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But here in Lukus’s private space, the sex toys were real. She’d touched them and she had no choice but to confront how she really felt about the possibility of his using them on her. For that matter—and she hated to admit it—she was going to have to confront how she really felt about his having used them on others before her. She suspected it was many others and that caused her a moment of near panic.
How is he ever going to be happy with me when he can have so many other women who aren’t afraid to let him do whatever he wants with them. If he thinks he’s ever going to give me a damn punishment enema, he has another think coming.
Tiff finally forced herself to leave the bathroom and finish dressing. Sitting on his bed, she tried to calm herself. She wasn’t sure if it was helping or hurting, but she hugged Lukus’s pillow to her face, enjoying his masculine scent that lingered there. She forced herself to remember Brianna’s words earlier in the day—how in spite of all of the punishments Lukus had layered on her, Brianna’s trust for him had grown. Tiff recalled the unwavering trust Brianna placed in Lukus, even forgiving him tonight after he and Markus had tested her resolve to be faithful to her husband.
Why can’t I trust him, too? He hasn’t done anything that’s hurt me.
That was when it hit her. It was as if Brianna was right in the room, admonishing Tiff for always trying to make things harder than they needed to be.
Tiff and Bri had always been good chess players. While thinking strategically may have been key to the game of chess, Brianna was the one who finally recognized that Tiff had the nasty habit of trying to think so far ahead in her relationships that she would often torpedo men without even giving them a fair chance, simply because she suspected thegamewouldn’t turn out as she’d planned. It was as if she wanted to strategically plan out her next three moves on the board at the beginning of a new relationship to make sure the moves she was making were the right ones.
Brianna had told her over and over that being in a relationship wasn’t like chess—a game they both loved—and Tiffany knew her friend was right when she told her she couldn’t plan all the moves in life ahead of time. People weren’t pieces on a board, and where the rules of chess were rigid, the rules of the relationship game were not fixed. They changed. Tiff’s tendency to keep one step ahead was not only a waste of time, but could be destructive.
Hell, Lukus himself said it tonight when he asked me, “Please, can’t you at least give us half a chance before you throw it away?”
Tiff recalled what she felt earlier as—bound and helpless—she was made to watch Brianna’s punishment. In her mind’s eye, she could still see the men working together on stage to bring Brianna such pain, but also such pleasure. She recalled the sound of the riding crop as it whizzed through the air before snapping against Bri’s already tender skin, the sight of Markus fucking Brianna so punishingly hard and fast on the stage floor, the sound of their cries betraying just how much they loved each other.
She realized what she was feeling now at these memories was not fear, but excitement. And that excitement grew as she remembered the feel of Lukus’s erection pressed against her as they shared their first kiss—a kiss that had somehow felt different than any other before. Afterwards he’d made a startling confession, that he was as off-balance as she was about whatever was happening between them.
As she took another long drag of his scent from the pillow, she knew it really came down to only two choices. She could either sneak out now and leave with her heart safely intact and go back to being a voyeur into this lifestyle, or she could jump into the deep end of the pool and trust that Lukus would be there to catch her so that the two of them could navigate these new depths together.
It’s just one night. If ever I’ve wanted to explore, surely tonight is my chance. If he pushes me to try something I don’t want, I’ll just say no. Hopefully he’ll listen. Wait. No. Iknowhe’ll listen. I saw it with my own eyes. He’s careful. He’s not Jake. He won’t let anything hurt me. And anyway, Bri and Markus are right next door if I need help.
Now that she’d thought things through, she couldn’t help but smile with relief.
Well, that was easy. There’s no way I’m prepared to get in my car and drive away from him, not tonight. Not after what he said to me down on the stage. It looks like I’m going swimming.
Energized, Tiff jumped up, ready to head out to the theater. Then she caught a vision of herself standing there in the oversized Harley-Davidson T-shirt Lukus had laid out for her along with a pair of his boxer briefs.
Oh, hell no.
She returned to the bathroom for more primping, coaxing her semi-dry hair into a casual, sexy style. Then she headed to Lukus’s closet. It only took her a minute to find what she was looking for. Slipping the Harley T-shirt off, Tiff reached out to pull one of Lukus’s button-down dress shirts from its hanger. She was pleased that it hung low enough to cover her ass and just a few inches of her toned legs. She buttoned just a few strategic buttons in the middle, careful to leave enough undone to give Lukus peeks of what she was hiding underneath. She loosely rolled up the sleeves, luxuriating in how the soft linen felt against her body.
After admiring her look in the nearby floor-length mirror, Tiff made one final wardrobe change. Feeling a surge of naughty empowerment, she slid off the boxers, leaving them along with the t-shirt on the floor for Lukus to find later.
Okay, Lukus. Ready or not, here I come. Please, be gentle with me.
Chapter Three
Lukus
Lukus was just about to crawl out of his skin after waiting for what seemed like an eternity for Tiffany to join him in the theater. He’d distracted himself by making popcorn and going through his movie collection to find the films he and Tiffany talked about earlier. He figured he’d let her choose her favorite, since he planned on spending the whole night watching her instead of the movie anyway. He’d already dimmed the lights for a romantic setting.
He was behind the bar mixing a Jack and Coke when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. He glanced up as he poured the Coke to welcome Tiff to the theater and froze.
“Fuck me.” A low growl accompanied his expletive. He stood frozen in place as he caught his first glimpse of Tiffany just inside the door to the room. She was definitelynotin the Harley T-shirt he’d left out on the bed. In fact, courtesy of the side lamp she was standing directly in front of, he could see she was definitelynotwearing his boxer shorts either. The back lighting was perfectly outlining her very curvy, very naked, body through his now favorite dress shirt.
She’s so fucking hot. I’m gonna remember this moment every time I wear that shirt.
“Ah, damn it.” Lukus had no choice but to tear his attention away from Tiff as the Coke he was pouring overflowed the glass, making a mess on the bar. He could hear Tiffany giggling as he reached to grab a bar towel to try to sop up the drink before it dripped onto the carpet. Only when he had the spill contained did he glance back up to see Tiffany walking slowly towards him, a totally naughty smile on her face. She took a seat on the high barstool across from him.
“What’s the problem, Lukus? Looks like you’re making a mess back there. Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Her voice was soft and playful.
“I’m not sure about me, but I can see by that twinkle in your eye, young lady, that youabsolutelyknow what you’re doing, you little minx.”
Suddenly looking nervous, Tiffany quietly answered, “Don’t be so sure. Looks can be deceiving. Truthfully, I feel so nervous that I’ve nearly forgotten why I’m still here.”
Her vulnerability cut through his chest like a knife. Leaning forward to place his forearms on the bar, Lukus moved in closer to stare into her ocean-blue eyes before answering her in a voice that left no room for doubt. “Well then. Let me remind you. You’re here because this is exactly where you belong tonight. I know it. You know it. I just wish you’d stop fighting it, baby.”
