Wanting It All Ch. 11byLBGrant©
Welcome back to Wanting It All. I know...I know... This was your longest wait for a new chapter. I hope you enjoy reading it half as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you haven't re-read chapter 9 and 10 in awhile, you might want to take the time to go back and review. We are rejoining Lukus and Tiffany after they leave the stage to go up to his loft for a tour at the end of chapter 9.
A special thanks to editor extraordinaire, redyellowgo. I'm positive that I have put together a much stronger end product because of her help. Not only does she serve 'normal' editorial duties, but she keeps me sane when I start letting the stress of daily life get to me since my 'real work' project is still sucking up a HUGE amount of my life. She deserves many thanks. Still, any errors that remain are my own.
"Jesus Christ, woman! You're killing me here. Have you no shame whatsoever? Are you trying to humiliate me completely?" Lukus is having trouble catching his breath from the workout Tiffany has just put him through for the last thirty minutes. He works out hard several times a week and yet he finds himself with a stitch in his ribs as he bends over, hands on his knees, hoping to catch his breath.
The sound of Tiffany's victorious laughter should piss him off, but he's too fucking impressed to be mad. He's managing to finally catch his breath as he finally stands upright to take in the sight of her a few feet away...the most beautiful smile on her sweat-covered face. Despite it being oversized for her womanly body, his T-shirt she's wearing is damp and clinging to her curves in all the right places.
"The worst part is you managed that without any shoes on...barefoot. You just beat me....barefoot. If the security crew finds out about this, I'll never hear the end of it. I'm not sure what it's gonna take, but I'll pay any price for your silence. This has to stay our little secret or I'll never live it down."
Her intoxicating laughter is so feminine, reminding him that she really is still the same woman he had met less than twelve hours ago. "I think you're being a bit melodramatic Lukus, don't you? Maybe instead of paying me off, you should let me at them too. That should shut 'em up."
"Oh, hell no. No one's going to play with you except me, do you hear me? I let you loose on those guys and they'll try to move in and steal you away from me. Nope...we're just gonna keep you my secret little weapon for now. I'll figure out exactly when the right time is to unleash you on them."
Tiffany braves moving closer, reaching out with her index finger to touch a droplet of sweat on Lukus' neck and then gently tracks lower with the drop as it falls down across his bare, muscular chest. She takes a few minutes to admire his pecs covered with just the right amount of dark chest hair; taking time to trace his visible six-pack. Lukus watches her carefully as she admires his well-toned body. She must realize she had zoned out in her adoration because she quickly glances up to see if he's watching her. As their eyes meet, he can see the fire burning in her eyes. He's glad their little unplanned detour hadn't put out their flame.
The smile on her face has changed from playful to predatory. "Maybe you shouldn't have given me the full tour after all, Lukus."
"I deserved this. I was trying to impress you that my place was big enough to have a basketball court. How the hell could I possibly know that you were Michael Fucking Jordan in a dress? Where the hell did you learn to play like that?"
Her playful laughter is back. "You know...for a security guru who has a whole stable of private investigators, you really did a terrible job of digging into my history. I'm very disappointed in you Lukus." Her playful taunt has exactly the effect on Lukus that he suspects she'd intended.
"Well, I'm sorry I disappointed you, but considering I only met you less than twelve hours ago, I'd hope you'd cut me a bit of slack. I'm sure I can have a detailed dossier prepared on you by morning...but then again...." He takes great joy in watching her reaction as he inches closer and closer until he finally reaches out, grabbing her hips and pulling her tight against his overheated body. He could give a shit that they are both in need of a hot shower. He wants her to feel his quickly growing erection straining for escape from his gym shorts.
"Maybe I should go old-school. Who needs computers and the Internet for investigative work? I could just take you to my room and start with a nice, thorough strip search." Lukus stops long enough to lean in and kiss her seductively behind her ear. He loves that he feels a tremor race through her as his lips touch her skin. He keeps kissing seductively down her neck as he continues softly with his playful threat. "I could tie you down...torture you for hours until you finally can't resist me any more. I am a professional, after all. I'm sure I can make you spill all of your secrets."
