Page 39 of Black Light: The Crossover
Just like she has to trust you every time you let the sadist out to play.
Touche, fucker.
“I won’t pretend like I knew Luk—MasterLukus’s reputation when I met him the first time. To be honest, I was too pissed to even recognize how far over my head I was until it was too late. By the time I realized he was this intense Dom with a thing for major sadism, and a laundry list of infractions to prove I was already ‘very naughty’… he’d already lectured me about my safety, taken care of me, fed me, and opened my eyes to a world I used to only fantasize about.” She blew him a kiss, and Derek chuckled quietly until Lukus jammed a hard elbow into his kidney.
“Fucker,” Derek whispered and Lukus grinned.
“Just returning the favor,” he mumbled, repeating Tiff’s words.
Facing the audience again, Tiffany added, “Of course, that’s why I love him, because I get both sides of him, the man that would burn down the world to keep me safe, and the Dom who would make sure I was completely whole and healthy before making sure I felt a burn on my ass for days to remind me never to put myself in jeopardy again.” Raising a finger, she shrugged her shoulder in a flirty way. “However, I’m pretty sure that only works for me, so all of you should stay terrified of him. Master’s Master and all that.”
“Aaaaaand that’s enough from you, baby,” Lukus said, lunging for the microphone before she started talking about sprinkles. Fortunately, the laughter from the audience was friendly and blended with more than enough ‘aww’ sounds to tell him Tiff had just added a few new submissives to hisfan clubas Derek had said.
Tucking her against his side, he smiled at the crowd. “Enough about us though. I’m glad to have so many old friends and new friends here at The Punishment Pit tonight. I know with a crowd like this we’re going to be ringing in the New Year with some kinky fun, and hopefully more than a few punishments. After all, this is thepunishment pit,and we have not seen enough punishments lately.”
Someone in the audience shouted, but he couldn’t make it out in the low din of people talking and cheering.
“If you’ve got a drink, raise it up, and toast to another great year at The Punishment Pit! Let’s have fun to—”
“When is the show going to start?” a voice near the front of the audience interrupted, and the question was echoed by a few others before he waved his hand.
“Sorry guys, Max does the shows now and he’s on vacation this week, so tonight is just the New Year’s Eve party,” he explained, but there were even more shouts complaining about there not being a show, and he was pretty sure he heard someone say he wasn’tallowedto do shows anymore.
Lukus was about to shut the bullshit down when a loud voice stood out from the crowd.
“Hey! Master Lukus!”
Shading his eyes, he could kind of see them because the house lights weren’t turned down, and the man was standing up. Others in the area quieted down and he recognized a long-term member of the club, Chris Pauletti, just before he began speaking again, more than loud enough for everyone to hear.
“When I joined The Punishment Pit,youwere the one that put on the shows, and they were always great. Now you and your beautiful wife just reminded all of us just how much you enjoy doling out punishments… so why not give your members what they want?” Glancing around, Chris raised his arms up. “Who wants to see Master Lukus do a show tonight?”
Fuck.
As soon as the other Dom shouted the question, TPP exploded with cheers, whistles, taunts, and a goddamn roar of applause.
Lukus would be lying if he tried to pretend he didn’t like the attention. Hell, he’d started The Punishment Pit because he fucking loved it. Markus used to tell him he was a natural showman, and he didn’t deny it. Even standing on the stage again made him want to taste the old thrill again. A wicked grin was already spreading across his face when he glanced back at Derek and got a subtle tilt of the chin and a shrug, but the men had known each other long enough to read those small signals. It was wordless encouragement, without judgment if he did choose to refuse… but he didn’t want to.
Grabbing the microphone, Lukus leaned forward. “You want me to do another show?”
“YES!” the crowd roared, but Tiffany’s fingers dug into his arm.
“Lukus,” she hissed. “You promised me that you wouldn’t ask me to do stage stuff yet!”
“Do you remember how long you asked me to agree to that?” It was amusing to watch the realization slowly dawn on Tiffany, her eyes widening. “That’s right, baby. You had me promise that I wouldn’t ask you to play on stage the first year we were married, but as of about… five hours ago, we’re officially in year two.”
“Oh shit.”
“Happy anniversary, baby!” Lukus chuckled, yanking her against his side as he leaned down to whisper in her ear. “I’m going to have you soaking the stage by the time I’m done with you.”
“Who else has a naughty submissive that could use some correction before the New Year starts?”
Letting his old habits off the chain was like stretching an old muscle he hadn’t used in a while. It took a little longer to remember the right moves, but as he wrapped a hand around Tiff’s throat to pull her in front of him, Lukus scanned the audience and was surprised to see Jaxson Cartwright-Davidson’s hand slightly raised behind his wife’s and husband’s heads.
Really?
“Jaxson?” he called through the microphone, and the slow smirk on the other man’s face told him everything he needed to know. “You’ve got two submissives, which is twice the trouble. Do they need a trip to the Punishment Pit stage?”
The other Dom didn’t respond immediately, and Lukus watched as Chase and Emma seemed to laugh off the idea… until they saw Jaxson’s expression. He said something before shifting a wide-eyed Emma off his lap, leaving her next to an equally stunned looking Chase on the loveseat as he stood.
