Wanting It All (The Passion Series Book 1) (27 page)

“Lukus, what the hell are you doing?”

Her answer comes in the form of a hard swat against her breast, just catching her nipple and sending shock waves of pain and pleasure through her.  

“Excuse me?  What is my name during a punishment?”

“Sir,” she corrects herself.  “I’m so sorry Sir, but why are you touching me like this?”

“I don’t think that’s any of your concern.  I’ll punish you - use you - any way I choose to and if you are truly ready to make amends, you’ll accept that punishment gratefully as your atonement to Markus.

Brianna’s mind is racing. While it’s true she’s certainly felt a draw to Lukus’ strength, and had even reveled in the scorching hot kiss they shared in his bed this afternoon, she was sure they were well past the danger of giving into their base attraction to each other, if not for their own sakes, then for Markus.  Yet here he is, clearly confusing her by intimately touching her body. 

The pain from the slap to her breast has subsided when she feels it - Lukus’ warm mouth sucking her left tit as if he were nursing from her.  Before she can rein the feeling in, a shudder of pleasure races through her.  A low moan escapes as she feels him licking and lightly sucking on her sensitive nipple.  It’s the nip of his teeth that finally wakes her up. 

“Sir, stop it right now.  What the hell are you… OWEEIE!!!”

The pain is sudden and excruciating.  Without her eyesight, she can only go by touch, but it feels as if he’s just clamped a heavy-duty, tightly pinching nipple clamp onto her now hard nipple.  The pain is exquisite and shoots a direct line of stimulation to her throbbing sex.   The pain hasn’t settled in yet when she feels that insistent mouth drawing on other nipple.  Now, knowing what’s coming, Brianna tries to let the pleasure she’s feeling from his warm mouth calm her enough to help power through the pain she knows is soon to follow.  

The feel of Lukus’ mouth on her, sucking and nipping her pink nub is intoxicating.  Her inability to stop him enhances her feeling of submission.  Yet her brain fights the feeling that this is wrong. It’s too personal.

“Sir, why are you doing this?  Markus wouldn’t want you touching me like this.”  She’s saying all the right words, but even she can hear her lack of commitment to her chastity.  She’s been horny all afternoon and the feel of his warm mouth on her makes her want more.  Regardless, he finally does tear his warm mouth away from her nipple, quickly replacing it with the other clamp.  She was somewhat ready for it this time so when the clamp pinches her tit so tightly, only a low groan escapes her lips.  Her nipples are numbing from the clamps until she feels Lukus attaching heavy weights to first one and then the other, letting his fingers graze the tender tips.

She’s surprised when speaks softly in her ear, his lips so close she can feel his whiskers brush her cheek.  “You really like this, don’t you sweetheart?  I suspected you would.  You like being tied up, helpless… tortured and on display.”

“Oh no, Sir.  It hurts so much.  Please, take the clamps off.”

“Tsk… tsk… tsk.  You shouldn’t lie to your Master, naughty girl.  You know I can always tell when a submissive isn’t being truthful.”

“It hurts too much.  Please, I’m begging you.”  Bri can the
hear panic in her own voice as she fights to get the burn of pain under control.

“Tell me.  The pain is turning you on, isn’t it Brianna?  Never mind.  You don’t need to answer me with words.  I have my own, foolproof way of finding the truth.”

Brianna is finally getting her breathing under control from the pain in her nipples when she feels Lukus’ hand slowly caressing her welted ass, kneading it, slowly and sensuously.  It’s as if he’s admiring his earlier handiwork.  He moves lower and withdraws the butt plug an inch, moving the widest part of the plug in place to stretch the tight ring at the entry to her ass.  The feeling isn’t painful, but she’s hit with a reminder of her dirty fullness and the strong emotions that accompany her anal submission. 

After reseating the large plug, Lukus slowly slips his fingers lower, stroking her wet slit several times before dipping at least two digits deep into her cunt.  While the sensation feels wonderful, Brianna is mortified at the wet slurp as he strokes her and she cries out. 

