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Brianna forced her brain to think of something other than the throbbing desire pumping through her pussy right now. She thought about the pain she had caused Markus and how disappointed he must have been in her. She thought about how angry she was at herself for getting sucked into Jake’s crappy plan to try to reunite with her. When the hard crack of the belt connecting with the back of her thighs pushed her still closer to tumbling over the edge, she finally resorted to thinking about her grocery list and what household chores she needed to do when she got home.
While those thoughts didn’t directly squelch her need to come, the panic over the fact Markus may never let her back in their home to even worry about groceries and cleaning did the trick of dousing her internal fire. With the panic came the full force of the pain and her crying only got worse.
Thank goodness she’d gotten a small measure of control by the time she felt his hands on each of her breasts, gently caressing her until it was time to take off the clamps biting cruelly into her tender nipples. It took several long seconds once the clamps were removed for the blood to reach the tenderized flesh, but when it did, her breasts and nipples felt as if a firecracker had exploded in each punished tip. Coping with the intense pain was threatening to push her into her next free-fall orgasm.
“Oh please, Lukus. I’m begging you. Can you at least take a break… please? It hurts so much when you make me stop from coming.”
He silently returned to his job. The next belt strike was even harder to the tender backs of her creamy thighs before she felt him leaning in close. “My name is Master Lukus during a punishment,” he growled. “And I haven’t reminded you in a while, but you know you have the power to stop this whole thing any time you want. Just safeword and I’ll throw down my belt and untie you. Hell, I’ll even let you leave with Tiffany, no questions asked.”
In her pained haze, it took a few seconds for her to make sense of what he was trying to say. She gasped when she realized he was once again trying to get her to sign the divorce papers. A piece of her heart broke. She had stupidly let her guard down, thinking Lukus had somehow changed his mind about helping Markus get the divorce papers signed. Once Lukus had understood her reasons for cheating, as crazy as they were, he’d gone out to talk to Markus… to try to get through to him about how much she loved him. To have Lukus pushing her to sign the divorce papers again after all they’d been through together today felt like a kick in the gut.
Brianna was having trouble catching her breath, which was only made worse when she could no longer hold back the sobs as fear of Markus’s divorcing her came flooding back full force. The renewed fear of her marriage ending was a more powerful punishment than any belting.
She vaguely heard Lukus mutter “Fuck” under his breath and was relieved to hear him throw his belt to the floor, ensuring she’d have at least a few minutes respite before her punishment continued. Still, she was surprised when he began to comfort her in the same way he had during her caning, with a gentle caress of his hand to the small of her back. His touch was like a balm, helping to comfort her.
“Shhh, sweetheart. It’s going to be okay.”
Damn him. How can he be so hard and punishing one minute and so tender and comforting the next?
His next words were less comforting. “Even if Markus is too stupid to realize what he’s losing, you don’t need to worry. I’ll be happy to keep up your training. We’ll have so much fun. I’m a better Dom than Markus ever was anyway.”
Brianna’s mind raced. What was he trying to say? Did he know Markus wasn’t going to forgive her and he was just trying to prepare her? If so, why would he be offering to train her? He was supposed to be getting closer to Tiffany. Was he stupid enough to think she and Tiff would actually get into sharing him? That she was just going to allow him to casually replace her husband who she was still in love with?
She felt his hands caress her ass again. His touch was gentle, but comfort turned into alarm when Lukus went from caressing her ass to nestling into the wet folds of her sex. His first touch was tentative, as if he were unsure if he should proceed, but with each passing moment his touch got bolder until he’d once again plunged several fingers into her cunt while wrapping his other hand around her body to apply pressure to her swollen clit. While the sensations were glorious, Brianna knew it was wrong. She futilely attempted to wrestle free from her bonds, but it was no use.
His hand fell away from the folds of her pussy only to be replaced by him grabbing her by her hip and pressing his hard, fully clothed erection against her ass as he hugged her from behind. His finger stroking her clit didn’t miss even a beat as he pulled their bodies as close as possible. The grinding and pumping motion of his hips left little to the imagination as he dry humped her.
