Page 19 of Lukas

Chapter Eight

Lukas didn’t spenda lot of his time off at either of the clubs. He had other things that needed his attention, plus he oftentimes just needed to get away from both.

But not tonight. Even though it was his day off, he was back at Deeper Threat. He wanted to make sure he had everything planned out right for when Reina arrived tomorrow night at ten pm.

Ifshe arrived.

She was nervous, and he didn’t blame her. The BDSM scene could be pretty overwhelming when someone first got involved, trying to sort through what was scary because it was hot and what was just plain scary. Soft limits, hard limits. Trust.

And it would be his pleasure to help her highness navigate through that.

He chuckled. Despite her name, Reina never acted entitled or like she was better than anyone else, despite her genius IQ. He’d been doing a little digging on her the past couple days. And damned if he wasn’t impressed with what he found. Proud, even, in the least condescending way possible, because she didn’t need him to be.

Companies from all over the country brought her in to solve their software problems and make their systems more efficient. And she was well-paid for the privilege. Her apartment here in New Orleans may be on the smaller side, but it wasn’t because she couldn’t afford something better. Probably just because she didn’t plan to be here long.

What Lukas didn’t know was why she was here at all. He believed her when she said she wasn’t an employee of Torres Software, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t here to help her uncle. And Roman was right—the fact that these rumors of trouble with the firm neatly coincided with her arrival could not be ignored.

So maybe he would ease her into the world of domination her subconscious and body so definitely wanted. And God, how she wanted it. Had he ever seen anything so sexy as her putting her hands on his desk yesterday when he’d commanded her to? She’d just obeyed because that’s how she was wired sexually.

And it fucking turned him on.

He hadn’t been lying yesterday when he said that submission had nothing to do with disrespect. Submission—giving over trust—was so fucking sexy and brave. It didn’t make a woman less of a force for doing so. It just meant she was in touch with herself enough to know what she wanted. A special kind of power.

He’d trust that person with his money over someone floundering around in a vanilla relationship any day.

God, he really hoped Reina showed up tomorrow night. He knew she was scared and didn’t blame her. It would probably make her even more scared to know if she chickened out, didn’t show up, he wasn’t giving up. There would be more packages. More cards. He would get her back in the club even if he had to show up at her house and escort her back himself.

And spank her until she came for the trouble.

“I’m afraid to even ask what that little grin means.”

Lukas looked over at the two people who had joined him at the bar without him even realizing it. He smiled at them both. “Margo. Victor. How’s it going for you two?”

They were both regulars at Deeper Threat and both important, powerful members of La Cosa Nostra.

Margo squeezed his shoulder. “That smile generally means you are thinking of some creative way to punish some poor little submissive. Watching that usually makes for the most interesting part of my weekend.”

Margo, complete with platinum blonde hair in her mid-40s, was a switch. Depending on what partner she was playing with, she could either be dominant or submissive. Victor, like Lukas, was a dominant only. Victor was a master in the Japanese form of Shibari.

While Lukas could appreciate the beauty of a woman tied with those intricate knots, he didn’t have the patience required to do it thimself.

“No, believe it or not, this is more about easing someone into the lifestyle. She’s not quite ready for creative punishments. Yet.”

Victor chuckled. “I’m sure you’ll get her there.”

Oh, he would. And if he wasn’t mistaken, Reina would take to it like a fish to water. And he just couldn’t wait.

“You two playing tonight?” he asked as they ordered a drink from Brax.

“Maybe,” Margo said. “I can’t decide what sort of mood I’m in. I might see if I can find a couple who can fit me in to their plans.”

Victor took a sip of his club soda, which Lukas knew meant he definitely had plans for tonight. He didn’t drink when he’d be restraining a submissive in his intricate knots. The session required too much focus. People tended not to realize how much permanent harm could be done by that type of restraint if care wasn’t used.

“I’ve got a session planned in an hour with a dancer.” Victor waggled his eyebrows. “Very flexible.”

Margo spotted a couple who piqued her interest and said her goodbyes to Lukas and Victor. The men talked for a while more until it was time for Victor to get ready for his binding scene. The dancer had evidently told him to do his worst, as long as it wouldn’t hurt her. When Victor explained what he had in mind, Lukas had winced.

He hoped the dancer was veryflexible.

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