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As he left, Brianna confirmed that Violet wasn’t upset in the least. In fact, she looked downright happy.
“Aren’t you worried about getting in trouble with your Dom?”
“Hell no. It’s all part of the game, honey. I am sorry if I embarrassed you, though. I just wanted to tell you I was impressed with your courage and determination to save your marriage. Grey came home from poker the other night and let me know you two were able to work things out. I’m so happy for you. I guess I didn’t realize you and Tiffany knew each other.”
Tiffany jumped in with introductions. “Oh yes. Brianna and I were college roommates, and work together now. Bri, this is Violet. I have Brianna’s idiotic mistake to thank for bringing Lukus and me together. I followed Lukus here from her house after she had disappeared that weekend, and the rest, as they say, is history.”
“So happy my idiotic mistake could help,” Brianna added wryly. She glanced around the dungeon to find all of the other submissives were either kneeling, awaiting further instructions, or had left to join their Dom. “Are we supposed to be kneeling or something?”
Violet looked around. “Oh, hell no. That’s why I’m so happy to see you two. We are kind of the anomaly around here.”
“And what makes us unique?”
“For starters, none of us are full-timers, but more importantly, our men appreciate us for our sassiness. So many subs around here are afraid to sneeze without permission. The day Grey tries to make me ask permission to do the simplest things is the day I pull the plug on the D/s part of our marriage, and he knows it.”
“And he goes along with that?”
“I’ll tell you a secret. I really am a bad submissive. Don’t tell Lukus I said that though. He keeps telling me to stop topping from the bottom.”
The women had been lost in conversation and missed the men coming out of Lukus’s office in time to hear Violet’s comment. The first Brianna was aware they were joining the ladies was Lukus’s stern lecture.
“Harriet, I don’t just say that to hear myself talk. I’ll remind you that here at the club I am Master Lukus to you, and you really do need to stop topping from the bottom.” He shot a devious smile to Grey beside him as he offered his services. “Any time you’d like me to reset her expectations on this rule just say the word, Grey. You can drop her off on a Friday night and pick her up on Sunday afternoon a changed woman.”
The tall man had stepped behind his wife to pull her tight against his chest. “I’ll take that into consideration, Lukus.”
Violet scoffed as Markus stepped behind Brianna, pulling her back against his chest, wrapping her tightly in his arms. “Well, I can attest Lukus’s tactics work magic, don’t they Brianna?” His wife felt his squeeze.
Violet answered begrudgingly. “Unfortunately, yes. I can say Master Lukus has a way of getting through to you.”
Brianna listened as the group of three couples bantered good-naturedly and felt happier with each passing moment. She had been so afraid that moving their relationship in the direction of D/s would upset the dynamics of her marriage to the point where she might lose her identity. Seeing Violet and Grey teasing each other while Markus held her tight reminded her how lucky she was.
* * *
Markus
Markus settled into the comfortable leather chair, pulling Brianna into his lap and reclining his feet on the matching ottoman. He had to hand it to Lukus for setting up a kick-ass viewing area for the soon-to-start collaring ceremony.
The event would take place center stage in The Punishment Pit. After the earlier Friday night show, all members, except those with personal invitations, were escorted from the club early. Markus couldn’t blame the grumblers, since eleven thirty was an early close on a weekend. At least this private event had been well publicized, unlike the Saturday a few weeks prior, when Lukus had graciously shut down the club for Markus and Brianna’s reunion. At the time, Markus had been too self-absorbed with his crumbling marriage to recognize the enormity of the favor he’d asked of his best friend. Listening to the members complaining tonight about the unreliable club hours reminded him how much he owed Lukus.
Brianna wiggled in his lap like an impatient child waiting to get into Disney World. Her excitement was contagious.
“Bri, you need to stop grinding into my lap. I already have a boner from our game upstairs, and it’s going to get worse when the ceremony starts.”
Brianna had been scanning the space, taking in the medieval scene, lit by fire torches around the perimeter. Her eyes snapped back to his. “What do you mean, it will get worse when the ceremony starts? Isn’t it going to be like a wedding ceremony?” she asked.
Markus was reminded of how new to the BDSM scene his wife was. Pulling her back against his chest to snuggle her into his arms, he explained quietly.
“Tonight, is not a wedding, sweetheart. Michael took Miranda to the courthouse today. They are already married. Tonight, is about declaring their Master/slave relationship. Lukus already mentioned that Michael is high protocol. Tonight, we’ll witness a formal and intense ceremony that’s meant to test their commitment to each other.”
He leaned back, lifting Brianna’s chin so he could drink in her chocolate-brown eyes.
“What kind of tests?”
“Well, I don’t know exactly, but from past experience with Michael, I’m sure they will be sexual in nature. See the platform there?”
Markus indicated the twelve-by-twelve–foot raised platform that was the center of attention. The twenty or so witnesses were arranged in a semi-circle of comfortable chairs, about ten feet away, facing where the action would take place. In the middle of the dais was a three-foot-wide padded slab of a table.
He felt Bri shiver. “Are they going to have sex on that platform?”
