by Livia Grant
She always was ready to dish out a lash or two to poor Robert.
“Lukus Mitchell, I should turn you over my knee for ignoring me for years. You should be ashamed of yourself.” The twinkle in her eye reminded Markus she always had liked Lukus best.
“Now, Martha. I think you were the one who deserted me. You quit the club and never come around anymore.” No wonder she loved Lukus best. He’d pulled out of their hug to smile at the older woman who stood almost eye-to-eye with him.
Sadness crept into the Domme’s eyes. “I just can’t go back to The Pit now that Robert is gone. It wouldn’t be the same.”
“I know. I understand. I’m so sorry for your loss.”
“It’s okay. I appreciated you coming to the viewing. You’ve always been like a son to me, Lukus. You know that, right?” She reached up to cup his cheek in her large palm, stroking his face lovingly.
Lukus snickered. “Wow, well, no offense, but I’m not really sure most moms would join sex clubs with their sons. We’ve seen each other doing way too much freaky shit for me to be comfortable with you as my second mom.”
“Fair enough. I guess that would be kind of twisted, wouldn’t it?” The sadness in her eyes was gone when she spotted Markus.
“Markus Lambert. The prodigal son returns to the fold. It’s about damn time, young man. It was bad enough you deserted me, but you never should have walked out on your brother like you did.”
Nothing has changed. She’s still scolding me.
Regardless, Martha was rushing towards him. No one was more surprised than Markus when she hugged him tight, just as she had Lukus. “I’m glad I get to thank you in person for sending flowers to the funeral home. The card was nice.”
“Hi, Martha. I’m so sorry for your loss.”
When she pulled back to get a good look at him, he saw tears threatening. Maybe Lukus was right—she was softening. The old Martha he knew would never have shed a tear. “Thanks, Markus. Losing Robert is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. Even now, almost two years later, it still fucking sucks.”
Markus didn’t know what to say. He was saved from coming up with a response when the Domme looked past him to Brianna and Tiffany. “So, you two are the lucky ladies to snag two of my favorite men in the world. You’d better be worthy.”
Only now did Markus wish he’d taken a few minutes to coach the girls on how to handle Martha. Even as he was thinking it, Brianna moved forward to hold out her hand. “So nice to meet you, Martha.”
Uh-oh.
Markus saw the trademark ice filling her blue eyes. The Mistress was about to school his wife. “Excuse me? Is that any way to address your Mistress?”
Brianna was flustered. Tiffany was afraid. Lukus crowed as he jumped in. “Knock it off, Martha.”
The wrinkles around her eyes crinkled as she smiled. “Oh, you’re ruining all my fun. It’s been months since I properly disciplined a naughty sub. I’m reduced to keeping the young kids who work here for me in line. Damned if the little twerps aren’t afraid of me at all.”
Markus chuckled as he reached for Brianna’s hand. “Sweetheart, I’d like to introduce you to an old friend. Mistress Martha, this is my wife, Brianna.”
Martha raised an eyebrow at the introduction. “Your wife? Interesting. Nice to meet you, young lady. You’re a pretty little thing. I’m going to have fun finding you some naughty outfits to entertain Markus.”
“Thank you, ma’am,” Bri said, and Martha seemed pleased with the title of respect.
Lukus coaxed a wary Tiff over. “Martha, this is Tiffany. She’s the one I told you about on the phone.”
Markus watched as Martha looked Tiffany up and down as if she was inspecting a new car. She had the nerve to reach out to twirl Tiff around as if she were on a pedestal, taking a full minute to inspect the woman who dared to capture Lukus Mitchell. He could hear the quiet, “very nice,” under her breath. As Tiffany turned back around, Markus could see the confusion on her face, but he knew exactly what was happening. Martha wasn’t joking that she had always thought of Lukus like a son. She was inspecting Tiffany to make sure she was good enough for the Master’s Master.
While she appeared to like what she saw on the surface, it wasn’t until Tiffany held her ground, daring to look Martha in the eye at the end of the inspection, that Markus saw true acceptance in Martha’s eyes.
