Balancing it All : BDSM Dark Romance (Punishment Pit Book 4)

by Livia Grant

  The sound of Mistress Martha attempting to get in the room distracted both couples, prompting the men to thrust harder and faster in a race to come before interrupted, although the determined look on Lukus’s face made Tiffany pretty sure Martha had better tread lightly if she thought she was gonna stop them.

  Markus shouted out as he released into Brianna’s waiting mouth, adding to their naughty tryst. It felt so wicked to be doing such private acts within touching distance of their best friends. Tiff also realized, as the seconds dragged on, that Markus and Brianna were now panting in their recovery, their eyes locked on the spectacle of Tiffany being face-fucked, because that was what was happening. Lukus was chasing his release, pressing her harder and deeper. A strange calm settled over her as she recognized her complete surrender to the moment. She stopped fighting the gagging. She stopped fearing for her next breath. She turned herself over completely to the experience. As she did, she recognized the satisfied acknowledgement broadcasted back at her through Lukus’s molten-green eyes. He knew she’d reached a deeper level of submission here on her knees tonight.

  And he was pleased.

  Tiff felt the first squirt of spunk released into her throat as Martha manhandled the door open. Lukus remained focused on his submissive as he delivered another shot deep, before pulling out to deposit the remainder of his load into Tiffany’s open mouth. She knew what came next. Holding perfectly still, she allowed deep gasps of air to fill her lungs.

  “Show me, baby.”

  She didn’t know why, but she absolutely loved this part. When their eyes locked and she opened her mouth wide, strings of spittle dripped from her lips while she held her cum-covered tongue out for his inspection. There was something so intimate about this intensely personal act that had her nearly shivering from the effect. He waited extra-long to issue his next command. In her haze, Tiffany suspected he was showing off her training to the other Dom in the room.

  “My beautiful girl. Swallow me.”

  Tiff closed her mouth, swallowing the tangy tasting cum as Lukus released her hair so he could gently swipe at the tears on her cheeks. He reached into his pocket to draw out a handkerchief and cleaned her up. His sexy smile was her reward for a job well done.

  “Well, I can see you two couldn’t control yourselves. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were rookies. I’ve never seen two seasoned Doms with such lack of control before.”

  Markus had recovered first. “Knock it off, Martha. We’ve been tortured long enough. If we want our subs to service us, that’s certainly within our rights.”

  “Oh, don’t mind me. I’m just jealous. The least you could have done is let me watch.”

  Lukus had recovered enough to join in the conversation. “Great. Let’s move on to round two. You can watch that.”

  Martha’s husky laugh filled the small room. “Ah, the joys of youth. You probably could be ready to go again that fast. Well, no thanks. I have a date with my BoB tonight. I’m sure you boys won’t mind me remembering the looks on your faces as I barged in, will you?”

  Markus teased her. “That’s just sick. I thought we were like sons to you.”

  Martha grinned. “So? I never said I didn’t come from a kinky family. Now, exactly how much money are you two gonna dump to outfit these gorgeous women of yours?”

  Lukus and Markus answered in unison as if they had rehearsed it. “We’ll take it all.”

  “Wait. Lukus, you didn’t even see how much some of that stuff costs. It’s really expensive. I don’t need—”

  After zipping up his pants, he quickly stood to grasp Tiffany’s upper arms, pulling her tight against his chest. His voice was soft, but demanding. “This isn’t your decision. Now, I want you to get back there and put on the very first outfit you tried on again. You’ll wear that tonight.”

  She panicked. “Where are we going? That outfit is really skimpy.”

  “Tiff. It doesn’t matter, remember? You said you’d trust me. Go. Change. Now. I want to leave.” He twirled her and swatted her on her ass as he gently thrusted her in the direction of the changing area.

  “Okay, Martha, let’s figure out the damage. I need to get Tiff home as soon as possible.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Tiffany

  Tiff was in disbelief as she settled into the luxurious leather bench seat of the limo. Brianna took the seat directly across from her, on the opposing padded bench.

