Page 33 of Black Light: The Crossover
“I NEED TO PEE!”
Lukus was halfway through her last cuff when his phone rang, and just to fuck with her he plucked it from his back pocket, enjoying the open-mouthed shock he earned in response. He had never actually planned on answering the phone until he glanced away from his stunned submissive and saw ‘Jaxson Cartwright-Davidson’ on the screen.
“You are such an— wait, is everything okay?” Tiff’s tone changed halfway through from irritated, sassy sub to concerned wife, and she handled the last flick of the leather cuff on her own before he could manage to get his brain back online post-orgasm. “Lukus?”
He just turned the phone to face her as she pushed up from the couch and her eyes widened.
“Answer it!”
“But I need to take care of—”
“I’m going to pee, you answer the goddamn phone! It’s Jaxson!” Rolling her eyes at him, she waved her hands as he tapped the answer button.
“Hey, um— I mean hello? Jaxson?” It wasn’t until he tried to sound like a functioning human that he realized he was still out of breath from fucking Tiffany and launching them both into stellar orgasms. Not the worst reasoning, but the Cartwright-Davidsons owned two of the fanciest BDSM clubs he’d ever seen and it would be best not to sound like an idiot.
“Hey Lukus, yeah, it’s me. Did I catch you at a bad time?”
Tiffany had her legs crossed at the doorway to their bedroom, squeezing them as she spread her arms out in a wordless ‘what are you doing?’ and he shooed her away as he reminded himself to speak. “No, no, it’s fine. Not a bad time at all, what’s up?”
“Well, Chase and Emma and I are in Wisconsin at her parent’s house and…” The other Dom trailed off for a moment, and Lukus dropped onto the couch in the lull, grateful for the glass of water within reach. “Anyway, I just saw an email about a New Year’s Eve thing at TPP.”
Right. The holiday party.
“Yeah, it’s going to be a lot of fun,” he replied, aiming for upbeat and not potentially going to take a post-fuck nap. Clearing his throat, he asked, “Were you guys thinking of coming to it?”
“If you still have tickets,” Jax replied.
“Oh yeah, we’ve got tickets for you guys,” he answered just as Tiffany rushed back into the living room, still carrying the hand towel from their bathroom. She was mouthing something else at him, but he held up a hand and quickly added, “We’d love to have you here!”
“So would I.” A warm chuckle rolled over the line as Tiffany smacked him on the shoulder and he caught her wrist on instinct, yanking her onto the couch beside him.
‘What is he saying?’ Tiffany mouthed, tugging at his grip, but he wasn’t letting go while she felt like hitting. The last thing he wanted to explain to another hardass Dom he respected was that his submissive was distracting him with swats to the shoulder.
“I mean, as long as I can convince Emma’s parents to watch the twins, I’d love to see your club and drag my subs there for some fun,” Jaxson continued, and Lukus barely managed to pull the phone out of Tiff’s reach when she lunged for it.
The benefit was that it made it spectacularly easy to pull her the rest of the way across his lap, and he chuckled as he swung a leg over hers to pin her in place. Tapping the screen, he switched the call to speakerphone before he said, “I’m sure you can convince them.”
“Would you let me up?” Tiffany grumbled, but Lukus just set the phone on her bare back and used that hand to cover her mouth.Ah, peace.
“They’ve offered to watch them for an overnight several times already, so I think they’ll jump at the opportunity,” Jaxson explained as Lukus watched Tiffany squirm one way and then the other trying to get free. “One more thing… I’m sure this is a long shot, but is there any chance you have one of your on-site suites still available, or would we need to grab a hotel room in the city?”
“No way, man, you guys don’t need a hotel room.” The words were out of his mouth before he’d actually thought them through, and the lies just kept on coming. “I had a suite set aside in case we needed it, and it’s all yours.”
Tiffany’s head snapped around to look at him, brows pulling together with a clear ‘what the fuck are you doing’ but it was too late now and he was grateful he’d already covered her mouth.
Adjusting the phone on her back, he finished cutting his own throat, “What day do you think you’d come into town?”
“The day of the party,” the other Dom answered casually. “I haven’t mapped it, but we can probably drive down there in a few hours on New Year’s Eve and just drive back up here the next day. Does that work for you guys?”
No.
“That works great,” he lied, gripping Tiffany’s face a little harder when she rolled her eyes and let out a long-suffering sigh through her nose. “Tiffany and I look forward to showing you around The Punishment Pit.”
His wife kicked the couch cushion for that remark, but Jaxson didn’t seem to catch it.
“Thanks, Lukus. I really appreciate you letting us join at the last minute.”
“Just returning the hospitality,” he replied, chuckling as the reality of what he’d just agreed to started to sink in through the endorphins that had been clouding his judgment. He and Tiffany had gone to the L.A. location of Black Light during a stop-over on the way to their honeymoon, and he remembered the lavish suite Jaxson and his husband and wife had given them. Their west coast club was under a literal mansion, but he’d never needed an indoor pool to grab a crowd at TPP. Squeezing Tiff’s ass, he still felt like he should warn the man. “Of course, we’re not as fancy as Black Light, but we make up for it in raw kink.”
