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It was around the fifteenth paddling to his wife’s ass that Lukus realized how stupid his bet had been. His dick was semi-hard before they’d even started. It was now rock hard and getting squeezed in his too-tight jeans. The wetness dripping down Tiff’s inner thighs called out to him, begging him to bury himself inside her. Unfortunately, he knew the only way he could make that happen was to let this little pissing contest he’d setup with Maxim run its course.
Tiffany’s ass was blotchy and in danger of bruising by the time he finished the twenty he’d planned for her. Taking a short break to check in on her, he lifted her face. It took every ounce of his self-control to keep from kissing her. Her teary eyes, smeared mascara, and running nose made Tiffany his epitome of perfection.
“Christ, I love you,” he said, swishing her messy hair back from her face enough to pull his hankie out. “Blow for me.”
Behind him Fyre’s screams had morphed to X-rated moans of pleasure. Maxim had her flying high in subspace, spacing out the cane welts to keep her floating there.
He was just deciding what implement to use next when behind him he heard Maxim’s shouted command. “Come for me… Now!”
Lukus spun, checking to see if the younger Dom had cheated and touched his sub, but what he found was the picture of a Master Dom, wringing a screaming orgasm from a submissive he’d never played with before. Max raised his gaze to give Lukus a victorious glare. Little did the guy know, there was no way Lukus could have lost tonight. He couldn’t care less if he lost to Max in the bet. All he cared about was winning the long game—getting the asshole to say yes to moving to Chicago.
Once again, a smattering of applause broke out as Max started to release Fyre, wrapping her in what looked like a robe with the Black Light logo on it, and then carrying her off to one of the cooling rooms. Some of the members started to disperse, but when Lukus didn’t bother to unbuckle Tiffany yet, others stayed close.
He used the time Max was away to move on to more intimate activities with his wife’s prone body. Alternating between hand spanks to her ass and slipping fingers through her wet slit before shoving fingers into her cute little rosebud, he worked on amping Tiffany’s pleasure until she was the one calling out theyes,more, andharderwords Fyre had used before.
It took all of his self-control to wait for Max to return to the stage for Lukus to move on with his plan. For the first time, he saw an uncertainty on Maxim’s face as he tried to figure out if they were still in their bet.
Lukus made it easy for him after Tiffany started begging him to fuck her when he’d been edging her higher. Wanting to please his bride, Lukus unzipped his pants and let his heavy cock spring free. He felt a brief moment of euphoria at the pressure release, but lust flowed through his veins, demanding its due.
She couldn’t see him from her vantage point, so he used the element of surprise to quickly slide the tip of his dick through her pussy lips for a quick second before lunging his hips forward and plunging inside his screaming wife. He’d left her restrained for a reason. She was at his mercy as he pounded her hard and fast. He used no finesse or elegance. While they loved each other deeply, what was happening in front of the crowd of strangers was a rutting, plain and simple.
He chased his own orgasm, letting the cries of pain and pleasure from his submissive stoke his excitement higher. The only thing that would stop him would be a safeword, and he knew that would not be coming.
Movement to his peripheral view distracted him, causing him to lose his rhythmic thrusts for just a second, but recognizing that Maxim was now only a foot or two away from the splayed Tiffany made Lukus freeze. The asshole had the nerve to unzip his own pants and whip out that long erection he’d put on display earlier.
Lukus’s brain raced to rerun their discussion before the scene. He’d made it clear the asshole wasn’t to touch her, right? Look, but not touch.
Maxim grinned as he started to slowly jack himself off center stage. “Don’t get your undies in a bunch. I won’t touch her.”
Satisfied, Lukus rammed his shaft back into Tiffany’s pussy, surging into her again and again until he felt his own climax coming. Knowing how to literally push her buttons, he grabbed onto the spanking bench’s frame and lifted the end up several inches. He worked out hard, but even he wouldn’t be able to hold up the weight of the bench and his wife for long, but he knew he wouldn’t need to. All Tiff needed to detonate was a slight change of angle. As soon as the tip of his dick started pounding into her G-spot, she went off like a firework, screaming his name in one long cry of pleasure.
He wasn’t far behind her, shooting his wad deep inside her pussy. Like a caveman, he’d enjoy making her walk back upstairs to their suite with his cum dripping down her inner thighs.
Tiffany’s last contractions were squeezing his deflating cock when Maxim took another step closer to the still-joined couple in front of him. The asshole’s strokes on his own dick were now coming fast and furious. His breath started coming in short bursts just as the first spurt of white cum shot out, splattering all over Tiffany’s back and ass.
Conflicting emotions fought for attention in Lukus’s sex-overloaded brain. The asshole hadn’t touched her, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that Max had marked Tiffany in an even more intimate way. Just as he was tempted to rage at the asshole for his audacity, the sound of the crowd’s cheers and clapping of approval worked its way in. Taking his husband hat off for just a minute and putting on his Master Dom hat, Lukus recognized the heat level of the scene they just presented was off the charts.
Damn if the asshole isn’t Goldilocks.
He should wipe the offending spunk off his wife. God knows he wanted to. Instead, he pulled his softening dick out of her snatch and then barked his next order—this time directed at Maxim.
“Don’t just stand there. Rub it in. She’ll wear it until I let her shower upstairs.”
For a few seconds it looked like the guy didn’t trust Lukus not to deck him if he touched Tiffany. Something in Lukus’s expression must have convinced him because a few seconds later Max reached out to gently massage his jizz across Tiffany’s back.
An awkward silence fell for a few long seconds before Lukus took charge again. “Help me get this mess cleaned up while I tend to my sub. Then let’s go to the bar. I’ll buy you a drink.”
“Fine, but fair warning. I only drink top-shelf shit,” Maxim cautioned with an arrogant grin.
He chuckled before answering truthfully. “Is there any other kind?”
Chapter Nine
Lukus
The clock behind the bar flipped to midnight as Lukus leaned against the wall just outside of the Ladies’ Locker Room. He’d sent Tiff in with strict instructions not to shower, but she’d been in there long enough that he was getting worried.
“I see you’re making some new friends,” a voice said behind him.
