pad of his thumb to wipe them away. At the feel of his touch, anger flashed in her watery eyes. In a flash, Lukus found himself knocked backwards onto his ass. He luckily got his hands behind him in time to prevent being laid out flat on his back.
Having launched herself like a projectile out of her chair, Tiffany knocked Lukus to the ground and like a woman crazed, began pelting his chest with her fists as she allowed her pent-up anger to come out in the form of a flailing rant.
“You, asshole! I can’t even believe you did that to me—to Brianna! You tied me up… left me here… alone… to watch my best friend be punished—tortured by you and her husband. Just because things turned out okay doesn’t excuse what you did. She thought you were raping her… just like Jake used to. What kind of man does something like that? I’ll tell you… an asshole… a barbarian… a complete… fucking… jerk. A… a… well, I’m so upset I can’t think of any more names, but as soon as I do, I’ll let you have it again you big… big…dummy.”
He tried hard not to smile—he really did—but she was just too damn cute. His grin only enraged her more until Lukus was forced to lock her tightly to his chest, holding her flailing arms immobile until she finally started to settle down. Her breath was coming hard and heavy from her exertion and he held her tight, waiting for her to calm down.
After a few minutes, he loosened his hold. “Are you feeling better now?”
“No.” She was pouting, and it was adorable.
Time to do some serious groveling, sport.
“Okay. For what it’s worth, I’m sorry Tiffany. You’re completely right. Tonight’s plan was too risky. It really could have backfired and ended up hurting Brianna. I’ve already apologized to her and now I’m apologizing to you. I made a mistake. I should have packed your beautiful ass in a cab and forced you to leave when I had the chance. But I didn’t… and I can only hope you’ll forgive me. I do want to point out, in my own defense, we did get the outcome everyone wanted. I helped Markus and Brianna… um…make up. Now it’s up to them to learn how to actually talk to each other.” He waited expectantly, holding his breath for her answer.
Tiffany got a strange, far-away look on her face before she replied. “It really was amazing watching them… well, you know…make up.”
Lukus felt the shift of the ground beneath him as the power began to change hands. He was more aware than ever of her sitting in his lap. Her proximity was intoxicating. “Yeah, it was one of the hottest scenes I’ve ever witnessed and that’s saying something for me considering I own the club.”
It was pretty dark on the floor, but he could detect her blush as she remembered how hot it had been to watch Markus and Brianna’s unbridled passion as they had their make-up fuck. It took all of his will power to keep from trying to duplicate the scene with Tiffany here on the floor of the audience pit. It was quick, but he was sure the idea had just been flitting across Tiffany’s mind as well. Despite just meeting her, he could read her expressive face so easily.
Still, he wasn’t interested in a quick fuck. Not with Tiffany. That realization forced him to take the high road. “So, now that the show is over, you want to come back upstairs? I never gave you the tour of the loft. It’s been almost a year since I’ve had a Saturday night off from the club. Maybe we could chill out… watch a movie or something.” He worked to keep his voice steady, trying hard not to let her see just how much he wanted her to come back upstairs with him.
Indecision flitted across her revealing face. “I don’t know, Lukus. I’m not sure that’s a good idea. Let’s face it; we come from pretty different backgrounds and… well… I’m not sure how I feel about all of this.” She waved her hand through the air to indicate the club.
“The Pit is just one part of my life, Tiffany. It doesn’t define me.”
“But you’re a Dom.”
“Yes, I am. But I’m still a man, and you’re a very beautiful woman. Not to mention, I’m pretty sure there’s at least a little bit of submissive in you trying to get out. I’d love to be the one to coax her out and show her what she’s been missing.”
Anxiety crept into her gaze. The fear in her eyes was strangely unsettling for the Dom. Lukus wanted to reassure her, but he didn’t know how. Taking a chance, he leaned in the few inches separating them. He wanted to kiss her, taste her, comfort her.
She stopped him with a firm hand on his chest as he got close. “Stop. I can’t do this.” Tiffany pushed away from him and struggled to her feet. She was acting erratic, distracted. She’d somehow lost one of her high-heeled sandals in the fray and stooped to grab it and put it on.
Lukus detected her rising panic and knew she was gonna bolt. He fought the urge to demand she stay. He had to remind himself he didn’t have the right to stop her, at least not yet. Maybe never. He pushed off the floor to stand just in time to catch Tiffany as she lost her balance hopping to put on her errant shoe.
“Damn, my legs still feel like Jell-O.”
He didn’t even try to hide the desire he felt for her anymore, pulling her close enough to feel his rock-hard cock pressed against her. If she was gonna leave, he wanted her to know it was her choice, not his.
They stayed close in their tight embrace, locked together in body and through their penetrating stare. He could see the internal battle in her eyes. She was feeling lost. He wanted so much to help her, but he felt like he’d just be acting like a self-serving asshole. Still, he had to try. “I really want you to stay, Tiff. Not because I want to fuck you… well no, that’s not true. Idefinitelywant to fuck you. Wait… that came out wrong.Fuck…”
It was Tiffany’s turn to smile at him and his insecure rant. “It’s nice to know I’m not the only one feeling off base here.”
