Out of the Spotlight

by Tymber Dalton

  The prickle of tears in her eyes made Leigh look down for a moment, trying to brush them away before Lucas spotted them.

  “If we’re in the public eye like that,” Lucas finally said, “it basically means we can never associate with our friends at the club again. It’ll put them at too much risk.”

  “We can have private parties at the house, Sir,” Nick said. “It’s in east Venice, ten acres, fenced, an electric gate. And, seriously, the press will think you’re my assistants, so you’ll drop from their radar. Once they think it’s nothing more than I hired assistants on the down-low, they will leave you alone.”

  Lucas took a long, deep breath and slowly let it out.

  Then he turned to her. “What do you think, sweetheart?”

  “What do you want me to say, Sir?”

  He gently clasped her hand in his as he stared down at her. “No, not as Sir. As husband and wife, as equal partners. I want your honest opinion. Or if you need more time, that’s okay, too.”

  “I want this,” she said without hesitation. “I love you, you know I do. But what we had, it was even better with him in it. For you and for me. You know it as well as I do.”

  He slowly nodded. “Yeah,” he quietly said. “It was.” Still holding her hand, he turned back to where Nick continued kneeling on the floor in front of him.

  Then Lucas reached down with his other hand, fisted what he could of Nick’s short hair, and pulled his head up. “What are you asking of me? Of us? Bottom line.”

  Tears filled Nick’s eyes. “Please, Sir. Please forgive me and let me come back. Let me be with you both. I love you both and I miss you both. I’m sorry I lied about who I was. I wasn’t expecting to fall in love with you and I only wanted to protect you. I never meant for any of this to happen, to upend your lives like this.”

  “Leigh and I got married.”

  “I know, Sir.”

  “As my wife, she’s my alpha slave. You’d have to be under her. She will always come first. Are you prepared to deal with that?”

  “Yes, Sir. That’s how I want it.”

  “If she gives you an order, you follow it as if it came from me.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Leigh found herself holding her breath again, not daring to hope Lucas was going where she thought he might be.

  “If you want to be my slave, you’re going to get tattooed,” Lucas said, surprising Leigh. “She’s now wearing my initials, and so will you. We’ll get it done small, on the inside of your right ankle, so it’s not obvious and it can be easily hidden.”

  “May I have it on the inside of my wrist, too, Sir? I want it visible to me.”

  Lucas glanced at her, a question on his face. She nodded. She knew Lucas wouldn’t be wanting her input if this was a no. He’d already made up his mind and was now trying to make sure Nick had full commitment.

  “I’ll think about it,” Lucas said. “And you’ve earned yourself one hell of a damn punishment beating for what you’ve put us through. You realize that, right?”

  “Yes, Sir. I’ll take whatever you need to give me.”

  “Are you serious about this?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Then from this point on, I own you. Completely. Starting with no orgasms without permission from me. No rubbing one out without permission. And for right now, I’m not inclined to give you permission.”

  Leigh’s heart swelled, joy threatening to send her into tears again. Lucas the Master was in full form.

  She was damn happy to see him.

  “Yes, Sir,” Nick said, a glazed look already visible in his eyes.

  “Say it.”

  “Sir owns me, all of me. I won’t come without permission.”

  “I think someone’s going to end up in chastity for a while, too,” Lucas said. “Someone’s going to get his ass fucked daily while he lays there and eats my pet out and his cock painfully struggles against a chastity cage.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Yep, subspace achieved.

  Lucas leaned in, his voice dropping in tone as well as volume. “You have a lot of sucking up to do,” he said. “Start with my cock. Right now.” He looked at Leigh and pointed at the door, making a twisting motion with his hand.

  Leigh got up and raced over to the office door to lock it while Nick reached up and unfastened Lucas’ belt and jeans. Lucas removed Nick’s glasses from his head, set them on the desk, then tightly gripped Nick’s head in both hands as he started fucking the man’s mouth.

  “Hands at your side,” Lucas ordered. Nick complied.

  * * * *

  Yes, Lucas wanted his pound of flesh and then some. But the fact that Nick was now back with them would quickly eclipse his anger and pain as well as Leigh’s.

