Page 2 of Lukas

They had different themes on different nights: swingers, strangers, ménage. And most often, like tonight, BDSM.

Lukas’s personal favorite.

Over the low music drifted more melodic sounds: the crack of a whip, a hand slapping flesh, screams, moans, and stern commands. Not even participating—hell, not even really paying attention—Lukas could feel some of his stress slide off him.

He nodded to the bartender. “Hey, Brax.”

“Hey, Cuz. Your usual? Wasn’t sure if you were going to make it tonight.”

Lukas turned his attention to a section of the room where a man had a naked woman on her back on a padded bench about the size of a single bed, wrists cuffed securely to bolts on either side of her head. He’d then taken her legs and attached them to her wrist cuffs, in essence folding her nearly in half—spread and open for his pleasure.

Evidently, he’d already had her there for a while and had been teasing her unmercifully since she was now begging him for release. Her face—red, sweaty, panting—was the perfect mix of pain, pleasure, and longing Lukas liked to see on a woman. She began keening as the guy finally put her out of her misery, thrusting long and hard into her over and over, his thumb moving around to play with her clit.

Brax grinned as he slid the whiskey in front of Lukas. “You going to play tonight? I don’t see you, Dom, or Roman nearly as much as we once did.”

Lukas rolled his eyes. “That’s because my brothers have their very own private BDSM clubs at their homes.”

“Dominic comes in with Cassandra every once in a while, but they never play publicly.”

Lukas smirked. “No, that sister-in-law would rather be beaten a dozen different ways, literally, than have people watch her.”

And Dominic would never expose her that way. She’d been through enough.

“Sarah on the other hand,” Lukas continued, shaking his head. “I’m surprised she’s not in here even though she’s seven months pregnant.”

Brax guffawed. “You know, I’m sure there’s a kink group for that.”

“Jesus. Please don’t tell Sarah that. Next thing we know, she’ll be president of it, and we’ll be holding regular nights here.” He shook his head. “Innocent kindergarten teacher, my ass.”

Lukas loved his sisters-in-law and was glad his brothers had found what made them happy, but he missed having them around here. And although he didn’t think he’d ever get tired of seeing a woman being spread on a St. Andrew’s Cross—frontwards, backwards, hell, even upside down—and getting nicely flogged until she was dripping and crying, none of this excited him the way it once had.

It was all becoming routine. A very sexy one, but routine just the same.

“I’m sure Gina is around somewhere, if you’re looking for a playmate tonight.”

Lukas just nodded so his cousin could serve the other people sitting around the bar, all people directly tied to La Cosa Nostra or who had been personally vetted. No outsiders were allowed in Deeper Threat, for everybody’s safety.

Not just from law enforcement. The family had enough connections to make sure the club wasn’t ever bothered by the NOLA cops. But because what happened here was intimate. Private. Not for the general public’s eyes.

A much more intense scene towards the far corner of the room caught Lukas’s attention. With a small salute to Brax, he picked up his drink and began walking in that direction.

Now this… this was something that could definitely get him out of his funk. He watched as Timothy took a small blonde woman and strapped her belly down over a padded sawhorse. He stretched her ankles wide and strapped them to wooden legs, then also restrained her knees, spreading her wide. A strap across her waist held her flat so that she was unable to move at all.

An audience was already starting to form as Timothy spoke to them. Timothy and Melinda were known for their pretty extreme punishment scenes.

“I caught Melinda cheating on me with another man, and we agreed her punishment would take place here. We’ll begin with a very thorough whipping.” He turned back to the bound woman. “Count the first five, Melinda.”

The sound of the belt striking flesh and the sight of the pale globes of her ass turning a bright pink had the crowd’s attention. By the time she counted five, her breath was coming out in shudders.

“Now that she’s warmed up, I need a little help. I would like to see her face for each spank. Would you mind, Lukas?”

Lukas smiled. “I’d be more than happy to whale on that ass for a little while.”

“Make her feel it. I don’t want her to forget it.”

Timothy untied Melinda’s arms so she could hold her own weight up to look at him and pulled a chair right in front of her, sitting with one leg crossed at the knee.

“Three please, Lukas. Make her sob.”

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