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“Wow. That’s a new one. Punishment and orgasm therapy. You should market that as your new slogan.”
“All right, that’s enough. You’re out of control. You’ve just earned your very own punishment therapy session, and believe me, you’re not gonna enjoy it.”
“That’s rich. You fucking cheat on me and I get punished. What kind of bullshit is that?”
“I did absolutely nothing that came close to cheating on you tonight. Nothing.”
“Oh, so that raging hard-on you were sporting on stage for everyone to see… that was just for show?”
“Jesus Christ, woman! What the hell do you want from me?” Lukus flailed his arms through the air in frustration.
Tiff shouted back, up in his face. “I want you to admit you were wrong to do the show without at least discussing it with me first. I want you to admit that if I hadn’t come in when I did, you would have pulled that big boy out and fucked her right there on stage.”
Lukus had had enough. “I never would have fucked her. Never. You’re it for me, at least you were until you turned into The Taming of the Shrew tonight. I was doing my job. Period. Something I’ve done hundreds of times before and will do hundreds of times again. It’s business. Derek had to take Rachel to the hospital. There was no time to find anyone else to fill in, so I did what had to be done. And now, I’m going to do what needs to be done as your Dom.”
There was a quick knock on the door and, without waiting for a reply, Ethan sauntered in, obviously unaware that he was interrupting the next middleweight boxing championship bout already in progress.
He was an observant man. He moved to retreat. “Oh, shit. Sorry guys. I’ll come back.” He started to back out of the room as if to back away from a sleeping lion.
“No, Ethan. Stay.” Tiffany’s voice was shaky.
“Get the fuck out.” Lukus’s voice was furious.
“Stay.”
“Out.”
“Really, I’ll come back later… at a better time,” Ethan said.
Lukus continued on as if he’d already left. “Tiff, you’ve just earned the exact same punishment I was delivering to Trisha, and you can see for yourself if you think there is anything sexual about it. It was punishment. My job. Plain and simple.”
Tiff reached out to grab Ethan’s arm, holding him back from leaving. Her eyes remained locked on Lukus. He detected the shivers running through her body and wasn’t sure if they were caused by fear or anger. Maybe a bit of both.
After a quiet stare down, he got his answer. She was eerily calm.
“Fine. You think I deserve a punishment. I think it’s bullshit, but I agreed to this D/s relationship with my eyes wide open, so I’ll submit.”
“Finally, you’re coming to your senses.” Lukus was surprised at her fast turnaround.
“But I want Ethan to deliver it,” she said.
“Say what?”
“You heard me. It’s just a punishment, so it shouldn’t matter who delivers it. I choose Ethan.” Lukus couldn’t believe she had the gall to turn to Ethan, stroking his bare arm with an intimacy that kicked Lukus in the gut. “Sorry, but you don’t mind, do you? I know you’re busy, but if you could spare the time to take me backstage and secure my naked body to the spanking bench, then wail on my ass until I’m a blubbering, sobbing mess, and then help me orgasm, I would appreciate it.”
“Uh. I, well…” Ethan stammered.
“No, really, I’m sorry to impose, but you work here so it must just be part of the job description, right? Nothing personal. Hey, I’ll go ahead and get undressed here to make it easier.” Tiff started to unbutton her tight-knit cardigan. She was already reaching to unhook her black lacy bra by the time Lukus found his voice.
“Ethan, if you plan on living past the next thirty seconds, I suggest you leave now.”
“I was thinking the exact same thing, boss. Clearly you kids have a few things to work out. I’m outta here.” He was almost running by the time he slammed the door closed behind him.
Lukus caught Tiff’s under-her-breath retort. “Chicken.” In spite of the tension hanging in the air, he had to fight down a smile.
God damn, this woman is infuriating… and sassy… and beautiful… and… well, fuck, she’s right.
“You made your point. You can gloat now. You were right, and I was wrong. Is that what you want to hear?”
