Defending it All: Dark Romantic Suspense (Punishment Pit Book 5)

by Livia Grant

  “Morning, baby. You need to go into The Beauty Box early today, don’t you?” he said.

  “I don’t want to. I want to stay home in bed with you all day.” As she burrowed deeper into his arms, he was relieved.

  He kissed the top of her head. “I’d love that, too. Unfortunately, I have work to do, as well. Let’s say we both work until this afternoon. Then we’ll get back together down at the loft. Sound like a plan?”

  Tiff looked up shyly, her messed hair spread out across their pillow. “Sure, but…”

  “Yes?”

  “Well, you said I had to wait until today for… you know…”

  “My little nympho. Horny, are you?”

  “I’m always horny after you spank me, and don’t forget, the best part of arguments is the make-up sex.”

  Damn, he loved this woman and her adorable, playful eyes. Too bad he needed to stick with his original plan to finish her punishment.

  “Not yet. That comes after you get home from work. I have an action-packed morning for you.”

  “Action packed? You know I have to go to work.”

  “Yep.”

  “Okay, I’ll bite. What’s going on?”

  “Better that I show you than tell you. Go get your shower started. I’ll join you in a few.”

  Tiff scooted off while Lukus grabbed the small box from his duffle bag.

  They finished their shower without much hanky-panky. Lukus lathered the shower puff, washing Tiff thoroughly, and she giggled as he paid special attention to her private parts.

  Once they were out and dried, he sat on the wide edge of the whirlpool tub, pulling Tiffany down to her knees between his naked legs. He admired her growing vulnerability under his appraising inspection of her luscious body. As rough as the punishment had been the night before, the love shining in her eyes was his proof he had done the right thing.

  “Come here, baby. Let me check out that ass of yours,” he said.

  Tiffany tentatively crawled over his lap, ass high, hands and feet brushing the floor on either side of him. Lukus massaged her globes, rubbing in soothing ointment to lessen any bruising. He’d been hard on her last night, but this morning he showed his gentler side with soft caresses. She cooed her pleasure, wiggling her butt as she spread her legs, hoping he’d stroke her clit. When his slick finger dipped into the rosebud of her ass instead, she almost bucked off his lap.

  “What the hell are you doing?” Sassy Tiff had arrived.

  The volley of a dozen open-handed spanks was immediate. “Care to try that again, baby?”

  After catching her breath, her tone was much improved. “Sorry, Sir. Why are you touching me there?”

  “Because your punishment isn’t over. Right now, across town, Brianna is over Markus’s lap and they are having this same discussion. You’re both going to be plugged at the salon today.”

  “What? That’s crazy!”

  Lukus cut off her protest. “Careful. Let me finish. You’ll wear your plug into the salon. It’s your reminder to follow your four D’s.”

  “But… there’s no way I can do this. I’ve never had anything but your fingers inside there a time or two for play.”

  “We’ll change that today. Steady now.”

  He dribbled warming lubricant directly on the puckered hole that he was enjoying inspecting. Because she was an anal virgin, he went slow, opening her first with one finger, then two. He slowly probed in and out until the shallow breathing of his naughty sub told him it was starting to feel good.

  What a shame this is a punishment. I’d love to keep up her training all morning.

  Lukus reached into the box containing three butt-plugs of varying widths and lengths. He’d bought them especially for training Tiffany. He pulled out the smallest of the three. For an experienced anal sub, the plug was small, but he knew it would serve the purpose of both training and punishing Tiff as she carried the tangible reminder intimately with her all day.

  The first press of the plug against her rosebud was thwarted. She was fighting it.

  “It’s time now, Tiff. As I press in, I need you to bear down. It’ll make it go in easier.”

  “Easy for you to say! This isn’t natural, Sir. I object.”

  He chuckled. “Oh, I do love you so. Objection overruled, and I disagree with you. There’s nothing unnatural about anal sex. We may not have gone there yet, but believe me, we will. Today is an extension of your punishment. The plug will remind you at all times that you’ve agreed to submit to me as your HoH. It will help keep you focused on your submission and remind you to follow our rules.”