Lukus loves the long drawn out groan he's able to drag out of his beautiful captive. He suddenly feels her leaning on him heavily, as if her legs are going weak underneath her, just as she throws her arms around his neck for support.
Lukus fights back the urge to throw her down to the hardwood and take her right there on the free-throw line. "As much as I'd like to see where this is headed, I think we're both due a long, hot shower. I'm afraid I need a few minutes alone to lick my wounds from being soundly whipped at basketball...and by a barefoot girl no less."
Tiffany pulls back so that she can look up into his smoldering eyes. "I resent that. In case you haven't noticed...I'm a woman."
Lukus can't help but break out laughing. He takes great joy in bending to lift her over his shoulder in a fireman's hold, much like he had out in the alley. "Oh, Baby...there's no chance in hell that I missed that you are all woman, but just to be sure, I'd better do some pretty thorough investigating after our shower....you know...just to make sure." Lukus can't resist slapping her now sticking-up-in-the-air ass, drawing a wonderful squeal from Tiff that shoots straight to his already too-hard cock.
'Just hang on a bit longer there, sport. I have a feeling we're finally going to get lucky here pretty soon.'
Lukus walks them through the darkened loft, lit only by a few dim lights and the Chicago skyline sifting in through the floor-to-ceiling wall of windows in the great room. He heads to his master suite and finally deposits Tiffany on her bare feet in his oversized bathroom. He briefly contemplates ripping the damn T-shirt off her and carrying her into the oversized shower to ravish her under the half-dozen shower nozzles. He suspects she'd be more than willing, but for some reason, he still feels the need to play things slow...afraid of rushing her.
"So, you take this bathroom, Tiff. You can have a nice soak in the tub or the shower is really awesome, if I do say so myself. I'm gonna go clean up in the guest bathroom. I'll lay out a fresh T-shirt for you on the bed. Enjoy...relax... and I'll meet you in the theater. I'll rustle up some snacks and drinks. Anything special you want?"
The surprise on Tiffany's face tells him she'd been expecting him to stay and shower with her. She recovers. "Whatever you have is great, although it looks like you could use a Gatorade." She smiles mischievously before continuing. "Honestly, I wouldn't mind a glass of wine if you have anything good."
"Damn. I forgot to show you the wine closet in the pantry on the tour. I knew I was forgetting something."
"Damn straight. I spent a small fortune on all this stuff. I knew it would come in handy one day when I was finally ready to impress a girl."
"Woman...impress a woman."
"We'll see. I'll reserve judgment on that until my full-body inspection is complete." He flashes her his most devilish smile.
"Sass...you are just full of sass, aren't you Miss O'Sullivan?"
She just smiles her flirtatious smile. "Well, when you swim with the sharks...you need to stay on your toes. I would hate to get bitten."
"Never fear, Baby. I hadn't planned on biting. Nibbling yes...biting, no. We're not quite ready for that yet, unless of course you're into that sort of thing. Now...I can't promise other slightly painful things won't happen to this fabulous body of yours...but I do promise this...you're gonna love them all."
Her only answer to his naughty promise is a quietly whispered "Oh, my freaking God."
Lukus can't resist leaning in and planting a tender kiss on her surprised lips before pulling back and heading to leave. Just as he's ready to close the door behind him he gets the last word in. "Don't take too long now, Tiffany. We haven't discussed punishments for tardiness yet. I'll be not-so-patiently waiting in the theater."
Lukus closes the door quietly behind him and has to stop to lean back on the door for a minute to quiet his racing heart.
'I'm so in over my head here. She is fucking amazing.... beautiful...intelligent...funny...Michael Fucking Jordan.'
Lukus finally pulls it together enough to grab them up a change of clothes and head to the guest bathroom. He enters through the middle guest room, happy to see that Derek and Rachel hadn't totally messed it up with their earlier naptime. As he opens the door to the bathroom, he's surprised to see Markus standing naked with his back to him at the toilet, taking a whiz.
"I didn't expect to see you tonight. Especially, all of you."
Markus flinches at the sound of his best friend's voice before chuckling. "Can't a guy take a piss without getting interrupted around here?"
"I'm surprised you were able to pry yourself out of your wife long enough to piss. I thought you'd be balls-deep all night."
