Wanting It All (The Passion Series Book 1) (9 page)

While Lukus waits for the contract and pen to arrive, he reaches out and rips the beautiful diamond necklace right off Brianna’s neck.  The clasp is strong and the powerful yank lightly breaks the skin at the back of her neck.  As he works to take her earrings and bracelet off, he let’s the club members know the significance of the jewelry.

“Did you enjoy wearing all these diamonds tonight?” he asks in a taunting tone. “Do you have any idea how lucky you were to have a husband who buys you expensive jewelry like this on each of your anniversaries?”

Derek is back and placing a pen in her free right hand as he stands in front of her holding a thick packet of papers.   He’s flipped to the last page and she sees him pointing at the signature line.  She looks up to meet Lukus’ hard stare. 

“What?  I don’t get a chance to review the details before I sign?” 

His eyes narrow as if to warn her she’s only making things worse for herself.  She finally breaks the stare and, knowing she is defeated, signs her name on the document.

The second she’s finished, Lukus rips the pen out of her hand and yanks her arm up to re-attach the manacle until she begins to feel it again cutting into her wrists. 

“Now it’s time to set your safe word,” he says.  “Remember, just like every other member, you can invoke your safe word, but the minute you do is the very minute I’m going to give you a pen and you’re going to sign the divorce papers. You got that?”  When she doesn’t respond, he chuckles.  “I wanted to assign you an easy to remember safe word so I’ve chosen the word ‘divorce’ since that’s exactly what you’ll be choosing should you use it.

Derek has returned with a large pair of sheers and for just a second stands in front of Bri letting her worry about what he has planned for the sharp implement.  He then starts at the hem of her little black dress and proceeds to cut it off her body. Seconds later her
bra joins her dress on the floor, leaving her standing against the whipping post in just her stockings and high-heeled shoes.  She’s grateful that the bright lights prevent her from seeing the audience; it’s bad enough knowing they’re out there, but to be able to see them watching her would be almost unbearable.  Then it hits her.  Could Markus still be here?  Did he stay to find out if she chose to take her punishment or sign the divorce papers?

She’s thinking of Markus watching from their private box when she feels the first sting of the bullwhip on her back.  It shouldn’t have been unexpected, but the first lash still takes her breath away.  Her surprise turns to raw fear when the pain of the welt grows to a deep burn.  As she wrestles with the pain, she hears the swish of the whip in the air and then feels the searing pain of the leather marking her again, this time lower, across her ass. 

She manages to absorb only four lashes before she lets the sobs begin to wrack her.  Lash after lash, Lukus is ruthless, only taking twenty or thirty seconds between strokes. By the seventh lash Brianna begins to scream for her husband.  “Markus… please… I’m so sorry… Markus help me… please.”   Because her legs are not restrained, she attempts to move away, but the manacles secure her tightly.

There’s no rescue for Brianna.  She loses count of the lashes somewhere around the fifteenth blow.  She only vaguely registers each lash as they continue to pummel her back, ass and legs.  Lukus only stops when he sees that Brianna is no longer supporting her weight and he lets out a curse when he realizes her right wrist is actually bleeding from where the manacle has cut into her skin.

Bri is vaguely aware of Lukus removing the restraints. When she begins to collapse to the floor, he scoops her up into his arms and for the tiniest of moments holds her body against his muscular chest.  While his touch on her striped skin renews her pain, the contact is also strangely comforting.

Lukus doesn’t say a word as he walks her to the spanking bench and almost gently places her face down on the padded surface, stooping to secure each leg.  Only after wrapping the abrasions on her right wrist in gauze does he strap her arms down tightly.  Once the final waist strap has her completely immobilized, Lukus leans close to her ear.

“Are you ready to sign your name again yet, Brianna?”

Her answer is weak but clear. “I told you.  I’ll never sign, Lukus.”

“Suit yourself.  We’ve only just begun. You have no chance of surviving without begging me to bring you the divorce paper.  I’ll keep you here as long as I need to.  Save yourself some pain and embarrassment.  If you stay here, I’m not just going to do painful things to your body.  I’m going to enjoy debasing you, humiliating you in ways your naughty little brain hasn’t even dreamed of before.” 

