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The men on stage took a short break to move the device one-quarter of a turn, giving the audience a side view of Stacy’s vulnerable position. As Derek returned to take up his spot with the heavy bath brush, William released the hinged lock that was holding up the platform under Stacy’s head. The result was her head dropping towards the floor. Her Master had his rock-hard cock jutting out of his pants, advancing towards her mouth. The next time she opened it to cry out, William shoved his cock to the back of his wife’s throat, muffling her cries as her paddling continued.
They hadn’t discussed the details of the punishment with Lukus, but his own rock-hard cock appreciated the show his number two was putting on. He couldn’t help but admire the artistry of the scene in progress. The slave girl getting properly punished while servicing her Master’s hard cock deep down in her throat was an aphrodisiac like few others for the Dom. If her grinding hips and wet cunt were any indication, Tiffany agreed.
Derek had obviously been paying attention all these years because he stopped the paddling almost exactly when Lukus would have, had he been on stage. Her ass had severe bruising and would take days to heal. Considering William would be extending her punishment to tomorrow night, she’d had enough for now.
William removed his cock from Stacy’s mouth with a wet pop. He then began to lecture his wife. “Your first night of punishment is almost over, pet. When we are done here tonight, you will leave here wearing only your chastity belt. It will be the only thing you’re allowed to wear until your punishment is completed tomorrow night. We’ll be back tomorrow night, when you will be caned until I believe you’ve learned your lesson. Now, we’ll finish up tonight. I will remind you, you are not allowed to come, Stacy Lynn. Do you hear me?”
Her answer was a pitiful, “Yes, Sir.”
The men on stage traded places as William slid on a condom and took his place near his wife’s bruised ass, while Derek exposed his own hard cock and positioned himself near Stacy’s head. William removed the ginger root from her ass, preparing to fill the burning hole with something larger. As if they’d rehearsed it, the two men impaled their erections at the same time, each filling one end of the abused submissive. Her gurgled cry as her ass was taken hard was muffled by Derek’s thick cock.
The sounds of Stacy gagging while Derek deep-throat fucked her were the last straw. Lukus had been hanging on by a thread, but he needed to be inside Tiff, now. He yanked the ropes on either side and Tiffany’s legs were suddenly free from her restraints. Lukus sprung out of their chair, whisking Tiffany up in his arms bride style. He’d thought he was ready to fuck her in front of the other club members, but when push came to shove, he knew he was not ready to share her with them on that level yet.
Dashing around the long bar and into the dimly lit corridor, he beelined to the back of the house. It would have to do.
He set Tiff on her wobbly legs long enough to unzip and free his cock from its too-tight confines. “Hold on to my shoulders.” He hated hearing his own desperation.
He didn’t remember ever being this close to the edge in the club and both loved and hated that this woman in his arms had the ability to push him to a place where he lost control. The urgent need to be inside her was exhilarating and scary as hell.
He didn’t need to instruct her. Their fevered eyes were locked; she was desperate for him, too. Tiff lifted her legs to clamp around his waist, her chest heaving with pent-up excitement. Lukus paused, willing the moment to last as long as he could before thrusting his body forward, sliding his iron-like cock through her slick folds and bottoming out in one violent stroke. His whole body slammed into her, knocking them hard against the wall. He pinned her there, pulling out and jabbing forward, again and again.
Tiff crying out his name was his final undoing. He latched his open mouth onto her tender neck, sucking hard enough to mark her with a possessive bruise, while his body pistonned her warm center so hard and fast, her head banged against the wall in time to their dirty rhythm. If he were a gentleman, he’d move them somewhere more comfortable and private.
No one’s ever confused me with being a gentleman before so I’m not gonna start now.
He pulled away from her neck just in time to witness her orgasm. He’d been close before. Watching her surrender to ecstasy nearly tipped him over his own cliff.
“Tiff, open your eyes. Look at me.”
Her ocean-blue eyes fluttered open but were having trouble focusing. “That’s it. I need to look into your eyes as I shoot my cum into a woman’s body for the first time in my life. That’s what you do to me, Tiff. Feel me. All of me.” The joyous look on her face was the last thing he registered as he followed her into the orgasmic haze driven by the hot passion they’d created together.
They clung to each other during the slow return to reality. Lukus was still catching his breath when he heard someone asking if she could clean him now that he was done fucking. “I’ll suck you clean just like you like, Master Lukus.”
He saw the pain in Tiffany’s eyes before he registered there was a house slave kneeling next to them, inches away, expecting to suck his spent cock clean. In fairness, it was what he’d have expected of her one week before, but not now. Not anymore. He needed to set some clear boundaries right away.
“Leave, Trixie. I don’t need your services. Tiffany is the only one who’ll be servicing me,” he said.
He could see the relief in Tiff’s eyes, followed by her silent mouthing, “Thank you.” Unfortunately, Trixie was persistent. “But, Master. Please let me help you. I don’t mind.”
“Fuck. I’m sorry, baby. I need to deal with this,” Lukus told Tiffany and pulled himself from her slowly, luxuriating in the feeling of being bareback for the first time ever. As she lowered her feet to the floor, he glanced down and was filled with a savage satisfaction at seeing his white cum dripping down Tiff’s inner thigh. He was pretty sure he was the source of the low growl filling the space.
Trixie reaching out to grab his deflating cock brought him back to reality. He stepped back just in time to avoid her touch, moving quickly to tuck his sticky cock back in his pants. When he looked down at his house slave, he understood that perhaps Tiffany was onto something when she’d worried about his former subs wanting to push her down a flight of stairs.
Trixie didn’t try to hide her look of jealous hatred when she realized Lukus just had unprotected sex, a huge no-no at the club. “You broke the rules for her?” Her accusatory tone made Tiff sound like evil incarnate.
“Stand. Now.” Lukus grabbed Trixie’s upper arm and swung her to face Tiffany, stepping up to tower over the slight waif of a sub who was covered in colorful tattoos. He willed himself to contain his anger. “Trixie, this is Tiffany O’Sullivan. She is my girlfriend, and she is important to me. That means she is now important to you and every other person who wants to keep working here. You will treat her with your absolute respect and follow her instructions as if they are my own. Say ‘hello.’”
He felt Trixie shivering, but he couldn’t see her eyes to tell if it was from fear or anger. It didn’t really matter. They would both work. He shook her slightly until he finally heard a quiet, “Hello, Tiffany.”
Tiff was trying not to smile. “Hello, Trixie. Nice to meet you.”
“Whatever.”
Lukus assumed she was sticking to anger. He swung Trixie around to face him. “That didn’t sound too friendly. Want to try that again?”
Trixie’s bravery was crumbling. “Permission to speak, sir.”
He wasn’t sure he wanted to hear what she had to say. “Permission granted, as long as it’s respectful.”
