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Tiffany
What the hell was I thinking?
Tiff had changed clothes twice. She was still not happy with the reflection staring back at her from the full-length mirror in Lukus’s walk-in closet. Only after she’d convinced him to take her to the show tonight did she realize she only had the clothes she planned on wearing to work at the Beauty Box tomorrow morning. She hadn’t even bothered bringing sexy lingerie, since they spent almost all their time naked anyway. She may have been a newbie, but even she knew better than to show up downstairs in her business outfit again. Her brief peek in the club earlier had made it abundantly clear that would be like wearing a tuxedo to the beach.
She was not sure how she felt about wearing the borrowed, black baby-doll negligée out in public. She was trying hard not to think about who it belonged to, and why Lukus had it.
The thought of a trip to the club with him definitely had her aroused with anticipation. Her excitement had her nipples spiking. She worked to stay calm by talking to her reflection in the mirror. “Less than one week. I’ve known the man for less than one week, and I’m about to go out in public looking like a hooker.”
“Naw. I think you’re closer to a Victoria’s Secret model.” Lukus’s chuckled reply startled her. He was always sneaking up on her
He’d stepped up close and pulled her back against his hard body. His large hands settled against her full breasts, cupping and massaging them as if they were his favorite plaything. They were both facing the mirror, and she watched his gaze devouring her. Her nerves got the best of her. “I don’t know, Lukus. Maybe you were right. Maybe we should stay up here, and go to the club next week.”
It was subtle, but she saw the transformation cross his face. Even before she heard his voice, she felt the change in atmosphere. His simple presence took her breath away, leaving her powerless to even blink. “We are going downstairs. You’ll wear what you have on, with the heels you had on when you arrived tonight. Leave your hair down like it is. I’m gonna enjoy grabbing it as I fuck you from behind tonight. Lose the panties. You won’t need them.” His tone left no room for ambiguity. Master Lukus had arrived.
By the end of his instructional rant, Tiff felt a physical throbbing at the apex between her thighs. She shivered with anticipation. That was what this man did to her. Her brain may still have balked at times like this, but the rest of her body melted when Master Lukus took her in hand. She suspected he’d been careful to tuck this part of his persona away, only taking it out in controlled sessions throughout the week. She wasn’t sure what made her happier—that he had proven he could balance being a Dom without bowling her over at every turn, or that when he did exert his Master status, both her mind and body had not only complied, but flourished under his domination.
“Did you understand my instructions?”
Tiff snapped out of her thoughts. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Let’s get going. It’s getting late, and I want to give you a brief tour before we settle in for the show.”
Too soon, she found herself in the elevator. Sensing her growing nervousness, Lukus pulled her into his arms, lifting her chin up so she had no choice but to look into his deep green eyes. “I want you to stay close. Don’t leave my side. I’ll introduce you to some people, but probably not everyone. Just follow my lead, and you’ll be fine. Most importantly, leave sassy Tiff upstairs. You are a sub tonight. If you have questions, ask quietly, or we’ll talk about them when we get upstairs. If you decide you want to leave, just say so and we’ll leave. Here’s the deal.” He broke into the sexiest grin before continuing. “For tonight only, you are in charge. I will deny it, of course, if asked—have to keep my reputation intact and all. But seriously, just take it all in, and tell me if you want to leave, okay?”
“Thank you so much, Lukus. That means so much to me.” She couldn’t help but throw her arms around his neck and pull him into an open-mouthed kiss that threatened to melt the floor of the elevator. Only Derek’s chuckle pulled them out of their haze.
“Well, I see you two’ve made up. Looks like you took my advice on the make-up sex, too.” Tiff was embarrassed enough to wish the elevator floor had melted and swept her away. Glancing in Derek’s direction, she could see the humor twinkling in his eyes. His relaxed persona seemed like an oxymoron because to an outside observer, the rest of him shouted menacing mercenary. She knew she was privileged being a witness to his big teddy-bear side on more than one occasion, too.
Remembering her manners, she replied. “Yes. Thanks again, Master Derek.” He raised an eyebrow at her submissive response. If she didn’t know better, she would say he was impressed. Lowering his eyes to inspect her outfit, the Master Dom was back.
When Derek finished ogling her, he shifted his focus to Lukus. “Well, I’ll be damned. I don’t know what surprises me more: the fact you’d leave the loft dressed like that, Tiffany, or that he’s gonna let other Doms see you half naked. I’m betting on a few fireworks on the floor.”
“They can look, but I’ll break the hand of the first person who touches,” Lukus said.
“I wouldn’t worry about it. Word has gotten around about your run-in with Robinson. I’m pretty sure you won’t have anyone wanting to piss you off again. I was just heading out. I’ll hold up long enough to let you get out onto the floor. I wouldn’t want Tiff to miss part of the show.” The evil twinkle in his eye sent a shiver down her spine.
Lukus dismissed him with a, “Thanks, man.”
As Derek headed out of the office, Lukus led Tiff by the hand to his huge desk at the far end of the room. She had only rushed through Lukus’s office before, so this was the first chance she’d had to examine the space. Floor-to-ceiling shelves covered all of the walls but one, filled with books and what looked like classic LPs. The wall opposite Lukus’s desk was full of monitors, some showing security footage of the club, others tuned into ESPN and CNN. Six red leather-padded chairs surrounded a large, round wooden table that was tucked into the corner. Stacks of poker chips, decks of playing cards, two large ashtrays, and what appeared to be a small cigar humidor combined to scream high-roller room.
“Wow, you have quite the man cave going here, Lukus.”
He unlocked the bottom drawer of his desk, pulling out a velvet-covered box. Any woman worth her salt could spot a jewelry box, and Tiffany was a pro. She looked up to see Lukus watching her.
“Come here, baby.”
“Okay.” It was an unsure whisper.
She moved around the wide desk. He pulled her close with one arm, holding the box out to her with the other. Their eyes locked, and time stood still for several seconds. “I intended to make a bigger occasion out of this, but it can’t wait. We have so many other things to talk about before I expect you to keep this, but here… tonight… well Tiff, I would be honored if you would wear this.”
Several more seconds passed while her emotions careened through her like a roller coaster. It was too soon for jewelry in this relationship. They hadn’t known each other for a week. Yet the fact he was giving her a gift this soon made that warm smoldering fire inside flare up again. She reached out and took the box with shaky hands before looking down and confirming the name of a well-known jeweler printed on the top.
Cracking the box open to peek inside, Tiff needed a moment to realize what she was holding. The beauty of the jewels, the meaning of the gift, its immense significance. She was rendered speechless. Closing the box, she raised her eyes to meet Lukus’s.
“What? You don’t like it?” he asked.
“I… no. I mean… yes. I’m confused. What exactly does this mean?”
