Page 41 of Black Light: The Crossover
Chase’s spluttering laugh was the best because he barely managed to hide it as he turned away, and then Tiff felt Lukus’ warm hand sliding up the back of her thighs, over her ass, and onto the small of her back. When she twisted to look at him, she grinned at the sight of his strong arms and carved abs on display.
Was Chase checking Lukus out?
The thought of Chase appreciating how fucking hot Lukus was made her a little giddy inside, and it made her husband’s comments about showing her off to the members make a little more sense. Chase probably wasn’t the only person inside The Punishment Pit that had paused to admire Lukus, and she knew that there were plenty of submissives he’d played with in the past that would probably love to shank her to be where she was at the moment.
Being on the stage instead of in the audience was a much different experience, and while she still couldn’t tell if she liked it or not, she did enjoy seeing how Jaxson kissed Chase before he put him on his knees beside the spanking bench, leaving both his subs in submissive positions before he walked to somewhere behind her where she guessed Lukus and Derek were busy plotting.
In the audience she probably wouldn’t have been able to hear the soft whispers as Chase kept his eyes on the ground, but was definitely speaking to Emma. “You’re being such a good girl for us right now, and you know he’s not really mad. This is just one of Jax’s need-for-control things.”
“Public punishment?” Emma whined quietly. “Because I’ve been distracted?”
“I did try to tease you into some fun,” Chase replied, sneaking a glance up at her. “You know how grumpy he gets when he doesn’t get to use us.”
“So why aren’t you naked on a spanking bench?”
Chase grinned at the floor. “Do youwantme naked, Emma? Because I will absolutely get naked.”
“Not until I tell you to,” Jaxson corrected, catching Chase’s hair in his fist, but he didn’t seem to pull it, more… play with it. “And trust me, Emma. I’ve been keeping count of just how many times you’ve ignored commands in this past week and a half.”
“You’ve beencounting?” she repeated, twisting to look up at her dark-haired husband. “How many?”
“You really don’t want me to answer that.”
Oh shit.
Tiffany bit down on her cheek to keep from smiling, and it made her feel even more guilty that she was privy to their conversation. It’s not like she was trying to eavesdrop, but they weren’t far away, and there wasn’t much else to do for the moment except… be naked and listen.
Emma, Jaxson, and Chase had always seemed so ‘different’ to her, though. Maybe because the first time she heard of them was in an online article freaking out about their unique relationship, and the whole male models thing, but listening to them it was obvious none of that mattered.
They were just people in love who also happened to be in the lifestyle.
“Ah!” Tiffany jumped, or tried to anyway, as ice-cold lube trickled into her asscrack, followed swiftly by Lukus’ deft fingers. He teased her hole for a moment before pressing one inside, then a second so he could scissor them gently, opening her up as she put her forehead against the spanking bench and groaned under her breath.
“Fuck, you look so hot like this… ready and waiting…” Lukus’ voice was a growl, and something about it made it easier to handle as he replaced his warm fingers with the cold metal of a butt plug. “Push back, baby.”
“Jesus, did you go up a size?” she whined.
“You can take it for me.”
Damn him.He knew how much she liked it when he said that, and he was using it against her, on stage! Her cheeks burned brighter because she could practically feel Emma and her husbands listening and watching as she squirmed and muttered and cussed ‘like a truck driver’ — which Lukus always called her out on.
“Almost there, baby. Breathe. Then we get to start the real fun.”
“This doesn’t count as starting?” she growled, and a second later the widest part of the plug burned its way inside her and she hissed air between her teeth. “Holy shit, fuck, fuck, fuck…”
“I wanted that in you before I officially started so I could clean my hands first, because I wasn’t kidding about making you come until you cry.” Lukus swatted her ass, but it was barely enough to sting, and then she was alone again.
Except, not alone at all.
A tabloid-famous trio of club owners was less than six feet away, Derek was somewhere nearby, which meant Rachel was too — and then there was the entire fucking audience.
“Are we ready for a show?” Lukus called out, and she twisted to see him emerge through one of the black curtains separating the front stage from backstage.
The crowd roared in response to him, and he grinned out at the empty void. She’d have to be blind to not see the absolute joy being on the stage again brought him.
“Tonight we have my wife and submissive, Tiffany, on a spanking bench. We’re starting our second year of marriage tonight, and a new year altogether, so reminding her of my expectations… and the benefits of being a good girl… is going to help both of us out.” Lukus glanced back at her from the edge of the stage. “Don’t you agree, baby?”
“Are you also wearing a butt plug during this lesson?” she asked, and she heard the crowd burst out laughing, but Lukus was laughing too… and that was never a good sign before a punishment.
