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Bri heard Lukus’s whispered, “Jesus Christ,” before he finally moved away from her, taking his probing fingers with him. Derek had moved in front of Brianna and was wedging a horrible, uncomfortable neck brace under her chin that forced her to hold her head at an angle allowing the audience to see every emotion crossing her tear-stained face. He then turned the spanking bench ninety degrees so that Brianna was squarely facing the audience. There would be no hiding for her during the next phase of her punishment. She slammed her eyes closed to try to shut them out.
Lukus wasted no more time talking. Brianna couldn’t see what implement of torture he had chosen, but after the first three strikes against her striped ass, she was pretty sure he was using a wide leather strap, judging by the feel and coverage.
The fresh agony had Brianna struggling hard against her restraints as she wailed in pain. While the first hard slaps left her ass burning, it was clear to anyone watching Brianna that the real fire had begun to migrate to another part of her body. To her incredible shame, painful screams had been replaced with feral moans of sexual desire.
God, I hate that I need this. Please, Markus, forgive me.
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Lukus
Lukus watched in amazement as he continued to dish out a full-force strapping to Brianna’s already thoroughly punished ass. In his anger, he was holding nothing back, which made the scene playing out before his eyes even more unbelievable. He, better than anyone else in attendance, knew exactly what was happening as he heard Brianna’s screams replaced by throaty groans. He switched angles and could see her pussy dripping with evidence of her arousal. With each vicious stroke he delivered, Brianna clenched her pussy in a feeble attempt to come.
Lukus was 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 enjoyed the fact that he’d managed to make a living specializing in the delivery of pain and humiliation to willing and naughty submissives. There was very little in the line of deviant sexual experiences that he hadn’t witnessed first-hand. In his line of work, what was happening to his captive on stage was actually quite common. Still, it was completely unexpected from the wife of his old friend.
He continued to deliver the hard strapping at a steady rhythm, never allowing Brianna even a slight break to try and regain her composure. She was both crying out in pain and groaning in pleasure as he pushed her, harder and ever closer to the destination he knew he was driving her to.
Under normal punishment circumstances, he’d actually be holding back to extend the sub’s punishment. But tonight, he wanted to know—no, heneededto know the truth. It took almost five long minutes of non-stop strapping to her now beet-red ass and upper thighs before he finally pushed her over the cliff into a powerful orgasm. He watched as Brianna succumbed to waves of pleasure without so much as a brush against her clit. She’d come hard from the pain alone.
Only now did Lukus realize his own discomfort from the tightness of his rock-hard cock straining against his jeans. There was no hiding his arousal from the club members and he briefly flirted with the idea of whipping his erection out and burying it deep in Brianna’s pussy. He immediately put the idea out of his mind. Despite having what some might deem a twisted sense of morality, he knew he could never touch Markus’s wife like that. He’d seen the pain on his friend’s face as another man had fucked Brianna. He wasn’t about to go there.
The irony of the situation was not lost on Lukus as he realized in the process of pushing Brianna to her limit, he may have pushed himself over his own line. It had been a long time since he’d felt this close to losing control of himself, and he was nearly overwhelmed by his need for release.
Glancing around the stage, he found Master Derek, also a hard-core sadist, was taking advantage of his wife and full-time sub, Rachel, to service his needs. His eyes lingered on the couple for a few moments as Rachel knelt in front of Derek as he face-fucked her throat. Even though Derek was more than happy to share Rachel with him, Lukus had no desire for sloppy seconds tonight. He headed backstage with plans to take his frustration out on one of the slaves-in-training instead.
As he walked by Derek, he instructed him to leave Brianna alone for now. “Just finish up with Kristen’s punishment and then call it a night,” he said. “Once the show is over, come backstage and I’ll let you know what’s next.” Lukus didn’t wait for a reply. He knew Derek would carry out his orders as soon as he finished shooting his cum down Rachel’s throat.
Lukus headed straight to his office and slammed the door with a loud bang. He was wound tight, pacing wildly, trying to calm himself. This was not how he’d expected Brianna’s punishment to go. When Markus asked for his help in making sure his wayward wife got what she deserved, he expected her to last less than half an hour before signing the divorce papers. This new turn of events changed everything. He was going to have to rethink his entire strategy if he was going to break Brianna.
But before he did that, Lukus was going to have to figure out some way to tell one of his oldest friends that he was beginning to understand, at least on one level, why his loving wife had been unfaithful. It may not absolve her of her guilt, but it did at least explain a possible motive. Lukus poured himself a drink and downed it in a gulp, hoping to take the edge off his nervousness so he could figure out the best way to tell Markus that his wife was a pain slut.
Chapter Eleven
Markus
Markus hadn’t even tried to sleep. What was the point? Waking up would just bring with it the renewed pain of losing Brianna. At least fatigue dulled the pain.
Heavy metal rock music was 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 as she was fucked by another man.
Not just another man…theother man. The same ass-wipe 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.
Markus 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 his wife 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 less-than-stellar Dom—let alone husband—material. He’d love to blame Georgie for walking out, but truthfully, she’d done 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 the thought of losing her washed 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. 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 escaped as he leaned back in the leather chair and closed his eyes to try and stop the room from spinning. The nearly empty liquor glass shook precariously in his hand.
What a fucked-up mess.
For the hundredth time since he’d left his wayward wife behind at The Punishment Pit, he began 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 prided himself on reading people, on seeing clues that others missed. It was part of what made him a good trial lawyer. Was he just not paying enough attention, or was Brianna just that good of a fucking liar?
It never ceased to amaze him just how quickly life could 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 suck from Brianna. Knowing she was the antithesis of a morning person, he’d been touched that she’d woke up early just to send him off to closing arguments with a smile on his face. Her early morning blowjob had been the best kind of start to his day.
