Cover Reveal: Infamous Love #menage #SatSpanks


Saturday Spankings-Val Heart Paddles-revI’m so excited to announce my upcoming release and share the cover for the first time!!! The talented Eris Adderly made this amazing cover for Infamous Love, the prequel for a new series coming this December.  I am so freaking excited to share this series with you.  In this scene, we find out Emma has been purposefully avoiding being seen in public with her very famous lovers for fear of being ridiculed by the paparazzi.  Let’s see how the men handle her putting herself down.

Jaxson, Emma and Chase

Jaxson, Emma and Chase

Excerpt:

“Alright, maybe I should have told you how scared shitless I am to leave the house with you. That I’m pretty sure people will burst out laughing when they see you with me. How social media is going to light up. We’ll be trending on Twitter within an hour and the focus of a scathing TMZ exposé within twenty-four hours.”

Shut the fuck up, Emma. You’re making it worse.

The scowl on Jaxson’s face turned darker as he stepped up to sandwich her between the two men. His hands squeezed her biceps as Chase’s fingers dug into her hips, each holding her stationary.

“Look at me, Emma.”

She’d trained her eyes on his adam’s apple directly in front of her to avoid seeing the disappointment in his eyes.

“Now, Emma.” His order had her snapping to attention.

She’d expected anger, but she saw a sadness in Jax’s eyes. She held her breath waiting for him to bust her for putting herself down.

“I owe you another apology. I was so happy to just hide out for a while that it didn’t dawn on me that you were afraid to leave. I’ll fix that tomorrow. We’re gonna tackle that list of yours together and by the end of the day, you’ll know that all of your fears were unfounded.”

She was smart enough not to laugh at what was surely a joke. It was a good thing too since his next words were scary enough.

“Now what do you think is going to happen next?”

She held her breath, afraid to say the words.

“Emma, answer me. What happens when you put yourself down?”

Her answer was barely audible. “You spank me.”

“No. I spanked you the last time. I see it didn’t take.”

This was not good. What was worse than a spanking?

“Chase, go grab some rope and the wooden paddle. Emma is about to get her first paddling. We’ll see if that makes a more lasting impression on our girl.”

*****

Blurb:

When curvy grad student Emma Fischer is stranded in the south of France, she’s short on cash and unable to speak French. The last people she expects to come to her aide at the train station are two high-demand fashion models in France for a photo shoot. Sparks fly between the threesome as they speed towards Paris in their private car.

Emma gets on the train a girl, but the intimate time spent in the dominant men’s arms over one hot weekend turns her into a woman. Walking away from the two to return to her average life in Wisconsin is one of the hardest things she’s ever done.

Jaxson Davidson and Chase Cartwright have been best friends and business partners for years. As A-list models they are treated like royalty wherever they go, by everyone they meet, which is why their down-to-earth submissive grad student, Emma, is something special. The men have been seeking a way to turn their friendship into a romance, and Emma is the perfect missing ingredient to make that happen.

Can something that started as a fun summer fling turn into something long lasting for the trio? Will Jaxson’s powerful father ruin their chance at their own happily ever after? Find out this and more in this sexy, exciting ménage novel where love might really be the only thing more powerful than the paparazzi.

Publisher’s Note: Infamous Love is a m/m/f erotic ménage romance meant for adult audiences only.

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M=Married to a Masochist #SpankA2Z #NSFW

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Welcome back to the Spanking A to Z blog hop and my challenge to write an original free erotic short for each letter of the alphabet. The catch is every single sentence must have at least one word in it that starts with that day’s letter.   Like yesterday’s Lukus and Tiffany short, today’s short is also long, but it’s steamy and I hope it’s a nice treat for everyone, especially fans of Markus and Brianna.

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M is for Married to a Masochist

Markus Lambert turned off the motor of his Audi, quickly grabbing his overnight bag and briefcase, as he headed into the mansion he shared with his wife, Brianna. He’d been working hard to keep his business travel at a minimum because he hated being away from his wife for even one night.   He’d slept poorly in the Miami hotel the night before without her in his arms. More importantly, he’d missed their nightly play sessions in the new dungeon he had built last month.

