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“Don’t be silly, Brianna. We just got here. I can see you’re cold. Let’s get inside and we’ll get you warmed up. I really think you’re gonna enjoy it here.” He shepherded her through the unmarked door, and she could feel Derek’s eyes on her backside as they walked through a dimly lit hallway that opened to a round foyer that looked like it could have been in a different building altogether. The floor was mosaic marble, the walls hung with heavy, red velvet curtains similar to those used in old theaters. In the center of the room was a circular staircase leading to a second floor. A security keypad was on the wall next to the double doors Brianna assumed led into the main club judging by the techno music pounding beyond them.
Markus navigated the place like he’d been there before, holding Brianna’s hand firmly as they headed up the stairs. She struggled to keep pace on the too-high stilettos he’d asked her to wear. She could sense Derek behind them, although she was afraid to look.
When they reached the top of the stairs, Derek moved around them, blatantly brushing against Brianna’s body as he passed by. He took the lead as they walked down a shadowy, curved hallway. They passed numbered doors and Derek stopped when they reached the one labeled ‘3.’ He produced a magnetic card and swiped it through the security pad next to the door. Once unlocked, he swung the door open and motioned for her to enter ahead of him.
Brianna tentatively went through the door, surveying the details of the unique room. There were four oversized, comfortable-looking chairs lined up in a semi-circle along the far wall, curiously facing away from the door. As she went a few feet into the room she understood why. The far end of the room was open to the large first floor and as she approached the back of the stuffed chairs, she saw they were standing in a private balcony box overlooking the club below. She could see the large, fully stocked bar as well-dressed men milled about waiting for drinks. Her attention was drawn to the two-story, red velvet theater curtains that were drawn across a mammoth, slightly curved stage that ran the entire length of the room opposite the observation boxes.
Brianna moved between the chairs to stand near the railing. A Plexiglas panel beneath the railing allowed for better viewing of the club seats below for those in private box chairs. From this vantage point, she could see much more of the first floor. She’d expected theater-style seating since they were in an auditorium. Instead she saw multiple areas with comfortable chairs and couches along with tables of varying shapes and sizes, artfully arranged for a casual feel. Only when leaning far over the railing could she make out several rows of true theater-style rows located directly under the second-floor private boxes.
While she didn’t see a dance floor or dancers, the pounding dance music continued to play. Brianna became increasingly uneasy when she evaluated the occupants of the room below. There were over a dozen powerful-looking men milling about, as if at a cocktail party. Beside them were women in varying degrees of undress, all kneeling next to the men.
Her mind reeled; had her gentle husband brought her to a sex club?
Excitement overshadowed her nagging fear as Brianna saw another couple arrive and walk up to the group below. After shaking hands with a few of the men, the well-dressed older man turned to the woman next to him and helped her to take off the long coat she was wearing. Brianna’s breath caught when she saw the woman was completely naked under the coat except for a leather collar and wrist and ankle cuffs. Her eyes were riveted as the man took what appeared to be a leash out of his suit pocket and attached it to the thick leather collar snuggly fastened around the woman’s neck. As soon as the leash was attached, Brianna watched the blonde woman fall gracefully to the floor into a kneeling position. Her legs were spread apart as she leaned back and clasped her hands behind her neck, proudly displaying her naked body to anyone who glanced her way. The man holding her leash—presumably her Master—continued to talk with the other men. He occasionally reached his hand down to gently stroke the hair of the beautiful slave obediently kneeling next to him.
Brianna’s pussy was throbbing with an onslaught of desire as she watched the scene play out in front of her. Cocktail waitresses in body-hugging corsets made their way through the crowd, taking drink orders and delivering appetizers and beverages to the Masters and Mistresses in attendance. Bri couldn’t help but notice that the corsets stopped short of covering the server girls’ breasts, but rather served as shelves to push their naked breasts up and out for all to admire. Even from this distance Bri could make out the heavy-duty nipple piercings that decorated the servers’ perky tits.
