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Markus said exactly what Lukus had been thinking. “Well, it was pretty brave of you to take responsibility, considering what’s at stake. Then again, you wouldn’t be taking the blame in hopes of getting a few extra pain-induced orgasms, would you?”
Lukus eyed him squeezing her ass before Markus burst her bubble.
“Because you will not have one single orgasm for the next twenty-four hours. Is that clear, Brianna?”
“Yes, Master.”
Lukus hid his smile from Tiffany at Bri’s dejected tone of voice. “Is that true, Tiff?” he said. “Did Brianna make you go out?”
She looked tempted to let her friend take the blame, but he was testing her. He knew Tiffany didn’t do anything unless she’d agreed to it. He was going to be disappointed in her if she let her best friend take the fall alone.
“No, Sir. It was her idea, but she never could have made me go unless I agreed.”
Markus pulled his wife away from the wall to look down into her eyes. “Brianna, take Tiffany to the dungeon. Both of you prepare yourself for your punishment. They may be our guests, but it’s our dungeon. That means she’ll follow our rules. Do you understand?”
Lukus wasn’t sure what Markus was talking about, but the uneasy look on Brianna’s face as she glanced at Tiffany with a look chock-full of embarrassment and guilt had him more than curious. She quietly agreed. “Yes, Sir. Come on, Tiff.”
Tiffany gave Lukus one last pleading look, hoping to change his mind. Sensing it was a lost cause, she stepped away from him, moving to follow Brianna towards the stairwell to the basement. Lukus stood watching until they were out of sight.
Markus moved to the wet bar to pour two shots. Lukus approached his best friend. Each Dom grabbed their shot glass, silently toasting their women, before choking the burning liquid down.
Markus began to pour a refill, but Lukus stopped him. “No more. We need to keep our heads straight.”
His friend met Lukus halfway; putting the Jack Daniel’s bottle down, he opened the mini-fridge to take out two cold beers instead. Markus opened them, handing one to his best friend before moving to the oversized recliner to sit. Lukus took a seat at the end of the couch. The men got lost in thought for a few minutes, each fortifying their resolve to do what needed to be done tonight.
Lukus was curious. “So, what exactly are the dungeon rules that Brianna is teaching Tiffany?”
“She’s not allowed to wear clothes, for starters. She’ll have Tiffany strip. Bri will put on her collar. Sometimes I give her special instructions of things to prepare to heighten her anticipation, but lacking any special instructions, she’ll be waiting on her knees just inside the door, legs spread, palms up, eyes down. Typical slave pose; awaiting her Master.”
“She’s really taking to the lifestyle. I’m happy for you, man,” Lukus said.
“Yeah, but she still challenges me. She’s so good at trying to manipulate me, like she clearly did to Tiff tonight. I totally believe Bri pushed the right buttons to get Tiffany to fold. At first, when you mentioned punishing them together, I wasn’t so sure that was a good idea, but the more I think about it, the better it sounds. Let’s face it, with her pain tolerance, most punishments, while they cause her pain, in the end fulfill a deep masochistic need Bri has at her core. I think watching Tiffany struggling to accept her first real punishment is going to hit Brianna harder than her own punishment will.”
“I hadn’t thought of that, but I think you’re right. And I assume you’ll be laying some pretty heavy-duty things on Brianna. I won’t mind Tiffany seeing how things will escalate if she’s not careful.”
Markus looked uncomfortable. “You know what I can’t stop thinking about?”
“What?”
“I’ve been pushing Bri pretty hard, but I haven’t found her limit, yet. I don’t think she’s even come close to safewording with me, in spite of some pretty powerful sessions.” Markus looked up in time for Lukus to see pure hatred cross his face. “Sometimes, I lie awake and think about what kind of fucked up shit that asshole Davenport must have done to her to make her scream her safeword with him. And, that he could ignore her, and proceed without consent. I’m beginning to regret getting the police involved.”
Lukus knew how his best friend felt. He’d wondered the same thing on the long plane ride home tonight.
“Don’t beat yourself up over him. He’s a son of a bitch, but we’re gonna make sure he pays. Guys like him will find justice in prison. The only thing worse than men who rape and hurt women are pedophiles. A few well-placed rumors… and he’ll wish he’d never been born.”
Markus took a long draw on his beer before asking Lukus a hard question. “So, I’ve never seen you like this before. I’m happy for you and Tiff, but I’m worried, too. Are you gonna be able to handle tonight?”
A few months ago, Lukus would have decked his best friend for insinuating he wasn’t man enough to punish a sub—something he’d done hundreds of times. Tonight, it was a fair question.
“I have to, now, don’t I? I meant what I told her. Today it was Jake, but who knows when the next threat is gonna happen? I need to know she’s gonna listen and obey when her safety is in question.”
“But twenty-four hours? That’s pretty harsh for her first real punishment,” Markus said.
“Hey, don’t second guess me. You handle your wife your way. I’ll handle Tiff. This isn’t her first punishment. Up until now, they’ve been more playful, but I’ve been gradually layering in more. Tonight is different, without a doubt, but it isn’t anything I haven’t talked to her about before now. In fact, I think you should join in on the plan for tomorrow, since they’ll be together.”
“Lay it out.”
“I don’t know where you are with anal training with Bri, but I haven’t even started with Tiff. Tomorrow’s the day. I’m gonna send her off to the salon properly plugged. It’ll be a good little reminder for her. I’m sure she won’t be able to handle it all day, but she’s going to have to call and ask me permission to remove the plug. She’s gonna hate that,” Lukus admitted.