When Lukus
reaches down to stroke the folds of her pussy, she knows his stroke shouldn’t surprise her, but it does. And she’s mortified when she feels how slick his fingers are as they slide easily through her copious juices.  She hadn’t been consciously aware of her body’s reaction to her punishment at the whipping post, but there’s no hiding the fact that she’s soaking wet.

Bri hears Lukus’ whispered “Jesus Christ’ before he finally moves away from her, taking his probing fingers with him.  Derek has moved in front of Brianna and is wedging a horrible, uncomfortable neck brace under her chin that forces her to hold her head at an angle allowing the audience to see every emotion crossing her tear-stained face.  He then turns the spanking bench ninety degrees so that Brianna is squarely facing the audience.  There will be no hiding for her during the next phase of her punishment.  She closes her eyes tightly to try to shut them out.

Lukus wastes no more time talking.  Brianna can’t see what implement of pain he has chosen, but after the first three strikes against her striped ass, she’s pretty sure he’s using a wide leather strap, judging by the feel and coverage. 

The fresh pain has Brianna struggling hard against her restraints as she wails in pain. While the first hard slaps leave her ass burning, it’s clear to anyone watching Brianna that the real fire has begun to migrate to another part of her body. To her incredible shame, painful screams have been replaced with feral moans of sexual desire.

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Lukus watches in amazement as he continues to dish out a full-force strapping to Brianna’s already thoroughly punished ass.  In his anger, he’s holding nothing back, which makes what’s playing out before his eyes even more unbelievable to him.  He, better than anyone else in attendance, knows exactly what’s happening as he hears Brianna’s screams replaced by throaty groans. He switches angles now and can see her pussy dripping with evidence of her arousal.  With each vicious stroke he delivers, Brianna clenches her pussy in a feeble attempt to come. 

Lukus is the Master’s Master.  Even back when he and Markus were roommates in college, he already knew he’d always live at the darker end of the sexual continuum.  He enjoys the fact that he’s managed to make a living specializing in the delivery of pain and humiliation to willing and submissives.   There’s very little in the line of deviant sexual experiences that he hasn’t witnessed first hand.  In his line of work, what’s happening to his captive on stage is actually quite common.  Still, it was completely unexpected from the wife of a friend.

He continues to deliver the hard strapping at a steady rhythm, never allowing Brianna even a slight break to try and regain her composure.  She’s both crying out in pain and groaning in pleasure as he pushes her, harder and ever closer to the destination he knows he is driving her to.  

Under normal punishment circumstances, he’d actually be holding back to extend the sub’s punishment.  But tonight, he wants to know - no, he
needs
to know the truth.   It takes almost five long minutes of non-stop strapping to her now beet-red ass and upper thighs before he finally pushes her over the cliff into a powerful orgasm.  He watches as Brianna succumbs to waves of pleasure without so much as a brush against her clit.  She’d come hard from just the pain alone.

Only now does Lukus realize his own discomfort from the tightness of his rock-hard cock straining against his jeans.  There’s no hiding his arousal from the club members and he briefly flirts with the idea of whipping his cock out and burying it deep in Brianna’s pussy, but immediately puts the idea out of his mind.  Despite having what some would deem a twisted sense of morality, he knows he could never touch Markus’ wife like that.  He’d seen the pain on Markus’ face as another man had fucked Brianna. He’s not about to go there. 

The irony of the situation is not lost on Lukus as he realizes in the process of pushing Brianna to her limit, he may have pushed himself as well. It’s been a long time since he’s felt this close to losing control of himself, and he’s nearly overwhelmed now by his need for release.
He notices that Master Derek, also aroused, is taking advantage of his wife and full-time sub Rachel, to services his needs. His eyes linger on the couple for a few moments as Rachel kneels in front of Derek as he deep-fucks her throat. Even though Derek is more than happy to share Rachel with him, Lukus has no desire for sloppy seconds tonight.  He heads backstage with plans to take his frustration out on one of the slaves-in-training instead. 

As he walks by Derek, he instructs him to leave Briana alone for now.  “Just finish up with Kristen’s punishment and then call it a night,” he says. “Once the show is over, come backstage and I’ll let you know what’s next.”   Lukus doesn’t wait for a reply.  He knows that Derek will carry out his orders as soon as he finishes shooting his cum down Rachel’s throat.