  “But… ooohh. Wow, Lukus!” She’d grabbed onto his left shin, clinging to his leg as if that would eliminate the pressure in her bowel.

  As they were still chatting it up, he gave a final hard push, seating the small plug in her ass. The flared end was large enough that he knew she’d feel the intruder all day. Cleaning up, he pressed on the end of the plug, making sure she was retaining it. The blush on her face as she stood reminded him how new she still was to the lifestyle. He was grateful for her inexperience and felt lucky to be the first to introduce her to this intimate act.

  “Step into the panties, baby.” As he pulled them up, he inserted the thong’s fabric into her ass crack. It would help her retain the plug.

  He guided her back to a kneeling position, enjoying her facial expressions as she adjusted to the trespasser in her ass. She hesitated in asking the question he knew she wanted to ask.

  “Do you have a question, Tiff?”

  She balked. The pink blush on her cheeks was adorable. She finally choked it out. “What happens if I have to… well, you know. How will I go to the bathroom today?”

  “In the future, I’ll give you an enema in the morning so that won’t be an issue. I guessed that after last night, it might be a bit too much for you to start that this morning, too. Did I guess right?”

  “Oh, sweet Jesus. I’m not sure, but enemas may be on my hard limit list,” she said.

  “Before we do that, I’d like you to try one. A normal enema, not punishment, with just warm water. I bet I can change your mind. After we try it once, if you still want it on your hard limit list, I’ll go along with that.”

  “Okay, I guess. But what do I do today?”

  “You just need to call me to ask permission to take it out,” he told her.

  “But—”

  “Stop. No buts. Now, come here and give me a kiss.”

  Lukus had been sporting an erection since the moment Tiff had draped herself over his knee. The memories of plugging her ass and the cute whimpers she had given when the plug was inserted mingled with the kiss, turning him to stone. He was preparing himself to be miserable all day until he felt her warm hand wrap around the base of his cock. As she pumped him slowly, he wanted nothing more than to lie her back and take her hard.

  “Ah, baby. That feels so good, but you aren’t going to change my mind. You don’t get to have an orgasm until much later.”

  He loved the playful smile on her face as she said, “I can’t, but that doesn’t mean you can’t. Sir, may I please suck your cock?”

  He was perfectly aware she was topping from the bottom, but right this minute he couldn’t care less. “Hands behind your back.”

  She jumped to comply. Lukus placed both hands behind her neck, pulling her to his hard tool. She attacked him with gusto, deep-throating him on the first thrust. Tiffany had taken his “blowjob a day” request to heart, getting plenty of practice. She was a real pro, not that anyone else would ever partake of her oral talents.

  Over my fucking dead body. Her warm mouth is all mine.

  Lukus wound his fingers through her damp hair, using his grip to control the pace and depth of her facial fucking. His hard ride caused her to gag, enhancing his dominance over his naughty sub. He had an alluring view of her punished ass, faint stripes from his belt marking her skin. With his cock encased entirely in her throat, he almost spurted prematurely as Ti
ff’s lips pressed flush against his groin. Her watering eyes shone with a mix of pride and submission.

  He sensed she was pushing too hard, so he gently pulled her back off his erection to grab a gasping breath while a string of saliva dribbled down her chin. She moved her hand self-consciously to wipe it away, but Lukus stopped her.

  “Leave it.”

  She complied as he yanked her back into action. The time for slow had passed. He increased the speed of his thrusts into her throat.

  “Eyes.”

  Tears streamed down her face as she accepted his dominance. Wet slurping noises filled the room, converging with the groans of pleasure he couldn’t stop if he’d wanted to. Her whimpers of surrender completed the sexy soundtrack, pushing Lukus into a long orgasm, filling her mouth with a large load of spunk. Tiff gagged as he pulled out.

  “Show me, baby.”

  Her pink tongue slipped out between her puffy lips, copious quantities of cum spilling over her tongue and down her chin to drip onto her right nipple. She reached to swipe at it, but he stopped her.

  “That’s a naughty girl. You weren’t able to hold my load. That means you’ve earned another punishment.”

