by Livia Grant
“Let’s finish up. Now I’m more anxious than ever to get you naked downstairs.”
Chapter Five
Tiffany
“I can’t believe you’re making me wear this in public,” Tiffany complained as she tried to pull down the hem of the sheer negligee that concealed little. The matching panties might as well not be there.
Lukus led her into the small elevator that would take them down to Black Light, using his keycard and getting the small lift into motion before dropping his duffle bag and turning to pin her against the wall.
“First… it’s not public. It’s Black Light, a very exclusive and private BDSM club. Second, and more important to this conversation, am I or am I not your Dom?”
Not in a million years would she ever admit it to her new husband since she had only just had the courage to admit it to herself, but she had missed the yummy I’m in charge here persona. When they’d met, that larger-than-life dominance had the power to scare her. Now, her husband’s control just woke up that submissive part of herself he’d magically figured out how to tap into.
Clearly, he was waiting for an answer to the otherwise rhetorical question. Taking a calculated risk, Tiff kept that edge to her voice she knew had a way of getting her in trouble. It wasn’t like she bratted often, but considering where they were headed, she thought it appropriate.
“Of course, you’re my Dom,” Tiffany snapped.
Leaning in to growl against her ear, Lukus took her bait. “I can see I need to deliver a few refresher lessons across this luscious ass of yours tonight. I have something that might help you get into the right frame of mind.”
Tiffany felt a chill when he pulled away from her body as he reached down into the side pocket of the duffle bag of toys he’d brought with him. He came out with a long velvet box she hadn’t seen in over a month. Before he even cracked open the hinged lid, the object inside started to have the desired effect.
It was as if the thick choker nestled inside the box had magical powers because the second she felt the cool leather squeezing her neck as he locked the collar, she felt some of the tension she’d been carrying falling away. She reached up to lovingly finger the diamond-shaped gold pendant hanging from the ring at the front—the block MLM letters etched there proudly marking her with his stamp of ownership.
Glancing up at the powerful perfection that was her now husband, Tiffany’s heart contracted with love.
I’m the luckiest woman in the world to belong to Master Lukus Mitchell.
When she’d met the handsome Dominant, her brain had bristled at the idea of being owned in any form of the word. But through their year of tug-of-war, Tiffany had learned just how much power she really did wield in their relationship. Despite being thousands of miles from home, looking into those green eyes she loved so much, she’d never felt happier. Home was where Lukus Mitchell was now.
The doors to the small elevator opening interrupted their visual connection. She was privileged to have a front row seat to watch her husband visibly changing before her very eyes. She doubted he even knew he did it, because he was just hardwired to be the Master’s Master, but she saw him stand taller—an added hardness she recognized as confidence shined in his eyes.
Pulling her out of her admiration fest, Lukus placed his hand at the small of her back as he steered them from the elevator. The club they stepped into was dimly lit and less than half the size of the comparatively massive Punishment Pit back in Chicago. Although to be fair, The Pit had a two-story tall openness that was perfect for the on-stage show action. In comparison, Black Light’s darker space looked more like a dungeon.
While the new club was visually unique, the heavy beat of the instrumental music felt familiar, as did the surround-sound of punishments and sex that greeted them.
“I’m guessing you must be the newlyweds. Welcome to Black Light.”
Tiffany turned to her right as a dungeon monitor in a black T-shirt with faint lettering reading Black Light was reaching out to shake her Dom’s hand.
“Lukus Mitchell. This is Tiffany,” he nodded her way.
“Tyler Darden. We’ve been expecting you.” The men’s arms pumped their greeting, as he added, “Elijah asked me to give you the ten-cent tour back here before I take you up to the social bar to meet him. If that’s okay with you, I thought we’d start with a visit to the Red Light District.”
The dungeon monitor didn’t wait for an answer, instead waving his arm to turn them to their left. Tiffany thought she had misheard him using the term Red Light District until they went up a couple of stairs and entered a long dark hallway. Smack-dab in front of them was a pane of floor-to-ceiling glass, the only thing separating them from the nearly naked submissive hung artfully from a hook in the ceiling. The dark-haired beauty’s long locks had been pulled into the labrynth of ropes used to render her immobile, left on display for anyone passing by.
“Members sign up to put their submissives in the window. It’s quite competitive these days. Sometimes Doms like to show off their Shibari skills, like tonight. We’ve had plenty of naughty subs have their punished asses and pussies showcased as part of their punishment, although my favorites are the nights when we put two subs in there together and force them to service each other all night. Those are the nights I need the most servicing, if you get my drift.” Tyler elbowed her Dom as he chuckled at his own joke.
As crude as the DM seemed to be, Tiffany found herself liking his jovial manner as they moved down into the darker portion of the hallway. Sexual artwork and cases with what looked like antique sex toys lined the wall to their right, hanging above one long line of benches. At first, it wasn’t clear why anyone would sit in an empty hallway, but Tyler pulled them to a stop and explained.
“This is glory-hole hall. It’s still kinda quiet tonight, but I can assure you this area sees a lot of action the deeper we get into the night. Single members can volunteer to work a hole, or Doms can sign up their subs to take a shift.”