He was well aware that couples married for over three years didn’t normally act like newlyweds, but their marriage felt brand new since finding out that the love of his life secretly yearned to be mastered sexually.   They’d been making up for lost time ever since.

Dinner smelled marvelous when he arrived in the empty kitchen.   He grabbed a quick Michelob from the fridge before weaving through the house in search of his submissive.

“Brianna, I’m home, my dear!” Markus projected his voice to be heard through the massive home.

“Down here, Master.” Her return shout was muffled.

He should have guessed she might be waiting obediently in the dungeon. His manhood went to half-mast anticipating the mutual enjoyment he and his mate were about to share as she welcomed him home.

Markus stopped just inside the door to the dungeon when he caught the first glimpse of his mischievous wife. He made a mental note to burn the vision into his memory so he could recall it again and again.

Brianna was merrily draped over the spanking bench awaiting the return of her Master.   Instead of being naked as she was most days, today she was modeling one of the naughty maid outfits Markus had recently dumped a ton of money on when they had shopped at Mistress Martha’s Unmentionables with their best friends, Lukus and Tiffany.

“Christ, you look like a yummy morsel I want to eat, Bri.   Don’t move a muscle. I’m making a mental picture.”

Damn, he loved the tinkling laughter of the woman mooning him.   “I’ll hold still, but I do hope you’ll start eating me soon. I’ve missed you… a lot.”

“My little maid is horny, is she?   I take it that means you didn’t masturbate while I was gone?”

Her playful pout made his cock thicken with anticipation. “No, Sir, but it was so hard to be good and I’m pretty sure I would have made a mistake and not listened if you’d been gone another night.”

Markus closed the gap between them and began to methodically massage his wife’s bare bottom in preparation for the session ahead. He made sure to inspect her marked ass cheeks as she mewed under his ministrations.   The welts of the riding crop he’d used in their last session had mellowed to barely visible, leaving his wife’s ass a fresh, milky canvas.

“So may I ask why you’ve dressed as a maid for me? I’m not complaining, mind you, but it was unexpected.”

“I’m so sorry, Sir, but I’ve been a very naughty maid. I overspent on the monthly budget by using the grocery money to shop at Macy’s today. I just couldn’t resist the new Michael Kors bag I bought without permission.”   Brianna was a natural performer and not for the first time Markus knew she’d be an excellent center stage attraction at The Punishment Pit when he got around to wanting to play with his wife in public.

“I see… so you’ve earned yourself a punishment for spending too much money?”

“Yes, Master.”

He didn’t want to mess up the mood, but he’d noticed a trend of frequent misconduct by his wife since the dynamics of their marriage had changed. Since they’d almost lost their marriage by not communicating, he was determined not to let that happen again,

“Thanks for mentioning it, Bri, but you do know you don’t need to make up excuses for me to spank you every night, right?   When you setup these little misadventures of yours, it feels like you’re topping from the bottom instead of being my submissive.” Markus saw the confusion in her eyes and he knew she was holding something back, so he pressed her. “Talk to me, Bri.”

Markus was happy when she pushed herself to her feet to stand before him as he scooped her into his arms to look into the brown eyes he loved.   As intensely intimate as the married couple had been, he saw uncertainty mirrored back at him so he pushed her.

“I don’t want to ruin the mood, but I know something is on your mind, Bri. We almost lost our marriage by keeping secrets and holding back from sharing our most secret sexual desires from each other.   I’m honored you’ve allowed me to become your Dom… your HoH… your Master.   That means I’m going to move heaven and earth to make you happy and keep you safe.   I’m good, but I can’t read your mind, sweetheart, so talk to me.”

Her eyes shined with unshed tears and Markus’ gut clinched; suddenly concerned his wife had more mysteries she hadn’t shared with her Master.

It took her a full minute to mumble her answer. “I don’t mean to manipulate you… I mean, well… I guess I do, but only because… I’m embarrassed to tell you…”

“Sweetheart, there’s nothing in this world that you should feel modest about with me. You should know by now that I can’t make you happy if I don’t know what makes you tick. Now, mind your Master and talk to me.   I need to make sure I’m not being too rough with you and triggering memories of Jake Davenport.”

