Wanting It All (The Passion Series Book 1) (17 page)

‘
Fuck me.  Her body feels like pure sin.’

They each stand frozen to the spot as they size the other up.  Lukus feels his cock coming to attention from the friction of their bodies pressed tightly together.  It’s easy for him to see that Tiffany feels it too as her eyes shift from shocked surprise to barely veiled lust.   He finally finds his voice. 

“Now, I admire your loyalty to your friend.  I really do, but you need to go home now, little girl, before you end up getting yourself hurt.  Didn’t you know?  Bad things can happen to naughty girls who tell lies.”   

Lukus catches her sharp intake of breath at his blatant threat.   He’s sure he feels a small quiver race through her body before
she looks away in an attempt to break the dominant stare that has her pinned to the spot.

“Please,” she says.  “I just need to know Brianna is safe.  I’m so worried about her. “Please don’t let him hurt her again.”

“No one is going to hurt Brianna.  Not Jake.  Not Markus and not even me.  You’re going to have to trust me when I say she’s safe.  I’ll give her the message that you want to talk to her and she’ll call you as soon as she can.”

“Why can’t she call me now?”

Lukus squeezes the back of her neck just hard enough to get her attention.  “You, little girl, need a few lessons on listening and following directions.  I’ve answered your questions.  I’ve reassured you that your friend is just fine.  You need to simply say ‘thank you, Sir’ and let it go.”

He pauses, giving her a moment to consider his command. “Well?”

“Thank you, Sir,” she finally whispers, looking back up at him.

Lukus breaks into a broad grin.  “You’re welcome.  Much better.”  With reluctance, he steps back, releasing her from his grip.  She seems wobbly on her feet at first and he has to reach out to hold her steady.   “Be a good girl and go home now, Tiffany.”

He’s already moving past her when he barely hears her almost silent ‘Yes, Sir’. The sound of Tiffany’s unprompted submissive response has him fearing he may shoot his wad like a fucking teenager.

‘
Damn. I seriously need to find a woman to fuck, and soon.  This hanging out with married people sucks.’

Lukus knows he needs to get the hell out of there as soon as possible. He peels out of Markus’ long drive, trying to get his hormones under control as he speeds back to the club.

Tiffany is in an emotional tailspin.  She’d feared the worst when Brianna had failed to show up at the salon, and had grown panicky when she couldn’t reach her. Now that she knows Markus somehow found out about his wife’s infidelity, she’s worried about both of them. But Tiffany knows things could be worse. At least Brianna is away from Jake.

When she couldn’t reach Bri or Markus, she’d called Brianna’s parents and brother to see if they’d heard from her.  Her first fear was that Jake had abducted her. She shudders when she reminds herself what Brianna’s ex is capable of.

Tiffany is so lost in thought she nearly slams into the back end of the traffic stopped in the middle of the Eisenhower expressway.  She has to apply her brakes so hard her purse and cell phone fly off the front passenger seat and dump onto the floor, out of reach.

She has to swerve to the left so she can keep her eyes on the little silver BMW three car lengths in front of her.  She has no idea who the driver – this totally hot stranger – is, but she has a feeling he knows where Bri is. She’s decided she has a better chance of finding her friend by following him than she does by trying to pry the information out of an angry Markus.

Tiff is furious with herself for how she reacted to the mysterious man.  She’d actually let him intimidate her into acting like a damn submissive.  She has no doubt the guy is a Dom.   There’s no way he can’t be.  He just drips of yummy masculinity and dominance, and while that lethal combination always gets her heart racing… and her panties dripping… the bottom line is Tiffany had sworn off the entire D/s lifestyle after seeing what Jake was capable of years before.  While she and Brianna had dabbled in the lifestyle, watching her friend terrorized by Jake was enough for Tiff to be scared straight, or more appropriately, scared vanilla. The closest Tiffany has gotten to BDSM since Jake is what she finds between the pages of her kinky romance novels.

