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Then the whole day had been too good to be true. He’d nailed his closing arguments. He’d known the second he was done speaking that they were gonna win. It took the jury less than two hours to come back with their unanimous verdict in his favor. The entire day had been picture perfect, right up until he tried to reach Brianna to share his good news. She always answered his call—always.
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 had read him like a book. Having already done a full background check on Brianna, Lukus was well aware of Markus’s concerns the year before. He hadn’t known Lukus’s security team still had monitors on Brianna’s movement, or that they would text their boss with damning news that would change his life forever.
Markus knew his friend meant well. And even now, he knew that it was best to know the truth, as fucked-up as the truth may be. But sitting here alone, drunk, and broken hearted, it was 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 were over to be sure. Lukus had the right idea. Don’t get tied down. Fuck a different woman every night. Markus had a lifetime membership to The Punishment Pit. He’d surely be able to find willing submissives who wouldn’t mind a no-strings-attached fuck when he was in the mood. He could help Lukus punish wayward slaves and take out his frustrations all in one.
Yes, he’d been a fool to think he could live happily ever after with his beautiful wife. Hell, they’d even been talking about starting a family soon. He felt pain for the end of yet another dream, but told himself that maybe men like him didn’t deserve to have it all.
Finally worn down by his own self-loathing, Markus stumbled to his feet, dropping the now empty glass on the carpeted floor. He tripped over the many broken items he vaguely remembered throwing a few hours earlier. The large mirror above the fireplace was shattered and he cursed in pain as his bare foot encountered a shard of Brianna’s favorite vase.
He somehow navigated safely to the guest bath near the kitchen and found an old prescription bottle of Ambien in the medicine cabinet. More than anything, he needed to shut his brain down and turn off the memories, both good and bad. Ambien combined with the staggering amount of alcohol in his system should do the trick. He washed the tiny pill down with the last lukewarm swig from a beer he’d left in the bathroom earlier and stopped to take a whiz before returning to the great room. He collapsed facedown onto the leather sofa. Relief finally came in the form of a drug-induced sleep.
* * *
Lukus
In spite of being stretched out in his comfortable king-size bed, Lukus suspected he wasn’t getting much more sleep than his captive. After whipping Brianna to orgasm the night before, he’d stormed back to his office just in time. He’d nearly lost control on stage—something that had never happened in the over five years since he’d 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 rolled to his back with a groan, trying to make sense of the situation. Lukus had 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’d ever been with. Hell, he was even a pro at self-discipline, a skill that had served him well. He took 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 felt now was unsettling, even if he did understand the root cause. For the first time in what felt like forever, Lukus felt guilty. He’d never coerced anyone to join The Punishment Pit before, but that was exactly what he’d done to Brianna last night. He’d blackmailed her. He’d physically and mentally scared her until he’d broken her will, and it was not sitting well with him.
The irony of the timing was not lost on Lukus. Just yesterday he’d been acquitted of physically forcing two former club subs into degrading and humiliating acts. Throughout the nearly year-long 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 assault.
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’s 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 felt the weight of guilt that came from knowing that he’d truly crossed the ethical line he’d been trying to straddle his entire professional life. But, worse, he also knew he needed to push these emotions down deep. His loyalty had to be to his friend, Markus. He couldn’t let the guilt over how he’d coerced Brianna into signing the contract change anything. His friend wanted a quick divorce so he could put his wife’s betrayal behind him. Lukus’s job was clear. He’d promised to get Markus a quick, uncontested divorce and that was what he intended to do.
His resolve fortified, Lukus began to plot out how he was going to break Brianna. For all their sakes, he knew the faster she signed the divorce papers, the better off they’d all be. He’d planned on using traditional punishment techniques like spanking, paddling, bondage, and whipping, but now that he knew those punishments would actually turn her on, he had to change strategy.
As much as he dreaded it, he knew the next best way to punish someone like Brianna was to layer in humiliation punishments. While humiliation tactics were not what he would ordinarily choose for his friend’s wife, he was going to have to head that direction if he hoped to wrap things up with Brianna quickly. He reminded himself that she had put this into motion by letting her ex-boyfriend fuck her so he really shouldn’t feel any guilt. She had it coming.
Yeah, right. You keep telling yourself that, sport.
Still, he had to wonder why she’d done it. Had it truly just been her craving for pain? Before meeting her, he’d thought Brianna was just a gold-digging bitch after Markus’s money. After watching her carefully last night, his sixth sense told him it wasn’t that simple. Lukus remembered that after Markus’s 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 had been since college, it still seemed ridiculous that Lukus had never met Brianna until last night. He had 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 glanced at the alarm clock on the night table. Only 5:20am. Way too early to get up. He needed to get some rest. After tossing and turning, Lukus eventually drifted off into a restless sleep.
* * *
When Lukus awoke a short hour later, it hit him—the perfect plan to move Brianna closer to signing the divorce papers as quickly as possible. He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t thought of it earlier. It was still early on a Saturday morning, but after a few minutes of plotting, he reached for his cell phone to make a call to put things into motion.
He scrolled through his many contacts until he found the number for Dr. James Chambers. HittingCALLhe sat upright on the side of the bed, his morning hard-on jutting out from his muscular body.
The call was just about to rollover to voicemail when he heard his friend answer. “Lukus, you better have a damn good reason to be calling me before seven on a Saturday morning.”
Lukus chuckled. “I missed you, too, James.”
“Fuck you. You know I’ve never been a morning person, and this is my day to sleep in. You’d better be at the hospital about to bleed out if you’re calling this early.”
Lukus could hear a woman’s sleepy voice in the background. “Who is it, sir?”
“It’s just Master Lukus. Go back to sleep, baby. You should be able to get another hour in before the kids wake up,” his friend answered.