  Still, he wouldn’t pass up a chance to fuck his slave’s hot mouth. He could use him hard, far harder than he felt comfortable using Leigh.

  Brutally.

  “Don’t spill a fucking drop,” he ordered as he pounded away at Nick’s mouth, going deep, his balls swinging against Nick’s chin at the bottom of every stroke. This wasn’t a blow job, this was a vicious mouth-fucking.

  It didn’t take Lucas long to build up and explode, burying his cock all the way to the root in the man’s throat, Nick’s nose pressed against Lucas’ nest of pubic hair, his balls against Nick’s chin.

  Nick swallowed, swallowed, struggling and eventually overcoming his gag reflex. Only then did Lucas ease his cock out a little, giving the man the ability to breathe again.

  “Pet,” he hoarsely said. “Stand up and turn your chair around. Skirt up, panties off.”

  She didn’t question him or hesitate, immediately complying.

  “Sit with your ass at the edge of the chair,” he said. “Legs spread.”

  She complied, her eyes wide, but not asking.

  Lucas once again fisted Nick’s hair and pulled him off his cock. He shoved the man’s face between Leigh’s thighs and leaned in close. “Make her come hard, slave,” he ordered. “My poor pet had her heart broken. Show her you plan to make it up to her.”

  Nick dove between her legs.

  Before Leigh could moan, Lucas stepped behind her and clapped one hand over her mouth, the other fisting her hair as he tipped her head back. In her ear, he whispered, “Come hard for me, sweetheart. If you really want him back with us, then you’d better show me and come.”

  He let go of her hair and reached down the front of her dress, inside her bra, and freed her breasts. He started pinching and rolling her nipples, working back and forth, keeping his other hand over her mouth to stifle what was likely to be a screaming orgasm when she tipped.

  Already, he felt his cock stirring again.

  It took only a couple of minutes for her to come. When she did, he waited until she stopped the loudest of her moans, pulled Nick out of the way, grabbed her thighs, and started fucking her. It didn’t take him long to fill her pussy with another load, and when he pulled out, he grabbed Nick by the hair again.

  “You know what to do.”

  Nick eagerly swallowed Lucas’ cock, cleaning him off. After about a minute of that, he pulled Nick off his cock and shoved his face between her thighs again. “And that,” Nick said. “Clean her up good.”

  He moved back behind her again, hand over her mouth. Yes, Nick made her come again quickly, her muffled sobs of pleasure filling Lucas with joy.

  Lucas pressed a tender kiss to her cheek. “Do you want him back, sweetheart?”

  She nodded, mumbling a soft, “Yes, Sir,” against his palm. “Please.”

  He reached down and stroked Nick’s hair, tugging him out of her pussy and letting him rest his cheek against her thigh. “Welcome home, Nick,” Lucas said. “You ever pull a stunt like this again, you don’t get a third chance with us.”

  A relieved sigh escaped the man. “Thank you, Sir.”

  Chapter Twenty

  They hoped Ed wouldn’t mind that they used his private bathroom to clean up before unlock
ing the door and waving him back in. Ed had Nick fetch another chair from the conference room and bring it in.

  As Ed settled behind the desk, he wore a playful smile. “Do I need to call a hazmat crew in to clean up? Never mind, I don’t want to know.”

  Leigh sat between Lucas and Nick, both of them close enough she could hold their hands. “What do we do now?” she asked.

  “Well, Nick’s laid everything out pretty clearly. Are you going to accept his offer?”

  Leigh looked to Lucas. She would accept his ruling on this however he decided.

  Although she really hoped he said yes.

  Lucas leaned forward so he could look at Nick. “Yes. We will.”

  Nick closed his eyes and breathed out a relieved sigh. “Thank you, Sir.”

  She loved Lucas’ smirk. “You say that now. Just wait until Tilly finds out. She’s liable to kill you.”

  “No, she won’t,” Leigh said. “She’ll probably be the person who’ll understand the most.”

  “You might be right,” Lucas said.

  * * * *

  They left Nick’s rental car parked at Ed’s office while they went to go look at the house. Leigh didn’t even care if anyone was tailing them, which, after a few unnecessary turns and backtracking, Lucas was satisfied they weren’t being followed.