Still, she can’t help but compare the few minutes of interaction with Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Handsome to last night’s date with Jason, the guy she’s been seeing for a couple of months now. She’s fairly certain the two minutes she spent in the arms of Markus’ friend had her heart pumping faster than any time spent in Jason’s arms, and that includes during sex.

Tiffany has to really push her little car to try to keep up with the Beamer once they get beyond an accident that temporarily stalled traffic.  She can’t afford to lose him.

‘The man seriously drives like a maniac.  He’s going to get himself or someone else killed.’

Tiffany gets a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach when the car she’s tailing takes an exit several miles west of downtown. Knowing this neighborhood has a bad reputation doesn’t make her feel any better.    She hits her door lock button as she continues her chase, zigzagging north and east, as they edge closer to downtown.   She almost loses him more than once and is forced to run two traffic lights to keep up.

She worries that she’s following too closely when she sees him turns down a rather narrow alley between two warehouse looking brick buildings. He pulls off, parking to the right of the building and she parks at the end of the alley as far away as she can while still keeping her eyes on him.  

Even from this distance, her breath catches when she gets a good look at him as he exits the sports car and heads to a door underneath an awning. Tiffany watches as he uses a keycard to gain entry to the building. She can hear the thud of the heavy door as it slams shut behind him.

She waits until she finally feels confident the coast is clear, before driving her car up to park directly behind his BMW.  Tiff decides she needs to investigate if she has a prayer of gaining entry to the building.  

The only lettering on the door reads,
TPP 7969
.  Of course, her attempt to open the door meets with resistance.  She sees a keypad along with the keycard reader and spends a few minutes trying to guess the code. 

She’s just about to give up and get back in her car to drive around the building to find another entrance when someone grabs her from behind.  Her attacker’s arms are wrapped completely around her, holding her back tight and immobile against a rock hard chest.  

Tiffany has taken self-defense classes over the years and she’s happily surprised when her training kicks in and she remembers to lift her high-heeled foot and stomp down on her attacker’s foot as hard as possible.   This might have been an effective strategy had it met with any other pair of shoes in the city.  Unfortunately, just her luck, her attacker is wearing steel-toed boots and all Tiffany manages to do is twist her ankle from the force of her failed defensive move.

“Ouch.  Shit that hurts. Goddamn it, let me go! I’m going to call the police! Let me go!” 

Tiffany isn’t surprised when her screams for help go unnoticed. She’s in a bad part of town in a deserted alley, and despite her attempts to escape, her captor is just too strong. She fights until she runs out of strength and slumps against the muscular body behind her.

“Shhh.  You need to settle down now, baby.”  His voice is low, but demanding.

‘Oh, my God! It’s him.’

He answers almost as if he’d heard her thoughts.  “I know… I’m like a bad penny.  I just keep turning up.”   He doesn’t release her.  Instead, he buries his face in her curls.  She can hear him taking a deep breath as if he’s drinking in the scent of her hair.   He then places his lips so close she can feel them brush across her ear as he softly chastises her.  “You don’t listen very well, do you?  I distinctly remember telling you to go home and wait there for Brianna to call, yet here you are.”  

A strange combination of relief and trepidation invades her thoughts.  “Let go of me and take me to Brianna.  I know she’s here.”

“Do you now.  And what makes you think that?”

“Just the way you and Markus were talking.  What is this place, anyway?”  Tiff is totally self-conscious of the fact that she can feel the outline of his hard cock pressing into the small of her back.  If she didn’t know better, she could swear he is ever so slightly grinding his hips as if to increase the friction between their bodies.  She can almost feel the juices spilling out into her panties.  She seriously needs to put some space between them if she has a hope of not embarrassing herself.  “I’m serious.  You need to let go of me now.”

Without warning, he abruptly releases her and only too late does Tiffany realize just how injured her right ankle is from her earlier failed defensive move.  Without his stabilizing arms holding her up, she immediately topples over when her injured ankle gives out on her.  Only his fast reflexes stop her from doing a nosedive onto the dirty alley.

