Page 35 of Black Light: The Crossover
“If it will help you,Iwill let you spank me again, and—”
“Letme?” he repeated, and she rolled her eyes.
“And then we can figure this out together.” Tiffany leaned down to pull the paddle back onto the couch, actually setting it across her thighs like she’d really volunteer for another round if it would help him… and fuck, if he didn’t love her even more for it.
Closing the gap between them, Lukus didn’t even want to reach for the paddle, he just wanted his wife in his arms, and he pulled her off the couch and into a kiss that did more to calm his racing mind than anything else in the world could have. She tasted like home, and that cute little moan as he cupped her welted ass was enough to soothe his need for control.
When he’d finally satisfied his need for her lips, he sat down on the couch and pulled her into his lap — exactly like he would have if Jaxson hadn’t called, because hedidstill owe his wife a little aftercare.
“Okay, baby. I’m keeping you right here for at least ten minutes, but then we’re going to get up and finish your cookies… and while we do that, we can figure out how the fuck we’re going to make this happen.”
“How about you do the sprinkles and I’ll call Brianna? She and Markus redid their basement last year and I’m sure he’s got a few tricks up his sleeve.”
“You want me to do sprinkles?” he repeated and her sassy grin lit up her entire face as she wiggled on his lap.
“Oh yeah. Lukus Mitchell, Master of Masters, and Lord of The Punishment Pit, is going to be King of the Sprinkles while Brianna and I pullhisass out of the fire for once.”
CHAPTER3
MARKUS
Friday, December 31st
“MayIpleasetake the butt plug out, Master?” Brianna whispered, and he glanced down at the desperate shine in his wife’s eyes as she wiggled.
Smiling, he ran his hand down her backside and squeezed her ass as he replied with a short, “Nope.”
His submissive whined under her breath, but she also pressed back against his hand, and he gave the plug a few taps through the thin, sequined fabric of her dress. The touch of tiger balm he’d added was probably really tingling by now, but Brianna wasn’t just a masochist, she was a painslut.Hispainslut, to be specific, and if it hadn’t been for Lukus’ intervention last year he would have lost her, which would have meant losing everything. They’d made it through the dark together, though, and this was their reward. Total honesty, and total acceptance of their darkest needs… which was hot as hell.
“Does my good girl like having her ass filled with that thick plug?” he asked, leaning down to speak the words right against her ear, and he got his answer with the naughty wiggle as he pressed the plug a little deeper. “Mmm… I know you do, sweetheart, and as soon as the party gets into full swing, I’m going to whip your ass with my loopy johnny.”
“Oh God.” The words were practically a moan, and Markus had to chuckle because most subs would have been pleading for mercy, but Brianna was already mid-fantasy.
“Then, once you’re welted and soaking wet, I’m going to fuck you until you scream for me,” he finished, pressing a kiss to her temple as if he’d just asked her for her drink order. “Sound good?”
“Uh huh,” she murmured, eyes already glazing. He tugged her forward as soon as he spotted Tiffany emerging from the crowd of guests chatting with Lukus.
“First you have to be social.” Swatting her ass, he watched Brianna and Tiffany rush together in a fierce hug. To an outsider watching the best friends, it would look like they hadn’t seen each other in months when in reality they worked together at the Beauty Box every day. The girls were already babbling about something as Markus left them, weaving through the couples gathered around the bar, trying to catch Lukus’ gaze above the crowd.
Standing inside The Punishment Pit, watching his old friend Lukus holding court near the rows of theater chairs facing the stage, Markus let himself get side-swiped by memories from years ago. Before he’d married Brianna — and almost lost her out of his own ignorance of her needs. Back when he’d been a young Dom, with too much pride and not enough sense, and Lukus had been performing his kinky and sadistic shows with dozens of different subs several nights a week.
They’d both gained a few gray hairs since those days, most of those caused by Markus’ wife and her best friend Tiffany. Never in his wildest dreams would he have predicted that Tiffany’s newbie sass would tame the Master’s Master. But even though the women tested both he and Lukus’ patience on a regular basis, Markus knew neither of the men had ever been happier.
The men’s gaze met above the growing crowd and his best friend lifted his chin in a slight nod of acknowledgement from across the room. Markus snatched a few appetizers off the buffet table and made his way to an open cocktail table to wait for his turn with the Master’s Master. Just as he took his first bite, the mellow Christmas tunes switched over to the sexier songs usually played at The Pit between the center stage shows.
While he waited, Markus enjoyed his front row view of a male sub on his knees, under the table next to him, in the process of getting face-fucked by his Dom while another well-dressed couple humped each other, enjoying the show.
Just another night at The Punishment Pit where exhibitionists, voyeurs, and kinksters who liked to play at the darker end of the BDSM lifestyle always felt welcome.
“Holy shit, I didn’t think I’d ever make it across the room. I can’t believe it’s this crowded already,” Lukus complained while poaching the last stuffed mushroom from Markus’s plate.
“Yeah, well, everyone is just happy to have the party back to normal this year. You and Tiff had to go and fuck up last year’s party by getting married that day.”
“I’m so sorry marrying the love of my life fucked up everyone’s social calendar,” Lukus deadpanned, before getting an odd look on his face. The men had been roommates in college. There was almost nothing they didn’t share with each other, so the fact that he couldn’t read what was on Lukus’s mind concerned him.
“What?” Markus asked. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong. I was just thinking about just how right everything is. Before I met Tiff, the longest monogamous relationship I’d had lasted just over four months, and that was about three months too long. It just hit me that I’ve been married for one whole year already.”
