Expecting it All (Punishment Pit #7) - Livia Grant Page 0,43

could already feel the wetness dribbling out of her, down her inner thigh.

“I need to go clean up before we leave,” she said. But as she stood, he was already leaning down to pull up her panties and jeans. Confused, she tried to push his hands away.

“I’ve decided I kinda like you smelling like me. Pull your pants up. Let’s go.”

“Lukus! I am not going on the plane smelling like a walking orgy.”

He spun her around, yanking her into his waiting arms, clamping his finger onto the back of her neck to make sure he had her attention.

“Your Dom wants to smell his sub. More importantly, I want my cum seeping out into your panties, reminding you the whole trip that there will be a lot more wet panties in your future. Now… I’m taking the big suitcase. Grab your carryon and any last-minute things you need while I make sure everything is ready for us to leave. I’ll meet you at the elevator in exactly two minutes. You’re already going to be sitting in wet panties on the plane. I’d hate to have to add a hot butt to the long trip, too.”

His lust-filled gaze called him a liar. He’d love nothing more than to spank her ass good before they left.

Oh, who am I kidding? I’d love it too.

Too bad they were running so late.

Tiffany

“How much time do we have to make our connection?” she asked for the second time.

Tiffany had been so busy with the wedding plans that she’d been more than happy to let Lukus take care of all of the planning for their honeymoon. Only now was she starting to get anxious, realizing just how little she knew about what he had planned for them for the next two weeks.

Up until arriving at the airport, she’d just been looking forward to getting away with Lukus, but now her usual travel anxiety was kicking in. She was the organized one. The planner. She’d traveled most often with Brianna who was more than happy to let Tiffany take control over their travel agenda. So, jumping on a plane without knowing even the first thing about where they’d be staying—how they’d travel to and from the airports—how many islands they’d be visiting. It was stressing her out.

“I’ve told you, just relax and enjoy. You don’t have to worry about a single thing. I’ve got it all taken care of.”

Easier said than done.

Lukus must have noticed her resistance to his relax and enjoy plan. Leaning closer to her so the rest of the first-class cabin wouldn’t hear him, he whispered, “Do I need to take you into the lavatory and remind you who is in charge?”

Christ, she loved that gravely dominant tone he used. It had scared the bejesus out of her the day they met. Now, she couldn’t get enough of it, at least most days.

Lukus leaned in and gave her a quick kiss behind her ear. “I didn’t think so… although, maybe we should head to the lavatory anyway and try to cross the mile-high fuck off our honeymoon to-do list.”

Tiffany’s core contracted at his raunchy suggestion. She could still smell the remnants of their earlier tryst at the loft and her panties were uncomfortably damp.

She slapped his wandering hands away as she whispered back in his ear, “There is no way. One, we wouldn’t fit. Two, it’s gross in there, but most importantly, we’re too loud—everyone will know what we’re doing.”

Lukus chuckled. “And, you think that’s gonna deter me? I’ve noticed that asshole across the aisle glancing at you every few minutes. I’d love nothing more than to fuck you so wild and loud that everyone around us knows exactly how well your new husband is taking care of your more intimate needs.”

Tiff growled under her breath, “I just bet you would, but we’re not at The Pit.”

“Who the fuck cares? We’re married. We’re on our honeymoon.” Lukus looked into her eyes with a mischievous promise in his gaze as he warned her. “I think you’d better get used to the idea of me making sure as many people as possible that we meet over the next two weeks know how much I love you.”

Despite the blush of embarrassment she inevitably suffered with her husband’s public displays of X-rated affection, Tiffany wouldn’t change a thing. She adored every complex part that made up her Dominant, and as much as he often pushed her out of her comfort zone, he’d never once pushed her too far.

Tempted to