“Oh God, no.  Please, not there.  I need to come so bad Sir, but not like this.  I need to be a good girl and wait for Markus to forgive me.”

She’s relieved when Lukus chuckles and removes his invading digits.  “Good girl.  That’s the right answer, sweetheart.” 

She briefly revels in the glow of his approval.  She smells the evidence of her arousal just before she feels his wet fingers pressing against her lips, demanding entry.  She hungrily opens her mouth to suck her own juices from his digits.  It feels so decadent to be enjoying her own taste as he spends several long seconds finger-fucking her mouth until all traces of her essence is cleaned away.

He steps away and a few seconds later she feels the sting of what she suspects is a riding crop landing across the top of her already tortured breasts.  The pain is all consuming and only the restraints keep her in place. She’s unable to defend herself from the next onslaught she knows is on the way.  She doesn’t have long to wait.  The next swing comes from the opposite direction, catching the tender underside of her breasts hard and strong. 

“Ohhhhhhh noooooo! Oh, God!”  She’s panting in an attempt to power through the pain.

While the first two swings of the riding crop had been strategically spread out, the next half dozen strikes come fast and furious, never giving Bri a chance to catch her breath.  She’s a bawling, mumbling mess by the time the strikes stop coming.  She vaguely has to acknowledge that as bad as the pain is, taking the strokes on her recently caned bottom would be worse. So, when that’s what happens, her screams let Lukus know the punishment is doing its job.

Brianna begins to release the final shred of control she’d been clinging to as the next thwack of the crop connects with her most tender spot where her butt and thighs meet, dragging a guttural cry from her. 

She feels it starting and she’s certain that Lukus has to recognize the signs as well.  His well-placed last strike has set her on her way to her happy place.  Her brain knows she’s supposed to push the feelings down, but all willpower is gone.  With each masterful stroke of the crop, she flies higher and higher.

She’s waiting for something.  Oh yes… waiting for him to warn her… to stop her from coming as he has several times today, but when his warning doesn’t come, she takes his silence as his tacit approval.

Her powerful orgasm erupts with the next strike to her welted breasts.  The torturous end of the crop connects like a bulls-eye with one of her clamped nips.  The pain pulses to her core, erupting with a red-hot explosion.  Through her sexual overload, she vaguely thinks about what a great show she’s putting on for all of the spectators tonight.  As she floats through her climax, she wonders how many other subs are getting fucked by their masters right now as they enjoy this spectacle.  

Surprisingly, Lukus isn’t chastising her for coming without permission.  Instead, the crop continues to rain down on her ass as if he’d missed the entire event, which of course is impossible considering her loud moans. As her first orgasm wraps up, she can already feel the next building.  If he continues like this, she knows it won’t be long before he pushes her over the cliff again.  She’s truthfully not sure how she feels when she hears him throw the riding crop to the stage floor, signaling that at least this phase of the punishment is over.  She could have endured a few more strokes if it would’ve meant coming again.

Her hearing is enhanced from being blindfolded, so she’s able to pick up the subtle sounds of Luku
s removing his belt as he’d done earlier this afternoon.  At the time, he’d belted her to near orgasm only to leave her wriggling with pent up sexual desire.  Funny thing is that instead of worrying about how much the belt is going to hurt on her already sore ass, she’s readying for the strokes to lead her to her happy place of all-consuming, sub-space orgasms.  They’re well worth the price of pain required to get there.  It flits through her brain that it’s only the promise of these strong orgasms that had tempted her into cheating on Markus with Jake in the first place.  She hates how much she needs them.

Lukus’ lecture starts simultaneously with the first strike of the belt falls hard across her ass.  “Why are you being punished, Brianna?”

Through her sobs, she answers with truthful remorse shining through.  “Because I did the unthinkable.  I cheated on my husband, who I love so very much, and with a total jerk who has hurt me before.  I’m so sorry.”

“And what the fuck made you do such a stupid and irresponsible thing?”