  Her groan was adorable. He was so tempted to lift her up onto the counter and return the favor by eating her for breakfast. That wouldn’t do for a sub in the middle of a punishment. His devious sexual mind came up with a diabolical punishment that, if done right, would reap great rewards later. He lifted her up onto the tiled bathroom counter after all, pulling her legs up high.

  “Grab your legs. Hold them wide open for me. Don’t move,” he ordered.

  The sight of his cum dribbling down her chin and continuing to spill across her breasts had him getting hard all over again. Her eyes tracked him as he left to grab another toy from his duffle bag. He almost felt sorry for her when he registered the hungry look on her face.

  She was leaning back against the large mirror, her legs spread wide to reveal her thong-covered pussy, clearly in hopes of garnering some attention for her neglected body part. She’d only had the panties on for a couple of minutes, yet the wet spot soaking through the thin crotch explained the musky smell of her arousal wafting through the small space.

  “Don’t let go of your legs, baby. I have another toy that wants to hijack a ride to the salon with you this morning.”

  He retrieved an odd, bullet-shaped item from his back, and she realized immediately what it was. Two ben-wa balls inside a latex sleeve. Tiff licked her cum-covered lips, no doubt tasting him as her breath shallowed. She was clearly hoping Lukus was about to reciprocate the orgasm.

  After pulling her panties aside, he used the rounded tip of the four-inch–long weighted toy to stroke her slit up and down a few times, spreading her moisture. He was careful to avoid touching her protruding nub.

  “Eyes,” he said again.

  As soon as he had her full attention, Lukus pushed the covered balls deep into her core, seating the torturous toy as deeply as his long fingers allowed. Tiff bucked her ass off the counter as he wiggled his fingers, teasing her before removing his now wet hand.

  “Oh no! You’re gonna leave that inside me, too, aren’t you?”

  “Smart girl.”

  “You can’t. I mean, how am I supposed to work today? Everyone is going to notice me walking funny.”

  Lukus chuckled as he cleaned the cum from her face and chest. “Baby, I wouldn’t worry about walking funny. I’d worry that they’re going to smell your honey wafting up from your panties.”

  “Seriously, Lukus. This isn’t funny. I can’t go to work like this.”

  He pulled her legs down and helped her stand. The balls settled into her tight core for their ride to the salon. With the added stimulation, Tiff’s eyes widened. She walked a few feet to test out her dirty hijackers. By the time she returned to his side, her flash of anger had turned to a look of desperation.

  “Please, Sir. Just one orgasm. I’m never going to be able to focus at work today.”

  “Oh, you’ll focus, but it’ll be on what’s really important. I want you thinking about the rules we agreed to, your poor choices last night, and how you need to learn a lesson so it doesn’t happen again. I want the plugs filling you, reminding you how much I love you, and how important you are to me. They’re our intimate connection, keeping us tied together even when we’re apart.”

  He pulled her into an embrace, their skin-on-skin friction threatening to dissolve his resolve. A sharp spank to her ass, a light kiss on her nose, and he was ready to scoot her on her way.

  “Now, be a good girl. Get ready, and off you go. I’ll be waiting for your call. Nothing comes out of your body today without my permission. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She looked like he had just taken away her favorite toy.

  “Don’t pout. You’re gonna love the things I put in your body the next time I see you.”

  “Promises, promises.”

  Brianna

  “This is humiliating. I’m not calling my boyfriend to ask for permission to go to the bathroom. I have to draw the line somewhere, don’t I?”

  Brianna had listened to her best friend complain all morning, and she was losing her patience. “Tiff, for the hundredth time, I’m sorry I talked you into going last night. I really am, but you need to stop complaining. In the wide spectrum of punishments, this one is tame.”

  “Easy for you to say.”

  “Yes, it is, considering I’m in the exact same predicament you’re in, only worse. Markus made sure to clean me inside and out this morning, if you get my drift, and then… well, I’m pretty sure mine is bigger than yours.”

  “How are you concentrating? I almost colored Mrs. Winston’s hair the wrong color because all I can think about is getting these things out of me.”