  Brianna looked as shocked as Tiff felt. “Did you see the final bill? And that was with a discount. I can’t believe Markus dumped that much money on me like that.”

  Tiff scoffed. “Somehow, I don’t think they were just spending money for us. Just think how much fun it’s gonna be to try all these on at home in the coming weeks.”

  “I don’t know. I’m thinking they plan on us wearing it in public too. I wish they’d tell us where we’re going tonight.”

  The men had been securing the numerous packages in the trunk but now arrived to slide in next to their ladies. The limo lurched forward into the Friday-night traffic of downtown Chicago. They weren’t in motion ten seconds before the men pulled their subs onto their laps. Tiffany snuggled into Lukus as he wrapped her tightly in his arms, spreading little kisses onto the top of her head, which was tucked neatly under his chin.

  “Thank you so much for buying all of those great outfits, Lukus, but you really didn’t have to spend so much money. I would have been thrilled with half of that.”

  “You don’t get it. I bought them as much for me as for you. Like this one you have on, for example. Let me take a closer look.”

  They separated enough for Lukus to delight in her strapless, champagne-colored bustier top and tight-cinching corset waist. Of all the outfits she’d tried on, this was her favorite. She’d never worn a corset before, but the constricting fabric emulated being bound, which always turned her on. Adding to the restriction, Lukus squeezed her waist with one hand and her covered breast with the other. From the sounds of it, Markus and Brianna were partaking in similar activities to pass the time back to the loft.

  When Lukus moved his hand to her thigh, then started inching up to her bare core, Tiff’s heart rate skyrocketed. All thoughts of reluctance to proceed in front of their friends vanished the second his fingers brushed her clit on the way to sliding through her wet folds. Tiffany heard her own whimper as Lukus expertly began playing her body like a virtuoso, hitting all of the right chords to guide her to the brink of an orgasm, before re-directing his hand to squeeze her breast instead. His lips captured hers in a wet, open-mouthed kiss full of urgency. She’d never guess he’d come less than thirty minutes before, feeling his manhood poking her bottom while she wiggled on his lap.

  Pulling out of their kiss, he took control. “I’m not gonna wait until we get home to get inside you, baby. You’re ready and wet. Come straddle me and go for a ride.” His words were lewd. His tone, smoldering.

  Tiffany rushed to kneel, her legs spread wide as her knees hit the leather on either side of Lukus’s hips. He struggled to free his cock, but the second he did, he thrusted upwards, seating the tip of it inside her. He hugged her waist hard against him. She braced her hands against the back of the seat, on either side of his head, to stop from crushing him. She understood his plan as his mouth sucked and nipped at the swell of her large breast as it threatened to spill out of the top of the risqué outfit.

  The whole moment was surreal. They were stopped at a red light on busy Michigan Avenue. Tourists in the crosswalk swarmed around the limo. Tiffany was close enough to reach out and touch them had there been no smoky window shielding them. As the crowd passed close, Lukus yanked her down hard while thrusting his hips up, filling her completely. From the sounds of it, Brianna was having the same kind of fun behind her.

  Tiffany tore her eyes away from the busy street outside, giving all of her attention to the man moving inside her. She looked down from her higher perch into his eyes that had deepened to almost black with lusty heat.
She did her best to aid Lukus by lifting up before grinding down onto his hard cock again and again, chasing her own release. The position was intimate, but the angle was bad, preventing him from finding that special spot that ignited her orgasm every time. As the minutes passed, she became tired and frustrated. He seemed amused.

  “What’s the matter baby?”

  “We need to change positions. This one isn’t doing it for me.”

  “So bossy. Maybe this was part of my devious plan. Torture you, and not let you come.”

  “It’s working.” Tiff pulled away from him, working on finding a better angle to scratch her itch.

  “Okay, I have an idea. But it’s gonna cost you.”

  She snorted. “Right. Like having sex is such a hardship for you.”

  “Okay, now I’ll have to double it, since sassy Tiff has made her appearance. Add twenty to your count.” Lukus balanced the bad news with a particularly quick volley of thrusts meant to get her closer to her reward.

  “Twenty! That’s more than double. What could possibly be worth twenty swats?”

