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“No shit. That’s devious.”
“Like I said, this punishment will leave a long-lasting impression on my baby. You should consider sending Bri plugged tomorrow, too. Just knowing that intimate secret about each other will heighten their submission.”
“I’ll think about it. You ready? I don’t want to put this off.”
“I need a few more minutes. You go down and get Bri settled. I’ll be down in a few.”
Markus stood and put his empty bottle on the bar. “Okay, but don’t wait too long. I want to get this over so I can get her back in my arms.”
“I second that.”
Chapter Nine
Tiffany
Tiffany couldn’t stop shivering, even though the dungeon had its own heat control. She suspected her topsy-turvy emotional state was the cause of her trembling.
The dread of her first real punishment session was offset by the knowledge that Lukus loved her. He’d shown her he cared in many ways, but not until she’d heard him say the words did she realize how much she needed to hear them. She was relieved he chose tonight to tell her, because the passionate kiss and heartfelt proclamation of love were what she planned on clinging to in order to work through the pain of her impending punishment.
While this may not have been her first discipline at Lukus’s hands, she suspected it’d be the first session during which she’d be tempted to use her safeword. The irony was, tonight was also the first night she knew her safeword would do no good. They may have been in a dungeon, about to partake in a punishment worthy a naughty sex slave, but she was under no delusion. This wasn’t a playful punishment delivered by her sexy Dom. Tonight’s discipline would be firmly meted out by the man she’d chosen as the head of her household.
Her brain told her to flee, but every single other part of her body tingled with nervous anticipation. Snippets of hundreds of punishment scenes from dozens of erotic romance novels flew through her brain like a movie reel.
Her body was physically preparing for what was to come. She glanced down to see her nipples peaking to hard nubs under her snug sweater. A pleasant ache gripped her pussy. She could feel the muscles of her womanly core throbbing with the need to be filled. Most surprising was the prickle Tiff felt on her ass and upper thighs as she anticipated what was coming.
Lost in thought, she’d missed the sight of her best friend stripping to her birthday suit. They’d lived together for many years, so it was nothing Tiff hadn’t seen many times before. Yet, when Brianna turned to walk to a shelving unit to pick up her leather collar, Tiff got her first glimpse of the faint bruises covering Bri’s ass. The thought of Lukus applying enough power to mark her only deepened her desire to submit, albeit laced with a twinge of dread. It felt strange to want to wear his mark of ownership on her body.
Bri put on a leather collar before walking back to where Tiff stood frozen, just inside the door. She heard her best friend’s regret as Bri apologized again. “I really am sorry you’re in trouble with Lukus, Tiff. I wish I’d thought things through a little bit better.”
“I’d like to be angry, but this was going to happen at some point. We’ve been dancing around it for weeks and as much as I’m going to hate it, I plan on submitting with as much grace as I can, to show him I’m committed to making this work.”
“Wow, you’re taking this really well.”
Tiff broke into a grin. “Lukus Mitchell loves me. Pinch me, will ya?”
Bri grinned back. “You don’t need a pinch from me. You’re about to get tangible proof you’re awake from the man himself.”
Tiffany wanted to jump out of her skin. “You have any advice? How do you get through the pain?”
Bri blushed. Considering they’d never found a topic off-limits for their friendship, that Brianna was embarrassed by disclosing her trade secrets must have meant they were pretty juicy. “I’m not sure I can explain it, and even if I can, who knows if it’ll work for you,” she began. “You’ll tense up. It’s natural. Try to focus on relaxing into the pain. Submit to it. Then, when I’m in the most pain, I always picture Markus fucking me—hard and out of control. The anticipation of him taking what’s his turns me on, and morphs the pain into pleasure. I know that sounds lame, but it’s the best I can do.” After a pause, Brianna reached out to start helping Tiffany undress. “You need to get naked, too. Those are the rules. They’ll be here soon.”
A few minutes later, Tiffany waited naked on her knees, just inside the door to the dungeon. The delay here was worse than it had been in the corner upstairs. As least she didn’t have to wait long for the door to swing open and a pair of men’s shoes come into her line of sight. She was surprised she felt disappointed it was only Markus. She felt a full-body blush come on as he stood above her, inspecting the girls.
She was relieved when he broke his stance. “Tiffany, stay. Brianna, follow me.” Markus was in Dom mode.
Tiffany didn’t dare peek behind her. She relied on her sense of hearing to guess what was happening to her best friend. As ropes slid through metal, she suspected Bri was being immobilized. Lukus had tied Tiff down in play several times. He’d fucked her more than once after wrapping her in creative, vulnerable positions. She’d begun to associate bondage with ecstasy.
Somehow, I think that might change tonight.
Lukus arrived minutes later. He didn’t speak, but instead towered over her as she knelt naked at his feet. She longed to reach out and touch him—hug his legs and beg for his forgiveness—open his fly and suck his cock until he exploded down her throat. She dared raise her eyes to his cock, and wasn’t sure how to feel about the erection she found there. He’d been honest with her. He opened a damn sex club specializing in punishments.
Of course, he’s going to get a boner at the thought of punishing me.
They stayed frozen in place long enough for Tiff to wonder why the hold up. She’d prepared herself for Lukus in his full Dom glory, so when he weaved both hands through her long hair and pulled her forward to hug him around his waist from her kneeling position, she briefly hoped for a reprieve. It was short-lived.
“Time to do this. To the spanking bench.” She moved to stand, but he stopped her. “No. On your hands and knees.”
Her trembling returned as he released her and walked ahead to the sturdy bench in the center of the room. Sliding the heavy furniture several feet, he permitted her a first glimpse at what awaited.
