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He saw the surprise flash in her eyes at his confession. To her credit, she didn’t rub it in. She did take several deep, cleansing breaths to calm her nerves. It calmed him, too. They each started taking small steps forward to close the gap between them. Tiffany closed the last few feet quickly and rushed into his arms. The silky warmth of her skin paired with the scent of her vanilla shampoo settled his nerves. This felt right. He couldn’t resist stroking her long blonde hair as she snuggled into his neck.
They stood there silently, reconnecting in a way that melded them back together. He briefly wondered if he was failing her as her Dom by letting her get away with such cheeky insubordination. If all she was to him were a submissive, the answer would be an easy yes. But she was so much more to him and as she stroked her hands up and down his back, he recognized a surprise surge of pride in how strong she was tonight. Few men… hell, fewDomshad ever been brave enough to go head-to-head with him like she did.
When they separated, he could see she’d had enough time to calm down. The fire in her eyes had been replaced with fear. He hated it.
“Tiff, I’m not gonna say I’m sorry I did the show, but I am sorry I didn’t call you when I figured out there wasn’t another choice except for me to go center stage tonight. I should have at least given you a chance to come and attend so you’d have known I was just doing my job.”
She was quiet in her reply. “And I’m sorry I accused you of cheating. I really am angry that you did the show without talking to me, but I know you weren’t doing it to cheat on me and, well, I know you wouldn’t have fucked her. I’m sorry I said that. I was just angry.”
“Really? I couldn’t tell.” They shared a chuckle before he got serious again. “I meant it. I do plan on hiring someone to take over the primary responsibilities of doing the shows, but there are going to be times when I have to fill in, in a pinch. I’d like you to understand that it’s just part of owning the club and that no matter how turned on I might get on stage, I promise you, I’ll only take those sexual frustrations out on you after the show. Will you please trust me enough to let me do that?”
She was pensive. She finally sighed. “I don’t think I’ll ever like seeing it, but the bottom line is I do trust you. I would just like it if you would at least tell me before you do a show so I know. As much as it will be weird to watch you punish another sub, I think not being there was worse. I’d like to at least be given a choice to be there if possible.” She smiled sheepishly before adding a quiet, “Sir.”
“That’s a reasonable request. Now. What can I do to make it up to you?” Lukus’s hard-on was returning. Just thinking about resuming leading some of the shows with Tiffany in the audience pit, tied down and watching, was revving his engine. He brushed her long hair from her shoulder in order to bare her neck for his nibbles.
He was surprised by her shaky request. “Honestly? I’d like to forgive you in exchange for you forgiving me for something I did that I need to tell you about.”
Lukus stopped nibbling to look into her ocean-blue eyes. He saw guilt. “I’m sensing you’ve been a naughty girl.”
“I don’t think so, but I worry you might feel differently.”
“Okay. Spill it.”
“Not until you promise me you won’t be mad at me,” she said.
“I promise no such thing.”
“Damn.”
“That’s one.”
“You’re gonna count now?”
He grinned. “Would you rather I go back and count all of the colorful cuss words you spewed during your angry rant before?”
“I guess not.”
“So?”
She was shuffling her feet. “It’s just that you and Derek weren’t here to meet me when I arrived. Neither was the normal bouncer.”
He could feel anger percolating. “You parked your own car? Did you leave it in the alley near the door for someone to park later?”
She didn’t answer.
“You parked in the garage?”
She nodded.
“Tiffany. I’ve made it clear that it isn’t safe for you to walk alone in the alley. You should have called to have someone meet you.”
“I did call. You didn’t answer.”
A wave of fear for what might have happened had him wanting to blister her ass—drag her to the desk, whip down her panties and pelt her with his belt for her careless disregard for her own safety. As her Dom, that was not only his right, but his duty. Lukus recognized it was getting easier to see things through not only his Dom lens, but also this foreign new lens he was using for the first time in his life—his boyfriend lens.
Fuck, I miss the days when it was so simple. Sub breaks a rule and they’re disciplined—harshly. I had to go and fall for a strong woman who refuses to play by the BDSM rules 24/7. What a pain in my ass.
Pain or not, he had no regrets. Without warning, Lukus dropped his arm down to deliver three fast, hard slaps to Tiffany’s covered ass. His hand remained there, gripping her barely punished flesh through her clothes, squeezing until she whimpered in discomfort.
