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Ignoring her comment, Lukus continued leading her along with the flow of the travelers down a windowless corridor and into the open baggage area. Only when he stopped to check the overhead monitor for their flight information did it dawn on Tiffany what was truly happening.
“We aren’t going to Hawaii?” Her disappointment was palpable.
After checking the overhead signs, her hubby turned them to the right part of the huge arrival hall, finally pulling them to a stop next to carousel number eight. Only after setting their carry-on bags on the floor next to them did Lukus pull her into his arms.
Tiffany’s insides fluttered at the stern glare in his intense eyes. She felt his breath on her cheek as he moved in close for a small measure of privacy from the crushing crowd of fellow fliers waiting next to the silent luggage belt. Always the exhibitionist, Lukus moved one palm to the curve of her ass as his other hand snaked under her long, blonde hair to squeeze the back of her neck.
“Do I have your attention, little girl?” he asked after her breath hitched from the authoritative strength glaring back at her.
Her whispered “Yes, Sir,” fell easily from her lips.
“That’s good. Now, let’s level set. I’m sure in the future we’ll take many trips together. Some of those getaways you’ll be in charge of and I’ll gladly let you plan every detail to your heart’s content. Some, we may both just wing as last-minute escapes. But some—like the next two weeks—I am going to have control over. There will be some opportunities where I’ll ask for your preferences… when and where to eat… would you rather swim or go to the spa…” He paused, grinning before adding, “Would you rather I bend you over the back of the couch or the edge of the bed before fucking you in the ass?”
Tiffany’s body shivered, acknowledging the effect his naughty promise had as she literally felt her pussy twinge with anticipation. Humor danced in his eyes, telling her he’d felt her body’s predicable reaction to his words.
When she didn’t answer his rhetorical question, he continued his rant. “But here… today… you don’t have any decisions to make. You need to learn to just let go—to trust me. All you need to know right now is that we’re staying in L.A. for a couple nights. It’s already six here… eight at home. I knew we’d get very little sleep last night between the late reception and the wedding night celebration fucking. We’re both tired enough without adding another five-hour flight to the mix that would get us to the hotel in Maui super late.”
The conveyor belt next to them lurched into motion with a rumble as Tiffany acknowledged the genius of his plan. Of course, he was right. She’d been dreading the next long flight.
Her husband’s stern gaze penetrated her as surely as the semi-hard cock pressing into her tummy would be when they got behind closed doors. Tiffany could feel the internal tug-of-war between her submissive and assertive halves wrangling for control. In the bedroom, submission easily won every time. In public, assertiveness put up a much harder fight.
Lukus’s supportive embrace, his unending strength she had learned to count on, and his yummyI’m in charge herepersona helped squelch the final drops of her travel anxiety.
“No smart-ass comeback?” he prodded her finally.
“No, Sir,” she replied, adding, “I think it’s a great idea. I’ve never been to L.A. and anyway, I’m starving.”
“I’m starving too, but not for food. Now, be a good girl and stay here with the carry-on bag while I go fight the crowd to grab our luggage.”
She hated the empty feeling he left behind when he released her, yet she enjoyed watching a couple of attractive women tracking him from across the luggage carousel.
You can look all you want, ladies, but he’s all mine.
Her heart swelled with love, feeling like she might need to pinch herself as she realized she was now Mrs. Lukus Mitchell.
Within minutes, he had wrangled both of their large suitcases from the conveyor and rejoined her. They barely made it a few dozen feet towards the exit when Lukus pulled them to a stop near an older man in a black suit and tie holding a sign with a large MITCHELL. Tiffany assumed he had arranged the car in advance until Lukus asked the driver a question.
“I’m Mitchell, but I wasn’t aware they were sending a car for us. Are you here for Lukus Mitchell?”
The handsome driver smiled his greeting. “The very same. Congratulations. I hear you two are newlyweds. Welcome to Los Angeles.”
“This is unexpected. Who exactly sent you?” Lukus questioned.
“Not sure. I just picked up the order and it had a note on it to take extra good care of you. Here, let me take one of those bags from you. I’m parked not far from here. Would you rather walk with me, or I can come back and pick you up at the door if you’d prefer?”
“We can walk,” Lukus answered for them.
They exited into the California evening air and within minutes, they were settled into the back of the slick black Lincoln Town Car. As they pulled out into the airport traffic, their driver apologized. “I’m sorry in advance, but traffic is a bit of a mess with the holiday. It may take a bit longer than the normal thirty minutes to make it to our destination.”
Lukus reached out and took Tiffany’s hand as she laid her head on his shoulder. “No worries. This still beats the cab I was planning on hailing.”
As excited as she was to explore a new city, Tiffany’s excitement quickly waned as they sat in bumper-to-bumper traffic on the infamous 405 freeway. She took the chance to close her eyes for most of the drive, enjoying snuggling with her husband quietly until she detected they had left the expressway.
She was in for a treat when she opened her eyes to find they were on a grand street, lined with upscale shops and restaurants on both sides of the car. Because it was January first, most of the places were closed, but Lukus had said they’d be staying two nights.
“Ooo, look at all of the fun shopping we can do tomorrow!” she said, sitting upright and leaning towards the window to get a better look.
Her husband dashed her plans quickly. “We didn’t come all this way to shop. We can do that at home. And anyway, I’m not letting you out of bed long enough to get any shopping in.”
