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Regardless, Martha was rushing towards him. No one was more surprised than Markus when she hugged him tight, just as she had Lukus. “I’m glad I get to thank you in person for sending flowers to the funeral home. The card was nice.”
“Hi, Martha. I’m so sorry for your loss.”
When she pulled back to get a good look at him, he saw tears threatening. Maybe Lukus was right—she was softening. The old Martha he knew would never have shed a tear. “Thanks, Markus. Losing Robert is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. Even now, almost two years later, it still fucking sucks.”
Markus didn’t know what to say. He was saved from coming up with a response when the Domme looked past him to Brianna and Tiffany. “So, you two are the lucky ladies to snag two of my favorite men in the world. You’d better be worthy.”
Only now did Markus wish he’d taken a few minutes to coach the girls on how to handle Martha. Even as he was thinking it, Brianna moved forward to hold out her hand. “So nice to meet you, Martha.”
Uh-oh.
Markus saw the trademark ice filling her blue eyes. The Mistress was about to school his wife. “Excuse me? Is that any way to address your Mistress?”
Brianna was flustered. Tiffany was afraid. Lukus crowed as he jumped in. “Knock it off, Martha.”
The wrinkles around her eyes crinkled as she smiled. “Oh, you’re ruining all my fun. It’s been months since I properly disciplined a naughty sub. I’m reduced to keeping the young kids who work here for me in line. Damned if the little twerps aren’t afraid of me at all.”
Markus chuckled as he reached for Brianna’s hand. “Sweetheart, I’d like to introduce you to an old friend. Mistress Martha, this is my wife, Brianna.”
Martha raised an eyebrow at the introduction. “Your wife? Interesting. Nice to meet you, young lady. You’re a pretty little thing. I’m going to have fun finding you some naughty outfits to entertain Markus.”
“Thank you, ma’am,” Bri said, and Martha seemed pleased with the title of respect.
Lukus coaxed a wary Tiff over. “Martha, this is Tiffany. She’s the one I told you about on the phone.”
Markus watched as Martha looked Tiffany up and down as if she was inspecting a new car. She had the nerve to reach out to twirl Tiff around as if she were on a pedestal, taking a full minute to inspect the woman who dared to capture Lukus Mitchell. He could hear the quiet, “very nice,” under her breath. As Tiffany turned back around, Markus could see the confusion on her face, but he knew exactly what was happening. Martha wasn’t joking that she had always thought of Lukus like a son. She was inspecting Tiffany to make sure she was good enough for the Master’s Master.
While she appeared to like what she saw on the surface, it wasn’t until Tiffany held her ground, daring to look Martha in the eye at the end of the inspection, that Markus saw true acceptance in Martha’s eyes.
Tiffany passed the Mistress Martha test.
“Well, Tiffany, it’s nice to meet you. I’ve been waiting for Lukus to get his head out of his ass and figure out what he wants. He’s been fucking around for way too long. It’s about time he met someone who can give him a run for his money.”
Tiffany looked surprised, and pleased. “And how do you know I can do that… ma’am?”
Martha’s eyes crinkled at the corners as she smiled. “Oh honey, trust me. I’ve known these men for a very long time. Within two minutes of Lukus’s phone call, I knew you ladies were rocking their worlds.” Martha stepped back, turning to head to the back of the shop. “Now, all of you. Come with me. I’ve got a few things set aside for you already that I know your Doms are gonna just love.”
The girls followed behind closely. Markus held Lukus back to follow discreetly. “Thanks, man. Why didn’t you just invite our parents to meet us here, too? Since when did Mistress Martha turn into our mom?”
Lukus grinned. “Don’t sweat it. She may have mellowed, but she’s still the dirty Domme who’s entertained us on stage for countless hours doing freaky shit even I couldn’t dream up.”
His words hung in the air as they reached the back of the store, walking through a door marked PRIVATE in block letters. Once inside, images assailed them. The room was not large, but the walls were made of floor-to-ceiling mirrors, giving it the illusion of going to infinity. Two large, comfortable chairs sat in the far corner. The small table between the chairs had two cold beers waiting, along with a plethora of handheld punishment devices. There were so many choices, several had fallen onto the plush carpet covering the seating area.
Okay, Lukus might be right.
The girls were focused on a long rolling rack, chock-full of intimate outfits of every color and style. Besides the obvious seating for the men, Markus observed a four-by-four platform in the middle of the room. Two narrow steps led to the impromptu stage, which disappeared behind a large, fabric-covered screen—the only spot in the room for the women to find any modesty while they changed clothes. Brianna held up a nearly see-through slip with barely-there string straps. Markus’s hard-on was now throbbing as his too-tight pants gripped his neglected appendage. A glance at Lukus confirmed his best friend was in the same boat.
Mistress Martha took charge, pointing at the men. “Sit. Enjoy your drinks while I get the girls started. Ladies, follow me. I have several items ready for you to try.” The women disappeared behind the thin screen, where nervous giggles could be heard.
The men plopped down and tried to get comfortable, which was not an easy thing to do under the circumstances.
Lukus asked the same question occupying his own thoughts. “So, you think we should stroke one out real quick, while we wait?”
Markus had been midway through a swig of beer and came up sputtering. “Hell, no. If anything is gonna touch my cock, it’s Brianna’s mouth.”
“Much better idea.” Lukus shifted uncomfortably in the chair.
“When are we gonna tell the girls about the ceremony tonight? I want to prep Brianna. I know how high protocol Michael does everything. Bri and I have been talking a lot about what protocols we want to introduce into our daily life. It’s a good contrast for her to see a TPE relationship like this.”