Lukus heads straight to his office and slams the door with loud bang.  He’s wound tight and paces around, trying to calm himself.  This is not how he expected Brianna’s punishment to go at all.  When Markus asked for his help in making sure his wayward wife got what she deserved, he expected her to last less than an hour before signing the divorce paper. This new turn of events changes everything.  He’s going have to rethink his entire strategy if he’s going to break Brianna.

But before he does that, Lukus is going to have to figure out some way to tell one of his oldest friends that he’s beginning to understand at least on one level why his lov
ing wife had been unfaithful.  It may not absolve her of her guilt, but it does at least explain a possible motive.  Lukus pours himself a drink and downs it rapidly, hoping to take the edge off his nervousness so he can figure out the best way to tell Markus that his wife is a pain slut.

Brianna awakes with a start.  She’d been having a nightmare but now that she’s awake she can’t remember the details. As she keeps her eyes closed, trying to calm her racing heart, all she can remember is she’d been in trouble.  She had needed help desperately.  As the fuzziness fades, unwanted details start to flood back. 

An unidentified man had chased her into a large, dark room.  Once there, she’d been relieved to see Markus on the other side, but no matter how hard she tried to move toward him, he kept moving away from her.  She had tried calling out to him, but it was like he couldn’t see or hear her.  She was invisible to him.  When Markus started passionately kissing a scantily clad woman, she jolted awake. 

Bri stretches and both her arms and legs hit metal and the sickening realization dawns that this nightmare is real. She finds herself curled up on a thin mat lining the bottom of her 3x3x3 metal cage not big enough to stand in or even stret
ch out in fully.  Unwanted memories flood back, reminding her she’s in the backstage dungeon of The Punishment Pit. 

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here are no windows, making it impossible to tell what time of day it is. She can only guess it’s either very late or very early, as the club is finally eerily quiet.

Anger flares deep when she realizes she’s been left to sleep in a cage like an animal, a possession. 

The events of the previous day rush in on her like a tidal wave. Her betrayal, her overwhelming guilt, Markus’ deep anger, the heartbreaking pain in his eyes, his wanting a divorce, his abandonment of her, the humiliation of her punishment….

She vaguely remembers Master Derek carrying her backstage not long after Lukus had whipped her to her shameful orgasm on stage in front of everyone in the club.   He’d forcibly shoved her into the cage, ignoring her as she’d begged to be allowed to call Tiffany.  She’d waited what seemed like hours for Lukus to come check on her, but he never did.  Finally, she’d fallen asleep
.

Brianna gives in to the urge to cry.  Sobs wrack her sore body as she curls into a tight ball. Cool air brushing over her naked body causes her to shiver.

Bri rolls slightly, attempting to see if there might be a blanket or sheet in the cage to use to shelter her from the chill.  The second she rolls onto her back, she’s aware of pain running from her shoulders down to the back of her knees.

Time crawls by as she lies curled up in pain, unable to sleep.  She’s very thirsty, a little hungry and has to pee.  She last time she’d gone to the bathroom was at Hugo’s, and that seems like a lifetime ago. She wants to feel sorry for herself, but each time she does she thinks of the pain in Markus’ eyes and reminds herself that she deserves to be uncomfortable.

She can’t stop thinking of Markus, at home in their bed right now.  Is he curled up next to another woman as he said he would be?  Did he pick up a whore somewhere and take her home to their bed to fuck senselessly?   The thought of her husband with another woman causes her more pain than the severe whipping she’d received the night before at the hands of Master Lukus.   She takes a minute to pray he didn’t mean what he’d said, and that he’d just been trying to hurt her like she’d hurt him.  

Unable to find a blanket in the dungeon’s dim light, Brianna curls back up into a ball in an attempt to get warm before once again surrendering to sleep and
the vivid nightmares it brings.

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In spite of being stretched out in his comfortable king size bed, Lukus is not getting much more sleep than his captive.  After whipping Brianna into her orgasm the night before, he’d stormed back to his office just in time.  To his surprise, he’d nearly lost control on stage – something that has never happened in the over five years since he opened the private sex club.  It had taken all of his willpower to turn away from his friend’s wife without releasing his oversized cock and plunging it into her dripping wet pussy.