She was so lost in thought as she took in the scene below that she didn’t hear Markus come up behind her. She gasped with surprise as he placed his hands on her hips, yanking her against him. She moaned when she felt his raging hard-on pressing tightly against her ass. He slipped his arms around her, holding her tightly.
“How do you like the club so far?” he asked. “They put on a show every night. I think you’re really gonna find it interesting, sweetheart.”
Bri tried to turn around so she could see him, but Markus held her tightly facing forward, forcing her to watch as things continued to unfold below. She observed, mesmerized as most of the men took seats in the various furniture groupings close to the stage. Their leashed slave girls crawled along behind them and most knelt at the feet of their seated Master.
An older dark-haired dominant pulled the leash of his red-headed slave closer, pointing briefly to his crotch. Even from a distance, Brianna saw the satisfied smile adorning the face of the naked slave girl as she reached out and began to undo her Master’s fly, releasing him from the confines of his pants. After giving his semi-hard cock a few strokes with her hand, she dove in and greedily took the entire length of him into her mouth. Her Master continued talking with the other men seated nearby as if nothing were happening. His only acknowledgement of the blowjob he was receiving was the placement of his hand on his submissive’s head as she bobbed up and down.
Brianna’s heart was racing. She was so turned on by the scene playing out below that she could feel herself flooding her lacy panties. Her breathing was becoming increasingly short and labored the longer she drank in the sights. Markus’s hard tool pressing tightly against her back was the icing on the cake. She still hadn’t said a word. Her mind was reeling at the possible implications.
“Markus, why did you bring me here? This is obviously a sex club. We’ve never gone to a club like this.”
He continued to hold her against him painfully tight as he whispered into her ear. “I had a feeling you might enjoy a little entertainment like this, sweetheart. Tell me Brianna, are you getting turned on by what you see?”
Her uncertainty with this new Markus made her want to say no, but her body was giving her away. She was especially confused considering their brief conversation in the car on the way here, yet, he couldn’t possibly miss her lusty scent wafting up from her now drenched panties. Her body had begun to subtly rub against her husband’s hard-on pressed into her bottom. Occasional low moans escaped from between her lips as she watched the slave girl below getting a full-force face fucking. Her Master was giving her blowjob his full attention now as he roughly pushed her face down so hard that Brianna could clearly see her gagging. The lighting was just right to catch the wet tears streaming down the slave’s cheeks from her exertion and the hard use.
Markus reached up to grab Bri’s right breast just as the Master below grabbed the hair of his red-headed submissive, holding her tightly against his cock, her nose touching his stomach as he spurted his cum deep down her throat. Brianna could see the look of panic on the girl’s face as she was unable to catch a breath. Just when it seemed as if she may faint, her dominant finally pulled his cock from her mouth, allowing her to gasp wildly for air. She sputtered for a few seconds before recovering enough to show her Master the remaining cum pooling in her now open mouth before he waved his hand, presumably giving her permission to swallow.
The floor below was quickly filling up with new arrivals. The latest two couples to arrive were clearly two dominant Mistresses with boy-toys on leashes. The older of the two slave boys was wearing a cock ring. His tool was long and hard and it looked like it was ready for action at a moment’s notice. He was wearing open-ass leather chaps that displayed his red butt, heavily scored with what looked like cane welts. The sight of the welts reminded Bri of her belting at the hands of Jake earlier. She emitted a guttural moan that she hoped Markus thought was due to his pinching her nipple through the fabric of her dress.
The second Mistress was dressed in a black leather corset that accentuated her huge breasts. She was heavily tattooed and wore fishnet stockings and carried a riding crop in her left hand, pulling her young slave boy behind her with her right. He looked absolutely pitiful. Bri suspected that he couldn’t be older than twenty. Judging by the wicked welts on his naked back and ass, it was clear that he’d recently been disciplined, and his punishment was ongoing; the slave boy’s cock and balls were tightly encased in a chastity belt, probably to keep him from touching himself. He also wore a harness around his waist. Straps running from its D-rings ran between his legs to his ass and appeared to be holding in a dildo or large butt plug. The young man’s only other adornments were his wrist and ankle restraints and, of course, his collar. His Mistress took the time to unhook the leash from his collar and moved the clasp down to attach it to a hook on his cock ring. As she took off toward the bar, she yanked on the leash, pulling her slave boy behind her by his tortured cock.
