Celebrating it All (Punishment Pit Book 8)

by Livia Grant

  Celebrating it All

  The Punishment Pit ~ Book Eight

  Livia Grant

  ©2021 by Livia Grant

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  Published by Black Collar Press

  Celebrating it All

  Punishment Pit Series - Book Eight

  by Livia Grant

  e-book ISBN: 978-1-947559-54-7

  Cover Art by Jennifer Bene

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  First Electronic Publish Date, January 2021

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  About the Author

  Also by Livia Grant

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  Chapter One

  Tiffany

  “Tiffany, come on! The car is here. We are gonna miss our flight!”

  Dammit. She knew she should have finished packing before the wedding. This was her own fault. She’d been in such a hurry to head to the Four Seasons for the wedding, that making sure she was ready to fly to Hawaii for the honeymoon had seemed low on the priority list.

  Tiff was just cramming a final sun dress into her already over-stuffed luggage when she was grabbed from behind and yanked back into the muscular chest of her husband.

  His lips were on her ear as he growled, “Mrs. Mitchell… you’re making us late. You remember what happens when you’re tardy?”

  They were standing in the middle of their mammoth walk-in closet. She glanced up to admire the picture they made in the full-length mirror directly in front of them.

  God, how the hell did I get so lucky to find this man?

  It wasn’t the first time she’d asked herself that question, and it wouldn’t be the last.

  “I’m almost ready. I was worried I hadn’t brought enough dresses.”

  Lukus grinned, lighting up his face with the sexiest of smiles. “If you brought one, it’s too many. I plan on us being naked and in bed the whole time.” His grinding hips pressing his semi-hard cock into her ass told her he may not have been exaggerating.

  “If all we’re gonna do is stay in our room, we should just stay home and save the money,” she observed.

  Luckily, he chuckled. “Fine. I might be persuaded to leave the room a time or two. At least the weather is gonna be better there. Getting out of Chicago for two weeks in January is never a bad idea.”

  Dreaming about the warm beaches and luxurious swimming pools reminded Tiffany. “That’s right. I wanted to grab my old bathing suit to take, too. I want a few choices.” She wiggled in his arms, attempting to extricate herself to find her old suit, but Lukus only squeezed her tighter. “I thought we were late?” she teased.

  Lukus’s right hand had migrated up to squeeze her boob, while his left moved lower to cup her pussy through the jeans she was wearing on the flight. “I just realized how many hours it’s gonna be before we get to our next hotel. Maybe we should fit a quickie in,” he mumbled, his lips nibbling at the crook of her neck.

  “You have to be kidding me. We got married less than twenty-four hours ago and we’ve already done it twice.”

  Lukus froze, looking up from her neck so their eyes met in the mirror in front of them. “You better get used to the idea that I’m taking this honeymoon thing very seriously. I won’t consider myself successful unless you come home walking funny from all the sex marathons we’re gonna have in the next two weeks.”

  Tiffany’s core spasmed at the X-rated heat in her new husband’s eyes. The anxiety she’d been feeling from rushing to pack started to fall away as his fingers deftly unbuttoned her jeans just as his other hand snaked up under her loose-fitting blouse, roughly pushing her bra up and over her breasts, freeing them to his touch.

  “So far, we’ve made love once in the hotel bed, like vanillas. Then, we had our fun in the shower this morning.” His left hand slid down her tummy, into her pants.

  Their eyes bore into each other in their reflection as his fingers slid through her wet folds, roughly stroking her clit before plunging two fingers into her core. It was getting harder to stand as the pleasure washed over her.

  “I see you’re ready for us to cross the next challenge off our list. The quickie.”

  She couldn’t help it. She caught the giggles. “Since when is a quickie a challenge for us? We’ve had dozens since I met you!”

  Sensing his renewed urgency, he was pushing her jeans down her legs as he answered. “Maybe, but those were dating quickies. This will be our first married quickie.”

  Done talking, Lukus pulled them towards the tall island in the center of the closet. Pushing the open suitcase aside, the countertop was the perfect height to press Tiffany’s top half across as he pulled at her hips, positioning her bottom where he wanted her.

  The ding of a text message on Lukus’s phone reminded them both that they had a car and driver waiting for them down in the alley, ready to drive them to O’Hare.

  “Hold on, baby. This is gonna be a rough ride.”

  She barely had a second to feel the tip of his shaft sliding through her folds when he thrust forward, knocking the wind out of her as his cock bottomed out in one plunge. Their joint grunts echoed in the enclosed space as Tiffany opened her eyes to admire the sight in the side mirror. She had a front-row seat to the magnificent sight of the man she loved, fucking her with complete abandon. His hands gripped her hips, helping to yank her back against him with each stab of his hard erection.

