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Lukus wrenched Brianna from the relative haven of James’s arms. “Come on, sweetheart. Let me get you settled in. Stay here, James. I’ll be right back.”
Her struggles to break free as he marched her out of the office were almost comical against his strength. With each step, he sensed her becoming more fearful. “Please… no. Don’t put me back in the cage. I’m begging you. Don’t make me go back in there, Lukus! I mean… Sir.”
Ironically, she gave a sigh of relief when he walked her to the St. Andrew’s cross. She clearly had no idea the levels of punishment he could deliver to her naked body once he had her immobilized and at his mercy.
If she had a clue, she wouldn’t look so relieved.
Lukus positioned Brianna with her back against the wooden cross, snapping the rings on her wrist cuffs to a metal hook above her head. The only way she could keep her balance was to rise up slightly on her toes. He liked how the position left her completely vulnerable.
When he reached to secure the strap around her waist. For a moment, their eyes locked intimately, and her vulnerability made his breath hitch. Lukus tore his gaze away to break the dangerous connection he’d felt to his captive. Anger at his own emotional instability made his actions rough as he fastened the leather belt around her waist, making sure it was low enough to press on her already pressured bladder.
Brianna remained stoically silent as Lukus squatted to secure her ankles to the wide bottom of the crisscrossed wood. When he was done, he stared up at her naked body, assessing his work. Brianna hung painfully from her arms with only the cinched belt at her waist to provide support.
He should stand and move away. He should return to James before he did anything stupid. But his proximity to her bald pussy allowed him to catch a whiff of her musky core, freezing him to his spot. He was so close. It would be so easy to reach out to slide his fingers through the slick folds.
God damn it, Mitchell. Keep control, for Christ’s sake. This isn’t some sub here to play. She’s Markus’s wife and completely out of bounds.
Shaking his head to chase the temptation away, Lukus stepped away from her intoxicating scent before he did something stupid. He distracted himself by perusing the plethora of punishment devices on a nearby table as he tried to decide which implement was most likely to break Brianna’s resolve.
His eyes met Brianna’s as he headed back to the cross. It was easy to see the apprehension on her expressive face as she recognized what he held in his hands. She gasped as she watched him testing the tautness of the evil-looking nipple clamps on his own finger.
On autopilot, Lukus lunged forward to take Brianna’s left nipple into his warm mouth. While his large hands cupped her heavy breasts, he began to suck her nipple hard, grazing his teeth across her tender body part. He’d intended to merely tweak her nipple to make a better target for the clamp, but once he got his first taste of her, he couldn’t pull away any more than she could. His cock grew hard against the zipper of his jeans as he groaned.
Despite her own moan of pleasure, Brianna was the one who was finally strong enough to halt his insanity with a scream of warning. “Lukus, don’t touch me like this. I’m still Markus’s wife and you need to stop…now!”
Her words were like ice water, successfully waking him up to his own careless stupidity. Pulling his mouth away from her perfect C-cup breasts, he reached out and clamped on the viciously tight nipple clamp. Bri cried out from the sharp pain he knew was piercing through the tortured tip.
Deciding to use his hand instead of his mouth to perk her other tit, he pinched her right nipple until it was a nice, hard target for the second clamp. When he let the clamp snap shut, Brianna’s panting erupted into a wailing scream for several seconds until the pain settled in, turning her scream to a guttural groan.
Lukus’s cock grew impossibly hard as she screamed. He’d planned on finding some weights to attach to the chain hanging between her lush breasts, hoping to add to her discomfort. Instead, he decided his own discomfort necessitated a discreet departure. Without a backwards glance, he turned and headed back to duke it out with his friend, the devious doctor, leaving Brianna alone to wrestle with the pain in her arms, nipples, and bladder.
Chapter Thirteen
Brianna
Brianna was almost frantic by the time her husband’s best friends emerged from the office. It seemed to her they’d been closeted in there forever, but without a clock, she couldn’t tell, and the pain had made the minutes feel like hours. She was in agony and desperate for release, both from her restraints and her bladder.
Making things worse, her strapped and bruised ass was being pressed against the hard wood, sending renewed waves of heat through her weary body, resulting in confusing sensations of desire. The liquid heat gathering between her splayed legs was likely visible proof of her dilemma.
Bri waited anxiously for her captors to cross over and untie her, but when both men detoured toward the door to the stage without even so much as a glance her way, she lost it. Their faces had been hard… stormy. She prayed they were angry at each other, but she suspected their veiled rage was still directed squarely at her and that didn’t bode well at all.
“I can’t believe you left me like this!” she screamed out, trying to get their attention. “You two should be ashamed of yourselves. I know Markus doesn’t know you’re treating me like this. I demand you get me down now. Do you hear me? Lukus! James!” They were already out of sight before she shouted their names, leaving her to once again endure her pain alone.
Thankfully, it was only a few minutes before Lukus returned.
“Did you miss me, sweetheart?” His words may have been playful, but his tone was all business.
Pushing down her anger, Bri let her desperation show. “Please, Lukus. I’m begging you. Let me use your bathroom.” Brianna swallowed hard, trying to keep from crying. She was shivering, both from the chilled room and from an excitement she could neither suppress nor explain.
“All in good time. We have a few other plans for you first.” He was standing directly in front of her now, only inches away from her shivering body, close enough Brianna could feel the warmth of his clothed body and she hated how it comforted her. The seconds dragged on as they sized each other up. “Last chance, Brianna. I’m warning you—I’m gonna do whatever it takes to get you to sign those papers. It’s what Markus wants, and I owe him that. You owe him that. Will you just sign them? Please?”
She was shocked that what started as a command had become a heartfelt request. His dark eyes were softening, almost pleading with her to acquiesce. Up until now, Bri had been obstinate in her refusal to sign. She was amazed Lukus seemed to have his defenses down. She took the small window of opportunity to try to get through to him with her pleas. “I told you Lukus. I’m never going to sign for a quick divorce. Please… I know you think you’re helping Markus, but truly, I need to go home and talk to him. I need to tell him how much I love him and how sorry I am, how I plan to spend the rest of my life making this up to him. Please. I’m begging you. Give my marriage one more chance. Take me home.”
For the briefest of moments, she thought he might have been listening, might have been ready to take her home and end the insanity—but it passed. She watched as Lukus hardened, transforming himself once again into the Master’s Master.
Dragging his gaze away from her pleading eyes, Lukus made quick work of releasing first her ankles and waist before finally reaching up to unhook her wrists, allowing her feet to fully touch the ground. Her legs had fallen asleep and he had to catch her when she crumpled after being released from the cross. His hard cock pressed into her stomach as his arms held her steady and he stared into her eyes until Brianna had to look away in an attempt hide the shameful desire she feared he’d see in them.
Lukus coldly pushed her away, stooping to grab her below the waist, and effortlessly lifting her to his shoulder in a fireman’s hold. Brianna cried out from the sudden pressure on her full bladder and the sharp pulling on the chain linking her still-attached nipple clamps.
