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He had moved close to her again. “For the record, if you would have stayed within a few miles of your salon, you’d have most likely gotten away with your little fuck-fest, but since you were stupid enough to drive in your GPS-enabled SUV all the way to downtown Chicago and park at a big downtown hotel, you set off a few monitoring alarm bells. It took us all of ten minutes to pull security shots from your salon and see your ex, Jake, there to collect you for your afternoon booty-call. Add to that our tracking of your cell location as well as Jake’s cell location and we have a pretty concrete case. But just in case you’re going to try to convince me that you just went to the hotel to talk or something innocent like, say, exchange recipes, you should also know that once we decided we needed to know more about your location and activities, we enabled the recording device that my team installed in your big ol’ purse months ago.”
Lukus was in her face now, shouting at her. “Do you know what the hell it was like to sit next to Markus while we listened to your ex-boyfriend fucking you? That’s right. Your purse was close enough to the action that we could pick up on every single nasty little detail. We could hear grunting through your orgasms when his cock was shoved in your traitorous cunt and then your ass. Those things were bad enough, Brianna… but you should have seen the look on Markus’s face when he realized that you were actually enjoying being tied down… being spanked on your bare ass… even going wild when that asshole whipped you with his belt over and over.”
Oh my God… Markus was listening the entire time. He’s never going to forgive me. Never.
Finally, unable to control his anger another minute, Lukus grabbed a handful of Brianna’s long hair and whipped her head back, leaning in over her to stare down into her tear-filled eyes. “What’s it going to be, Brianna? Are you joining the club tonight or becoming a divorcee?”
She was trapped. She only had one choice that gave her even the tiniest chance of getting Markus to forgive her. With silent tears streaming down her face, Brianna answered his question. “I don’t expect you to understand, but I love Markus. I will never sign anything that makes it easier for him to get rid of me. I’m going to do everything I can to prove to him how sorry I am and how much I love him so I’ll never—do you hear me?—neversign the divorce papers.”
“Well that only leaves the other, doesn’t it?” Lukus asked, his voice deceptively soft. “I hope you know what you’re doing, little girl. You may think you can handle the punishment because you get all juicy when your jerk-of–an-ex spanks your ass for a few minutes. But you have absolutely no idea what I’m capable of when it comes to dishing out pain. Last chance.”
“I said never. I don’t care what you do to me, Lukus. I’ll never sign the divorce papers. I admit, I made the biggest mistake of my life six months ago, but I was only trying to fix it today. He’s blackmailing me!” Bri was proud of how strong her voice sounded considering the rest of her body was crumbling. She could feel the manacles cutting into her wrists as her legs deflated under her.
“Blackmail? You expect me to believe that after listening to you coming again and again? You wanted what he was dishing out, admit it. Get the pen and contract, Derek,” he ordered, his eyes still locked on Brianna’s.
Lukus reached up and unlocked Brianna’s right arm from her overhead lock, which only put more weight on her left wrist.
While Lukus waited for the contract and pen to arrive, he reached out and ripped the beautiful diamond necklace right off Brianna’s neck. The clasp was strong, and the powerful yank lightly broke the skin at the back of her neck. As he worked to take her earrings and bracelet off, he let the club members know the significance of the jewelry.
“Did you enjoy wearing all these diamonds tonight?” he asked 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 your anniversaries?”
Derek was back and placing a pen in her free hand as he stood in front of her holding a thick packet of papers. He had flipped to the last page and she saw him pointing at the signature line. She looked up to meet Lukus’s hard stare.
“What? I don’t get a chance to review the details before I sign?”
His eyes narrowed as if to warn her she was only making things worse for herself. She finally broke the stare and, knowing she was defeated, signed her name on the document.
The second she was finished, Lukus ripped the pen out of her hand and yanked her arm up to re-attach the manacle until she began to feel it again cutting into her wrists.
“Now it’s time to set your safeword,” he said. “Remember, just like every other member, you can invoke your safeword, 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 didn’t respond, he chuckled. “I’m assigning you an easy-to-remember safeword—divorce—since that’s exactly what you’ll be choosing should you use it.”
Her brain knew what the men were doing wasn’t legal. She could sue them—call the police when she finally got free. Yet, she’d gladly go through hell for a sliver of a chance at Markus’s forgiveness.
Derek returned with a large pair of sheers. For just a second he stood in front of Bri, letting her worry about what he had planned for the sharp implement. He started at the hem of her little black dress and proceeded to cut it off her body. Seconds later her bra joined her dress on the floor, leaving her standing against the whipping post in just her stockings and high-heeled shoes.
She was grateful the bright lights prevented her from seeing the audience; it was bad enough knowing they were out there, but to see them ogling her would have been almost unbearable. Then it hit 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 was thinking of Markus watching from their private box when they turned her to face the whipping post, and a moment later she felt the first sting of the bullwhip on her back. It wasn’t unexpected, but the first lash still took her breath away. Her surprise turned to raw fear when the pain of the welt grew to a deep burn. As she wrestled with the discomfort, she heard the swish of the whip in the air and then felt the searing pain of the leather marking her again, this time lower, across her ass.
She managed to absorb only four lashes before she let the sobs begin to wrack her. Lash after lash, Lukus was ruthless, only taking twenty or thirty seconds between strokes. By the seventh lash Brianna began to scream for her husband. “Markus! Please, I’m so sorry! Markus help me! Please…” As her legs were not restrained, she attempted to move away, but the manacles secured her too tight to escape the fire of the whip.
There was no rescue for Brianna. She lost count of the lashes somewhere around the fifteenth blow. She welcomed the pain as each stripe continued to pummel her back, ass, and legs. It was the strong medicine she needed to douse the blanket of guilt for hurting the man she loved.
As much as she blamed Jake for her disastrous day, she accepted the pain and punishment for her stupidity and weakness six months before. Her infidelity had set this debacle into motion, and she had no one to blame but herself for that.
Lukus only stopped when Brianna collapsed against the post, placing all of her weight on her manacled wrists. A line of warm wetness dripped down her raised arm and she heard him curse when he realized her right wrist was bleeding from where the metal had cut into her skin.
Bri was vaguely aware of Lukus removing the restraints. When she began to collapse to the floor, he scooped her up into his arms and for the tiniest of moments held her bare body against his muscular chest. While his touch on her striped skin renewed her anguish, the contact was also strangely comforting.
Lukus didn’t say a word as he carried her to a spanking bench, gently placing her face down on the padded surface, stooping to secure each leg. Only after wrapping the abrasions on her right wrist in gauze did he strap her arms down tightly. Once the final waist strap had her completely immobilized, Lukus leaned close to her ear.
“Are you ready to sign your name again yet, Brianna?”
Her answer was 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 papers. I’ll keep punishing you as long as I need to. Save yourself some pain and embarrassment. If you stay here, I’m not just gonna do torturous 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.”
She was unprepared for Lukus to reach down and stroke the folds of her pussy. She was mortified when she felt how his fingers slid easily through her copious juices. Bri hadn’t been consciously aware of her body’s reaction to her punishment at the whipping post, but there was no hiding the fact that she was soaking wet.
