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Only after they had all said their final good-byes did Lukus and Tiffany take their seats again.
Tiffany captured his thought exactly with her one-word, “Wow.”
Pulling her chair closer so he could put his arm around her shoulder, hugging her close, Lukus added, “You can say that again. That is one interesting trio. I think we’re gonna have fun visiting again in the future.”
Tiffany looked up into his eyes, a sparkle of mischief in her ocean-blues. “I’m not so sure that’s a good idea. Jaxson is super intense.”
“Yeah, I found myself wishing he was available to hire to run The Pit shows. I suspect he’d be the perfect blend of showman and disciplinarian.”
Tiff rubbed her hand intimately up and down his thigh, asking, “You know why that is, right?”
Lukus wasn’t following her. “No. Why?”
“Because he’s you! You’re him! You two could be twins.”
Lukus wanted to object, but the more he thought about Tiffany’s observation, the more he realized she might have been onto something.
“Hmmm, well I can think of one major difference between us.”
“Oh, what’s that?”
Lukus moved his hand to pinch the back of her neck the way he did when he wanted to make sure his lovely wife was paying extra attention.
“We’re different because I have no intention of sharing you with anyone else… ever.”
“Thank God. One of you is more than enough for me,” Tiffany grinned, leaning in for a kiss.
“Let’s finish up. Now I’m more anxious than ever to get you naked downstairs.”
Chapter Five
Tiffany
“Ican’t believe you’re making me wear this in public,” Tiffany complained as she tried to pull down the hem of the sheer negligee that concealed little. The matching panties might as well not be there.
Lukus led her into the small elevator that would take them down to Black Light, using his keycard and getting the small lift into motion before dropping his duffle bag and turning to pin her against the wall.
“First… it’s not public. It’s Black Light, a very exclusive and private BDSM club. Second, and more important to this conversation, am I or am I not your Dom?”
Not in a million years would she ever admit it to her new husband since she had only just had the courage to admit it to herself, but she had missed the yummyI’m in charge herepersona. When they’d met, that larger-than-life dominance had the power to scare her. Now, her husband’s control just woke up that submissive part of herself he’d magically figured out how to tap into.
Clearly, he was waiting for an answer to the otherwise rhetorical question. Taking a calculated risk, Tiff kept that edge to her voice she knew had a way of getting her in trouble. It wasn’t like she bratted often, but considering where they were headed, she thought it appropriate.
“Of course, you’re my Dom,” Tiffany snapped.
Leaning in to growl against her ear, Lukus took her bait. “I can see I need to deliver a few refresher lessons across this luscious ass of yours tonight. I have something that might help you get into the right frame of mind.”
Tiffany felt a chill when he pulled away from her body as he reached down into the side pocket of the duffle bag of toys he’d brought with him. He came out with a long velvet box she hadn’t seen in over a month. Before he even cracked open the hinged lid, the object inside started to have the desired effect.
It was as if the thick choker nestled inside the box had magical powers because the second she felt the cool leather squeezing her neck as he locked the collar, she felt some of the tension she’d been carrying falling away. She reached up to lovingly finger the diamond-shaped gold pendant hanging from the ring at the front—the block MLM letters etched there proudly marking her with his stamp of ownership.
Glancing up at the powerful perfection that was her now husband, Tiffany’s heart contracted with love.
I’m the luckiest woman in the world to belong to Master Lukus Mitchell.
When she’d met the handsome Dominant, her brain had bristled at the idea of beingownedin any form of the word. But through their year of tug-of-war, Tiffany had learned just how much power she really did wield in their relationship. Despite being thousands of miles from home, looking into those green eyes she loved so much, she’d never felt happier. Home was where Lukus Mitchell was now.
The doors to the small elevator opening interrupted their visual connection. She was privileged to have a front row seat to watch her husband visibly changing before her very eyes. She doubted he even knew he did it, because he was just hardwired to be the Master’s Master, but she saw him stand taller—an added hardness she recognized as confidence shined in his eyes.