  “Let me demonstrate.” He halted his hip gyrations and lifted Tiff up off his cock, helping her to move off his lap. Only as she sat on the seat next to him did she notice Brianna was impaled on Markus too, but she was facing the center of the limo. Markus and Bri seemed to be struggling with their position as well.

  “Tiff, climb back on, facing Brianna,” Lukus ordered.

  Maneuvering into position, Tiff was once again kneeling on the seat, legs spread wide, allowing for Lukus between her legs. She felt the tip of his cock as he prepared to fill her again. Just before he did, he gave his next direction.

  “Brianna and Tiff. Reach out and lean into the center of the aisle. Hold on to each other.”

  Tiff’s eyes snapped up to meet Brianna’s surprised gaze. The seats were far enough apart that it felt precarious to follow his directions. Still, his command hung in the air. The urge to submit to his direction hit them both, and they silently trusted the other to be there as each woman reached out, leaning her upper body into the center of the luxury car to meet in a tight clinch, suspended above the aisle. They each leaned at a forty-five–degree angle from their legs, but they balanced each other perfectly as their breasts mashed into each other in their intimate embrace.

  Tiffany felt Lukus lifting her hips slightly just before his deep thrust, bottoming out against her magic spot that proved elusive facing the other direction. “Oh shit, yes. This is so much better,” she gasped.

  Brianna’s moaning told Tiff she was enjoying the angle change as well. Lukus set a fast pace, hammering hard up inside her, the thrusts mashing her breasts against her best friend’s to the dirty rhythm of the two couples mating. Tiff closed her eyes, losing herself in the bliss. The sound of bodies slapping filled the small space; the musky smell of sex surrounded them all, steeping them in a sexual haze.

  “Open your eyes. I want to watch your face as my best friend fucks you from behind.” Markus’s voice surprised Tiffany. Not that he spoke, but that his filthy comment was directed at her. Her eyes fluttered open to be greeted with the intensity of Markus lost in passion as he plundered his wife, her best friend. No part of their bodies were touching, yet the penetrating look they shared was so intimate that it unnerved Tiffany. It was like they’d let Markus into their intimate act.

  And then it hit her.

  Lukus was sharing this same soulful connection with Brianna as he fucked Tiffany hard. Tiff’s body was betraying her. She wanted to be angry, to feel betrayed, scandalized, but as she stared into Markus’s beautiful brown eyes, he smiled a devilish smile, reminding her it was the Markus she’d known for over three years. The Markus who loved Brianna. The Markus buried inside her best friend, not her. Suddenly, what she was doing didn’t feel as wrong.

  Lukus continued to piston Tiff’s pussy deep and fast, while Markus conversely slowed his thrusts, taking time to lift Brianna up high before pulling her down hard. His onslaught on Bri’s body was complete.

  Never had a sexual encounter been so taboo for Tiffany. She seemed to have stumbled into an impromptu orgy of sorts. A tiny voice inside her screamed for the action to stop long enough for her to evaluate what was happening; time to decide if she was comfortable with the implications this encounter might have for their complex friendships.

  That break didn’t come, and with each passing moment, it became less important. Raw need overshadowed hesitation. Tiffany heard Lukus instructing Brianna to open her eyes just as Markus had with Tiff. Markus’s heated stare was surely piercing Tiffany as deeply as Lukus’s hard cock. Tiff could feel the telltale signs of Lukus about to come, and she knew Brianna was about to witness the beautiful sight of a Lukus-Mitchell orgasm.

  “Holy fuck, Tiff. Come with me, baby. Show my best friend how beautiful you are when you orgasm.”

  The last thing she remembered before losing herself to her pleasure was the sound of both Markus and Brianna crying out their release within seconds of Lukus and Tiffany.

  All four friends spent several minutes locked together in their precarious pile, sweat-covered bodies panting to catch their breath after their romp.

  Brianna came to life first with a simple, “Wow.”

  “That’s the understatement of the year,” Tiff countered.