  “Yes! Holy shit, I’m gonna come already!” she cried out.

  His “Good girl” tipped her over the edge. In her compromised state, she couldn’t decide if she loved being his good girl or his naughty girl more. Each came with their own set of advantages.

  Lukus was a piston, riding her hard and fast for several long moments until she felt another orgasm building. His breath was getting ragged and she could see his locked jaw in the mirror as he fucked her like the sex-god he was.

  Tiff could always tell when he was getting close to coming—his thrusts became more erratic. She was in a race to come one more time before he finished. Sensing she needed a bit of help, Lukus used the grip on her hips to lift her lower body off the ground completely, positioning her high enough to change the angle of his continued hammering just enough that the tip of his rod now pounded directly onto her G-spot.

  Her orgasm hit her like a truck and she rewarded her new husband with her patented sexy rant she knew he loved so much. “Fuuuccckkk… yeah… Lukus, that’s it… harder… faster… shit….”

  Lukus finally bellowed out his own orgasm, arching his back as he deposited his load of hot spunk deep inside her.

  Collapsing on top of her bent body, the couple took a few moments to replenish their oxygen levels with their heavy panting.

  “Holy shit, that was amazing,” he finally said when he’d recovered enough to speak, nuzzling her intimately through her long
hair.

  Tiffany chuckled, “And just think—we haven’t even left for the honeymoon yet.”

  Remembering they were late, Lukus stood, removing his softening cock from her body. She could already feel the wetness dribbling out of her, down her inner thigh.

  “I need to go clean up before we leave,” she said. But as she stood, he was already leaning down to pull up her panties and jeans. Confused, she tried to push his hands away.

  “I’ve decided I kinda like you smelling like me. Pull your pants up. Let’s go.”

  “Lukus! I am not going on the plane smelling like a walking orgy.”

  He spun her around, yanking her into his waiting arms, clamping his finger onto the back of her neck to make sure he had her attention.

  “Your Dom wants to smell his sub. More importantly, I want my cum seeping out into your panties, reminding you the whole trip that there will be a lot more wet panties in your future. Now… I’m taking the big suitcase. Grab your carryon and any last-minute things you need while I make sure everything is ready for us to leave. I’ll meet you at the elevator in exactly two minutes. You’re already going to be sitting in wet panties on the plane. I’d hate to have to add a hot butt to the long trip, too.”

  His lust-filled gaze called him a liar. He’d love nothing more than to spank her ass good before they left.

  Oh, who am I kidding? I’d love it too.

  Too bad they were running so late.

  Tiffany

  “How much time do we have to make our connection?” she asked for the second time.

  Tiffany had been so busy with the wedding plans that she’d been more than happy to let Lukus take care of all of the planning for their honeymoon. Only now was she starting to get anxious, realizing just how little she knew about what he had planned for them for the next two weeks.

  Up until arriving at the airport, she’d just been looking forward to getting away with Lukus, but now her usual travel anxiety was kicking in. She was the organized one. The planner. She’d traveled most often with Brianna who was more than happy to let Tiffany take control over their itinerary. So, jumping on a plane without knowing even the first thing about where they’d be staying, how they’d travel to and from the airports, how many islands they’d be visiting—it was stressing her out.

  “I’ve told you, just relax and enjoy. You don’t have to worry about a single thing. I’ve got it all taken care of.”

  Easier said than done.

  Lukus must have noticed her resistance to his relax and enjoy plan. Leaning closer to her so the rest of the first-class cabin wouldn’t hear him, he whispered, “Do I need to take you into the lavatory and remind you who is in charge?”

  Christ, she loved that gravely dominant tone he used. It had scared the bejesus out of her the day they’d met. Now, she couldn’t get enough of it, at least most days.

  Lukus leaned in and gave her a quick kiss behind her ear. “I didn’t think so… although, maybe we should head to the lavatory anyway and try to cross the mile-high fuck off our honeymoon to-do list.”

  Tiffany’s core contracted at his raunchy suggestion. She could still smell the remnants of their earlier tryst at the loft and her panties were uncomfortably damp.

  She slapped his wandering hands away as she whispered back in his ear, “There is no way. One, we wouldn’t fit. Two, it’s gross in there, but most importantly, we’re too loud—everyone will know what we’re doing.”

  Lukus chuckled. “And you think that’s gonna deter me? I’ve noticed that asshole across the aisle glancing at you every few minutes. I’d love nothing more than to fuck you so wild and loud that everyone around us knows exactly how well your new husband is taking care of your more intimate needs.”

  Tiff growled under her breath, “I just bet you would, but we’re not at The Pit.”

  “Who the fuck cares? We’re married. We’re on our honeymoon.” Lukus looked into her eyes with a mischievous promise in his gaze as he warned her. “I think you’d better get used to the idea of me making sure as many people as possible that we meet over the next two weeks know how much I love you.”