Brianna looked alarmed, making Markus know he was getting close. “Oh God, please don’t tell me I’ve hurt you like that motherfucker did.   I’ll never forgive myself.”   Since starting the D/s aspect of their marriage, truly hurting his submissive wife had been Markus’ biggest fear.

“No, Markus, in fact… it’s the opposite. If anything, you’ve been too mild with me at times.   I know you’re so afraid of going too far and maiming me, but you’d be surprised how much pain I can take.”

“Bri, I know you can take a lot, but that doesn’t mean you’re unbreakable. It makes me uneasy thinking about how abusive Davenport must have been with you considering I haven’t been able to find your tipping point.”

“That’s why I’m mentioning it. It’s hard to make you understand, but it comes down to my feeling completely safe with you.   I know you’ll stop the minute I mention my safeword, and knowing that gives me the freedom to relax into the scene and move into my happy place.”

“Shit, all this time I’ve thought I was making you happy and now I find out I’ve been missing the mark. I’m not sure I’m going to be able to give you what you want, though, because I’ll be damned if I’m going to use all of my muscle power and hurt you… I mean really hurt you.”

“Markus, you have to trust me to safeword if I need you to stop.   I wish I wasn’t, but you’ve helped me come to terms with the fact that I am a masochist, plain and simple.   I hate that the orgasms I have through pain are like a drug to me, but it’s true.   You’re right that I’ve been topping from the bottom, trying to get you mad enough at me to tip me into my happy place. As horrible as the pain was the night Tiffany and I earned the massive punishment session, I had the best orgasm of my life when you mastered me completely that night.   You held nothing back and it made it that much better.”

He hated feeling like a muddling newbie for not picking up on Brianna’s motivations before, but at least he knew what he needed to do.   He had a naughty maid to punish.

“All right, my merry maid, let’s get you moved into position to receive the blistering you’ve earned.”

If he’d doubted the mystery of her desires, his doubts were gone as he witnessed her melting at his taking control of the scene.   Bri’s brown eyes flashed with a mix of desire and anticipation, but he wouldn’t be satisfied until he saw her raw submission as he mastered her.

He spent ten minutes making her completely immobile, draped face down on the spanking bench.   He’d bought the punishment furniture that made her heavy breasts hang free, pulled down by gravity.   Markus started by applying the brutal clawed nipple clamps to each pebbled tip.   Bri moaned through the application and cried out when he leaned down to lick and suck the tortured tips.

He moved to the cabinet to collect the large butt plug next, lubing it with the menthol heat-rub lotion that would light up his sub’s ass from the inside.   He’d made her come once before by fucking her ass with the same combination so he knew it was the kind of pain she’d been missing.

He placed the tip of the fat toy to her puckered rosebud, lathering her sensitive skin externally before moving it in and out. The mewing sounds coming from his sub encouraged him. “I’m going to push this hot, massive plug inside you now, sub. It’s going to punish you from the inside while I mark up your ass – take it.”

The plug didn’t insert easily, and Markus would normally have made sure to slowly open Bri’s bottom to prepare her.   In keeping with her earlier revelations, he mashed the thick plug deep in one hard thrust, seating it deep inside his wife’s naughty bottom. Her resounding grunt was a mix of desire and pain.

“Oh shit, Master… It’s so hot!” She was trying to flail away, but he had her immobilized making movement impossible.

In the past, Markus might have removed the plug to give her more time to adjust, but tonight he was going to trust her to safeword if the pain became too much.   He instead went to the head of the bench where Brianna’s chin was propped up on the cupped chinrest he’d had installed to make it impossible for her to lower her head when he so desired.   Their eyes locked as he unzipped his dress pants to pull out his already hard manhood. Brianna licked her lips in anticipation of the workout her mouth was about to receive.