  Brianna chuckled. “Are you sure you aren’t more distracted thinking about getting other things in you?”

  At least her best friend grinned. “Maybe. I swear to God, if I didn’t know he’s gonna ask me, I’d go into the bathroom and masturbate. With my luck, he’ll know, and then prolong my punishment.”

  “It’s already noon. Hang in there,” Bri advised her.

  “Yeah, but… well, I need to, you know.”

  “So, call him. I called Markus an hour ago so I could pee, and I feel so much better. Want me to call him for you?”

  “Thanks, but no thanks. There are just some things a girl needs to do for herself.” Tiff sighed.

  “Suit yourself, but you only have ten minutes before your next appointment. With Sydney and Kennedy taking today off, we’re screwed. I wanted to leave early today, too.”

  “Fine. I think, while I have him on the phone, I’ll ask him why we have one of his security guards sitting in the waiting area. I went to get something out of my car a couple of hours ago, and there’s another one of his guys parked out there watching the salon. Did Markus tell you what the hell’s going on?”

  Brianna had been hoping Tiff wouldn’t bring up this topic. Markus hadn’t told her anything directly, but she’d started to put the pieces together and suspected the men were going after Jake. Realizing her reckless actions had once again caused problems for the people she loved most in the world, guilt invaded her. Knowing how much Tiff hated Jake, she reluctantly kept her hypothesis to herself.

  Tiff saw through her. “All right, you’re holding something back. Spill it.”

  “It’s nothing. At least nothing I have proof of.”

  “So, what’s your guess?”

  “You don’t want to know.”

  Tiff used her best friend x-ray skills to come up with the answer. “Jake.”

  Bri sighed. “Unfortunately, it’s the only thing that makes sense to me. What else would they be working on together? What else would have them afraid for our safety?”

  She wished she’d kept her guess to herself. Tiff paled before asking quietly, “Jake wouldn’t come here again, would he?”

  “I’d like to think he was
smart enough to stay away, but let’s face it—it’s Jake we’re talking about. He doesn’t exactly play by the rules.” Seeing a visible shiver race through her closest friend, Bri tried to lessen her concerns. “I’m not worried. The guys are obviously making sure we’re protected. Call me if you get any news out of Lukus this weekend, and I’ll do the same.”

  Tiff’s voice softened. “I’m more worried about Lukus doing something stupid and getting in trouble, or worse…”

  “Call him. You’ll feel better hearing his voice. You really are almost out of time.” A soft bell rang in the reception area, letting the women know their next appointments had arrived. “Time’s up.”

  Tiff picked up her cell phone. “Tell my appointment I’ll be out in a few. I’m calling Lukus.”

  “Okay, just don’t be too long.” Hoping to give them some privacy, Brianna opened the door leading to the reception area, only to find her departure blocked by the solid frame of a bodyguard. “Really? Is this necessary?” she said.

  “I have my orders, ma’am,” he told her.

  “And those are?”

  “Never let you get more than ten feet away from me.”

  “Great. Let’s go. We’re short of stylists today. Have you ever thought about working in a salon?”

  Chapter Eleven

  Markus

  “At least the kid is gonna be okay. Has Z tracked the bastard down yet?” Markus had checked in with Lukus several times while Brianna had been at the salon. She was due home any minute and he wanted to focus on playing with his sexy wife. He didn’t like the stress he heard in Lukus’s voice.

  “The prick hasn’t shown up at any of his normal haunts. I hope he’s enjoying making us look like dumbasses. He’s been one step ahead of us the whole time. I should’ve gotten my head out of my ass and been in California a week ago.”

  “Let it go. You have Z there now. I almost feel sorry for the bastard with him on his tail. That guy has serious skills. I feel better just knowing he’s on the case,” Markus said.

  “I’ll feel better once he puts eyes on Davenport. Z can’t do jack shit if Jake is in Chicago. Until we know for sure, I’m keeping security outside your house this weekend. I’m going to lock down Tiffany here at the loft. I’m glad the salon is closed for the next two days. That’ll give us time to locate him, even if he’s in Chicago.”