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Her bravery quickly evaporated as she realized the fragile position she was in. She was about to burst, but there was no way in hell she could squat over the bucket to pee —not in private and certainly not with him watching her. She made up her mind to just power through. “No, thank you. I don’t need to go anymore,Sir.”
“Okay. If you say so, sweetheart.” He took her hand again in a deceivingly gentle manner and led her toward a door.
As they entered an office, the smell of coffee and pancakes jostled a growl out of her empty stomach. She glanced around, taking in the details of the homey, masculine space. The walls were lined from floor to ceiling with bookshelves holding hundreds of books. A comfortable-looking brown leather couch, comfortable-looking chair, and ottoman sat in the middle of the room.
A space between the shelves directly across from his huge desk held high-tech entertainment equipment. Upon closer inspection, she also saw what appeared to be an opening to a small elevator.
“I live upstairs. I turned the top floor of the building into one huge loft.”
Brianna tried to hide her surprise that he'd shared anything personal with her. Completing the room was a round, heavy wooden table with six padded chairs surrounding it. Decks of cards and stacks of poker chips were piled on the far side of the table and the scent of cigar smoke mingled with leather. It had the comforting, masculine scent of a man cave.
Lukus took a seat in front of the one and only plate of food placed on the table. Brianna pulled the chair out next to him, but he abruptly stopped her. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
She was flustered. She truly didn’t know what he expected of her. Suddenly more self-conscious than ever, she brought her arms up to cover her breasts and tried to hide her pussy from him.
“Do not sit at the table. You’ll kneel here and I’ll feed you what I think you deserve to eat.” When she stood staring at him as if he was from outer space, he reinforced his point. “Kneel. Now.”
He pointed to the floor and only then she saw the pillow placed there, presumably for her to kneel on. Their eyes locked in a heated stare down. Bri started out so very strong, but with each passing second of his probing gaze, she felt her resolve crumbling. She could feel the shivers beginning to shake her body and prayed that they were not visible enough for Lukus to notice. She didn’t want him to know how deeply his dominance was getting to her.
He didn’t need to say another word and it only took about thirty seconds before Bri’s determination was gone and she found herself slowly dropping to her knees on the pillow. She couldn’t bear to look him in the eye any longer, which was bad enough. She refused to let herself cry.
Be strong, if not for yourself, for Markus.
* * *
Lukus
Lukus was grateful Brianna finally looked down when she did. He needed some time to regain control over his own rambling emotions. He knew that had she continued to stare him down much longer, she would have seen his own hard edge wavering.
Why the hell am I letting her get to me?
Even though he didn’t have a steady submissive at the moment, almost every weekend one of the club members requested a private punishment or training session with Master Lukus. He never had trouble being the strict disciplinarian they expected, having mastered hardening himself against a crying submissive. Their tears, and even screams, let him know he was getting his job done while feeding his own sadism. So how could a few quiet tears in the eyes of his friend’s wife give him pause?
The answer was simple. It kept coming back to his guilt. Brianna was no ordinary club member. She had no clue what she’d been forced to sign up for, no idea of how dark his world could get. She couldn’t fathom how severe a Master Lukus punishment could be and hadn’t a hint of how much mind-blowing pleasure he could deliver to her hot, tight body.
Don’t go there, dip shit.
His stomach churned with an uncomfortable roll as he thought about the devious, humiliating plans he had for his captive. He forced aside his doubts as he reached out to cut the pancakes and sausage on his plate. After taking a few bites, he poked the fork through a morsel and held it in front of Brianna. When she didn’t open after a few moments, he ate it instead.
Lukus tried ignoring her as he grabbed his iPad, catching up on his email and current events while continuing to eat. Occasionally he stopped to offer her a bite, but she held firm in her refusal to eat from his hand.
When there were only a few bites left on his plate, he finally addressed her. “I’d think long and hard about refusing the next forkful I offer you, sweetheart, because I assure you, it will be the last food you’re offered until much later today. I have big plans for you, and I suspect you might want to keep up your strength.”
As she continued to hold her ground, defiance in her eyes, Lukus couldn’t help but be proud of her strength. It’d been a long time since he’d met a woman like the one kneeling at his feet. Just his luck, she was completely off-limits.
There were only a few bites left when he held out the next offering of food for Brianna. Anger rolled off her, yet she closed her eyes and leaned forward, her mouth open. As she slowly chewed, Lukus reached to gently stroke the top of her head as he might a faithful family pet. As expected, she flashed him a defiant look and he was sure his ensuing chuckle fueled her anger. Regardless, he fed her the remaining three bites before handing her a cold bottle of water to wash down her breakfast.
She had to be thirsty, but she sipped the water sparingly, no doubt hoping to avoid compounding the pressure on her bladder. Piss play wasn’t one of his favorite kinks but knowing it would only be a matter of time before Brianna lost the battle with her bladder turned him on nonetheless, not for the act itself, but the beautiful humiliation it would bring.
You really can be an asshole, Mitchell.
After setting the water bottle aside, his captive mustered the courage to demand answers. “What exactly is your plan? I already told you I’m not going to sign the divorce papers. Do you plan on tying me up and wailing on my ass with every punishment tool you own until you have to finally give up?”
Their eyes found each other again and, for a brief moment, the showdown was amicable. Lukus then unmasked the deviant Master he’d been reining in, hoping to scare her into putting an end to their standoff.
“Brianna, I think it’s time for you to learn there are an endless number of punishments at my disposal. Now that I know you actually get off on the pain of a well-delivered paddling, you’ve forced me to change my plan. I can’t very well punish you with orgasms, now, can I?” He waited a minute to let that sink in before finishing his thought. “Sweetheart, I hate to tell you but there are way worse punishments than pain. I’m going to enjoy introducing you to a few of those this morning.”
Lukus could tell his threat unnerved Brianna. Any other day, seeing a submissive begin to tremble with fear at his words would have him proud of his own mastery. Today, he just felt like an asshole. He was so distracted by Brianna, he’d failed to hear the light beep that should have alerted him to someone entering the club with their keycard. As a result, James’s arrival startled him.
