When he had her cleaned up and calmed down, he lay next to her on his side, reaching out to cup her face in his hand. “Are you ready to talk about it?”
“No,” she mumbled.
Tiff was only now starting to figure out what had been at the real root of her crying jag and she had absolutely no intention of sharing her hypothesis with Lukus. She’d already given him way too much power over her considering they’d only known each other for twelve hours.
“You know I’m not gonna let this drop, right?”
“You need to, Lukus. I’m fine.”
“Maybe. Maybe not. Let me be the judge of that.”
Tiff tried valiantly to rebuild a portion of her protective dam. “I think I can judge for myself if I’m fine or not.” Her answer came out sharper than she’d intended.
In a flash, Lukus was straddling her waist and had her lifted into a sitting position, trapping her while bringing her face to within inches of his own.
“Tiffany Lauren O’Sullivan, this behavior will not be tolerated. That was, without a doubt, one of the most amazing sexual experiences of my life, and believe me, that’s saying something. I’ll be damned if I’m about to let you ruin it by sobbing for five minutes as if it was one of the worst experiences in your life and then watch you clam up and refuse to talk about it. Now, what the hell happened? I thought you were there with me. I thought it was special for you too.”
She could hear a fear and vulnerability in his tone that was so unexpected and knew with a certainty he was never going to let it drop. Did she try to make something up or did she follow the rule he had set out not so long ago—a rule to always tell the truth?
“Just spit it out Tiff. I’m a big boy. I can take it.” His words had a sharp edge to them.
He was pulling away from her. She felt it. Maybe not physically, but emotionally. She knew now her silence was causing him to think he had somehow hurt her, or worse, that he hadn’t satisfied her.
I’m right back to the same two choices. I can put on my dress and drive away, never to see him again and always wonder what could have been, or I can dive into the deep end of the pool and hope he’ll catch me.
Looking into his deep green eyes, she knew she only had one choice after all. Leaving was not an option. “It’s just… well…”
The damn waterworks were starting again, but this time Lukus stayed in place, watching her patiently.
“Please Tiff. I really need to know what I did.”
“Oh Lukus, don’t you see? You ruined me!” She blurted.
“I hurt you?”
Through her tears, Tiff repeated. “No, you ruined me.”
Lukus was totally confused. “I don’t understand.”
As she panicked, Tiff’s tears were coming harder until her final answer came out in a sobbing whoosh. “You ruined me! It was so perfect! How is any man ever going to be able to satisfy me ever again? When you get tired of me, I’m going to have to go out there and find some other poor schmuck who’s going to have to try to come after you and let’s face it—they’re never gonna measure up, because Jesus Fucking Christ, you gave me like a dozen orgasms and… well… you ruined me!”
Lukus couldn’t help himself. With a visible rush of relief, he burst out laughing.
Laughing? I spill my inner most thoughts and the jerk is laughing at me?
Tiff watched as he tried his best to get his laughter under control before he reached for more tissues to comfort her
“Oh baby. You scared me there for a few minutes. I promise you. You don’t have anything to worry about. Now blow again for me.” Holding another tissue up to her nose, Lukus helped calm Tiffany down for the second time.
When she was finally collected, she worked up the courage to confront him. “I can’t believe you laughed at me, Lukus. I’m not joking.”
Taking her face in both hands, Lukus looked deep into her eyes as he answered. “I’m not joking either, Tiff. You have nothing to worry about.”
“Easy for you to say.”
“Yes, it is since I’ll fucking castrate the first guy who tries to put his hands on you, baby. I have absolutely no idea how it happened, but you’ve ruined me too, Tiff. So let me be clear. We have a lot to get to know about each other and as we do, I may find myself willing to bend on some things, like letting you take the brownies with the hard edges.” He grinned at her knowingly before continuing on. “But one thing I will not bend on is that no other poor bastard needs to worry about satisfying you because until further notice, that job belongs to me, and me alone. Do you hear me?”
Tiffany shook her head. “This is crazy. It’s too fast.”
“It’s fast, yes. So, if we need to slow it down, we can. But, fast or slow, it doesn’t change the fact that this body is off limits to anyone else but me.” He hugged her closer to make his point.
Her first reaction was to jump for joy, but then it hit her. Pulling back, she reached out to poke him in the chest, confronting him.
“And what about this body, Lukus? Is this body off limits to anyone but me?”
He fixed her with that hot coals smile. “Absolutely… on one condition, that is.”
She was so surprised at this turn of events she could barely get a squeak out. “And what condition is that?”
Lukus leaned in so close she could feel his warm breath. “You have to promise to keep calling me ‘honey’ when you’re coming. Fuck, that rant was hot, baby.”
It was Tiffany’s turn to laugh at Lukus. “Oh honey, I don’t think that’ll be a problem.”
He was so close she could feel his growing erection poking her, clearly looking for some attention. Without missing a beat, Lukus had them horizontal once again as he crushed her body beneath him, claiming her mouth with his own, his tongue demanding entry.
Wow, it looks like he really meant his promise. I think I could get used to swimming in the deep end.
Chapter Five
Tiffany
Tiffany’s muscles were screaming for release. The constant strain of trying to escape from the ropes binding her body to the padded table where she was sprawled, facedown, was taking its toll on her limbs. Her scream was muffled by an overly large ball-gag.
She was facing away from her captor, so she could only feel him slowly massaging her lower back, his hand moving downward to stroke her ass almost lovingly. Her earlier panic subsided as she allowed the tenderness of his caress to lull her into calm. His hand drifted lower to stroke her wet labia splayed open between spread-eagled legs tied to the far edges of the wide table. The agile fingers flicked across her clit just long enough to draw a moan from deep within before diving in and out of her pussy several times, drawing out the gathering wetness.
She was so focused on the probing fingers bringing her pleasure that she was completely unprepared for the searing pain of the punishingly strong cane stroke as it struck her squarely across both ass cheeks, spreading fire equally to both rounded globes. She only had a second to recover from the heat spreading through her ass before the feel of the next lash connected squarely with the lower portion of her butt, forcing a long scream.
The scorching pain was bad enough, but it was the chilling chuckle of her punisher that made her blood run cold. She could hear the joy in his sadistic laughter as he continued to punish her naked body with strokes from the thick cane on her defenseless ass. She felt the dreaded shame of losing control pushing to the fore of her thoughts as she allowed her panic to consume her.