“Whoa there.”

Tiffany quickly lifts her right leg slightly to take her weight off of her pained ankle.  She has to hop around a bit to catch her balance until she finds herself once again in his tight embrace.  This time they are face to face and she’s surprised to see concern in his eyes. 

“Thanks for catching me before I ended up on the ground.”

“How’s your ankle?  Do you think you can walk on it?”

“I just need a few minutes.  I’m sure it’ll be fine.”   Tiffany attempts to put some weight on it, trying to evaluate how serious it is.

“So where are we and what does TPP stand for?” she asks as she tries to hobble on her sore ankle.

He chuckles mysteriously. “I’m not so sure you want to know the answer to that question, little girl.  You know what they say.  I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.”  

“Well then maybe we should start with something easier, like who the hell are you?” 

Lukus looks amused at her sassy response.

He waits long enough to answer that Tiff is beginning to think he’s ignoring her.  She’s not prepared for his answer when it comes.  “My name is Lukus Mitchell.  I’m Markus’ best friend and old roommate from college.  I own this building.  It’s where I live.  It’s where my security firm is headquartered.

He pauses and moves his left hand up to run through her curls and hold her tightly behind the neck, just like he did at Markus’ house.   He stares into her eyes, as if debating whether to continue giving her information.

“You sure you want to know what TPP stands for, baby?  I’ll help you to your car right now.  I’ll let you drive away.  But, if I tell you what TPP stands for, you’re committing to coming inside.  Sure… you’ll get to see Brianna, but you’ll also be agreeing to follow the same rules that she is following as my…
guest
.”

Tiffany instincts tell her that the best thing she can do is turn around and drive away.  She’s senses that she’s in over her head with this man, but she is the moth to his dominant flame. She can’t leave him. And more importantly, she isn’t going to leave without seeing Brianna.

“You’re crazy if you think I’m leaving Brianna here alone with you.  I demand you take me to her right away.”   Her tone displays far more confidence than she feels.

“Okay, little girl.  I don’t want you to say later I didn’t warn you.  Remember, you’re going in by choice. I also want you to remember that so far today you’ve disobeyed me twice by not going home when ordered.  You put yourself in danger when you ran through at least three red stoplights trying to keep up with me.  And finally, you blatantly lied to my best friend about something as important as his wife’s safety and fidelity.  Tiffany, you’ve been a very naughty girl.”

Her heart is pounding so hard and fast she’s actually starting to feel a bit woozy.  Her brain is once again demanding she jump in her car and get the hell out of there.  Instead she simply whispers, “What does TPP stand for, Lukus?”

“It stands for The Punishment Pit.  It’s where Doms bring their naughty submissives to be severely punished.  It looks like you’ve come to the right place since you happen to be a very naughty girl.”  

Tiffany knows she’s seriously in danger of toppling over from the shock of his words.  

Without warning, Lukus stoops down to lift her, sprained ankle and all, onto his shoulder in a fireman’s hold.  He wastes no time in swiping his card and opening the door to the club.  Tiffany makes an attempt at flailing, but only until he brings his free hand up to smack her hard on her upturned ass. 

Her cry echoes through the alley. No one is there to hear her.

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Lukus is positive he’s totally lost his mind.  Even as he scoops Tiffany up and over his shoulder, he knows he’s playing with fire.  Once again, he’s breaking his own rules by bringing a non-member into the club.  And not just any non-member, but Brianna’s best friend.  He can tell she’s struggling with her own submissive tendencies, but she’s a far cry from being a normal club sub.  

With each step through the long hall on the way to the club office, Lukus’ mood gets darker and darker.   By the time he reaches the elevator, all humor has left him.

‘You just keep doing one stupid thing after the other, Mitchell.  As if being saddled with one non-trained and off-limits submissive wasn’t bad enough, now you’re stuck with two.   Fucking brilliant.’