Page 26 of Black Light: The Crossover
Tiff tried to pull herself back up to her feet just as Lukus unbuckled his leather belt that was at eye level. The end of the thick leather snapped as he quickly pulled it free of his jean’s loops. Despite her head being full of anxiety, her body reacted instinctually to the flick that usually meant sexy times were starting.
Her pulse spiked higher when his hands didn’t stop at taking off his belt and started unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans as well. This was not the time or the place for playing and the thought that Lukus didn’t realize that only made her more angry.
Still on her knees, she grabbed the handles of the kitchen cabinets on either side of her to use as leverage, trying to pull herself back up. Before she could succeed, a semi-hard cock was freed from its confines just inches in front of her.
Lukus threw the belt around her neck, using it to yank her forward, holding her head immobile while still on her knees. The tip of his shaft brushed against her pursed lips as she fought to turn her head from side to side, giving him a moving target.
“I suggest you open that naughty mouth of yours right now, little girl.”
He was too strong.
“I’m not in the…” The wordmoodwas cut off by her mouth filling with his cock.
His thrust was not gentle, and despite him not being fully hard yet, the tip easily crashed into the back of her throat, triggering her gag reflex.
She felt his thumb in the corner of her mouth, helping to keep her mouth open as he warned her, “Careful with those teeth, sassy girl,” as she flailed to be free.
Her anger quickly dissipated as she started to run out of oxygen. Tiff slapped her hands against the front of his thighs, unsuccessfully trying to push away from her Dom. Instead of releasing her, the belt at her neck pulled tighter until her face was mashed into his lower stomach, cutting off her ability to breath through her nose.
True panic had just taken hold when she felt the gentle brush of his hand stroking her head.
“Do I have your attention now, baby?” he asked as he loosened the belt, allowing her enough space to gasp for air around his growing shaft. He thrust forward again, not bothering to give her a chance to answer. Instead he predictably demanded, “Eyes.”
They’d been in this position hundreds of times over the course of their relationship. Her brain wanted to hold on to her rage, but every other body part had started to bend to his dominance. She fought her own submission until she ran out of air again, knowing she wasn’t going to be given a breath until she acquiesced.
She’d expected to see anger or maybe lust staring back at her when she finally looked up to her husband’s handsome face. Instead, what she found was concern.
The steel-like hardness of his cock told the story of how much he loved having his cock shoved down her throat. When he pulled back, she sputtered and coughed while enough hot tears flooded her eyes to blur her vision.
Tiff was relieved that he didn’t thrust deep again, but he also didn’t pull his penis out of her wide-open mouth, effectively keeping her gagged while he launched into a lecture.
“Now, let’s try this again,” he said, pulling on the belt gently when she tried to back up enough to talk back.
She was grateful they were in their own kitchen and not downstairs at the Punishment Pit where everyone would witness their little showdown. Long time club members loved to tease Master Lukus Mitchell that he’d married a sassy as fuck submissive who loved to test him. Those events usually ended with her proving just how submissive she could be for her dominant husband.
He pulled her attention back to the moment with a quick yank on the belt that was presently acting like reins—his cock the bit—both working in concert to control her as surely as a bit and reins on a horse.
“I know you are stressing, but you don’t need to. You know why?” He didn’t bother waiting for an answer since she couldn’t talk. “Because your family loves you almost as much as I do. They don’t care if you bring the perfect Christmas treats or if each gift is wrapped perfectly. They just want to seeyou. To spend time withyou. Your mother would love nothing more than to know you still need her help, and you know I’m right.”
She hated that he was making sense, proving he really did understand how her huge family dynamic worked. Still, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of telling him that.
At least not yet.
Their stare down continued until he finally asked, “Are you ready to talk now, or should I finish what I’ve started?” he finally asked, shoving his hard dick a bit deeper to make his point.
Tiff nodded her head as much as his hold on her would allow, and he finally took a step back, letting her close her mouth. Like a gentleman he hadn’t been just a few minutes before, Lukus reached out his hand, helping her to her feet.
He opened his arms for a hug, but Tiff brushed past him in a huff instead, turning her attention back to the messy piles of wrapping paper completely covering the kitchen island. He didn’t want her to argue, then fine. She’d just work in silence—angry, frustrated, silence.
The crack of his palm connecting with her clothed ass broke the quiet of the room.
Tiffany spun back around, covering her butt with her hands, surprised at how much just one Lukus Mitchell swat could hurt. It had been weeks since they’d played at the club and more like months since she’d earned a true punishment. She’d almost forgotten how much he could make it hurt…almost.
Unlike her best friend, Brianna, Tiffany hated true punishments with a passion. In part, because she didn’t crave the pain like Brianna, the masochist, but more because it meant she’d truly disappointed her Dom. Known amongst their friends and club members as the Sassy Submissive, only a truly deserved Lukus Mitchell punishment could push her into the kind of deep submission that went beyond sexual.
And as much as she loved the calm deep submission brought her, she hadn’t learned yet how to take the easy road to get there.
They stood in a silent showdown. With each passing second she watched Lukus shedding his husband veneer, replacing it with Master Lukus’s hard-ass dominance usually only on display center stage at The Pit or on the treasured nights they got to explore the edgier sexual dynamics of their marriage.