Markus thrust balls deep on the first insertion in his sub’s wet mouth. The emotional power of mastering his wife was a heady thing for the Master. He normally reigned in the menacing desire to dominate her wholly; afraid he would hurt his mate. Tonight he let the urge to completely consume her in every way course through him as he gripped the handles above her head, using the furniture as an anchor, which allowed the manic thrusts of his cock to fuck her until she gagged, tears streaming down her beautiful face.   The lust shining back at him reminded him she’d wanted this rough manhandling kind of lovemaking.

He face-fucked her until he felt on the edge of his own climax, pulling out in time to make sure to extend their play.   He purposefully left the wet mess of tears and mucus dripping from Brianna’s face, knowing it heightened her submission.

“That was a good girl taking your master balls deep like that, but I’m afraid you aren’t out of trouble yet.”

He watched her slipping deeper into the right mindset as he continued to drive her deeper into her submission.   He moved to the nearby supply chest, choosing the heaviest paddle he owned. He had already discovered Brianna’s preference for ‘thuddy’ type punishment devices over the ‘whippy’ type. The thick, wooden paddle had a broad surface area and sported small holes to allow for a more powerful strike. It was exactly the type of punishment device Markus’ sub had a love/hate relationship with.

He didn’t show her the paddle before he started, but he was sure she knew immediately what he was using to mark her that night. And mark her, he would. Tonight, he would deliver the kind of blistering his little masochist dreamed of. He made up his mind not to stop until she either used her safeword or screamed out her ecstasy as she orgasmed from the paddling alone.

He set a steady pace as he meted out the full-force strikes to her now crimson ass.   He moved the paddle up and down to paint the entire area from the top of the crease of her ass to several inches below her sit-spot. His strokes were slow enough to allow each connection to sink into his masochist’s body, delivering the pain she craved.   Her escalating moans told him he was delivering what she wanted… what she needed.

It took seven long minutes to push his wife over the masochist’s ledge, tipping her into one of the powerful orgasms she had risked their marriage to go in search of.   The musky smell of her arousal was confirmation she was enjoying herself.

While she came down from her high, Markus lowered his pants and moved behind Brianna.   He couldn’t wait another minute to move inside her. Like when he’d inserted into her mouth, he went balls deep on his first thrust into her moist pussy.   He could still feel her muscles contracting from her intense orgasm, which in turn made him want to shoot his load of cum deep inside her already. He purposefully moderated his thrusts to keep them both on the cusp of coming, wanting to plunder her long and hard, just like she liked it.

“Fuck, you feel so good, Bri. I can feel the heat of your bruised ass as I’m moving inside you.”

“That’s it, Markus… nice and hard… just like that, Master… it’s sooooo good…”

He was getting close and he wanted to make this a session she would remember so he grabbed onto the end of the plug and started moving it in and out to the same rhythm of his cock.

He felt the mild contractions of her pussy squeezing him as she tipped into her next moaning climax. Markus pushed her farther by reaching down to grasp the metal chain hanging between her clamped nipples and yanked hard.   Her resulting massive scream alarmed him until he felt the vice grip constricting around his plunging penis. Feeling the physical evidence of her masochistic pleasure tipped him into his own powerful orgasm, spewing cum deep inside his wife’s spasming channel.

Neither of them could move for a full minute as they allowed their bodies to recover from the intense session they’d shared.   Markus eventually had to pull out; first inspecting Bri’s body to ensure no lasting damage had been done before unbuckling her so he could scoop her up into his arms.   He always loved how she snuggled into the crook of his neck as he carried her the two floors above to their master suite.

Brianna slowly emerged from her happy place, a silly grin on her face as she mumbled to her husband, “We forgot to eat dinner and I even made your favorite mousse for dessert.”

Markus grinned down at his wife, “Sweetheart, I’ve already had my favorite dessert tonight… I love you, my little masochist.”

*****

Passion Series Book One

Passion Series Book One

Sure hope you enjoyed a little glimpse into what Markus and Brianna are up to these days between Having it All and Protecting it All when the guys finally deal with one Jake Davenport.  If you haven’t given The Passion Series a read yet, I would very much appreciate you giving it a shot. Book one, Wanting it All,  is on sale for only $.99.

