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Chapter One
Lukus
Lukus’s hands were shaking as he worked to unbuckle Trisha from the spanking bench. He was used to having not only Derek, but also Rachel to help with the show. The thoroughly thrashed sub needed aftercare, but there was no way he was taking the time to comfort Trisha to make sure she came down safely from the intense session they’d just shared.
He felt like a complete ass because he’d been extra hard on her tonight, but he was desperate to get backstage to Tiffany. He was already feeling guilty as hell for leading the show without at least telling her ahead of time. Now, to see Tiff’s look of betrayal as she discovered it in the worst possible way filled Lukus with dread. Regardless, he knew he had a responsibility to see Trisha was okay.
He looked out into the audience pit, only able to make out a few faces in the front rows due to the bright lighting blinding him to most of the large room. He saw Grey’s concern and waved him up to the stage.
Grey and Violet made their way to him. Lukus wasn’t surprised when Violet let him have it. “You’re a top-notch asshole, you know that Lukus? You didn’t even tell her you were doing the show, did you? Don’t lie to me. I saw her face. She’s the best thing that ever happened to you, so you better start groveling, buddy.”
Grey tried to quiet his wife, but he obviously agreed with her sentiment to some degree. “Violet, I suggest you keep your mouth closed. Lukus has his hands full right now. If Tiffany has already left, I’m not going to blame him if he comes looking for you to take out his frustrations.” Turning to his friend he asked, “What can we do to help?”
“I need you to close the curtains, then take Trisha backstage and stay with her long enough to know she’s going to be okay. This was a true punishment, so she doesn’t get any lotion or anything to lessen her pain, but I was hard on her. She needs to be monitored for a while. Can you do that?”
“You bet. I’m getting the better end of this deal. Good luck. You’re gonna need it.”
Lukus didn’t need his friend glomming on. He knew he’d fucked up. At least all this commotion had given his boner time to shrink. He could only pray Tiffany hadn’t seen it. He wanted to be angry with her for coming here without warning, but he knew he couldn’t. This debacle was all on him.
He rushed to his office, praying she was there. He burst through the door to find her standing facing away from him, her shoulders shaking from the sobs wracking her body.
Fuck, I hate to see her cry.
“Tiffany, I can explain.”
She spun around so fast that he was unprepared as she threw herself at him, beating his chest with her fists. “I can’t believe you! You’re a complete asshole, you know that? I can’t believe I actually trusted you!”
He held her tight against his chest, trapping her flailing arms between their bodies as he let her cry out her frustration. She was shaking in his arms, yet his own tension added to their trembling. He knew he needed to take control of the situation, but he wasn’t sure how. He went with complete honesty.
Reaching up to stroke her hair gently, he apologized. “I’m so sorry. I should have called and told you that I had to do the show tonight. Rachel is at the hospital with some pregnancy complications. Derek called at the last minute. It was too late to find someone else to fill in.”
She leaned back enough so he could see her eyes. He took it as a positive sign that she was at least listening to him. “I really hope Rachel is going to be okay, but that doesn’t matter. You know how I feel about you doing the shows. You promised me you would respect my wishes, and the first night we’re apart, you sneak behind my back to do exactly what you promised me you wouldn’t do,” she said.
“What did you want me to do? I already decided today that I’m going to hire a full-time person to take over the shows going forward, but it’s gonna take some time to find someone, damn it.”
“So, this was your only option? Really? You couldn’t have canceled the show? Or found another Dom to fill in?”
“Listen, I thought of those things. I did have another Domme fill in during the nine o’clock show, but I couldn’t cancel another show. I already canceled one last night. People are getting pissed off.”
“Oh, well,peopleare getting pissed off. We can’t have that. Better to piss off me, your supposed girlfriend,” she snapped.
“That’s enough. You need to settle down.”
“No, Lukus. I don’t need to do anything other than get the hell out of here. I can’t believe I was actually worried about you when I couldn’t reach you on your cell phone. Little did I know you were too busy playing with naked submissives to bother answering your phone.”
Lukus’s guilt was receding and was fast being replaced with anger. “You’d better be careful, Tiff. You’re about to cross a line, and trust me when I say you are not gonna want to see what happens when you do.”
“Seriously? You cheat on me and I’m the one crossing the line?” Her voice was incredulous.
“Cheat? What the fuck are you talking about? I was doing my job. Period. In case you forgot, I own this club. A club I named The Punishment Pit for a reason. Members actually pay money to come here to perform and witness punishments.”
“Fine. I get that. It doesn’t mean YOU need to do the damn punishing.”
“Listen. I’ve respected your wishes, and I haven’t done any shows since I met you.”
“Really? So that was a figment of my imagination, seeing you paddling that slut’s ass while she came on stage?”
“First, Trisha is not a slut. She’s a confused woman with a lot of problems. Coming here to The Pit and being punished is part of her recovery,” he said, icily.