Tiffany passed the Mistress Martha test.
“Well, Tiffany, it’s nice to meet you. I’ve been waiting for Lukus to get his head out of his ass and figure out what he wants. He’s been fucking around for way too long. It’s about time he met someone who can give him a run for his money.”
Tiffany looked surprised, and pleased. “And how do you know I can do that… ma’am?”
Martha’s eyes crinkled at the corners as she smiled. “Oh honey, trust me. I’ve known these men for a very long time. Within two minutes of Lukus’s phone call, I knew you ladies were rocking their worlds.” Martha stepped back, turning to head to the back of the shop. “Now, all of you. Come with me. I’ve got a few things set aside for you already that I know your Doms are gonna just love.”
The girls followed behind closely. Markus held Lukus back to follow discreetly. “Thanks, man. Why didn’t you just invite our parents to meet us here, too? Since when did Mistress Martha turn into our mom?”
Lukus grinned. “Don’t sweat it. She may have mellowed, but she’s still the dirty Domme who’s entertained us on stage for countless hours doing freaky shit even I couldn’t dream up.”
His words hung in the air as they reached the back of the store, walking through a door marked PRIVATE in block letters. Once inside, images assailed them. The room was not large, but the walls were made of floor-to-ceiling mirrors, giving it the illusion of going to infinity. Two large, comfortable chairs sat in the far corner. The small table between the chairs had two cold beers waiting, along with a plethora of handheld punishment devices. There were so many choices, several had fallen onto the plush carpet covering the seating area.
Okay, Lukus might be right.
The girls were focused on a long rolling rack, chock-full of intimate outfits of every color and style. Besides the obvious seating for the men, Markus observed a four-by-four platform in the middle of the room. Two narrow steps led to the impromptu stage, which disappeared behind a large, fabric-covered screen—the only spot in the room for the women to find any modesty while they changed clothes. Brianna held up a nearly see-through slip with barely-there string straps. Markus’s hard-on was now throbbing as his too-tight pants gripped his neglected appendage. A glance at Lukus confirmed his best friend was in the same boat.
Mistress Martha took charge, pointing at the men. “Sit. Enjoy your drinks while I get the girls started. Ladies, follow me. I have several items ready for you to try.” The women disappeared behind the thin screen, where nervous giggles could be heard.
The men plopped down and tried to get comfortable, which was not an easy thing to do under the circumstances.
Lukus asked the same question occupying his own thoughts. “So, you think we should stroke one out real quick, while we wait?”
Markus had been midway through a swig of beer and came up sputtering. “Hell, no. If anything is gonna touch my cock, it’s Brianna’s mouth.”
“Much better idea.” Lukus shifted uncomfortably in the chair.
“When are we gonna tell the girls about the ceremony tonight? I want to prep Brianna. I know how high protocol Michael does everything. Bri and I have been talking a lot about what protocols we want to introduce into our daily life. It’s a good contrast for her to see a TPE relationship like this.”
Before answering, Lukus glanced at his watch. “We’re on schedule. We should have at least an hour, or more, at the loft before we have to head down. Let’s sit them down together and talk through what they’re gonna see. In fact…”
When Lukus stopped talking, Markus glanced sideways at his best friend. “What?”
> “Nothing. I just had an idea of something that might help Tiff. She still won’t look through the club contract with me, and she flat-out refuses to look at any of the D/s contracts. She insists on talking about everything instead.”
“Yeah. You told me. So what?”
Lukus sported an evil grin. “I know exactly how we’re gonna spend that hour before we head downstairs.” As he finished his thought, Lukus’s attention went past his friend to the center of the room. “Holy fuck. We’re in so much trouble.”
Markus sat back, his vision captured by the women. His jaw dropped, and he knew he must have looked like an idiot, but he couldn’t stop ogling the center stage display. His wife and her best friend were standing atop the raised platform, each in form-fitting corset dresses. Their generous breasts were pressed high; their waists cinched tight. The short flirty skirts flowed to mid-thigh, adding a flair of respectability to an otherwise naughty outfit.
“We are very lucky men.”