It didn’t seem like much to Tiffany. Just a wall with a few small holes and two much bigger cut-outs running along the left wall. Was she supposed to lean down and peek inside to see something?
Tyler’s cheery banter finally gave her the hints she needed to better understand. “Being on your honeymoon, I’m sure you’re not in need of the sub waiting to suck you off on the other side of the wall, and while my guess is you aren’t ready to share your wife with other members, you could still have her take a shift in the wall. We have small wooden platforms she’d lay on here,” he said, pointing at the larger hole. “You could then lock her ankles into these shackles up here,” pointing above their heads, “and then the fun starts. You get to have your way with her bottom half while her upper body is trapped on the other side of the wall. Just let me know if you’d like to take a slot later. I’m sure I can squeeze you in.”
Tiffany’s whole body heated at the raunchy description of the debauchery that took place in the dark hallway. No wonder there was a viewing bench. As a voyeur, she suspected she could have a lot of fun hanging out in the dark hall, lit with neon and signature black lights that brought out the writing on Tyler’s shirt more.
She didn’t have time to think about it too hard as the DM had resumed their walk down the hall until they had two choices.
Straight ahead was a wide window to a brightly lit room that from a distance looked like a too-full clothing store. To the right was another long hallway with viewing benches along the one wall, and this time six huge windows every dozen feet or so.
One glance up at Lukus and she could see him taking in every detail of the space. She knew he was getting all kinds of fun ideas for The Pit as Tyler continued his tour.
“We’ve put together a pretty impressive costume and prop store over the years,” he said, stopping in front of the open door where a flamboyant man could be seen at a sewing machine in the distance. The guy looked up to see if someone needed assistance, but Tyler waved him off.
“Most of the stuff in he
re is available to members to just use as part of their membership fee. We have a wide array of sizes for everything from baby clothes to pony play gear and everything in between. The only thing members pay for are the personal use items—things no one would want to reuse—like butt-plugs, anal beads, even some punishment implements—you get the drift. We have a huge selection of fun items, but members pay a nice premium for those on their monthly membership bill if they forget to bring in something from home.”
Lukus had been quiet, taking it all in, but finally added, “That’s really smart. We have items for sale as well—I mean items like condoms and lube are always free—but I’d never considered supplying costumes for role-play in our theme rooms. We supply the furniture—stocks, spanking benches, St. Andrew’s cross—but assumed they’d bring everything else.”
“I’ll warn you, it’s a bitch trying to get everything in all of the sizes you’ll need. As you know, we have members of all shapes and sizes so it makes it hard to cover all of that, but with Roulette, we really didn’t have much of a choice.”
“Elijah mentioned Roulette once. I’m anxious to hear more about it.”
“It’s definitely our biggest event every year and has everyone, participants and spectators alike, looking forward to Valentine’s Day, that’s for sure.”
“Do you guys make any money on it, or is it more of a membership drive for you?”
Tyler chuckled. “You’ll have to ask Elijah about all that. He handles that end of the business, with Emma of course. Knowing Jaxson as I do, I’m sure we make a profit of some sort. He may have gotten his start on the runway in front of a camera, but he’s proven he’s all businessman.”
Tiffany finally broke her silence. “That doesn’t surprise me.”
Tyler then moved down the hallway and stopped in front of the first window. Having no idea what she might see as she took her first peek, Tiffany’s knees almost buckled under her. Lukus moved his hand from the small of her back to her waist just in time to help prop her up as her breathing got so shallow that she felt light headed.
Instead of concern, her husband had the audacity to stand there grinning down at her as she kept her eyes glued to the scene on the other side of the glass. It only took a few seconds for the sound of a cane slicing across a sub’s naked ass and the resounding howl of pain to reach their ears, bringing a full-body shiver to Tiffany.
Tyler, thinking something was wrong, quickly moved to flip the switch next to the window and the sounds from inside silenced. Instead of being grateful, she found herself ready to deck the guy, which in-and-of-itself was very telling.
“I’m sorry… I never thought anything we had here might upset you since…” Tyler’s voice trailed off, unsure if his guest was truly upset.
Thankfully, Lukus took charge, first reaching to turn the sound of the caning back on before explaining, “Oh don’t be sorry. My wife isn’t distressed… she’s just super turned on. She has some pretty powerful memories from her teenage years that helped form her favorite kinks. Watching a naughty girl in a school uniform, her panties around her knees and ass across the teacher’s desk to receive a stern punishment while on display really pushes her buttons.”
Finally turning to address Tiffany directly, Lukus pressed her. “Tell Tyler.” He paused long enough to let the sound of another thwack and screech of pain reach them before asking, “How does watching that disobedient student getting her needed discipline while on display for the whole class make you feel, sub?”
Tiffany could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. It was accompanied by the warmth rushing to her core, preparing her body for all the delicious things she knew her Dom would be doing to her own body soon. It had been weeks, hell over a month, since they’d gone to The Pit to play together. Sure, Lukus had had to lead some shows, but she’d been too busy with wedding and holiday planning to go with him. She’d just enjoyed him coming to bed later, often waking her up for a hard bedtime fuck as she became the beneficiary of his horniness courtesy of the night’s center stage punishment. Standing there, the skin across her own ass tingling in anticipation, she realized how much she’d missed going to the shows.