Unable to contain herself any longer, Brianna reached her hands behind her to grasp her husband’s hips as he humped her through their clothes. She threw her head back to lean it against his shoulder while he groped her breasts roughly. She may have been getting over-heated with the sexy scenes surrounding her, but she was smart enough to know that tonight was her chance. She had no clue why Markus thought she might enjoy coming to a club like this, but at the moment she didn’t care what his reasons were. Now that they were here, she had her opening to confess to him that she needed him to dominate her, at least sometimes, like the slave girls below. She had a quick shot of hope that Markus would be able to fulfill all of her sexual desires so she could purge her desire for Jake’s dominance once and for all.
Bri let out a loud moan as Markus lowered his lips to her sensitive neck and began torturing her with the lethal combination of alternating sucks bordering on bites and sweet, tender kisses. Before long, she was sure he was leaving his mark on her neck and she loved it.
Markus lowered his left hand to the hem of her dress, pushing it up to gain access to her sex hidden by her skimpy panties. He only had time to stroke the length of her sopping pussy once before the lights in the theater flickered. While the people standing below them moved toward the couches and chairs to get settled for the upcoming show, her husband continued to finger her wet folds while pinching her right nipple harder than he ever had before.
Bri’s core lit on fire at his touch. Her cunt literally throbbed with her desire to be taken. Markus appeared to know what she needed as he finally brushed her clit, causing Bri to shiver with delight in his arms. At first his brushes were light and teasing, not nearly enough to push her over the cliff to a climax, but just enough to bring her to the edge. As she rubbed her ass up and down over his hard cock, she closed her eyes, blocking out everything but the feel of his fingers on her body.
Just as she was about to come, Markus unbelievably removed his hands from her pussy and nipple and simply hugged her around her waist, keeping her close to him. Bri let a groan of frustration escape just as she felt slippery fingers invading her lips. She could taste her own excitement on Markus’s fingers and was amazed how turned on she got being forced to suck his fingers clean.
Brianna finally opened her eyes to look over to the box to their left, where she could hear—and vaguely see—people having sex. She just made out the shape of a naked woman bent over the railing in front of the box seats. A large, fully clothed man was pounding an attractive middle-aged blonde hard and fast from behind. The woman had a mixed look of pain and pleasure as her dominant grabbed her hips, riding her hard. The women’s eyes met and they shared an unexpected moment of sisterly camaraderie. Brianna watched almost jealously as her neighbor got fucked exactly the way she loved the best—hard and fast.
Unable to look away, Brianna continued her role as voyeur until Markus’s tight squeezing of her hip got her attention. For the first time since their arrival, he loosened his grip on her enough to spin her around to face him. When she raised her eyes to meet his gaze, she was overwhelmed by the mixed look of sadness and anger floating in his deep brown eyes. They continued to stare into each other’s eyes for several long seconds before Markus questioned her. “Why didn’t you tell me before that you get turned on by rough sex, Brianna? I thought after your ex hurt you, you hated the idea of being dominated, of being hurt.”
She was flustered. She didn’t expect these questions. She fidgeted before finally answering truthfully. “I love you, Markus. I love how you hold me gently when you make love to me. It’s just...” She lost her nerve and looked away, glancing back to watch the woman getting plowed.
Markus reached up to touch her chin, pulling her to face him again. His hand stayed under her chin, tenderly stroking her cheek as they continued to search each other’s eyes for answers. They were trying to make sense of the raging emotions running through them as they evaluated what they’d learned about the other since their arrival.
Through halting uncertainty, Bri finally got the courage to stumble through a somewhat disorganized rant. “Just sometimes… I guess— Well, I really would like it if you would… be more aggressive. At home. In the bedroom. I want you… no… Ineedyou to dominate me. You know… spank me and stuff. At least sometimes.”