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L=Lukus’ Lecture #SpankA2Z #NSFW

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Welcome back to the Spanking A to Z blog hop and my challenge to write an original free erotic short for each letter of the alphabet.   The catch is every single sentence must have at least one word in it that starts with that day’s letter.  Today’s short is not so short, but it is steamy and I hope it’s a nice treat for everyone, especially fans of Lukus and Tiffany.  Sassy Tiffany is up to her old tricks and not listening to her Dom very well.  There might be a bit more than a lecture involved.  🙂

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L is for Lukus’ Lecture

“Thanks for lunch, Aiden. I was so worried I was going to lose you after last weekend.   I’m glad you’re coming to terms with the fact that I love Lukus.”

Tiffany lamented that her brother had lectured the entire lunch about how she was throwing her life away on Lukus Mitchell.   She hoped one day soon he would learn how happy she was since meeting her new Dom.

“Don’t make me laugh, sis. I loathe leaving you here, knowing what kind of a place this is.”

So maybe Aiden hadn’t come to terms with his sister’s love life.

“Well, you shouldn’t loathe it because I’ve never been happier than I’ve been since moving in with Lukus here at his loft.” Tiffany looked at her watch, nervous that she’d been gone too long.   “Listen, I really need to leave, but stay in touch, okay?”

Aiden leaned in to give his sister a kiss on her cheek before she hopped out of his Landrover.   She was relieved when her brother didn’t leave until she’d input her entry keycode to Lukus’ place – a block-sized, seven-story building that housed his BDSM club, The Punishment Pit; his security firm, Titan Securities; and his personal two-story loft. Considering there was an evil maniac out to harm Tiffany and her best friend, Brianna, Tiffany felt safer the second she heard the heavy door latch behind her.

Guilt started closing in once she was in the small lift that would take her upstairs. With Jake Davenport still on the loose, her Dom had her on lock-down at the loft. Lukus was ultra protective of his submissive fiancé, and she’d been going stir crazy being stuck inside. Most days he didn’t even let her go into The Beauty Box, and when she did go to work, she always had a bodyguard.   Thank goodness Lukus had left her home alone today so she could sneak out to have lunch with her brother.

The ding of the elevator arriving at the large loft jarred her out of her thoughts.   She’d barely stepped out onto the linoleum of the foyer when she came face-to-face with a frantic Lukus, cellphone at his ear.

“Let it go, Derek.   You can lift the search because she just walked in. Later.”

Tiffany couldn’t say a word for the lump choking her up at realizing her Dom had found out she’d disobeyed him. Based on the look on his face, he was furious.

Lukus lunged forward, closing the gap between them to pull her into his arms, squeezing her so long and hard she started to feel light headed. She could feel him trembling, which made her feel even worse than if he’d just started lecturing her for not listening.

By the time he pulled back enough so she could look into his eyes, she was the one trembling, knowing how Lukus would most likely be dealing with her decision to leave the loft without a guard.

“Lukus, I can explain…”

“Really – because I can’t wait to hear why the woman I love… the woman who has agreed to let me be her Dom and HoH… the woman who promised to stay in the loft so the lunatic who is trying to hurt her can’t lay his hands on her… Why the FUCK that woman would leave without her bodyguard… without calling or even leaving a note… even without her cell phone so I couldn’t track her!”

His voice had been rising little by little until he ended on a full-out shout.   Tiffany had never seen Lukus lose his cool like this, not even that first time he lost his shit, as Derek had called it.

Tiffany licked her lips self-consciously, trying to stay calm. “You’re right to be mad for my not leaving a letter, but I promise that I was safe. I just had lunch with Aiden and since he’s a cop, he had his gun with him. I promise, I never left his side. He picked me up and dropped me off at the door and we stayed local, just going to the diner down on Lincoln.”

“I don’t fucking care if he took you to a locked down safe house. You didn’t listen to me. You left against my explicit instructions. You basically said ‘fuck you, Lukus, I don’t love you enough to obey you.’”

She forced a smile, but it only made him look like he was going to let go with another angry rant. His green eyes lit into her, burning her with layers of guilt.

“Honey, all I can say is I’m sorry I didn’t at least call so you wouldn’t worry.”