Chapter Twelve
Tiffany
Tiffany’s heart pounded, waiting for Lukus’s reaction to her risqué outfit. Never before had she worn anything close to this kind of clothing. She suspected Lukus would like it, but she was blown away by the glow of sheer lust piercing her from his green eyes. Rarely had he looked at her with such hunger.
He stood up, eliciting Mistress Martha’s bark. “Sit down. This is a show-and-tell event. No touching.”
“Like hell.”
“Sit, young man. Not yet.” The matronly Mistress dressed him down.
Tiffany giggled as she watched her big, strong Dom being tamed by the older Mistress. Taking advantage of the moment, Tiff laid it on thick, seductively twirling to show off for her man. Just when she thought he was surely going to spring out of his chair to grab her, Martha clapped her hands, ordering the girls back to the dressing area to change into the next outfit. Tiff flashed Lukus a pouty look before letting herself be dragged down the steps
Mistress Martha was as giddy as Bri and Tiff. “Oh, this is so much fun. I love torturing them like this. Now, get undressed. Here are your next outfits.”
Tiff loosened Brianna’s constricting corset when she saw the outfit next up. The word outfit was generous. More like scraps of fabric.
There is no freaking way I’m wearing that in front of Markus.
Lukus, yes. Markus, no way.
“Um… I’ll sit this one out.”
“Excuse me?” Mistress Martha looked genuinely surprised at Tiffany’s modesty.
“Um, I just…” Brianna, now free from her corset, had turned around, flashing her naked breasts unabashedly. That was when it hit her. Not only would she be seen by Markus, which felt wrong, but Lukus was going to see Brianna practically naked. Her best friend read her like a book.
“Tiff. We talked about this. I thought you were gonna be okay with both men watching us. I mean, we didn’t exactly know we’d be trying on unmentionables tonight, but we agreed we were okay with seeing each other at the club. At least this is private here. I really am okay with Markus admiring you.”
Tiff’s eyes locked with Bri’s. It only took a few seconds for Bri to catch on. “Oh.” Bri’s face flushed a bright pink.
“Would someone like to fill me in, considering I don’t have the ability to communicate telepathically, as you two obviously do?” Martha was standing with her arms crossed, waiting impatiently for a valid reason for their delay.
Brianna answered. “Tiffany isn’t afraid of being scantily-clad in front of Markus. She doesn’t want Lukus to see me naked.”
Tiff dared a glance at Martha and could see her exasperation before she spoke. “Oh, for crying out loud. You aren’t in high school. This is ridiculous.”
Tiff finally spoke. “Is it ridiculous, Bri? He’s already inspected and touched all of you anyway, hasn’t he?” She hated the bitter insecurity she heard.
Martha’s eyes widened and confronted Brianna. “Wait a minute. You’ve played with both Markus with Lukus? I never would have thought these men would be into sharing their toys.”
Bri blushed, flustered. “NO! I didn’t play with Lukus, nothing like that. But Markus did take me to The Punishment Pit to be punished. Let’s just say Lukus, well, he did a very thorough job of punishing me.”
Martha waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, that’s all.” The older woman stepped closer to Tiff, stepping into her personal space until her coming lecture could not be ignored. “Tiffany, you need to come to terms with the fact that your Dom has punished hundreds of women, and even men, over the years. It’s part of his job. Just because he punished them doesn’t mean he fucked them all, or had feelings for them. If you can’t get past that, your relationship with him is doomed.”
“Wow. Don’t hold back. Tell me what you really feel,” Tiff muttered.
“Honey, it has nothing to do with feelings. It’s fact. Lukus is the Master at The Pit. If he punished Brianna, he was doing his job.”
Bri reassured her as well. “Tiff, honestly. Lukus only has eyes for you. Even if he didn’t, he would never in a million years allow himself to be attracted to me. I’m his best friend’s wife. He is way too honorable for that.”