  She was just happy their family was complete again.

  “So what were you going to do if we’d said no?” Lucas asked, glancing at where Nick sat in the backseat.

  “I don’t know,” he said. “I didn’t want to think about that. I was hoping you’d say yes.”

  Nick gave Lucas directions, and in thirty minutes, they were parked at a gate. High shrubs and a privacy fence hid the house from the road.

  “The gate code is 3546,” Nick told him.

  Lucas rolled the window down and punched the number in. The gate rolled aside to admit them, and that was when Leigh gasped.

  The place was gorgeous. Not a mansion, from what she could see, but the pastures were mowed and thick, tall rows of hedges lined the fences along the outer perimeter.

  “You could get a horse, if you want,” Nick told her. “There’s a barn on the property. I’ll pay for it. More than one, if you want. Anything you want.”

  “If she gets permission from me, first,” Lucas interjected.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  They rolled up to the circular driveway in front of the house and Lucas parked the car. The one-story ranch house sported a barrel-tile roof and what looked like a three-car garage.

  Nick held Leigh’s door open for her and helped her out before he took the keys from his pocket and led the way.

  “The security system is state-of-the-art,” he said as he unlocked the door. He walked over to a beeping panel in the foyer and punched in a code. “We can program our own custom codes,” he said. “This is 9986, my code. I had them plug that one in when the service switched it over for me. If the alarm goes off and they call you—they already have your cell numbers—the passcode is ‘paradise.’”

  Leigh’s eyes bugged as she slowly stepped inside. Light, smooth natural stone tiles stretched toward the back of the house and into a kitchen and dining room area. Just off to the right of the front door lay a large office area, with what looked like wood flooring.

  “The bedrooms are carpeted,” Nick said. “But if you don’t like the floors, we can have them changed out. Whatever you want. And the kitchen was just redone, but if you don’t—”

  “Shh,” Lucas said, reaching out to grab his hand and squeeze it. “Let us look.” He offered the man a smile that warmed Leigh’s heart. “We get it. You’re sorry.” He didn’t release Nick’s hand, instead lacing his fingers through Nick’s. Then he took Leigh’s hand and laced fingers with her, too.

  Together, they walked into the open kitchen area where she sucked in a sharp breath.

  It was…gorgeous. The blond oak cabinets and dark granite counters were…perfect. A huge double-sided stainless sink sat in the center island. On the wall behind it, the glass-topped range and oven. A large stainless refrigerator close by.

  And out back…

  “A pool,” she said.

  “And a hot tub,” Nick added.

  “How many bedrooms?” Lucas asked.

  “Four. And three and a half baths. The master suite and one of the other bedrooms have en suite baths. But there’s also a pool house with a full bath and kitchenette, an efficiency apartment.”

  They toured the house, Leigh still in shock this actually belonged to her and Lucas now. She didn’t know what the price had been, but knew it was nothing they could have afforded on their previous salaries. Hell, the property taxes alone would have run them out, not to mention the insurance.

  When they finished the tour, Nick handed a second set of keys to Lucas. “You’ll have to get another set made,” Nick said. “I need to fly back to LA late tonight. I’m supposed to be at a table read tomorrow afternoon at one. I can’t miss it.”

  “When are you coming back?” Leigh asked, her joy now tinged with sadness that he couldn’t stay.”

  “I was hoping you’d fly out with me,” Nick said.

  “Not in the budget,” Lucas said.

  Nick smiled. “Well, for starters, I’m paying. Secondly, yes, it is, because you’ll both have wire transfers dropping into your accounts sometime this afternoon. But that’s irrelevant, because like I said, I’m paying.”

  “You already bought our tickets, didn’t you?” Lucas asked.

  Nick grinned. “Guilty, Sir.”

  “Hmm. I think a pushy slave deserves a punishment.” His hand shot out and he grabbed Nick’s hair again, tipping his head back as Lucas pulled him close. “Strip.” He looked at Leigh. “You, too.”

