Page 42 of Black Light: The Crossover
“No, baby. I’m not. But I can probably find you a larger one if you think it will help?”
Dammit.
She dropped her head back to the bench and tried to ignore the responses and catcalls from the audience, but she peeked when she heard Lukus hand things over to Jaxson.
“I have two submissives, but today it’s our Emma that needs a little… reminder, that sometimes her Doms give her commands for her own health, safety, or general well-being, and we expect them to be followed just as readily as a command to take her clothes off and get on her knees. Emma, Chase...” Jaxson paused, turning toward his submissives until both of them lifted their heads to look at him. “All you have to do tonight is whatever I ask of you. Without argument, without question. If you really want to defy me, use your safeword. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” they both replied, almost at the same time, and Lukus’ playful offer to find a bigger butt plug suddenly seemed a lot less scary.
Jaxson was definitely a hardass.
“Thanks, Jaxson, and good luck,” Lukus said, taking over the microphone again as he stepped to the edge of the stage. “Let the punishment begin.”
The upbeat dance music that had been playing through the last few hours transitioned into the heavy, hypnotic songs that her brain instantly associated with sex — probably thanks to all the hours she spent inside of The Punishment Pit.
But, thanks to the music, and possibly Pavlov, she felt a little surge of arousal inside, and then Lukus’ warm hand brushed her cheek, lifting her face from the padded leather of the spanking bench. He really was hot, and she really did love him, and staring into his eyes it was so easy to get lost in the absolute certainty of his gaze.
“Color,” he whispered.
“Green.”
His eyes narrowed slightly, assessing, and then he sought her mouth. He kissed her gently at first, barely a tease, a test, but when she leaned into it, he licked at the seam of her lips, parting them like he had all the time in the world instead of an entire BDSM club literally waiting at his back to see what he’d do. A slow, decadent, soft tease, because they both knew he could kiss her hard enough to leave her panting and needy. When he capped it off with a soft, “I love you,” she almost melted.
“I love you too.” Tiffany was being quiet on purpose. She knew from experience that Lukus liked to wear a wireless mic when he did shows, and she really didn’t want their discussions broadcast for the whole club. Eavesdropping on Emma and her men had been kind of unavoidable, so she didn’t care if they heard her and Lukus, but everyone else could suck it. She just needed to know. “Are you wearing a mic?”
“Nope.” He gestured at his bare chest and grinned. “Where do you suggest I attach one?”
Why did he have to make it so easy?
“Nipple clamp?” she offered and he chuckled.
“Great idea, baby. I’ll get that while Rachel helps you out.”
“Wait, I didn’t mean I wanted to wear clamps!” she snapped, turning to watch him walk to the right where she knew there were cabinets brimming with fucked-up nonsense.
Lesson one of the night: Don’t suggest shit to your Dom during a scene.
“Master Lukus has got plaaaaaans,” Rachel said, a naughty little smile lighting up her face as she shifted into a kneel next to Tiffany’s spanking bench, waving the Hitachi Magic Wand back and forth. It probably would have looked more intimidating if it wasn’t one of the sweetest Littles she’d ever met holding it.
Derek had dressed her up in a onesie, complete with pigtails, and her pregnancy bump just added a whole other level to the kink. Rachel laid out a set of straps, some tape, and worked at a bend in the power cord that didn’t seem to be an issue. Finally, she lifted her head and added conspiratorially, “Once I put it on, he said only he’s allowed to turn it off, so I’m stalling on purpose.”
“Don’t get in trouble for me, Rachel. Just do what Master Lukus said, okay?”
“Okay,” she replied, the ‘I warned you’ evident in her tone as she positioned the head of the wand against Tiffany’s clit, and then added one of the straps. Then another strap. And then there was… a lot of tape. “Uh oh,” Rachel mumbled before calling out, “Daddy!”
“What?” Tiff shook her head. “No, no, Rachel. We don’t need your Daddy, ask for Master Lukus.”
“Oh, I’m here,” Lukus said from some blindspot behind her. “But I asked Rachel to get you set up with the Hitachi, and if she needs help, I think Master Derek is the best option.”
“Jesus… you gave Rachel tape?” Derek groaned from somewhere behind her, and Tiffany gently smacked her head against the spanking bench over and over. “Sorry about this, Tiff.”
“Sonuva—” Tiffany bit back the urge to shout, because it would just upset Rachel, and if anything it was the surprise of having tape yanked off her inner thigh that caused her to cuss.
“This will help,” Derek added and the Hitachi hummed to life between her legs.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck…” It was directly on her clit — not to the side, not in some random, useless place — and as Derek added another strap, and anappropriateamount of tape, Tiffany realized that no amount of wiggling and shifting was going to get the constant stimulation on her clit to back off.
“Sorry, Daddy. Sorry, Master Lukus,” Rachel said, and somewhere inside the electric haze buzzing between her legs, Tiffany was vaguely aware of Derek talking to Rachel, but she couldn’t focus on it anymore.
