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“Listen to me, Tiff,” she said. “Remember what I told you. You’re fighting it. You need to relax into it. Let your brain stop thinking about the pain. Remember what I told you to think about instead?”
Her words distracted Tiff briefly. She didn’t remember immediately what Bri was referring to, but when she did, Bri’s naughty suggestion went to work on Tiffany’s whirling mind.
I need to think of submitting to Lukus fucking me hard. Taking me right here while he has me laid out, helpless.
Thoughts of being taken hard as she was restrained to the punishment furniture shot a jolt of excitement through her sex, distracting her. Throbbing suddenly consumed her pussy, allowing the panic to recede. Tiffany remembered how passionately Lukus made love to her. She let the memory of their intense intimacy help her yield to the pain. The pain across her thrashed bottom was excruciating, yet surrendering induced a sense of peace. She welcomed the same feelings of submission she’d felt when tied up at The Punishment Pit, at Lukus’s mercy. This was no different. He was in control. She needed to submit and trust him to guide her through.
With time seemingly standing still, she was uncertain how long the punishing lashes lasted. Relief came when she heard his heavy buckle hitting the floor.
Brianna’s face contorted in pain from her intense cramping. Markus had been stroking her lower back to help calm his wife through Tiffany’s discipline. Now he moved to help Lukus unbuckle Tiff’s wrists and ankle restraints. Markus released the waist strap while Lukus stepped away, returning with a thick terry-cloth robe which had been hanging on a hook near the door.
Lukus wrapped the robe around her before scooping her up into his arms, bride style. She snuggled into the crook of his neck with renewed sobs, this time from relief. He hugged her possessively, heading to the door of the dungeon.
“I’ll call you tomorrow, Markus. I’ll send the robe back with Tiff in the morning. Night.”
As painful and embarrassing as the punishment session had been, Tiff felt proud of herself for coming through the punishment not only alive, but guilt-free—and horny.
Lukus settled her into the front seat of his BMW, securing her seat belt for her since she lay limp. He kissed her gently. “I’m so proud of you, Tiff. You took your punishment so well.”
Suddenly exhausted, now that the adrenaline rush was over, she let her eyes droop closed, a sly smile on her face.
“Thank you, Sir. Is it time for my reward?”
Lukus chuckled. “What reward would that be?”
“You, silly. I want you so bad, honey.”
“So sorry. No orgasms tonight, baby. Remember? Twenty-four hours.”
Tiffany pouted but was too tired to be angry. She dozed, barely waking when they got to her townhouse. Lukus parked in her garage, carrying her up to her bed and tucking her in. Dozing off, she remembered the most important part of the whole eventful day.
Lukus Mitchell loves me.
Chapter Ten
Lukus
Lukus awoke as the first sunlight peeked through the gauze curtains in Tiffany’s bedroom. He was comforted at the feel of her naked body wrapped tightly in his arms, her head using his chest as her pillow.
In the quiet morning, he allowed himself time to rehash the disastrous day before. It had started with finding Dylan beaten and ended with Lukus beating the ass of the woman he loved. The irony was thick, even for the Master of Masters. Not for the first time since he’d met Tiffany, Lukus questioned his life choices. Eventually, he rejected feeling guilty about how he had treated Tiff, knowing he’d corrected her completely out of love.
He was thinking through his plan for the day when her alarm went off. She stirred as he silenced it.
“Morning, baby. You need to go into The Beauty Box early today, don’t you?” he said.
“I don’t want to. I want to stay home in bed with you all day.” As she burrowed deeper into his arms, he was relieved.
He kissed the top of her head. “I’d love that, too. Unfortunately, I have work to do, as well. Let’s say we both work until this afternoon. Then we’ll get back together down at the loft. Sound like a plan?”
Tiff looked up shyly, her messed hair spread out across their pillow. “Sure, but…”
“Yes?”
“Well, you said I had to wait until today for… you know…”
“My little nympho. Horny, are you?”
“I’m always horny after you spank me, and don’t forget, the best part of arguments is the make-up sex.”
