So Wednesday used to be known as the Hump Day of the week, but no more. Welcome to Work In Progress or #WIP Wednesday. It’s the day you get to get a sneak peek into those juicy secret projects your favorite authors have been slaving away on. If you’ve been following my last few #WIP entries, you know I’ve been working hard to wrap up book three in the Passion Series, Having it All,  and I am happy to report that I have completed the draft and turned it over to my Blushing Editor to do her magic. I don’t have a release date yet, but it shouldn’t be too long now.
Last week I shared an excerpt from Markus and Brianna’s new dungeon. This week, we’ll return to take a peek at what Lukus and Tiffany are up to.  We join them as Lukus takes Tiffany to her first show at The Punishment Pit.  Keep in mind, this is an unedited excerpt and subject to change.
Excerpt:
With each passing moment, Tiff gets more uncomfortable. In a clash of emotions, she feels both over and under dressed. She is just about to sit down in a nearby chair when Lukus pulls her forward, wrapping his arm around her waist to pull her close.
“Against my better judgment, I’m going to introduce you all to my sub and…” He stops ever so briefly to glance her way with a knowing smile before turning back to his Dom friends to finish his thought. “… and girlfriend. This is Tiffany O’Sullivan.”
Tiff’s brain tries to process his public use of the ‘g’ word, when her hand is scooped up and brought to the lips of a Dom who Lukus introduces as Master Grey. When their eyes meet, she can see both lust and humor swirling there. Tiff stumbles through the introduction. “Nice to meet you Master Grey. I guess you don’t get your name from your blue eyes.”
A round of hearty laughs startle her. Thankfully, Lukus is laughing too, although she has no clue what she said that was so funny. “Very nice to meet you, too, Tiffany. I guess I’ll forgive you for canceling Tuesday night’s poker game, Mitchell. If I had this tasty treat waiting for me, I’d skip poker too.”
From the floor below, Tiff hears the clearing of a throat and a quiet, “I heard that, you know.”
Master Grey has the decency to look guilty, and the men around him resume their hearty laugh, this time at his expense. “Get up here, woman.” he growls. His sub scrambles to her feet, and to Tiffany’s surprise, the woman has a twinkle in her eye, with a broad smile on her face.
She may be naked, but within the space of a few seconds the attractive plus-sized woman standing before them transforms from unseen submissive to confident equal. As if it were rehearsed, Master Grey leans down to grab up a skimpy robe thrown over the back of their couch and places it around her shoulders.
Once covered, the woman reaches her hand out to Tiffany. “It’s so great to meet you, Tiffany. When Grey told me why his normal poker game was canceled, I almost didn’t believe him. My name is Violet, by the way. I’m Grey’s ball and chain, as he likes to call me.”
Despite the dim club lighting, Tiff can see her eyes are the most beautiful shade of lavender she’s ever seen. “It’s so nice to meet you too, Violet. I see you come by your name naturally.”
“Well, my mother actually named me Harriet, can you believe that? Somewhere around the fourth grade I got sick of being called Harry at school and wouldn’t answer to anything other than Violet. It eventually stuck.”
Grey is pulling his wife close as he shares with the group. “It’s still one of my most effective punishments for her. Naughty girls get called Harriet in our house.”
“That’s why I’m such an angel.” Tiff can see the humor in her eyes and she feels a growing kindred spirit with her new friend.
Master Grey let’s out a snort. “Really? That’s why you’re only one count away from the heavy paddle? Take a look around you, sugar. You know the rules. You’d better watch that tone while we’re here at the club.”
Violet seems to be blossoming rather than wilting under her Dom’s power assertion. “Yes, sir.”
Tiffany is fascinated watching the couple’s power dynamics at play. While all the other subs remain at their Master’s feet, this couple stands out. There’s something familiar about them. Glancing sideways at Lukus, she sees he’s watching her carefully. He leans in to whisper against her ear. “Not all of the subs here are 24×7, baby.”
That’s when it hits her. He arranged this. As he goes on to introduce her to the other Doms in their small cluster of the audience pit, she realizes these are not just members. These are men he spends time with outside of the club – playing poker, golfing, playing basketball. These are Lukus’ circle of friends.
‘Holy shit. He’s introducing me to his friends. Introducing me as his girlfriend, not just his sub.’
Tiffany’s heart soars.
The house lights flicker, indicating the show is about to begin. Violet quickly leans close to whisper into Tiffany’s ear. “I think it’s awesome you are ‘rocking Lukus’ world’ as Grey calls it. I’ve known Master Lukus for a couple years now, and I’ve gone through the transition you are going through. Give me a call if you want to have coffee some time. I’d be happy to help you through if you find you have questions you don’t want to take to Lukus.”
“Wow, you’d do that?”
“Hell yes. There aren’t very many of us here at The Pit. We need to stick together and help each other.”
“Us?”
“Yeah. You know. Strong subs. Professional women who are leaders or managers all day long, but who want to turn over control when we get home.”
“How do you know that fits me?”
“Oh honey, only a strong woman could take Lukus on the way you have. I heard about your first visit to the club tonight. The fact that you’re still alive, standing here dressed, wearing his collar, and aren’t cowering from him speaks volumes.”
*****
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