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In a flash, Tiffany felt herself falling towards the floor, dropping to her knees as she grasped at Lukus’s waist to keep some semblance of her balance. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the DM take a step over so he could get a better view of the action, a shit-eating grin on his face.
It only took her husband seconds to unbuckle his belt, open his pants, and spring his hard cock that she loved free. “Position, sub. Have you forgotten all of your training?”
She may have been slow to react, but was eager to please her Dom. Tiffany spread her legs wider, in part to stabilize herself, but more so because that was how Lukus liked her—open. Her hands went behind her back, each hand holding the opposite forearm. Her tits lifted taller as she arched her back as she’d been taught, just as her mouth popped open obscenely wide. At home, she’d been made to wait to be face-fucked by Lukus’s cock for long minutes—sometimes in the privacy of their loft—more often at The Pit as he greeted friends or members. Tonight, he didn’t make her wait long.
His shaft was at the back of her throat with his first thrust. From the corner of her eye, she noticed new couples coming to sit on the bench near them, spectators watching as her husband weaved his fingers through her hair to grasp her head to hold her steady before pulling out and shoving back in even deeper.
One of Lukus’s favorite sex-acts was a blow job. She’d learned early how much he loved waking up in the morning by her sucking his penis into her mouth, suckling him until he awoke slowly along with his erection. Morning BJ’s were almost always sensual and lovingly intimate between them.
But at night, at the club, the Master’s Master loved to show off his sub’s impressive ability to handle his often animalistic use of her throat. In the beginning, he’d scared her with his urgency and rough demand, but he’d proven to her over and over how much he could read her body language. She trusted him, sometimes better than herself, to know exactly where her comfort line was and he was the Master of taking her to her line, sometimes pushing her a bit beyond, but never pushing her where she didn’t love going.
Tonight was no different. Tiffany relaxed her body as much as she could, turning herself over to her Dom completely, letting him use her mouth and throat as a receptacle for his own pleasure. As embarrassing as it was, a kinky part of herself only Lukus had the power to uncover loved the gagging sounds she made as he thrust in and out. Tears from her exertion ran down her cheeks, certainly taking the mascara he loved to see streak her face with them.
As he humped against her, chasing his pleasure, she knew her tears and snot were merging with the strings of drool spilling out of her mouth, dripping down onto the swell of her breasts. If tonight was like normal, he’d make her leave all of the wetness behind as his calling card. She knew it was the caveman part of him that loved leading her through a club full of other Dominants with his fluids marking her as his own.
Maybe some women would bristle at the outwardly callous treatment, call it barbaric. Tiffany found it adorable. In part because it turned her on, but more importantly, because she knew the real reason he did it—out of jealousy and possessiveness. As confident and demanding as the Master’s Master was, even when among other Doms, she knew he needed to lay his claim on her, as surely as the strongest lion fought for mating rights with the best female during the rut.
Tiffany was forced back to focusing on the cock currently cutting off her air supply. Fighting down panic, she closed her eyes.
He reminded her with one word, “Eyes.”
His gaze penetrated her as deep as his rod. He was close, yet he pulled out, allowing her to gasp for a several deep breaths before filling her again.
“Are you learning your lesson, little girl? Subs on their knees, servicing their Masters do not call them by their first name, do they?”
She couldn’t answer, and he knew it. He waited for her to choke for another breath before pulling out again. Tiffany was lightheaded, but from her neck down, her body was on fire. As if he knew she was desperate for him, Lukus moved both hands down from her head to grab onto her tits through her sheer gown instead. Pinching each nub hard, he used his grip as his new leverage to pull her body forward again. Pain shot through her breasts, beelining it strait to her clit. Her nub had to be visibly throbbing with need as Lukus’s rhythm in her mouth grew erratic.
The first hint of salty cum was her only clue that he was about to explode.
“You know what to do,” he growled. “Every fucking drop, Tiffany.”
He said more, but she couldn’t understand as he yelled out his pleasure for anyone in the back of the club to hear. His first hot spurt shot directly down her throat, with ropes two and three filling her mouth as he pulled out slightly. She had to swallow fast and furious, using her tongue to clean his deflating erection as the last dribbles spurt onto her tongue. The trickiest part of taking a Lukus Mitchell face-fuck was making sure to never miss keeping in every drop of jizz, while still holding enough inside your mouth to satisfy his last command.
“Display.”
As she had dozens of times in the past, Tiff opened wide, snaking her tongue out while holding the last remains of his essence out for his inspection. Their eyes still bore into each other and she saw his love and pride for her shining bright in his gaze. She waited for his normal “swallow” command, but it didn’t come. This time, his fingers found her mouth, scooping up his own cum and then swishing the wetness all across the top swell of both her breasts.
By the time his “swallow,” command came, there was little left. She knew better than to wipe the wetness from her body, despite knowing she had to look like a hot mess. As he was helping her regain her feet, it dawned on her that she was about to meet not only the Dungeon Master of Black Light, but also sit next to the half-dozen DMs Lukus would be interviewing to take the position of Master of Shows for The Pit.
He just made sure to telegraph that I’m taken.
Which was more than fine with her.
Chapter Six
Lukus
“Well, that was fun,” Tyler said with glee. “I can’t wait to see what you guys come up with later on the main floor. Speaking of which, if you’re ready, we can keep going with our tour. I’m sure Elijah will be waiting for us by now.”
Lukus’s pulse was barely returning to normal by the time he tucked his softening cock into his pants. Between the anticipation of playing and the top-notch scenes they’d seen on their tour, he’d known he needed a bit of release if he was going to concentrate on the meetings he had coming up.
Leaning down, he helped Tiff to her feet, linking their fingers, as they followed Tyler in the same direction they’d been going before their intermission. He was so damn proud to have easily the hottest woman in the place by his side.
As they reached the end of the hall, it opened up to the right with steps taking them back down into the big open space of the club. From this angle, he could see the primary focus was now a long lap pool running the width of the end of the room. Surrounding the pool were old Roman style marble columns every few feet. Only at Black Light, those columns had been turned into old-fashioned torture poles. Hooks, rings, and pullies were part of each pillar, and several members were putting them to use, stringing submissives up until they were at their Doms’ mercy. Behind the pool was a smaller hot tub with several naked couples lounging and visiting.
Jesus, Cartwright-Davidson has spared no expense. Next time we come, Tiffany will spend quality time on display there.
He tried to pay attention as Tyler added, “We also have a nice sized sauna down there that many members love to enjoy, and over there we have a shower for anyone to rinse off before heading back to the locker rooms.”