  Lukus

  As much fun as their interlude in the limo had been, Lukus was anxious to get back to his loft and spend the next hour or two setting the tone for the rest of the intense evening he’d planned for Tiffany. He couldn’t be happier with the way their night had gone so far. Not only did Tiff pass the “Mistress Martha test,” but her easy acceptance of their first semi-public sexual play gave Lukus hope she might come to accept the public nature of his role at The Punishment Pit.

  Baby steps. Next up, the game.

  As the four friends piled out of the small elevator into Lukus’s loft, the men moved forward with their pre-planned activities.

  Lukus amped up his Dom persona. “Ladies, follow me.”

  He led them to the seating area of the great room, and as they arrived at the large square coffee table in the middle of the seating pit, Lukus directed Brianna to one side and Tiffany to the opposite. Only when they moved to sit on the couches did he order:

  “Kneel. On the floor.”

  Brianna glanced at Markus for direction. When her husband nodded his approval for Lukus to lead the scene, she gracefully knelt in the space between the table and couch. Markus sat directly behind her, placing her body between his open knees and loosely trapping her. Lukus picked up on her excitement.

  Switching his focus to Tiffany, he was reminded of her newbie status to the lifestyle. Acquiescing to even the smallest command still didn’t come easy to her, and he knew more than anything that her mind still clashed with her physical desires. Some days, her body won. Right this minute, he suspected her brain was already on overload, analyzing their semi-public orgy in the back of the limo.

  Lukus took her hands in his, staring into her eyes to command her attention. “Tiffany. Kneel for me, baby. Right here.” The command was soft, but was a command nonetheless.

  Her eyes dilated. She sucked in a deep breath, then slowly lowered herself to her knees before him. She was a natural. He was relieved to see her small smile.

  “Very good girl.”

  Lukus sat behind Tiffany and drew the girls’ attention to a basket in the middle of the coffee table.

  “We have a couple hours before we need to head down to the club for tonight’s festivities. Markus and I have been wracking our brains, trying to figure out how we could get you ladies communicating with us better about what it is you want to get out of your relationships with us. I’m not saying anything we don’t all already know, but Markus and Brianna, you almost lost your marriage because you two hadn’t communicated truthfully with each other. I’ll be damned if I’m going to let that happen again.”

  Lukus moved his attention to Tiffany, who had angled
her body so she could look at him. “And Tiffany, your flat-out refusal to go through the club’s contract with me has me flying blind as to what kinds of activities are going to turn you on and what’s gonna cause you to go running from the building.”

  Tiffany opened her mouth to speak but he placed two fingers over her mouth, shushing her. “Not yet, baby. You promised to trust me tonight. I understand you don’t like the idea of a formal negotiation of a contract, but there are things we need to talk about. Tonight, instead of a dry contract, we’re going to turn those topics into a game. We are all going to play, myself included.”

  Brianna was excited. “Oh, this sounds like so much fun. Is it a ‘show’ kind of game or more like a ‘tell’ kind of game?”

  Markus answered his wife. “For now, it’s a ‘tell’ kind of game. If you keep interrupting Master Lukus while he’s explaining the rules, I could be persuaded to turn it into a ‘show’ game over my knee.”

  Lukus smirked at Brianna’s petulant frown. “Yes, Sir,” she muttered.

  “Now, as I was going to say, I’ve put some BDSM topics on slips of paper. I’ve grouped things into categories. We will take turns pulling from the basket, and read our slips to the group. Then the person who pulled the slip will go through and rank each item or topic into one of three categories. Category one is, ‘no way, no how, not in a million years.’”

  Tiffany grinned at that description.

  “Category two is neutral: ‘I hadn’t thought of it before, but it doesn’t freak me out. I may even want to try it in the future if the opportunity arises.’” He broke before finishing the options. “And category three is, ‘hell yes, when can we start?’”

  Tiffany opened her mouth several times, but didn’t speak. She struggled to vocalize her concerns. She finally got out, “That doesn’t seem like enough categories to me. Can’t there be something in between the neutral and the how-soon-can-we-start? Like, oh I don’t know… like, ‘sounds like fun but I’m scared shitless to try it.’”