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“Bingo. She’s a real pain slut. She doesn’t come in often. One hard night here seems to hold off her demons for a few weeks.”
His first thought was this wasn’t going to tell him shit since pretty much any Dom worth his salt could get a pain slut to come without touching her pussy. It was just how they were wired. But, the more he thought about it, the more Lukus liked Maxim’s choice of subs. He’d already seen firsthand the guy wasn’t a push over. He’d laid some heavy shit on the blonde on the rack and her tears hadn’t made him balk like so many lighter-weight Doms.
This time, he’d get to see if Max could moderate himself to make sure he’d keep the redhead safe, even when she herself may be too far gone to notice she was reaching her limit. His best friend, Markus, was now an expert at handling his pain slut wife, Brianna. The question was, would Maxim know how to handle his next sub?
The men worked together to get the scene set up the way they wanted it. Lukus left the spanking bench ready in the most common configuration that Tiffany was used to—leaving her ass open and available to him. He kept tabs on Maxim out of the corner of his eye as the Dom locked the front half of the bench in a more upright position that would give him access to not only the redhead’s ass and back, but her breasts as well.
Lukus went to Tiffany at the back of the stage. To the growing crowd starting to gather for the main-stage event, his wife made the perfect picture of submission—kneeling in a presentation pose, his collar proudly displayed marking her as his. But knowing her as he did, he recognized the tells of how nervous she was; her fingers anxiously playing with the hem of her super tiny negligee; her chest going up and down rapidly with short puffs of breath; the spark of fear in her eyes as she glanced up at him. She was still such a newbie to the lifestyle in many ways, yet no matter how hard he’d tugged her towards his hard-core end of the BDSM lifestyle, she always found a way to hold onto her boundaries.
His heart physically constricted with admiration for the love of his life. He adored every single complicated part of Tiffany. She was so much more than just his submissive.
She’s my everything.
Squatting down so he could be more at her height, Lukus used his index finger to lift her chin. Her ocean-blue eyes fluttered up, spilling out her soul to him. Christ, he loved the excitement laced with a tiny pinch of fear staring back at him. More than anything, he loved the trust he saw in her eyes. He would make it his life’s mission to never give her a reason to doubt that trust.
“You ready, baby?”
If possible, the rose in her cheeks got a shade darker. His wife was a voyeur… not an exhibitionist, which was why tonight was special. Not only would he get to show her gorgeous body off to the club members, but he would hopefully take her a step closer to being comfortable playing on the main floor at The Pit when they returned back home.
She still hadn’t answered him. Instead, she was biting her bottom lip nervously.
While he would be donning his true Master Lukus persona when he stood back up, he decided to remind her of something important she tended to forget about the lifestyle. Cupping her face gently, he asked, “What is your safeword tonight, baby?”
The spark of recognition registered in her eyes.
“You forgot how much control you have, didn’t you?”
The sly smile that turned the corners of her lips up brought a new lightness to her gaze.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied perfectly submissively.
“Cuss words or not, this isn’t a real punishment, baby. Not really. Not like if you’d put yourself in danger or broken one of our sacred rules. You’ve learned those rules have no safeword when it comes to punishment, but that’s not now. Tonight, we’re just gonna have some fun. Can you turn yourself over to me and let me help you fly high?”
“I’ll try, Sir. Sometimes my head gets in the way.”
He chuckled. “Hmmm, tell me something I didn’t already know.” Getting more serious he added, “Try to turn off the brain and just let your body find its pleasure. Don’t be afraid of the pain. Lean into it. Turn it into pleasure. And if it does get too much, just sayyellow. Can you do that?”
“I’ll try, Sir.”
Just like when he was backstage preparing for one of the hundreds of shows he’d done over the years, Lukus took his own advice, letting his dominance push everything out of his own brain, leaving only Master Lukus remaining. He took a few deep breaths, getting into the right head space before pushing to his feet. Reaching out to grab the leash hanging from Tiffany’s collar, he barked his first order.
“Strip, sub. The only thing I want to remain on your body is my collar and your wedding ring; the two things that show my ownership of you.”
He yanked on the leash to add an urgency to his command. Tiffany scrambled to her feet, but then slowly started to take the small scraps of fabric she’d been wearing off. She was stalling, but he didn’t mind waiting since every patch of clothes that came off heightened her anticipation. Her nipples were already hard and protruding, enhanced by the crusty and dried cum he’d left behind on the swell of her boobs hours before.
Once she was naked, he yanked the leash and pulled her towards the waiting bench. Maxim had made fast work of securing a naked Fyre to her bench and was now waiting for Lukus to be ready to start as well.
She didn’t go easily, forcing him to bark commands every step of the way. “Kneel,” brought her knees to the leather padded ledges towards the bottom of the piece of furniture. “Lean forward,” had her laying her chest and stomach against the padded leather top that would support her torso. The command she took the longest to obey was, “Hands forward on the grips.”
Within a few minutes he had secured her wrists, ankles, and waist with the leather belts that would hold his sub immobile. Knowing how she felt about this, Lukus leaned down to tease Tiff against her ear. “Since our very first night together, you’ve always loved being restrained, haven’t you, sub?” When she didn’t answer, he added a stern, “You love being forced to take whatever I dish out, don’t you? This way you get to pretend you’re still that innocent little girl you always want to be. If Imakeyou do all of the dirty things your luscious body craves, you can blame me. You still try to deny that you love it when I paddle your ass until you beg me to fuck you, or when I shove my cock in your ass so hard and long that it gapes…”
Her breathy, “Oh, God…” told him she was slipping deeper into her submission.
“Time to start the scene, baby. Be sure to show everyone how gorgeous you are when you scream and cry.”
He grinned as he saw her full-body shiver. When he finally stood over her and checked out the other half of the stage, he found Maxim watching intently—his arms crossed over his chest.
It seemed both men were using this chance to learn more about the other.