She was relieved when she finally found her voice. “My God, what are you doing, Lukus?”
She felt his breath on her cheek as he leaned close. “I’m sorry sweetheart, but you’ve been teasing me with your naked body all day. I’ve been ready to explode. I can’t hold it in anymore. I need to fuck your sweet pussy.”
Her first thought was he was messing with her… teasing her to scare her as part of her punishment. That lasted until he pulled away and she heard him unzipping his pants. He was close enough she could feel his pants as he opened them and pushed them down his body.
It was almost as if she’d left her body and was hovering above the center stage. She had to detach herself from the scene in order to figure out what the hell was going on. Her panic level had skyrocketed.
I trusted him. Lukus swore he’d never hurt me and now he’s about to do what Jake would do if he were here… on stage… in front of God only knows how many witnesses who are going to get turned on thinking it’s all just part of the show.
A sudden certainty calmed her. The Lukus she had gotten to know today would never, not in a million years, take her against her will. He would die before he would allow anyone, let alone himself, hurt her. Yet, as she felt his rock-hard cock pressed between their bodies, she had to finally admit there was no possible other explanation. He’d clearly just lied to her all day to get her to trust him.
He’s just as bad… no… he’sworsethan Jake. At least Jake never tried to hide what a complete, sadist, selfish jerk he was.
A stray thought flitted through her brain. Thank God she’d found out what a total asshole Lukus was now before he could break Tiffany’s heart. It was bad enough Markus and Lukus had both ended up breaking Bri’s heart. At least Tiffany would be spared.
That was her final thought before she felt the head of his cock pressing at the opening of her drenched pussy. He’d paused as if he was contemplating if he was really going to proceed. Desperate to get through to him, she called out. “Please, Lukus. What the hell are you doing? Think about it. You can’t do this to Markus. You have to stop…now.”
When he failed to acknowledge her and continued to slide the head of his cock up and down her slick folds, she tried again to reach him. “You’re seriously going to rape me? Because that’s what this will be if you do this, you know that, right? I can’t believe you’d do this to Markus. Fuck that. I can’t believe you’re going to do this tome… to Tiffany. You told me… no… youpromisedme you’d never really hurt me. I trusted you Lukus! I trusted you.” Her final words came out in a sobbing plea.
It was as if time stood still for a moment while Bri held her breath, waiting to see if she’d gotten through to him. When she felt the head of his cock pushing against the entrance of her pussy, something inside her snapped. She’d made a promise to herself that she would never again cheat on Markus with another man and right now, that list of men included his best friend taking her against her will. As she felt him sliding inside her, slowly sinking into her wet folds, her heart broke at the loss of not one, but two men she cared deeply for. Both Lukus and Markus had truly deserted her.
In a brief moment of clarity in her otherwise incoherent state, Bri realized she had only one weapon at her disposal. Before she could second-guess the consequences, she pulled the trigger on her weapon. “Divorce! Divorce!” Her scream was piercing. It was so loud, she was sure anyone a block away must have been able to hear her. There could be no mistaking the depth of her conviction at her use of the word. She was relieved the thrusts stopped immediately.
“Markus! Stop! I know you’re trying to reclaim her, but you need to stop! It’s her safeword!” Lukus’s voice was a frantic shout. Even before she interpreted his words, she wondered how he could be talking from so far way when he had his dick buried balls-deep inside of her. Only when she felt the hard cock withdraw from her wet sheath did she truly interpret what Lukus had actually said.
“Markus? Oh my God, Markus, honey… are you here?”
Only silence greeted her, but regardless, she got her answer when she felt way too many hands quickly working to untie both her hands and legs from their tight bondage. Bri’s brain was misfiring as she tried to think back to the entire scene on stage.
Is it possible Markus has been here the whole time? Was he the one punishing me tonight?
