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“Talk.”
“Okay.”
“Derek is gonna give you the code for the alley door. Hang a hard left when you get in the door; that hall will take you to the back of house, and the elevator to my loft. I also programmed your code for all of the doors you’ll need to pass through.”
“But not the actual club.” The annoyance in her tone was back.
“Tiff. We discussed this. You aren’t ready for the club yet. Hell, I’m not ready to have you in the club yet.”
“I don’t understand. Bri and I used to go to BDSM clubs years ago. I’m not going to freak out.”
“We’ll talk when you get here. Hang up and drive,” he said.
“So bossy.”
“So sassy.”
“Bye.”
“Bye, baby.”
Tiff threw the phone in her purse and drove off, thinking about the possible reasons behind his refusal to let her see the main floor of The Punishment Pit. She’d been in the club while it was closed last Saturday night, so it couldn’t be the club itself. That meant it had to be what happened there when it was open. The closer she got, the more curious she got. By the time she was pulling up at the nondescript entrance, marked only withTPP 7969on the cold steel door, her curiosity had turned into an insatiable need to know. The thought of being a voyeur at the punishment club had her panties turning damp.
Derek burst out of the door, looking every bit the hulking body builder she remembered from the weekend before. Had she met him in this alley under different circumstances, he would have scared the shit out of her. Instead, he reached in to help her from her car and promptly scooped her up into a tight bear hug that had her high heels leaving the pavement. She felt like a rag doll.
“Tiffany! Thank God you’re here. He’s driving me nuts today.” After he finally put her back on her feet, she pulled back enough to look up at his lopsided smile and dark brown eyes. “Promise me you’ll move in, tonight,” Derek continued. “He missed seeing you for one night, and was driving me and the security crew fucking crazy all day.”
“Hi to you, too, Derek. And the last time I checked, Lukus never asked me to move in. Considering we’ve known each other for exactly five days, that seems a bit ridiculous.”
“Fuck. Well, don’t take too long. His mood swings are gonna kill us. One minute he is all happy and relaxed, and the next he is biting someone’s head off.”
“And what makes you think his mood swings have anything to do with me? Maybe he’s coming down with something?” she said.
“Oh, he’s coming down with something all right. It’s called Tiffany O’Sullivan.”
Tiff managed a nervous snicker. “I think you’re exaggerating, but still, thanks Derek. Lukus talks about you a lot. I know you’re important to him.”
“Just trust him.” Derek smiled at her. He reached into the pocket of his tight jeans to pull out a keycard, along with a post-it note containing a six-digit code. “Here’s your keycard and your entrance code. It’ll get you into the back of house as well as Lukus’s office and the elevator. Insert the card, then push the seventh floor to get to the loft.”
Tiffany collected her overnight bag, taking a minute to throw all the contents of her purse from the floor back into her bag, before closing the car door. Derek zoomed off in her car as she turned to the door. She forced herself to take a calming breath before punching in her entry code.
The pounding music from the club greeted her as she stepped into the dim hall. The hallway opened up to the grand foyer that led to the main club entrance. She paused a moment, remembering the last time she’d been here, being led by Lukus. He had stood before that final door, giving her a last chance to turn around and leave.
Thank God I stayed.
In that moment she was sure she had done the right thing by staying; and that simple truth calmed her. She was about to turn left when the club door burst open. Two men dressed in suits, their ties loosened at the neck, strode out. They looked like businessmen who had stopped by for a drink on their way home from the office.
Tiff’s curiosity had her calling out to them. “Can you hold the door, please?”
The men looked up. Tiff had to fight the urge to laugh at their reaction to seeing her there. She should have known the second their eyes started undressing her that she’d made a mistake, but in for a penny, in for a pound. She rushed forward, brushing between them to sprint through the door before they could stop her. “Thanks, boys.” For a second, she was afraid they were going to follow her back into the club. She was relieved when the door slammed shut behind her, trapping her on the main floor of The Punishment Pit.
Like last time, dance music was playing just loud enough to lend a nightclub feel to the space. Unlike last time, she was not alone. It was still early by sex club standards… something she was grateful for. She stood planted near the door, taking in the sight of the dozen or so couples sprinkled throughout the space. Some were sitting in comfortable couches and lounge chairs, others milling about near the lengthy bar to the left. The two-story red velvet curtains shielded the front of the stage, hiding the dungeon behind. She shivered, remembering the sight of Lukus in action on that stage with Markus as they had punished Brianna the night she’d met him.
She was barraged by conflicting emotions. It had been both exciting and horrific being forced to watch, unable to help her best friend. Yet, even she had to acknowledge Brianna deserved everything her husband and his best friend had dished out, considering she’d cheated on him with that asshole, Jake, the day before. It truly was a miracle how everything had worked out, not only for Brianna and Markus, but for her and Lukus as well.
The heavy beat of the music lent a dance club feel to the space, but as Tiffany’s eyes adjusted to the dim lighting of the pre-show club, the sights that greeted her reminded her she was definitely in a sex club. Scratch that. Not just any sex club, but a BDSM sex club. There was absolutely no doubt about it.
The only woman—besides herself, of course—who was wearing clothes, happened to be in a full-body latex suit, facemask included. As if being encased in a skin-tight, body-hugging suit wouldn’t be uncomfortable enough, her Dom had been nice enough to prop per mouth wide open with a large, metal spreader gag.