Tiff hated how anxious she’d felt since beginning her relationship with Lukus. She’d never been prone to jealousy or insecurity before, but being with a man like Lukus—a man larger than life—she felt out of her comfort zone every day. She’d never felt more alive… or more on edge. Simple everyday activities, like trying on clothes, took on a new meaning when Master Lukus Mitchell was involved.
I really do need to lighten up.
“You’re right. I’m being a prude.” Tiff silently pledged to do her best to keep her insecurities at bay, at least for the night. Their men had gone to a lot of trouble to arrange their fun evening, and the last thing she wanted to do was put a damper on the festive mood.
Martha helped by trying to get them back on track. “All right ladies, let’s get back to work.”
The girls spent the next hour playing the role of a Victoria’s Secret model. Once she was able to push down her anxiety, she allowed herself to get into the role and soon Tiff was floating on air; she was having so much fun teasing Lukus. He’d tried valiantly to join in the excitement, but Mistress Martha pulled rank, forcing Markus and Lukus to look, but not touch. She was pretty sure he’d reached the end of his patience, and truthfully, Tiffany was as eager to have him inside her as he was. By the time they’d worked their way through the pile of clothes Martha had picked out for them, the aroma of female excitement permeated the cramped changing area. Tiff wasn’t sure who was getting more worked up—the men or the women.
A knock at the door to their private space had Mistress Martha excusing herself to assist other customers. She wasn’t out of the room five seconds before the screen covering their half-naked bodies was yanked away, leaving the women in lacy little hip-hugger panties and nothing else. The men pounced, instantly manhandling their woman over to the seating area. All four turned-on friends felt the urgency of the moment.
The Doms took their seats, quickly unzipping their pants, and lowering them to expose their ready-for-action erections. The heat in Lukus’s eyes threatened to melt Tiff on the spot. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Markus pushing Brianna to her knees, then pulling her forward to stuff his cock into her eager mouth. Tiff was temporarily mesmerized by the erotic scene.
“Tiff. You’re killing me here. We don’t have much time. Come.”
“Wait.” Before he could grab her, she rushed to the door and turned the lock, hopefully holding off a Mistress-Martha interruption.
Returning to Lukus, she saw his approval. “Good thinking. Christ, you’re beautiful.”
Markus had opened his eyes, and as his wife orally serviced his hard cock, he ogled Tiffany’s bare breasts. Suddenly shy at finding herself on display, she moved to cover herself. Her Dom corrected her. “No. Come. Kneel.”
Tiffany moved forward slowly, sinking to he
r knees on the plush carpet at Lukus’s feet. She let her eyes drop to take in his cock, currently being nursed by his hand with slow strokes meant to keep his need at bay. A drop of pre-cum glistened and Tiffany craved a taste.
Ready to take him in her mouth, she placed her hands on his spread-open knees. Lukus corrected her. “Hands behind your back, baby.”
Tiff quickly complied before bending forward to lick the drop of warm liquid from the tip of his cock. She felt unsteady without her hands to balance her, but Lukus solved that by gathering her long-flowing hair into a makeshift ponytail, grasping it tightly, and using it as a handle of sorts to control the action.
“Eyes.”
Tiffany snapped her eyes up to meet the intensity of his stare as he thrust his cock deep down her throat. Despite expecting it, she briefly panicked as she fought to control her gag reflex and relax her throat. Lukus pulled out long enough to permit her a deep breath, before plunging deep again.
Over the last few weeks, Tiffany had learned that Lukus had not exaggerated when he said his dream was to wake up to her sucking his cock every morning. As a result, she’d gotten a lot of practice in delivering one of her man’s favorite treats. She watched his excitement almost boil over as she swallowed, before releasing a guttural moan that vibrated the fleshy erection lodged in her throat. Lukus’s return grunt told her she’d done good.
Lukus always seemed to know exactly when she needed a breath, yanking her hair up to pull her free to gasp for air before plunging deep again and again. Each withdrawal for oxygen allowed more saliva to spill from her mouth as the phlegm accumulated, mingling with the tears running unchecked down her cheeks from her exertions. Tiffany allowed the submissive act to consume her. As much as she needed him inside her, she wanted to watch his face as he shot hot cum down her throat even more.