“I’m waiting for an answer, sub,” he urged again.
“It’s… well… I think it’s been too long since I attended one of the shows with you.”
Lukus chuckled, pulling her closer. “Oh baby, tonight, it’s going to be you on show. I’ve respected your wishes at home to not put you center stage… at least not yet. But here, tonight, well let’s just say the only thing different between you and her,” he said, nodding towards the ongoing caning, “is that I won’t be using a cane.”
Tyler wouldn’t have had any idea of why, but Lukus’s assurance reminded her of how much he loved her, understanding that while she enjoyed watching the cane be used on others, it was her one hard-limit implement for herself.
Thanks Jake Davenport.
Tiffany shook her head, forcing memories of the abusive asshole out of her headspace.
“Thank you, Sir,” she whispered.
They watched the next welt snap across the submissive’s sit-spot before Lukus urged Tyler, “Okay, I think we can move on, if you’d like.”
“Sure thing. I was just going to add, if you look on the other half of this room, you’ll see we also have a play area with stuffies and games for littles as well as a full nursery with all the furniture needed for a full regression down to infant. We don’t have a lot of members into these kinks, but it’s definitely enough to keep this room busy most nights, and of course age-play is on the wheel for Roulette.”
Reluctantly, Tiffany let Lukus pull her along towards the next set of windows. This room was not only already in use, but there was a couple waiting outside for their turn inside. Stepping up to the pane of glass, a scene straight out of Game of Thrones came into view. The décor in this room was closer to the vibe of The Punishment Pit with walls that looked like a stone dungeon and every medieval torture device conceivable spread throughout the space—a rack, pillory, fake guillotine, steel cages, even a torture wheel. On the walls were more ancient-style devices she’d seen in books, but never actually in action. Unlike the first room with one pair, there were three scenes in motion in this room.
First, a Dominant had his submissive tied face-down to a St. Andrew’s Cross in the corner while he used a flogger to kiss every inch of her back, ass, and legs. It reminded her of how Lukus had worked his magic on her the night before and she was envious of the woman on the cross, knowing her Dom was bringing her much pleasure.
The second couple had gone a bit more hardcore, with the naked submissive forced to balance on her tippy-toes as her arms had been pulled behind and above her in a classic strappado position. Even from this distance, Tiffany could see the welts left across the crying sub’s body, courtesy of the thick leather crop her Dom had in his hand as he made her dance to receive her pain and pleasure.
Closest to the window, Tiffany had a front row seat to a threesome where the two submissives were wriggling to get free of the pain being delivered by their facing wooden horses. Each woman was beautiful in her own right, one blonde, the other dark shimmering skin in the flickering lamp lights. Their arms had been secured behind their back, unable to help push the rest of their bodies up, off the sharp peak of wood pressing up into their pussies. The weight of their bodies and gravity ensured the wood would make them feel as if they were being split as it pressed against their pelvic bone. To make sure they didn’t get comfortable, the Dom dressed all in leather used a particularly evil looking whip to keep flicking the ladies across their bodies, spending a lot of attention snapping the leather against their nipples and breasts.
“That’s quite a room,” Lukus whistled after the three of them stood watching the action for several minutes.
“Yep, it’s always got a nice line. We have most of those pieces out on the main floor as well, but for some reason members prefer the vibe of the dungeon.”
“I get
that. Not everyone likes to play center stage, do they sub?” Lukus was teasing her.
“No, Sir. Some of us prefer the privacy of our own bedrooms.”
His bark of laughter annoyed her. “Baby, you married the wrong guy if that’s what you wanted, and you know it.”
She didn’t reply since she really did know her husband’s favorite kinks. He was a showman as much as he was a Dominant, and as much as she’d never admit it, she knew Lukus knew how much the voyeuristic and exhibishistic components of the club atmosphere really did turn her on, too.
Unaware they were sharing a heated exchange, Tyler had moved on to the last set of windows, stopping to glance in. When they caught up, Tiffany held her breath and peeked in. Her pussy clenched again with need.
She felt Lukus’s breath against her ear as he grounded his own hardness against her hip. “You wanna play doctor, little girl? I could be the big bad doctor who locks you into the stirrups, spreads you open, and then tortures your body until I finally plunge this bad boy into you hard enough that you cry out just like that poor patient is inside the room.”
“Oh, Lukus…” she groaned, suddenly desperate to cut their tour short or at least take a little intermission.
The crack of his hand across her ass got her full attention. “Is that any way to address me while we’re at the club?”
She suspected anyone nearby would be terrified by his tone of voice, but she melted against him instead, welcoming this D/s dynamic back into their relationship.
“No, Sir! So sorry, Sir!” she quickly corrected, slipping deeper into her submission with each step they went down that long corridor.
“Tyler, I hate to keep taking you away from your duties, but would we have a few minutes for me to stop here and discipline my sub? She just broke one of our long-standing rules and since I’m trying to get us back on track, I’d like to address it immediately.”
Her heart lurched. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t.