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“You know, I never would have pegged you for the insecure type,” the new Dom finally goaded.
Lukus took a deep breath and changed his tone. “Let’s start over. I’m Lukus Mitchell. This is my wife and sub, Tiffany. I thought it would be fun to put on a little show for the club together.”
“Ah, so you’re having some problems satisfying her and need my help? I hear that happens to old men.”
Lukus leaned forward, banging into Tiffany’s back and almost causing her to go headfirst into the other guy’s crotch.
“Old? You think I’m old?” he said, raising his voice.
“Well, not grandpa old. I guess not even dad old. I am picking up a bit of a creepy uncle vibe though,” the younger Dom said with a touch of glee in his voice.
To her utter surprise, Lukus broke out in a robust laugh above her. Without being able to see his face, she’d been having trouble dissecting how upset he really was. She couldn’t figure out what he was really up to by confronting the guy, but she was starting to get a tiny clue.
“You have some set of balls on you, I’ll give you that.”
“Well, your lady’s only a few inches away. She’s more than welcome to check them out, but I should warn you. If you’re looking for a third, I don’t bat your way. I’ll be happy to service this little subby at our feet for you, though if you need some help.”
“Touch her and die. Clear enough for you?”
“Crystal. So, this has been fun…” The guy paused and Tiffany took a chance and looked up at the men above her. She was just in time to see him getting distracted looking at someone walking behind her. She saw him wink just like he had at her in the bar.
Lukus saw it too. “Looks like you’re a popular guy around here.”
“Naw, I’m just the new guy. Everyone’s still trying to figure me out. At least I know what the subs want from me. You, I confess, have me a bit confused.”
“Humor me. I’m just looking to have some fun while reminding my wife here that she’s gotten a bit lax on some of our rules. The crowd seems to like a show. I thought we could have a dual scene and make it fun for everyone.”
Tiffany scoffed to herself. Since when was getting her ass paddled fun? Even as she asked herself the question, her brain shouted “Liar.” It may have still scared her, but she loved everything her husband did to her body, even when she may not have liked it in the moment.
“Okay, say I go along with this. What do you have in mind?”
Lukus laid it out. “You pick any sub you’d like. We tie our women down on spanking benches on the same platform and then see which one of us can make our sub come from nothing but punishment devices touching their bodies. No cocks. No fucking. Not even fingers.”
“No fucking? That doesn’t sound like any fun. What the hell is in this for me?” the guy challenged.
“A hot scene. You can fuck her after. And let’s just see how it goes. There might be a bit of a surprise at the end.”
“Interesting, but how will this be even close to fair? I’m playing with someone I’ve never met before. You have your own sub. You have a huge advantage by knowing what pushes her buttons.”
“Maybe on a regular night, but we’re on our honeymoon. She’s had dozens of orgasms in the last few days. Trust me. We’ve been fucking like rabbits. I’m the one with the handicap here. I’ve seen the women around here waiting to catch your attention. You’ll have a huge head start over me.”
Tiffany could feel the blood rushing to her face, grateful no one could really see her blushing as her husband bragged about their sexcapades.
“I don’t know.”
She couldn’t see it, but Lukus had clearly taken his wallet out. “Fine. I’ll throw in a hundred if I lose.”
“I’m not for hire. But…” The guy paused, before adding. “But sure, I’ll be happy to take the money off your hands. This place is fucking expensive. Just know I’m not forking over a damn dime if I lose.”
“No worries. I don’t want your money,” Lukus chuckled above her.
“That’s what I’m afraid of. I haven’t figured out your angle yet.”
“Hold that thought. We’ll talk after the scene. In the meantime, you mind sharing at least your name?”
The guy waited way longer than Tiffany would have thought for such a simple question.
“Maxim.” He paused, like he might add a last name, but stopped. “Just Maxim. Most people call me Max.”
