Page 40 of Black Light: The Crossover
“I think starting the new year off on the right foot is a great idea, Master Lukus! Plus, I’d like to see just how much fun a sadist can have here in The Punishment Pit.” Jaxson’s comments got another roar from the crowd, full of whistles and cheers and filthy suggestions and ideas pitched from all over the club.
It was glorious, wild chaos… and Lukus had missed it so fucking much.
CHAPTER5
TIFFANY
“Oh my God… oh my God… holy fucking shit.” She was mumbling, but it was definitely loud enough for Lukus to hear as he pressed her down on the spanking bench. She honestly couldn’t tell if the stage was more or less terrifying with the audience area lights now dark. All of the stage spot lights burned down on them, making it impossible to hide.
When she was being a smartass — but asweetsmartass — at the microphone, she’d felt more than a few tremors of nerves, but it was easier because she was having fun and talking about Lukus. Then he’d turned the tables on her and agreed to a show.
A show with her — in front of a very excited audience that she couldn’t see at all anymore. But she knew from attending dozens of shows from out in the audience pit that they could absolutely see every inch of her.
Fuck.
“Check in with me, baby,” Lukus whispered, as if he knew exactly the moment when she was about to spiral… which was a lot less crazy than it sounded. That weird Dom-dar for a submissive’s mental state was a goddamn superpower, and while it sucked when she was trying to be sneaky, she appreciated it in moments like this. “Tiffany, check in. Give me a color.”
“Gr— yellow? I mean green.” She clenched her eyes tight, blocking out everything but his voice and the steadily warming leather under her. “Lime. Definitely lime.”
“Talk to me,” he insisted, pressing a kiss to her hair as he crouched down beside her. “Is it the stage?”
Yes. No?“I don’t know, Sir.”
Lukus chuckled, running a warm hand down her back. “I’m gonna need more than that, baby.”
“You know watching stuff turns me on, and being watched kind of does too, but… this isMaster Lukus’ Punishment Pit.” Tiffany did her best to add the appropriate level of ‘omg doom’ to his official title, feeling her cheeks burning as he laughed under his breath. “It’s not funny.”
“Baby, if you told me I got to spend every night of my life with you, but it would never include this stage, I’d take that deal in a second.” His words got her to open her eyes again, and she was stunned by the earnestness in his stare. “I mean it. Do I want to show off my gorgeous wife and her smartass mouth, and show all those members just how good you sound when you whimper under my implements, and then fly high when you come? Yeah. I want to rub it in their faces that they’ll never get to touch you like I do, because you aremine, andonly mine.”
“Yeah?” The possessive growl in those words did a lot to calm her anxiety, or maybe it was just that her anxiety was getting dropkicked by her libido — but whatever it took to follow through with her promise to try the stage in the pit, she was okay with it.
“Oh, yes. You’re all mine, baby,” he confirmed, running his hand down to squeeze her ass. “Would you be a little closer toactualgreen if I gave you a hint of what I’m planning?”
She nodded, toes curling as she subconsciously tested the cuffs holding her ankles in place.
“It’s going to involve leather, and making you come a whole lot,” he answered, and it felt like a trick. In fact, she was very sure it was a trick, becausethatwas not the kind of thing Master Lukus had been famous for when he ran the stage shows.
“What are you leaving out?”
“Oh, I’m definitely going to fuck you, too,” Lukus added, flashing a grin at her where the audience couldn’t see before he caught her lips in a searing kiss.
Leather. Orgasms. Lukus Mitchell.
That sounded like a pretty amazing night, even if she was naked and facing a black void that she already knew was filled with excited members who were waiting to see Master Lukus play with her.
Well, punish her.
Even though nothing he’d said sounded like a punishment at all.
“But, Sirs, please, I—” Emma was still wrapped in a fuzzy robe as she stood beside the other spanking bench that Derek and Lukus had set up. Her husbands were on either side of her, taking turns cradling her face to kiss her and whisper what were probably very nice, encouraging things. Or maybe Chase was the nice one, and Jaxson was stern? He’d announced to the whole club that he was a sadist, after all. Tiffany really didn’t know them well enough to fully understand the dynamic that worked within their infamous trio, but even from the outside the love between the three of them was clear.
It felt a little wrong, which also made it kind of exciting, to watch Chase and Jaxson slide Emma’s robe free, baring her curves to the club before she took her position on the other bench. The other woman looked at her and Tiffany waved her bound wrist, mouthing a supportive, “Hi.”
Emma smiled back at her, waving before Chase caught her hand and attached it to the cuff. The blond man had been a male model, just like Jaxson, and Tiffany had to admit she didn’t mind the view as Chase took his shirt off and tossed it to the side of the stage. It wasn’t until he looked right at her that Tiffany really tensed.
“What did you do to earn a punishment?” Chase asked, glancing at something behind her for a moment before he met her gaze again. “Being sassy?”
“Not this time. I’m pretty sure this one is just for marrying him.”