Having finished, Markus turns around, a sly smile on his face. "Careful. I've decided to pace myself. My wife is more than satisfied. She's sleeping like a baby after getting her bedtime punishment spanking along with several make-up sessions. Thanks for leaving the hairbrush in the nightstand. By the way, tomorrow I need to pick your brain for some creative punishments that she's actually not going to like." Markus can't stop the grin from creeping in.
Lukus can't stop the chuckle. "You're really going to have your hands full; lucky bastard."
Markus suddenly gets more serious as he answers his friend. "I know I am and honestly, I have a favor to ask you, Lukus. Let's face it. You were right earlier today when you said I'd been a really shitty Dom to Georgie. I've given it a lot of thought and...well...I love Bri so much and I owe it to her to make sure I get my shit together. I know it's lame, but would you consider giving me some coaching? I mean you know me better than anyone else other than Bri....and now you know Bri. I suspect you have a handle on what direction I need to take her training. Think you could spend some time working up a plan with me?"
Lukus is truly surprised at the candid and heartfelt request from his best friend. "Wow. Who are you, and what'd you do with Markus?"
"Seriously, Markus. I never thought you'd ask me for help. You've always preferred to be the 'helper' rather than the 'helpee.' At the risk of sounding like a pompous ass, I'm proud of you. I know we've spent a lot of time together over the last few years because of the trial, but I don't think I'm telling you anything you don't already know. Things still haven't really felt the same as it was before...well before that night. I really and truly am sorry that Bri cheated on you, but I can't tell you how much it means to me that you asked me for my help. It's like...well...it feels like the old days...and I like it."
"Yeah, me too. I just wish I hadn't had to get hit over the head with a fucking sledgehammer to wake me up. Anyway, as you so wisely pointed out, I need to get back to my wife. What the hell are you doing in this bathroom anyway?"
"I just need a quick shower. Tiffany's using my bathroom."
"And...you aren't in there with her? I saw the way you were looking at her tonight. You want to fuck her."
"Hey, watch it. I do want to fuck her, but..."
"But..what?" It only takes a few short seconds for Markus to catch on. His eyes light up with mischief. "But...she's knocking you on your ass, isn't she? I can see it in your eyes. You have that 'deer-in-headlights' look about you. Like you just got run over by a fucking truck and you can't figure out why, but you actually liked it and are thinking about how you can have the truck turn around and hit you again."
Lukus wants so bad to deny it, but his best friend's description of how he's feeling right now is spot on. "Fuck. Is this how you felt when you met Brianna? I mean...let's face it. I've spent next to no time what-so-ever with non-subs like Tiff for...hell like forever. I've known for some time now that I was getting bored with the subs that would come and go through the revolving door here at the club. It's almost like I've been waiting for something to change, but I had no fucking clue what it was. Now I meet a woman who's a one-eighty from any woman I've gone out with since my senior prom and she has me acting like that eighteen year old all over again because I'm so scared I'm going to scare her away."
Markus can't help but chuckle. "Oh man...you do have it bad. I'd love to have some amazing piece of advice for you that could make it easier, but you're talking to the guy who just forgave his wife for cheating on him with her psychotic ex-boyfriend because the mere thought of living even one single day without her in my life scares the shit out of me."
The men spend a minute, each in silent thought, before Lukus quietly asks his next question. "Was it worth it? Turning in your Dom card, I mean."
"Hell yes. I'd do it again in a heartbeat if that's what I needed to do to make Bri happy. It wasn't so bad. Sure I had to give up some things, but what I gained was so much better."
"And now you get the full package. Bri wants a Dom after all." Lukus hates that he can hear the tinge of bitterness in his own voice.
"And? Who says you can't have the same thing?"
"I don't know, Markus. Tiffany isn't Bri. She's a total newbie to the whole scene. I can tell it scares the shit out of her. Who am I kidding? I scare the shit out of her." A grin comes over his best friend's face. "What the hell are you smiling at?"
"You...Lukus Mitchell...The Master's Master, needs help navigating the tricky waters with a new sub."
"Very funny. Haven't you been listening? Tiffany isn't a submissive."
