Celebrating it All (Punishment Pit #8) - Livia Grant Page 0,2

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’d 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 from 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 take him up on his naughty idea to steal away to the lavatory for some mile-high fun, Tiffany was saved by the voice of the captain announcing he was turning on the fasten seatbelt sign due to coming turbulence.

“Oh darn. Saved by the captain,” she retorted with her best grin.

Lukus chuckled. “Maybe you were saved this time, but I promise you, we will fuck on one of our flights over the next two weeks. There are gonna be plenty of them.”

His answer brought back some of her anxiety. “Just how many? I’ve never gone on a trip before where I had no clue what hotels we’d be staying in. How many islands in Hawaii are we visiting? Did you rent us cars? How much time do we have for our connection in Los Angeles? I…”

Lukus’s palm cupped over her mouth, bringing her string of questions to an abrupt halt. After giving her a stern look, he spoke. “Not one more word. I want you to just nod your head yes or no, got it?” He paused long enough for her to nod yes. “Good. Now, do you trust me? Yes or no?”

Another nod yes from Tiffany.

“Are you or are you not my submissive?”

Her affirmative nod yes came slower that time, but it came.

“Okay then, this is gonna be a great opportunity for us to set some new ground rules, isn’t it? We’ve not traveled together much yet. I get that you’re used to having every minute micro-managed when you travel with Brianna, but I need you to try to just relax and enjoy me pampering you. I have some surprises planned that I can’t wait to share with you, so that means you need to just loosen up and savor this time since it will be the only honeymoon either of us ever take. Can you do that?”

It was a testament to the level of trust between them that Tiffany felt the tension she’d been carrying in her shoulders loosen up. She truly was the luckiest woman on the planet. Replaying his words helped her come to the conclusion that he was absolutely right. She shouldn’t waste a single second of their vacation worrying about details she’d gladly turned over to the man she loved.

His hand was still over her mouth, waiting for