“Don’t honey me like you forgot to do the damn dishes. This is serious shit, Tiff – life and death kind of serious. I haven’t wanted to worry you with all of the dirt we’ve dug up on Davenport, but believe me when I say he’s a lowlife who preys on vulnerable women.”

Lukus released her, pushing Tiffany away as he stormed to the kitchen island to put some distance between them. She fought the urge to break into tears, in part because she was so angry with herself, but mostly because Lukus could never stay angry with her when she cried.

A long silence stretched out before Lukus spoke with a forced calmness. “Strip – naked – right where you are and then go lay over the back of the love seat with your ass laid out for your punishment.”

“Lukus… please.”

“Not one more word, little girl. And no more Lukus until further notice. I’ve clearly been too soft on you, so until I’m done lecturing you and lighting up your naughty bottom like I never have before, I’m Sir and don’t forget it.”

Tiffany’s pulse skyrocketed at his loaded words. She’d lived through several intense discipline sessions at his hands, but Lukus was a man of his word. She had no doubt that he wouldn’t be stopping today until he was sure she’d learned to never leave the loft without her guard, at least not until Jake Davenport was behind bars.

She made a last attempt at an apology. “I’m so sorry I didn’t listen, but please Sir, I promise I was safe with Aiden.”

The determined lock of his jaw as he crossed his muscular arms, pinning her with a look of raw dominance, made her pounding heart lurch. Master Lukus had arrived and as positive as she was that she was going to hate the welts he would surely leave on her ass, she was just as sure she deserved every last lash for her blatant disobedience.

Moving in slow motion, she pulled her lilac top off to display her lacy bra to her Dom. She looped her thumbs in the waistband of her yoga pants, lowering them to the floor. Lukus didn’t so much as flinch while she hesitated, but his powerful look urged her to move faster as she removed her bra and panties to stand before him naked.

She wilted until her legs felt like they’d give out soon. Tiff shuffled to the nearby lounging area, tentatively lowering her body across the back of the furniture. Lukus was there, lifting her so that her ass rose high in the air, forcing her onto her tip-toes as she leaned forward, grasping the edge of the seat cushion.

Embarrassed heat lit her face as she realized the picture she made laid out for her Head of Household (HoH). Wasting no time before launching into the punishment, Lukus landed several open palmed spanks to her left, then right butt cheek… and then stopped.

After only a half-dozen full-force spanks, he lowered his hand. “Fuck, I need to wait because I feel myself losing control.” Tiffany felt the heat of his body leave as he stepped away. “I love you too much, Tiff, to risk that.” His voice vibrated under the effort that slowing down the punishment of his lady took. “Don’t you move even your little finger, got it?”

“Yes, Sir, I’ll lay here.”

The angry footsteps of his leather boots could be heard stomping off to their bedroom, leaving her alone and ashamed. Tears she’d been holding back fell onto the fabric of the couch beneath her as she struggled to hold her legs in their splayed and lewd position.

He didn’t return for fifteen long minutes, and by the time he did, the ligaments of her long legs twitched under the strain of holding still. The touch of his hands lifting her hips up and off the couch warmed her until she almost collapsed to the floor when her cramping legs wouldn’t hold her.

Lukus caught her, lowering her body gently to the carpet where she knelt, leaning her ass back on her heels. They were both silent as Lukus wrapped her gold choker collar around her neck, latching it so the MLM pendant dangled against her skin, reminding his submissive she belonged to Master Lukus Mitchell. The warmth of his ownership wrapped around her, helping comfort her in spite of the lashing that lay ahead.

He’d never attached a leash to her collar before, so when he reached to his back pocket and returned with a black length of leather, Tiff’s face flushed red. She’d witnessed other subs on their master’s leash and wondered how it felt. The clink as he linked the clasp to the ring on her collar left her tethered to him like a treasured pet.

Only when he started walking towards the lift, leading her behind with a tug, did she start to panic.   She crawled across the floor until carpet turned to linoleum.

Surely Lukus wouldn’t lead her downstairs naked? True, The Punishment Pit was closed on Mondays, but there could be employees lingering who might see them.