  Her pulse raced as she spotted the playful gleam in Lucas’ eyes. She hurried to comply. Once Nick and Leigh were naked, Lucas marched them into the kitchen and bent Nick over the counter. He then pointed at Leigh.

  “Between his legs, girl. Suck his cock, but do not let him come or you’ll get ten with a paddle when we get home.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She grabbed Nick’s cock, which was already hard, and enjoyed his deep, needy moan as she sucked him down to the root.

  Her pussy clenched when she heard the unmistakable sound of Lucas sliding his belt free from his jeans.

  “Someone’s getting their ass striped now, and again when we get home to pack. Unfortunately, all I have is my belt, or not only would you be getting the caning of your life right now, I’d be fucking you, too.”

  She watched as Lucas reached up and grabbed the back of Nick’s neck with his left hand and stood to the side, the belt twisted around his right. “Make sure he doesn’t come, pet, but keep him hard.” That was the only warning Lucas gave before the first loud smack, followed immediately by Nick’s moan, filled the air.

  She kept her fingers tightly circled around the base of Nick’s cock, pressing especially along the underside, trying to judge where he was, when to suck, when to ease off enough to keep him edging. If her suspicions were correct, Nick wouldn’t be having an orgasm today, or maybe even this week. Lucas viciously beat the man’s ass with the belt, drawing moans out of him of pain, while Leigh kept up the pleasure.

  Finally, after several minutes, Lucas stopped. “Pet, stand.” He dropped the belt and opened his jeans, exposing his raging hard-on. Then he pulled Nick up and off the counter, snapped his fingers, and pointed at the floor. “Suck her pussy while I fuck her. Get her off.” He then bent her over the counter, fisting his cock before lining it up with her pussy from behind and sinking home inside her.

  That made her moan, followed by an even louder moan as Nick’s lips and tongue closed over her clit and began eagerly working her up toward an orgasm.

  She didn’t bother trying to hold back. And when Lucas reached under her and cupped her breasts in his hands, pinching her nipples between his thumbs and fingers, she exploded.

  “That’s my good girl,” Lucas
said. “Keep coming for me, just like that.” He pounded his cock into her, driving her orgasms one right after the other, until finally he buried his cock deep inside her and held still with a loud groan.

  “Jesus, baby, that was so hot,” Lucas whispered. Then he pulled out, but didn’t step away. “Slave, you know what to do.”

  Lucas let out a gasp as she felt Nick move under her. “Fuck,” Lucas whispered. “You’re so damn good at that. Now clean her up, but don’t make her come again. Just get her nice and horny.”

  She whimpered at that, but Lucas pinched her nipples, hard. “Don’t you dare argue with me, baby,” he warned. “I can stripe your ass, too. That would make a plane ride pretty interesting.”

  Leigh rocked her hips in time with Nick’s movements, the way his tongue dipped deep inside her, hoping she could get off, but Lucas was paying attention and then tapped Nick on the head. “Good enough.” He pulled her away from the counter and as she looked down into Nick’s face, she saw his glazed subby look, probably similar to the one she now wore.

  “Both of you, clean up and get dressed.” Lucas retrieved his belt, put himself together, then pulled his cell phone from his back pocket and stepped out onto the screened lanai to make a call.

  When he returned a few minutes later, Leigh and Nick were dressed and ready. Leigh wasn’t sure what to make of the smile on Lucas’ face.

  He walked over and grabbed Nick. “Lucky you, the guy who did Leigh’s tat is available right now. I told him what I want, and he said no problem, he could do it really fast for us. We’ll head there first, then we’ll get your rental from Ed’s office. You can follow us to our house and wait for us while we pack.”

  Nick smiled. “Yes, Sir.”

  “This will be your collaring,” Lucas said. “I can’t risk our friends being put at risk. Maybe at some point in the future we can do something, maybe at a private house party, but your tattoo will be your collar. Understand?”

  Nick’s smile widened. “Yes, Sir.”

  Leigh was dying to know what Lucas had planned but knew she’d have to wait to find out. The wait wasn’t a long one. The tattoo artist was ready for them when they arrived at his shop a few minutes later. Before they went in, Nick donned a baseball cap. Between that and his glasses, he wasn’t easily recognizable.