He rolls to his back with a groan, trying to make sense of the situation.  Lukus has always prided himself on his control - control over the submissives of the club and even their Doms at the club, control over his successful security business, control over every woman he’s ever been with.  Hell, he’s even a pro at controlling himself, a skill that has served him well.   He takes pride in being able to control his own emotions, never letting them get in the way when punishing wayward slaves, or protecting people and places guarded by his elite security team.

The confusion he feels now is unsettling, even if he understands the root cause. For the first time in a very long time, Lukus is feeling guilty.   He’d never coerced anyone to join The Punishment Pit before, but that’s exactly what he did to Brianna last night.  He blackmailed her.  He physically and mentally scared her until he broke her will, and it’s not sitting well with him.  

The irony of the timing is not lost on Lukus.  Just yesterday he’s been acquitted of physically forcing two former club subs into degrading and humiliating acts.  Throughout the nearly two-year legal ordeal, Lukus had never once felt guilty.  He’d done nothing wrong with the two women in question.  They were adults who had joined the club with their full-time Doms and had been given the complete details of what membership would entail.  For months, they’d enjoyed watching other reluctant subs being punished, but only when it was their turn to be center stage had they called the police, claiming sexual battery and rape.  

Markus had helped him draft the club’s membership contract years before so he was the perfect lawyer to defend his friends when they found themselves facing charges.  Lukus had never doubted his innocence, or Markus’ ability to get them acquitted.  Markus had quickly gotten the criminal charges dropped and then yesterday had gotten Lukus and Derek a no fault/zero damages verdict on the civil charges.

Now, not even twenty-four hours later, Lukus feels the weight of the guilt that comes from knowing that he’s truly crossed the ethical line he’s been trying to straddle his entire professional life. But he also knows he needs to push these emotions down deep.  His loyalty has to be to his friend Markus.  He can’t let the guilt over how he coerced Brianna into signing the contract change anything.  His friend wants a quick divorce so he can put his wife’s betrayal behind him. Lukus’ job is clear. He promised to get Markus a quick, uncontested divorce and that’s what he intends to do.

His resolve fortified, Lukus begins to plot out how he’s going to break Brianna.  For all their sakes, he knows the faster she signs the divorce papers the better off they’ll all be.  He’d planned on using traditional punishment techniques like spanking, paddling, bondage and whipping, but now that he knows those punishments will actually turn her on, he has to change strategy.   

As much as he dreads it, he knows the next best way to punish someone like Brianna is to layer in humiliation punishments.  While humiliation tactics are not what he would ordinarily choose for his friend’s wife, he’s going to have to head that direction if he hopes to wrap things up with Brianna quickly.  He reminds himself that she put this into motion by letting her ex-boyfriend fuck her so he really shouldn’t feel any guilt.  She has it coming. 

‘Yeah, right.  You keep telling yourself that, sport.’

Still, he has to wonder why she did it.  Before meeting her, he thought Brianna was just a gold-digging bitch after Markus’ money.  After watching her carefully last night, his sixth sense tells him it’s not that simple.  Lukus remembers that after Markus’ first marriage ended in divorce, his friend had denounced the BDSM lifestyle he’d been living and purposefully married Brianna, someone outside of their circle. 

Lukus had tried not to take it personally that Markus kept him and the entire BDSM lifestyle hidden from his new wife.  Considering how close the two men have been since college, it still seems ridiculous that Lukus had never met Brianna until last night.  He has to chuckle at the irony of Markus being unaware that the wife he’d worked to protect from his BDSM past was, in fact, a closet submissive.  

He glances at the alarm clock on the night table.  Only 5:20am.  Way too early to get up.  He needs to get some rest.  After tossing and turning, Lukus eventually drifts off into a restless sleep.

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Markus hasn’t even tried to sleep. What’s the point? Waking up would just bring with it the renewed pain of losing Brianna. At least fatigue dulls the pain.

Heavy metal rock music is pounding through the house, his silly attempt at filling the conspicuous emptiness with something, anything, that might keep his mind from hearing the torturous sound of Brianna moaning in ecstasy, begging to be fucked by another man. 