As the doors closed on the elevator, Lukus answered the unspoken question by pushing the button to take them to the first level of the building.   She knew better than to hope he would stop in his private office when they exited the lift.   She couldn’t contain her distressed whimper as she reached out to hug his legs tightly. “I’m really sorry, Lukus. Please don’t do this… let’s go back upstairs.”

His only reply was to lace his fingers through her long locks, holding her tight against him. In that moment she realized she was likely headed to her first punishment center stage and could only say a prayer Lukus would be the only witness to her certain loss of control.

*****

Lukus luxuriated in the feel of Tiffany’s long blonde hair sifting through his fingers. The silky softness calmed his nerves for the harsh punishment session that lay ahead. At least he’d let go of his fear that Jake had gotten ahold of the love of his life. The fifteen minutes he had believed her kidnapped had been like a living hell for the Dom.

He had used his time calming down in the bedroom wisely by laying out the kind of punishment plan he knew would leave a lasting impression on his future wife.   He was a reasonable man, but she needed to learn early on that he would never allow disobedience leading to her life being in danger to go unpunished. It was the most important of the rules Tiffany had agreed to follow, and he would be leaving tangible reminders on her luscious ass to ensure her safety in the future.

He lifted Tiff to her feet, allowing them both a long embrace to calm their nerves, before he pulled the leash to lead her through his office, around the punishment furniture of the backstage dungeon, and out onto the dark expanse of the stage.

The two-story curtains were open to expose the stage to anyone who might walk through. As a showman, that suited Lukus just fine, but he knew the mere possibility of a witness would further punish his novice little submissive.

He left her center stage to flip on the low lights and once lit, he pushed a heavy spanking bench from the back to center stage, just to Tiffany’s left. Her ocean blue eyes widened as he issued his stern order, “Lay yourself across the spanking bench, baby. Place your hands in the most forward grips and your legs on the widest leather pads.”

The surge of dominance coursing through is body made him feel like a letch as he watched Tiffany struggling to obey. Her tentative movements resulted in her beautiful ass being lewdly displayed; her hands and legs lower as she willingly presented herself for her punishment.

Lukus bent to lash each of her limbs securely to the heavy furniture with the leather restraints. When he buckled the wide leather strap across her back, pressing her waist tight against the bench and locking her ass into her vulnerable position, Tiffany let loose her first sob.

The sound of her crying always left him confused. Tears from a punished submissive used to leave him feeling dominant, but with Tiff he more often found himself feeling conflicting feelings of protectiveness and a foreign tendency to be lenient, something he had never considered before meeting Tiffany.

Lukus massaged her exposed bottom until she calmed, warming the skin for the lashing that was coming. “Tiffany, tell me why you’re tied down to the spanking bench about to be punished long and hard.”

Her voice was loaded with guilt as she responded. “Because I went to lunch without telling you where I was going and letting you know that I was safe.”

“Yes, and you didn’t have your cell phone with you like you’re supposed to at all times… and you didn’t take a bodyguard with you… What the hell made you think you could leave and put yourself in danger like that?”

He couldn’t see her face, but he heard the submission in her voice as she responded to his lecture. “I just didn’t think you’d like me to go to lunch with Aiden after last weekend. After all, you two threw punches at the lake.”

“Tiff, I may not like the bastard, but he’s your brother. I’m not going to block you from seeing him, even if I would like to lay him flat for putting you in danger today. But this isn’t his fault, because I’m sure you lied to him too and never let him know you weren’t supposed to leave the loft – didn’t you?”

She hesitated, “Yes, Sir… but I love him and didn’t want him to stay mad at me for choosing you over him.”

“Well, let’s see if you’re still glad you chose me after the lesson I’m about to teach you in listening to your Dom.”

Lukus left her alone to think about what he’d said as he went to the punishment supply cabinet that lined the wall of the on-stage dungeon. He picked a wide leather paddle and a severe loopy Johnny to deliver his message.

He settled into the punishment scene like the pro that he was, letting the first crack of the leather paddle fall against her white skin.   It left a satisfyingly red splotch in its wake and a long groan erupted from his submissive fiancé. Lukus knew better than to short-change today’s lesson. He’d be damned if Tiffany would leave this stage with any ambiguity on how he felt about her behavior today.

