Page 28 of Black Light: The Crossover
The sound of her panties being ripped off her body only heightened her dread of what was to come. Despite—or maybe because of— her looming spanking, she just couldn’t let go of her anger. She had too much shit to get done. There was no way this was going to help and the fact that her husband didn’t understand that about her only upset her more.
From her prone position, she could hear the sound of Lukus’s footsteps walking down the hallway to their bedroom, leaving her to stew all alone. Seconds turned to minutes as she hung upside down, wasting precious time she needed.
Worse, the urge to pee was growing exponentially. By the time she heard his returning footsteps, she called out for her freedom.
“Lukus! You have to let me loose so I can go to the bathroom.”
A slap to her bare bottom accompanied his reply as he leaned down to answer against her ear. “You seemed to forget that I don’thaveto do anything.” A fast flurry of swats stung as he added, “And this is your last warning. Until I tell you otherwise, address me as Sir or Master. Believe me when I say, you do not want to face the consequences of not heeding my warning.”
Grrrr. She was not in the right frame of mind for this bullshit at all. It took all of her self-discipline to bite her tongue and keep from cussing him out. Tears stung her eyes again, this time because it hurt her that her husband didn’t understand her by now after almost a full year of marriage.
A quick volley of spanks pelted her bottom from top to bottom—left to right. He left no spot uncovered, and while they were certainly more than love taps, Tiff was surprised at how relatively light they were. Lukus worked in silence, blanketing her butt with a heat that had started to light other parts of her body on fire as well.
The spanking stopped just as her husband dragged his fingers between her wet pussy lips, stopping to pinch her clit just as he leaned across her back, adding some of his own weight to her predicament.
“Do I have your attention now, little girl?” he said, still fingering her.
“My bladder is definitely paying attention,” she sassed, adding a quick, “Sir,” at the last second. Much to her relief, she heard his quiet chuckle.
“Well, I guess that’s a start.”
“I can’t believe you’re punishing me for having a bad day,” she complained, her voice muffled by the seat cushion.
It took a split second for him to yank her head up off the couch by her long blonde hair. Tiff was forced to arch her back uncomfortably as the cuffs pulled at her wrists. She tried to angle her head high enough to see his face. The glimpse she got of his intensity took her breath away. He truly was the hottest man to walk the earth, at least to her. She still had to pinch herself at times to remind herself that he was all hers.
Even when he pissed her off, like right now.
She felt his breath on her cheek as he leaned in close to warn her. “You’re determined to dig yourself into an even deeper hole, aren’t you? I hadn’t planned to truly punish you, baby, but if you insist on turning this into a battle of wills, I promise you, I’m up for the challenge.”
Tiff didn’t have any doubts in that regard, and wisely bit her tongue to try to keep from saying something that would only get her in more trouble. But the harder she struggled to keep her anxiety from drowning her, the more tears she felt pooling, threatening to spill over into an explosion of emotion.
CHAPTER2
LUKUS
He’d fucked up.
Of course Lukus had picked up on all the signs of Tiffany’s growing anxiety over the last few weeks.It would have been impossible not to.
Lukus loved how organized she was, but he’d learned early in their relationship how easy it was for his adorable wife to spiral into a panic if things didn’t go exactly to her detailed plans.
Where he’d gone wrong was he’d mistakenly thought things would get better after they got past the many Christmas parties and family time spent out of town with his side of the family the week before. He should have anticipated Tiff wouldn’t truly relax until they got through Christmas festivities with her huge family this week. Hell, she was even stressing over planning for the New Year’s Eve party at The Punishment Pit, that was also doubling as their first wedding anniversary party.
Satisfied his sassy sub wasn’t about to argue back again, Lukus released Tiff’s head, letting it droop back down to the cushion so he could massage her shoulders instead. The knots of tension he found there were more proof he didn’t need for how tight she was strung at the moment.
The Dom in him had long ago run out of patience with his submissive’s disrespect and less than cheery mood swings of late. Lucky for Tiffany, he’d learned a lot about handling said mood swings in his relatively newer role as her husband. Some days it felt like he was in a tug-o-war between the two parts of himself.
Massaging Tiff’s back with light strokes, he tried again to get her to talk about what was bothering her. “You know, contrary to your accusations, I have no intention of punishing you for being grouchy, baby. I’m just trying to help you shed some of your anxiety by helping you focus on this gorgeous body of yours instead of the million and one tasks you’ve stacked up on your to-do list.”
Lukus was proud of himself for remaining calm while trying to resolve the problem through communication instead of his normally more heavy handed—and paddled, belted, whipped— solutions.
Her reply was a sniffle. Had she started to cry? She’d deny it, but shedding tears always helped calm Tiff.
Stroking her hair gently, he was ready for her obedient contrition.
“I think you’re the only one wanting to focus on my body. You’re just pissed we haven’t had sex in a few days,” Tiff spat before taking a long pause.
Okay, so not obedient, and definitely not contrite.