"No, Lukus. Haven't you been listening? You already have your answer...you're just too close to see it. Don't make the same fucking mistake that I made. Tiffany wants to explore her submissive feelings just like Brianna does. They loan each other their iPads that are loaded up with BDSM love stories. They love the same bookmarked websites and blogs on domestic discipline and the whole D/s lifestyle. They both went to the BDSM clubs together years ago. The only difference between the two of them is Brianna was the unlucky one who met that asshole first and Tiffany had a front row seat to watch the prick abuse her best friend for years. In some ways, Jake abused Tiffany almost as much as he did Bri because she knew what was happening and felt helpless to stop him. I've known Tiff as long as I've known Bri. She was there the night I met Brianna at the benefit dinner and I'm telling you....you'll need to go slow with her...give her time to take baby-steps as you help to undo the damage that fucking asshole did, but she's been waiting for someone like you to come along. They may have different experience levels, but in many ways she's just like Brianna. She's confused by her submissive feelings and she doesn't know how to talk about it."
Lukus is furious. "I could fucking kill that bastard. It was bad enough when I knew what he did to Bri, but knowing how he affected Tiff too. It's a good thing you're on retainer, buddy, because if I manage to bump into him, I'm gonna beat the shit out of him."
"Funny you should mention it. I was gonna let the dust settle for a few days and then come hire you to dig up everything you can on the fucker. I'm going after the little prick. I should have done it years ago, but Bri talked me out of it. He's a menace and someone needs to put him down. I'm not talking contract killer shit here. I just need information and then I'm gonna use all my connections to destroy him and put him behind bars. You know damn well he's hurting other women, too."
"Fuck yeah. You don't need to hire me. I'll do it for free."
"If things work out with Tiff, you'll have as much at stake as I do. Take your shower. We'll talk tomorrow. I need to get back to my wife." Markus starts to head back towards his bedroom.
"Don't you mean your submissive?"
Markus turns back to face his best friend. "No. Bri is my wife first and foremost. Since it seems that you might be on the verge of following my footsteps into domestic bliss, I should warn you Lukus. Neither Bri nor Tiff will ever be full-timers and honestly...I wouldn't have it any other way. I love how strong Brianna is. I already told her tonight that while she may be my sub in the bedroom and I may be the head of our household, I refuse to dominate her so much that she changes who she is at her core because she's fucking fantastic. You'll need to be careful too. If you're looking to turn Tiff into a 24x7 sub, do us all a favor. Walk. Away. Now. As mad as I was at her yesterday, I love Tiff. She's pretty special just the way she is. Are you going to be happy with an equal partner outside of the bedroom?"
"If you'd asked me that question a week ago, I'm not sure what my answer would have been. But now...tonight...I already came to the same conclusion." He can't stop himself from breaking into a shit-eating grin. "She has this sass about her...a fire that I find myself attracted to...like a moth to a flame."
"Holy shit. I'm totally blown away. You aren't even trying to deny it."
"What's the point? We had an argument over a fucking brownie this afternoon and the most surprising part of it was that I loved every minute of it. What the hell is that all about? I should probably be freaking out over how quickly she's gotten under my skin, but if I'm half-way honest with myself, I haven't had this much fun around a woman in a long time."
Markus is laughing again. "This is gonna be entertaining. I'm not exactly sure who's going to be training whom."
"Very funny. Hey, before you leave, I have one more question. Where the hell did she learn to play basketball like Michael Fucking Jordan?"
"Oh, Jesus. Don't tell me that's why you need a shower? Don't ever play against her. You'll lose every damn time. Believe me. I learned the hard way."
"Too late. She already whipped my ass. So, how did she get so good?"
"You didn't ask her?"
Lukus smiles a sly smile. "We were a little busy."
"Right...well I'll let her give you all the details, but she had a full-ride scholarship to play women's basketball at the University of Michigan. It's where she and Bri met and were roommates for four years. She got good because she comes from a large Irish-Italian Catholic family. She has a boatload of athletic brothers, almost all of them cops if I remember correctly." Markus starts to chuckle. "Now that I think of it, I'd be pretty careful if I were you. They've always been pretty protective of her."
Lukus lets out a full groan. "Fucking great. Just what I need. A boatload of protective cops breathing down my neck."
"Hey, it could be worse. They could all be lawyers like me."