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“If things work out with Tiff, you’ll have as much at stake as I do.” Markus started to head back towards his bedroom. “Take your shower. We’ll talk tomorrow. I need to get back to my wife.”
“Don’t you mean your submissive?”
Markus turned back to face his best friend.
“No. Bri is my wife first and foremost. Since it seems you might be on the verge of following my footsteps into domestic bliss, I should warn you Lukus. Neither Bri nor Tiff will ever be full-timers and honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love how strong Brianna is. I already told her tonight that while she may be my sub in the bedroom and I may be the head of our household, I refuse to dominate her to the point that she changes who she is. And you’ll need to be careful, too. If you’re looking to turn Tiff into a 24/7 sub, do us all a favor and walk away now. As mad as I was at her yesterday, I love Tiffany. She’s pretty special just the way she is.” He paused to study his friend. “Are you going to be happy with an equal partner outside of the bedroom?”
“If you’d asked me that question a week ago, I’m not sure what my answer would’ve been. But tonight, I came to the same conclusion.” He couldn’t stop himself from breaking into a shit-eating grin. “She has this sass about her—a fire I find myself attracted to.”
“Holy shit. I’m totally blown away. You aren’t even trying to deny it.”
“What’s the point? We had an argument over a fucking brownie this afternoon and the most surprising part was that I loved every minute of it. What the hell isthatall about? I should probably be freaking out over how quickly she’s gotten under my skin, but if I’m halfway honest with myself, I haven’t had this much fun around a woman in a long time.”
Markus was laughing again. “This is gonna be entertaining. I’m not exactly sure who’s going to be training whom.”
“Very funny. Hey, before you leave, I have one more question. Where the hell did she learn to play basketball like Michael Fucking Jordan?”
“Oh, Jesus. Don’t tell me that’s why you need a shower? Don’t ever play against her. You’ll lose every damn time. Believe me. I learned the hard way.”
“Too late. She already whipped my ass. So, how did she get so good?”
“You didn’t ask her?”
Lukus smiled a sly smile. “We were a little busy.”
“Right. Well I’ll let her give you all the details, but she had a full ride scholarship to play women’s basketball at the University of Michigan. It’s where she and Bri met and were roommates for four years. She got good because she comes from a large Irish-Italian Catholic family. She has a boatload of athletic brothers, almost all of them cops if I remember correctly.” Markus started to chuckle. “Now that I think of it, I’d be careful if I were you. They’ve always been pretty protective of her.”
Lukus let out a full groan. “Fucking great. That’s just what I need. A boatload of protective cops breathing down my neck.”
“Hey, it could be worse. They could all be lawyers like me.”
“Well, that’s the truth.”
Markus headed towards the door then turned to look back at his friend. “Hey. I just want to say thanks again for all that you did for Bri and me the last few days. I know I’ve been a complete and utter ass to you where she was concerned and well… I just want you to know I’m sorry and I truly do hope you can give me a chance to make it up to you.”
“It’s okay, Markus. I didn’t understand until I met Brianna, but it makes sense now. Just don’t ever try to pull some shit like that on me again.”
“Deal. Night and good luck with Tiff. I think you’re gonna need it.”
Yeah, I think I’m gonna need it too.
* * *
Tiffany
Tiffany knew she’d been stalling long enough. If she didn’t get going soon, Lukus was going to come looking for her and when he did, it would only take him two seconds flat to realize he’d made a mistake leaving her alone in his room.
What the hell am I doing? I’m going to get my heart broken for sure. There’s no way in hell someone like Lukus is going to be happy with someone like me.
Tiff had been so excited to go join Lukus in the theater that she had sped through her shower, barely taking time to wash her long, blonde hair. And even though he’d left her a new toothbrush, she’d used his instead. She knew it was childish to want to share his toothbrush, but something about it seemed so intimate.
Curious and wanting a bit of fun, she’d even spent a few moments rifling through his bathroom cabinets, subconsciously looking for clues into the mystery of Master Lukus Mitchell. And ithadbeen fun, right up until she opened the cabinet holding all of the tools of his Dom trade.
I should have listened to my mother. She’s always told me curiosity killed the cat.
As hard as she’d tried, Tiffany hadn’t been able to slow her heart rate since spending several long minutes inspecting each and every item in that cabinet. She’d taken the time to evaluate how each implement made her feel and finally came to the conclusion that while a few toys—like the paddles and the fleece-lined wrist and ankle cuffs—had turned her on, most of the items just plain scared the shit out of her.
Sure, she’d always enjoyed racy romance novels that included scenes featuring anal plugs, fierce nipple clamps, and other bondage devices. But in reality, the closest she’d ever gotten to them was as a spectator in the BDSM clubs years ago with Brianna. Even then, the club scene had always had an air of theater. She’d very much enjoyed being a witness to naughty subs being punished and played with in all sorts of creative or even artistic, ways. The visions stuck with her and even years later, she could still conjure those memories as if they had happened yesterday.
