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“Oh my God, no, no, no. Please, Lukus. Don’t make me do this. I’m begging you.” She reached out, desperately grabbing his tee-shirt, trying to pull him to her. She was shaking her head in disbelief. Not here. Even with the club empty, they couldn’t expect her to do this here, in front of them both, splayed open and on display. Her tears were flowing again. She made a feeble attempt to lift herself off the stirrups, but Lukus easily held her in place.
His answer came in the form of a whisper against her ear. “Don’t make me get the rope to tie you down, Bri. You know you need to do this. I promise—you’ll feel better when you’re done.” All traces of anger seemed to have dissipated. What remained was concern.
As her ragged breaths became increasingly labored, James reached beneath her to deflate the balloon in her ass. He was nice enough to give her a warning before he started to remove it. “Okay, it’s coming out now Brianna.”
Brianna was physically shaking from the strain on her body, the fear of the loss of control over her most private bodily functions, and the cool air hitting her sweat-covered skin. She was squeezing her eyes closed tightly in an attempt to forget where she was long enough to allow her body to relax enough to expel. And even though she’d decided to comply and release the enema, she found her body just wouldn’t cooperate.
Several agonizing minutes ticked by. When her shaking approached actual convulsions, she vaguely heard Lukus say, “Fuck this.” He scooped her up into his arms, clutching her tightly against his warm chest. Brianna wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face against him as she let the sobs consume her. She was crying so hard she barely caught Lukus’s words.
“Go home, James. I’m sorry I dragged you down here today. I’ll talk to you later.”
Chapter Fourteen
Lukus
Lukus pushed through the door at the back of the stage, rushing through the backstage dungeon, through his office, and into the small elevator that barely fit them both. He struggled to lean down to push the button that would take them up to his loft. He prayed Brianna could hold it a bit longer or he would find himself with a major mess on his hands.
It would serve you right if she can’t hold it, you asshole.
The guilt he’d been pushing down since last night was back with a vengeance. Brianna was not an informed member of the club and she hadn’t had a clue what she’d signed up for. No matter what she’d done, she didn’t deserve this kind of humiliation. Markus was just gonna have to get his divorce the old-fashioned way—through the courts.
He’s a lawyer, for Christ’s sake. He shouldn’t need me to do his dirty work for him.
Lukus was relieved her convulsing had slowed to mere shivering by the time the elevator doors opened. He rushed through the great room in his loft, through his huge master bedroom, relieved when he finally arrived at the door to his luxurious master bathroom. He lowered Brianna’s feet to the floor, making sure she was steady before releasing her. Her eyes were closed tightly, trying to shut out what was happening to her.
“Brianna, open your eyes, sweetheart. Look at me.” All traces of his anger with her were gone and when she opened her eyes, he hoped she could see he was being sincere.
Lukus reached out to stroke a lone tear away from her cheek with the pad of his thumb. “I never should have pushed you like this. I’m sorry. I blackmailed you into putting your signature on the club papers and I know you had no idea what you were signing up for. I’m gonna leave you alone for a while. If you need me, just call out, okay?”
With her panic receding, Brianna looked weary. All evidence of her earlier strength and bravado, gone. She nodded, but as he turned to leave, she called out to him. “Lukus?” Her voice was barely a whisper. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Brianna.” He watched as she turned and closed the door behind her.
Lukus wasted no time beelining it to his well-stocked wet bar. He didn’t give a shit that it wasn’t even noon; nothing was going to stop him from pouring himself a tall whiskey. He downed the king-sized shot in one gulp, letting it burn his throat on the way to his churning stomach. He poured a second before walking away from the bar and turning toward the window.
It was this view of the Chicago skyline that had been the selling point when he bought the empty building over six years ago. He’d been looking for a space to open his club but hadn’t expected to find a place to live at the same time. He’d known he was home the first time he experienced the unfettered view from the top floor of the seven-story building. He’d spent a full year converting the first three floors into The Punishment Pit, complete with a half dozen guest apartments. The top—a high-ceilinged loft—had morphed into his private sanctuary with a small private theater, half basketball court, and full weight room.
The following year, he managed to remodel the middle floors into the new home for his already thriving security business. He’d installed a street-side entrance on the opposite side of the building from the club’s alley entrance. He’d worried it would be difficult to mesh the divergent parts of his life so closely, but he’d worried for nothing. The only downside now was that managing everything under one roof gave him little reason to leave the building.
Lukus found himself in a rare mood this morning, no doubt the direct result of being brought to his knees by the feelings caused by Brianna’s presence. The guilt he understood. It made sense to him. It was the deeper emotions that he had yet to come to terms with.
He’d left her in the bathroom, and he hoped she’d stay in there until he got his head on straight.
Lukus was a man of action, so spending time analyzing feelings was not how he’d normally choose to spend a Saturday morning. There was no other choice today. He couldn’t turn off his brain—or other body parts, for that matter—not even if he wanted to. He was enough of a realist to know he needed to face the situation, and he didn’t like where that led him.
I’m jealous, completely and insanely jealous, of Markus. Fuck me.
Like a bullet between the eyes, it hit him that Brianna was the first woman he’d met that came even close to that elusive balance of strength and submission he’d been seeking for years. In many ways, she reminded him of Mary, only she was a hundred times better. No offense to Mary, but Lukus had never once been tempted to cross the line with James’s wife in spite of frequently disciplining her in very intimate ways. While she was the right balance of strength and submission, she was never his type physically, not to mention she only had eyes for her husband.
But Brianna… hell, she was the real deal. She was the kind of woman who was the picture-perfect wife on your arm at an important business dinner and the slutty whore in your bedroom when you got home. He’d watched her struggling with her deep submissive tendencies, but she never once had let him push her to a point where she forgot who she was at her core. The defiance in her eyes as she stood up to him—the resolve that made her fight for her crumbling marriage—it made him want to turn her over his knee for a good, hard, intimate spanking and then immediately pull her into his protective arms to gently wipe away her tears and make sweet love to her.
I’m so fucked. I don’t do ‘gentle,’ ‘sweet,’ or ‘love.’
He understood why Markus was completely broken at the thought of losing her. Lukus felt the same sense of loss at the idea of her leaving, and she wasn’t even his to lose. Her big, expressive, chocolate-brown eyes. That beautiful, tight, tanned body. Hell, he usually preferred blondes, but he even loved the feel of her long, dark hair running through his fingers. He could imagine holding it in a tight ponytail, using it to pull her body back onto his cock while he fucked her hard from behind. She was so responsive he could just hear her begging him to fuck her harder. Her body was made to enjoy the delicate balance of pain and pleasure he’d spent much of his adult life learning to deliver.
Turning away from the windows, Lukus sank into the nearby lounge chair. Kicking his feet up on the ottoman, he took a long drag from his whiskey, steeling himself. It took longer than normal, but he managed to rein in his emotions.
Logically, he knew Brianna was a dead end for him. He’d already failed his friend, and the sooner he could get her out of this building and back with her husband, the better off they’d all be. He may have been a ruthless bastard, but even he knew better than to fuck his friend’s wife unless they had some sort of prior arrangement. Lukus knew Markus would never want to share his wife with anyone, not even his best friend. Not after everything that had happened. That put her off limits. Period.
