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"Honey, all I can say is I'm sorry that I didn't call so you wouldn't worry."
"Don'thoneyme like you forgot to do the damn dishes. This is serious shit, Tiff; life and death kind of serious. I haven't wanted to worry you with all of the dirt we've dug up on Davenport, but believe me when I say he'll stop at nothing to prey on vulnerable women."
Lukus released her, pushing Tiffany away as he stormed to the kitchen island to put some distance between them. She fought the urge to break into tears, in part because she was so angry with herself, but mostly because Lukus had a harder time staying angry with her when she cried and she didn't want him to feel she was manipulating him.
A long silence stretched out before Lukus spoke with a forced calmness. "Strip—naked—right where you are, and then go lie over the back of the love seat with your ass laid out for your punishment."
"Lukus... please."
"Not one more word, little girl. And no more 'Lukus' until further notice. I've clearly been too soft on you, so until I'm done lighting up your disobedient ass like I never have before, I'm 'Sir', and don't forget it."
Tiffany's pulse skyrocketed at his angry words. She'd lived through several intense discipline sessions at his hands, but Lukus was a man of his word. She had no doubt that he wouldn't be stopping today until he was sure she'd learned not to leave the loft without her guard, at least not until Jake Davenport was behind bars.
She made a last attempt at an apology. "I'm so sorry I didn't listen but please, Sir, I promise I was safe with Aiden."
The determined lock of his jaw as he crossed his muscular arms, pinning her with a look of raw dominance, made her pounding heart lurch. Master Lukus had arrived, and as positive as she was that she was going to hate the welts he would surely leave on her ass, she was just as sure she deserved every last lash for her blatant disobedience.
Moving in slow motion, she pulled her frilly top off to display her lacy bra to her Dom. She looped her thumbs in the waistband of her yoga pants, lowering them to the floor. Lukus didn't so much as flinch while she hesitated, but his powerful gaze urged her to move faster as she removed her bra and panties to stand before him, naked.
She wilted until her legs felt like they'd give out. Tiff shuffled to the nearby lounging area, tentatively lowering her body across the back of the furniture. Lukus was there, lifting her hips so her ass rose high in the air, forcing her onto her tiptoes as she leaned forward, grasping the front edge of the seat cushion.
Embarrassed heat lit her face as she realized the picture she made, laid out for her angry fiancé. Wasting no time before launching into the punishment, Lukus landed several open-palmed spanks to her left, then her right butt cheek... and then stopped.
After only a half-dozen full-force spanks, he lowered his hand. "Fuck, I need to wait. I'm losing control." She felt the heat of his body leave as he stepped away. "I love you too much, Tiff, to risk that." His voice vibrated with the effort that slowing down the punishment took. "Don't you move even your little finger, got it?"
"Yes, Sir, I'll lie here."
The angry footsteps of his leather boots could be heard stomping off to their bedroom, leaving her alone and ashamed. The tears she'd been holding back fell onto the fabric of the couch beneath her as she struggled to hold her legs in their splayed and lewd position.
He didn't return for fifteen long minutes, and by the time he did, her muscles were twitching under the strain of holding still. The touch of his hands lifting her hips up and off the couch warmed her until she almost collapsed to the floor when her cramping legs wouldn't hold her up.
Lukus caught her, lowering her body gently to the carpet where she knelt, leaning her ass back on her heels. They were both silent as Lukus wrapped her gold choker collar from her first visit to The Pit around her neck, latching it so the 'MLM' pendant dangled against her skin, reminding his submissive she belonged to Master Lukus Mitchell. The warmth of his ownership wrapped around her, helping to comfort her in spite of the coming punishment.
He had never attached a leash to her collar before, so when he reached to his back pocket and returned with a black length of leather, Tiff's face flushed red. She'd witnessed other subs on their master's leash and wondered how it felt. The clinking sound as he linked the clasp to the ring on her collar left her tethered to him like a treasured pet.
Only when he started walking towards the lift, leading her with a tug, did she panic. She crawled across the floor behind him until the carpet turned to tile.
Surely Lukus wouldn't lead her downstairs naked? True, The Punishment Pit was closed right now, but there could be employees lingering who might see them.
As the doors closed on the elevator, Lukus answered her unspoken question by pushing the button to take them to the first level of the building. She knew better than to hope he would stop in his private office when they exited the elevator. She couldn't contain her distressed whimper as she reached out to hug his legs tightly. "I'm really sorry, Lukus. Please don't do this. Let's go back upstairs."
"What did I tell you about addressing me?" he said, lacing his fingers through her long locks, holding her tight against him. "I will not remind you again."
"I'm sorry, Sir," she said, kicking herself for having forgotten. In that moment, she realized she was headed to her first punishment center stage and could only say a prayer Lukus would be the only witness to her certain loss of control.
Chapter Eighteen
Lukus
Lukus luxuriated in the feel of Tiffany's long blonde hair sifting through his fingers. The silky softness calmed his nerves, preparing him for the harsh punishment session that lay ahead. At least he'd let go of his fear that Jake had gotten hold of her. The fifteen minutes during which he had believed her kidnapped had been a living hell for the Dom.
He'd used his time in the bedroom wisely, to plan out the kind of punishment that would leave a lasting impression on his future wife. He was a reasonable man, but Tiffany needed to learn early on that he wouldn't allow disobedience to go unpunished, particularly if it led to her life being in danger. It was the most important of the rules Tiffany had agreed to follow, and he would be leaving tangible reminders on her luscious ass to ensure her safety in the future.
He tugged her to her feet, allowing them both a long embrace before he pulled the leash to lead her through his office, around the punishment furniture of the backstage dungeon, and out onto the dark expanse of The Punishment Pit's main stage.
The two-story high curtains were open, exposing the stage to anyone who might walk through. As a showman, that suited Lukus just fine, he knew the mere possibility of a witness would further punish his novice submissive.
He left her center stage to flip on the low lights. He then pushed a heavy spanking bench from the back to center stage, just to Tiffany's left. Her ocean blue eyes widened as he issued his stern order. "Lie yourself across the spanking bench, baby. Place your hands in the most forward grips and your legs on the widest leather pads."