Not just another man…
the
other man.  The same ass-wipe of a man who’d almost put her in the hospital before she’d wised up and kicked him to the curb years before.  The same fucking man who’d made Brianna so afraid of rough play that Markus had been willing to walk away from the BDSM lifestyle he’d been living since college rather than risk scaring her away with the type of violence that had been part of her relationship with Jake.  

Surprisingly, he’d found it wasn’t really that hard to turn his back on his old lifestyle to live the life of a gentle, loving husband.  Until yesterday, he’d considered meeting her to be the best thing that had happened to him in his entire life. 

He’d been on a destructive path before he met Bri.  His first marriage had failed when his dominance over his submissive wife, Georgie, had gone too far.  His immature and oversized ego combined with a penchant for punishment play made for a less than stellar Dom - let alone husband - material.  He’d love to blame Georgie for walking out, but if truth be told, she did him a favor.  He’d needed the wake-up call of her leaving to get his attention.

Then came Brianna.   She was everything good to his bad.  She was innocent and young and happy - a breath of fresh air into his dark and dangerous existence.  He’d put her on a pedestal and would have given her the world if it were within his power.  He’d vowed to make damn sure his dominance didn’t ruin his second chance at love.

A fresh wave of grief at her washes over him, along with the irony of the situation. He’d married one woman who’d professed to be a submissive, but who eventually left him because he’d been too dominant for her in the end.  He’d happily given up the lifestyle when he found a woman who professed to need a gentle, loving relationship and had ended up losing her because he’d been too fucking gentle.  

An audible groan escapes as he leans back in the leather chair and closes his eyes to try to stop the room from spinning.  The nearly empty liquor glass shakes precariously in his hand.

‘
What a fucked up mess
.’

For the hundredth time since he left his wayward wife behind at The Punishment Pit, he begins replaying the last twenty-four hours over in his mind, trying valiantly to see the missed cue of why the love of his life had done the unthinkable.  He prides himself on reading people, on seeing clues that others miss.  It’s part of what makes him a good trial lawyer.  Was he just not paying enough attention, or is Brianna just that good of a fucking liar? 

It never ceases to amaze him just how quickly life can change.  In twenty-four short hours he’d gone from the highest of highs to the lowest of lows and almost every emotion in between. 

Yesterday had begun early with a good-luck fuck from Brianna.  Knowing she’s the antithesis of a morning person, he’d been touched that she’d set her own alarm to wake up early just to send him off to closing arguments with a smile on his face. His first sensation upon opening his eyes was her mouth on his cock.

After sucking him close to coming, she’d mounted him, driving his hard tool deep into her wet pussy.  Damn, he loved how she’d ridden him so seductively, leaning down often to drape trails of sweet kisses across his chest and into the crook of his neck.  She’d known he wouldn’t last long after she’d used both hands to pinch and twist his nipples. Christ, she knew how to light up his body.  She’d ridden herself to two orgasms before he finally shot an extra large load of cum deep in her pussy.  

The whole day had been too good to be true.  He had nailed his closing arguments.  He’d known the second he was done speaking that they were going to win.   It took the jury less than two hours to come back with their unanimous verdict in his favor.  The whole day had been picture perfect, right up until he tried to reach Brianna to share his good news.  She always answered his call -always.  The fact that she didn’t had set off internal alarm bells.

Had Lukus not been with him, he might have been tempted to let it go, afraid of what he might find if he dug a bit.  But his friend Lukus had had read him like a book.  Having already done a full background check on Brianna, Lukus was well aware of Markus’ earlier concerns and it only took a few minutes for Lukus to put two and two together.  He only had to make a few calls to change his friend’s life forever.

Markus knows his friend meant well. And even now, he knows that it’s best to know the truth, as fucked up as the truth may be.  But sitting here alone, drunk and broken hearted, it’s tempting to wish he could just forget, or had never known. 

‘
Don’t be such a pussy, Lambert.  You’re clearly not husband material.’

No, his marriage days are over to be sure.  His friend Lukus has the right idea. Don’t get tied down. Fuck a different woman every night.  Markus has a lifetime membership to The Punishment Pit.   He’ll surely be able to find willing submissives who won’t mind a no-strings-attached fuck when he’s in the mood.  He can help Lukus punish wayward slaves and take out his frustrations all in one.