Another belt stroke rains down on Bri’s ass as the inquisition continues.  It’s distracting to have to answer his questions while fighting to keep the pain and pleasure balance from boiling over inside of her.  “I had to.  I love Markus so much, but he was too gentle.  Sometimes I
need
to be dominated.  Sometimes I
need
the pain, Sir.  It takes me to my
happy place
. Thank you, Sir, for letting me go to my
happy place
.”

“You’d better thank me, you little pain slut.  I think I told you several times today that subs do not have the privilege of coming during a punishment.  So what made you think that coming a few minutes ago was acceptable?”

“I’m so sorry.  I couldn’t hold it back, Sir.  Please, I’m going to come again if you keep belting me like you are.  I’m so close.  Please, Sir… can I come again?”

“No fucking way.  You hold it, do you hear me?”  

The next belt connection with her ass is the hardest yet and it pushes her so close to the edge she’s begun to beg him.  “Please, take a break then.  If you keep going I’ll come again.  I can’t stop it.”

“Yes, you can.  You need to learn how to control your body.  You’re a submissive.  Like it or not, that means even your orgasms belong to your Dom.  I’ll tell you when you can and can’t get off and right now, you’ll hold it and feel the full force of pain you earned by breaking your husband’s heart.”

Brianna forces her brain to think of something other than the throbbing desire pumping through her pussy right now.  She thinks about the pain she caused Markus and how disappointed he must be in her.  She thinks about how angry she is at herself for getting sucked into Jake’s crappy plan to try to reunite with her.  When the hard crack of the belt connecting with the back of her thighs pushes her still closer to tumbling over the edge, she finally resorts to thinking about her grocery list and what household chores she needs to do when she gets home.  

While those thoughts don’t directly squelch her need to come, the panic over the fact Markus may never let her back in their home to even worry about groceries and cleaning does the trick of dousing her internal fire.  With the panic comes the full force of the pain and her crying only get worse. 

Thank goodness she’s gotten a small measure of control by the time she feels his hands on each of her breasts, gently caressing her until it’s time to take off the clamps biting cruelly into her tender nipples.  It takes several long seconds once the clamps are removed for the blood to reach the tenderized flesh, but when it does, her breasts and nipples feel as if a firecracker had exploded in each punished nipple.  Coping with the intense pain is threatening to push her into her next free-fall orgasm.

“Oh please, Lukus.  I’m begging you.  Can you at least take a break… please?  It hurts so much when you make me stop from coming.”

He silently returns to his job.  The next belt strike is even harder to the tender backs of her creamy thighs before she feels him leaning in close. “My name is Master Lukus during a punishment,” he growls. “And I haven’t reminded you in awhile, but you know you have the power to stop this whole thing any time you want.  Just safe word and I’ll throw down my belt and untie you.  Hell, I’ll even let you leave with Tiffany, no questions asked.”

In her pained haze, it takes a few seconds for her to make sense of what he’s trying to say.  She gasps when she realizes he’s once again trying to get her to sign the divorce papers.  A piece of her heart breaks.  She had stupidly let her guard down, thinking Lukus had somehow changed his mind about helping Markus get the divorce papers signed.  Once Lukus understood her reasons for cheating, as crazy as they were, he’d gone out to talk to Markus… to try to get through to him about how much she loved him.  To have Lukus pushing her to sign the divorce papers again after all they’d been through together today feels like a kick in the gut.

Brianna is having trouble catching her breath, which is only made worse when she can no longer hold back the sobs as fear of Markus’ divorcing her comes flooding back full force.  The renewed fear of her marriage ending is a more powerful punishment than any belting. 

She vaguely hears Lukus’ mutter “fuck” under his breath and is relieved to hear him throw his belt to the floor, ensuring she’ll have at least a few minutes respite before her punishment continues.  Still, she’s surprised when he begins to comfort her in the same way he had during her caning, with a gentle caress of his hand to the small of her back.  His touch is like a balm, helping to comfort her.

“Shhh, sweetheart.  It’s going to be okay.”

‘Damn him.  How can he be so hard and punishing one minute and so tender and comforting the next?’