  Despite the blush of embarrassment she inevitably suffered from her husband’s public displays of X-rated affection, Tiffany wouldn’t change a thing. She adored every complex part that made up her Dominant, and as much as he often pushed her out of her comfort zone, he’d never once pushed her too far.

  Tempted to take him up on his naughty idea to steal away to the lavatory for some mile-high fun, Tiffany was saved by the voice of the captain announcing he was turning on the fasten seatbelt sign due to coming turbulence.

  “Oh darn. Saved by the captain,” she retorted with her best grin.

  Lukus chuckled. “Maybe you were saved this time, but I promise you, we will fuck on one of our flights over the next two weeks. There are gonna be plenty of them.”

  His answer brought back some of her anxiety. “Just how many? I’ve never gone on a trip before where I had no clue what hotels we’d be staying in. How many islands in Hawaii are we visiting? Did you rent us cars? How much time do we have for our connection in Los Angeles? I…”

  Lukus’s palm cupped over her mouth, bringing her string of questions to an abrupt halt. After giving her a stern look, he spoke. “Not one more word. I want you to just nod your head yes or no, got it?” He paused long enough for her to nod yes. “Good. Now, do you trust me? Yes or no?”

  Another nod yes from Tiffany.

  “Are you or are you not my submissive?”

  Her affirmative nod yes came slower that time, but it came.

  “Okay then, this is gonna be a great opportunity for us to set some new ground rules, isn’t it? We’ve not traveled together much yet. I get that you’re used to having every minute micro-managed when you travel with Brianna, but I need you to try to just relax and enjoy me pampering you. I have some surprises planned that I can’t wait to share with you, so that means you need to just loosen up and savor this time since it will be the only honeymoon either of us ever take. Can you do that?”

  It was a testament to the level of trust between them that Tiffany felt the tension she’d been carrying in her shoulders loosen up. She truly was the luckiest woman on the planet. Replaying his words helped her come to the conclusion that he was absolutely right. She shouldn’t waste a single second of their vacation worrying about details she’d gladly turned over to the man she loved.

  His hand was still over her mouth, waiting for her to nod her agreement again, but this time, she slithered her tongue between her lips and started licking his palm seductively as her more intimate reply.

  Lukus’s lips replaced his palm in a hot second, thrusting his own tongue into her mouth to tangle with hers in a romantic French kiss that threatened to fog up the windows in the first-class cabin. It was with difficulty they pulled out of the embrace a minute later.

  “Now, we have at least an hour before we land in Los Angeles. I want you to recline and relax. Try to catch a few winks while you can.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Tiffany snuggled her head on his shoulder, happy to use him as her pillow.

  Chapter Two

  Tiffany

  “Okay, I’m really trying to go with the flow here, but why are we leaving the gate area? Do we need to go to another terminal to catch our connecting flight to Hawaii?” She hated not knowing what time her next flight was, or which airline, or gate… She hated traveling blind.

  The quick pop of her husband’s palm on her ass reminded her that she wasn’t supposed to be worrying about such mundane details.

  “I can’t believe you did that in public,” she shout-whispered to be heard over the announcements in the security area.

  “Yeah well, keep testing me and you’re really gonna hate when I sit down and pull you over my lap to make my point.”

  Her heart lurched. “You wouldn’t dare.”

  Lukus pulled her to a halt, forcing the people walking behind them to detour around as they held up the
crowd. He pulled her close, the sexiest of grins on his face. “Oh baby, nothing would make me happier. You forget, I’m a showman. I’d absolutely love to demonstrate to the whole terminal how things work inside our marriage.”

  Just her luck, a family with young children walked by. “There are kids present. Playing our kinky games at The Pit is one thing. In public where there are families… and vanillas…”

  They were in a visual showdown. Lukus arched one eyebrow, his silent question, are you doubting me? Did she dare? It had been months since he’d tried to push her farther than she was comfortable going, yet in that moment, she was reminded that they had known each other less than a year and were still testing the boundaries to their kinky relationship.

  “Red.” Her voice was steady.

  “Good girl.” Lukus grinned, grabbing her hand as he started pulling her back into the flow of the crowd headed towards a double door marked with a huge sign reading, Final Exit: Re-Entry Through Security.

  Tiffany had to almost jog to keep up with her husband’s long strides as she pressed him for more answers. “Wait a minute. You mean you were testing me?” she complained, trying to stay calm as she worried they were possibly going to miss their next flight if they had to wait in another long security line.

  “Testing is too strong a word. More like giving you options. And anyway, I’ve managed to plan a few surprises for our honeymoon. You’re about to get your first one.”

  “Yeah, well a spanking in public isn’t exactly my idea of a happy reward.”