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“That doesn’t mean they aren’t going to call us. Oh, Christ. I don’t even have my phone out here. I need to find my purse.”
Bri reassured her friend. “Our purses are being guarded by that security guard right over…” she turned to show her best friend where they’d left their belongings.
The sudden look of panic on Brianna’s face made Tiff fear someone had stolen their purses. With great trepidation, she swiveled to follow her best friend’s gaze.
She was horrified to see Markus standing next to the security guard, holding two tiny purses. The stoic look on his face was impossible to decipher.
The ladies stood frozen, oblivious to the pressing, sweaty bodies grinding on the dance floor between them. Then the girls responded immediately to Markus’s come-hither motion. Tiff looked around for Lukus. There was no doubt that if Markus knew they’d left the house, so did he. Brianna grabbed her hand as they slowly weaved their way to the edge of the dance floor.
Surprisingly, Markus rushed to close the last few feet between them. He pulled Brianna into his arms first. Tiffany stood nearby, awaiting her doom, until Markus reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her into a group hug. The strength of his embrace around both women gave away how happy he was to see them. She still had no clue what secrets the men had been keeping, but for the first time, Tiffany realized that Markus’s primary emotion right now was not anger, but fear—and relief. As he held them silently, she could feel him trembling.
A full minute later he’d calmed a little and allowed the women to pull out of his embrace. Because of the loud music, he kept them close enough to talk directly into their ears. “Don’t mistake my relief at finding you both safe as forgiveness. You’re both in more trouble than you can possibly imagine right now. We’re leaving. I don’t want to hear a single word out of either of you.”
Tiffany risked his anger. She had to know. “Markus, Sir. Does Lukus know where I am?”
A flash of dark anger consumed his handsome face, making him look menacing. “What the hell do you think?” he barked.
She could feel her heart pounding in her ears as renewed fear took hold. And yet, Markus continued to surprise her when he looped his left arm around his wife’s waist, and his right arm around Tiff’s. The three of them walked out arm-in-arm. Despite his ominous words, she was relieved by his continued affection.
When they approached the exit, she was surprised to see two of the security guys who worked for Lukus waiting for them. She’d forgotten their names, but they both looked so mad that Tiff wondered if Markus was protecting the girls from them. At seeing Lukus’s employees, she got a bad feeling about the secrets the men had been keeping from her and Brianna. If he’d assigned security guards to tail them, there was obviously some unknown danger he hadn’t shared with her.
Brianna started to pull away from her husband when they neared her SUV, obviously assuming she’d be driving it home.
Markus corrected her. “Leave it. Better yet, give me the keys.” Brianna complied.
He stopped long enough to throw the keys to the redheaded security guard trailing them. “Drive her SUV to my house and then you guys can take off for the rest of the night. Lukus and I can take it from here.”
The guards seemed relieved to be dismissed. Their last look of unmistakable pity, directed at Tiffany and Bri, did not calm Tiff’s nerves in the least. It was clear they expected the women to have an unpleasant night facing their Doms.
When they approached Markus’s Audi, Brianna moved to open the passenger seat door. Markus stopped her, opening the backseat door instead, and barking a sharp order. “Both of you in. Now.”
Tiff and Bri exchanged a worried look as Bri’s eyes widened when she realized her husband wouldn’t let her sit in the front seat with him. As soon as he slammed the door closed, Brianna reached out to hold onto Tiff’s hand for dear life. She quickly whispered before Markus got in.
“I’m so sorry. This is my fault. You didn’t want to come. I promise I’ll tell Lukus that.”
Tiffany didn’t get a chance to reply, she was too afraid to talk once Markus was seated behind the wheel. He put his Bluetooth headpiece on and started moving the car while he made a call. She knew who he was calling. It didn’t make it any easier.
“Hey. I have them in the car with me. They’re safe.” Markus stopped to listen.
“They were on the dance floor. I had their purses in my hand, with their keys, ID and phones—without them knowing I was there.” He stopped to listen again.
“Got it. Do you want to talk to her?” For the first time since they’d started moving Markus looked into the rearview mirror, his intense gaze boring into Tiffany as he listened to Lukus shouting so loudly, she was able to hear it. She may not have been able to make out words, but that was irrelevant. He was furious.
“Fine. Meet you there.” As he hung up, the anger in Markus’s eyes softened. He looked on her with pity. It was the final straw.
Tiff couldn’t stop the tears from coming if she’d tried. Brianna let go of her hand and hugged her tightly. The friends spent the rest of the drive to the Lamberts’ holding on to each other until Markus pulled into the garage, closing the garage door behind them.
Markus finally broke the ominous silence. “Into the great room. And not a single word.”
The women scrambled out of the back seat as he held the door open. Among her many other regrets of the night, Tiff was suddenly self-conscious about how short her miniskirt was and how high her heels were. She could feel Markus’s hot gaze inspecting her risqué outfit and was sure her choice was going to make things worse with Lukus. She didn’t have time to worry for long, because once they weaved through the large kitchen to the great room, Markus took the lead, marching them to a seating nook cut in the corner of the room.
Tiffany was confused until he grabbed his wife’s hand, pulling her roughly to the first corner. He was anything but gentle as he pushed Bri forward until her forehead was pressing against the corner. Acting like a police officer frisking a suspect, he kicked her legs apart until they were spread shoulder-width a few feet from the wall, forcing more weight on her forehead. He then grasped Bri’s arms, pulling them against her back, arranging them in such a way that each hand was clasping the opposite forearm, forcing her chest forward against the unforgiving wall.
He leaned in to talk against her ear. The intimacy of his touch was in direct contrast with the bite of his words. “Do. Not. Move. A. Fucking. Hair.” When Brianna remained in silent shock, her husband delivered three fast and hard swats to her covered ass. “What do you have to say?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Markus didn’t have to tell Tiffany to follow him when he moved eight feet across to the other corner of the nook. Knowing what was about to happen should have made it easier for her. It didn’t. The shame of being stood in a corner like a naughty child combined with the pressing guilt she felt delivered her to a level of submission she’d never achieved before. It was getting real now. Lukus had punished her more than once, but each time she suspected he was going easy on her. Breaking her in. Training her by trying different implements, and never pushing past her comfort zone.