The thick leather fell again and again across her ass until she was crying out, jerking in an attempt to loosen her restraints. When he lowered his aim to the bottom of her butt where it met her thighs, Tiffany went wild, begging him to stop through her sobs.

Lukus never had trouble powering through a punishment before falling in love. But in just the few true discipline sessions he’d delivered to his lovely fiancé, he learned punishing someone he’d given his heart to hurt him almost as much as it did her – almost.

When he thought she was getting closer to learning her lesson, he threw the leather to the floor, moving to caress Tiffany’s lower back to comfort her, although he refused to provide relief to the lesson on her burning globes… yet.

Despite her obvious pain, he loved to see her labia glistening wet with her sexual excitement. He lightly dragged his fingers through her lower lips, eliciting a long groan of desire as he lubricated his fingers liberally.   She squeaked when he lifted higher, pressing two lubed fingers into her puckered rosebud.   “Oh God, Lukus… what are you doing?”

“I’m taking liberties with my naughty sub’s little bottom and you need to just relax and enjoy it, because this is just an intermission. You have one more layer of punishment coming before we’re done here.”

“Oh lord, I can’t take any more, Sir.”

“Oh baby, I’ll decide when you’ve learned your lesson and we won’t stop until then. Let’s get this finished so we can move on to more fun activities.”

Lukus withdrew his fingers reluctantly, leaning to grab the most painful punishment device he’d used on Tiffany to date. He didn’t plan to deliver a lot of strikes, but he would be using the loopy Johnny only when he had a particularly important lesson for Tiffany to learn.

She couldn’t see the small handled device with three long loops of braided leather that were about to light into her already punished ass. Lukus steeled himself for the scream that was about to come and lay the lick across the center of her bottom. Her cry was delayed, almost as if she’d lost her breath from the sudden laceration the wicked device delivered. When it came it almost leveled him.

He recovered enough to continue his lecture. “That’s one lash, Tiffany. You’ll receive six today and after each, you’ll promise to never leave the loft without my knowledge until Jake Davenport is in jail. Is that understood, young lady?”

“Oh God, please Lukus no more. I promise I won’t leave the loft ever again if you’ll just stop.”

“I’ll accept that for your first promise, but I’ll finish the last five.”

His arm felt as heavy as lead as he swung the light implement through the air to connect a little lower. Her pained screams lit into his heart, but he steeled himself to be not only her Dom, but more importantly her HoH. They agreed to the rules and consequences together and he was damn well determined to live up to his end of the deal.

It took five long minutes to deliver the five remaining lashes. He had to allow Tiffany time to calm enough to speak her languished apologies after each strike.

When the punishment ended, he rushed to release the leather restraints, letting Tiffany slowly bring movement into her limbs before lifting her up into his arms and carrying her lovingly towards the lift. Her sobs had lessoned to light cries, and he felt relief when she hugged him close, laying her lips against his neck to kiss him. It was a little gesture that meant so much.

The lift doors had just closed on their trip upstairs when he brushed his lips lightly against her ear with a vulnerable whisper. “So, are you still happy you picked living with me over your brother, baby?”

She turned her tear-stained face to look into his eyes. Her guilt was gone and in its place was the most beautiful look of love. “I’ll never regret loving you, Lukus. I may go down and burn whatever the hell piece of leather that was you just used to light up my ass, but I’ll love you regardless.”

Lukus broke out in laughter. “Oh Tiff, even after living through a Lukus Mitchell punishment, I just love that you’re still full of your signature sass.”

They let their lips do the rest of the talking.

*****

Passion Series Book One

Passion Series Book One

Wowzer, that one took a lot out of me.  Sure hope you enjoyed a little glimpse into what Lukus and Tiffany are up to these days between Having it All and Protecting it All when the guys finally deal with one Jake Davenport.  If you haven’t given The Passion Series a read yet, I would very much appreciate you giving it a shot. Book one, Wanting it All,  is on sale for only $.99.

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