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When she finally found herself free of the bonds holding her up, her legs crumbled under her. Strong arms embraced her, scooping her up and holding her tightly against a muscular chest. Brianna wrapped her arms around him and buried her face into the crook of his neck. That was all it took. Her Markus had come for her. She’d know his yummy Markus scent anywhere.
She was home.
Chapter Thirteen
Markus
Markus sunk to the stage floor, cradling his wife in his arms. He squeezed her tight, afraid to let her go. Twenty-four hours ago, he’d thought he’d never hold her again. He rocked her as she cried against his shoulder. When her tears slowed, he loosened his grip to reach and lift the red blindfold still covering her eyes.
His first glimpse of her beautiful face was an overwhelming relief, despite the tears streaming down her cheeks. He knew the first words he needed to say before anything else.
“I’m so sorry, Bri. I never should have done that to you, sweetheart. I just had to know. If we’re going to put this ugly shit behind us, I needed to know you’ll never cheat again. I was desperate. This was the only way I could think of to know for sure. I love you so much, it hurts.”
He half expected her to be furious at the men’s ruse. He wouldn’t blame her if she was. It had been a risky plan. He just prayed she’d give him a chance to explain.
When her tears renewed, he was at a loss. Was she angry at him for leaving her here the night before? Was Lukus wrong about her submission?
Bri finally solved the mystery when she found her words, stammering out her own apology. “I’m sorry, Markus. I’m soverysorry. I should have told you that I need to be submissive… at least some of the time. No matter how hard it was for me to talk about. I only pray you can please forgive me.”
Gently brushing her tousled hair away from her face, Markus bared his heart. “You aren’t the only one to blame. I was a Dom, for Christ’s sake. I should have picked up on your cues. I should’ve been taking better care of you and all your needs. I was just so sure you wanted nothing more to do with pain or the D/s scene after what that asshole did to you. I promise you, things are gonna be different. I just hope you’ll give me a chance to fix this.”
The love shining back at him from her chocolate-brown eyes calmed him in ways nothing else could as she responded. “Honey, this wasn’t your fault. I should have talked to you… told you what I needed. And truly, I don’t want everything to change. I love you so much and I love the life we have together. It’s just sometimes, not always… well sometimes I just need…” Bri’s voice trailed off. Even now, after all they’d been through in the last twenty-four hours, he could see she still had trouble communicating her desires.
Markus held his fingers to her lips, shushing her. “Bri, we’re gonna talk about everything… and not just once, but every single day from now on. We’re gonna learn how to communicate with each other so nothing like this ever happens again. But, here… right this minute, all I can think about is getting inside you and finishing what I’d just started. I can’t tell you how beautiful you were tonight, sweetheart… tied up… submissive. I never thought it was possible to love you more than I already did, but seeing you tonight, well… ”
Brianna didn’t let him finish his thought. She lurched forward to press her lips against his, mid-sentence, in a scorching kiss. He groaned with pent up relief as their tongues tangled and his wife ground her naked body against him in an attempt to hump him. Their kiss was so hot, it felt like it had the power to literally weld them back together.
The urge to be inside her wouldn’t be denied. He need to re-stake his claim on her—to replace any lingering memory she might have of the asshole Davenport’s brief possession. Taking charge, Markus rolled Brianna to her back, pressing her naked body into the stage floor. Her yelp as her punished ass cheeks made contact with the hard wood floor was like music to his sadist ears. The feral desire shining back at him from her expressive eyes only fed his need more.
Throwing all caution and tenderness aside, Markus grabbed Bri’s ankles, yanking them up and over her head, opening up her core to his mercy. Without prompting, Bri wrapped her arms around her legs so her ankles were resting over her head, near her ears. It was the most gorgeous sight he’d ever seen. His wife, the love of his life, and now his submissive—her slick pussy open and available for the taking.
He already felt like he was ready to explode, and he hadn’t sunk into her yet. He slid the head of his erection through her wet folds, ensuring she was ready for him. He warned her, growling, “Hold tight, sweetheart. Later, I’m going to make sweet love to you over and over, but right now, I can’t wait another minute. I’m gonna remind this body of yours who it belongs to.”
As their eyes devoured each other, Markus lunged forward, plunging his rock-hard cock balls-deep in his wife. Their joint scream of ecstasy was intoxicating and only spurred on their desperate need for each other. Markus set a fast pace as he pulled out of his wife again and again, only to surge forward harder and faster with each thrust. Their eyes never left each other as their bodies reclaimed their mate. He pushed down his vulnerability as emotional tears streamed down his cheeks, comforted by the tears in his wife’s eyes as they reconnected in the most intimate of ways.
The sex was just too hot to last for long. It only took a few minutes of fast fucking before they were both on the verge of coming.
“Yes, that’s it, Markus. You feel perfect. I needed this so bad.” Bri’s breathing was ragged.
Possessive insecurities flared. “You’re mine…onlymine. Do you hear me, Brianna?” His tone of voice left no room for negotiation.
“Yes… oh God yes. Only yours, Markus.”
“You feel so tight. So fucking perfect. Come with me, sweetheart. Let it go now. I’ve got you.”
Markus had never, in all his life, had an orgasm like he had at that moment. The combination of love for his wife and relief of not losing her combined with his pent-up desire to send him flying. Bri’s face blurred behind the white stars that exploded just as he spurted his load of hot cum deep in her womb. His guttural grunt was that of a man in ecstasy. The only thing that could make the moment better was watching the woman he loved falling into her own powerful climax.
Suddenly exhausted, he slumped into Brianna, dragging a groan from the woman literally folded in half under him. Markus finally rolled off his wife to lie on his back on the floor next to her, letting her bring her legs down before pulling her tight against his body. Neither of them wanted to stop touching each other and they spent a few minutes just catching their breath.
Only after they’d reluctantly returned to earth did Brianna bury her face against his chest and whisper, “I can’t believe we just did that in front of an audience.”
He chuckled, hugging her closer before whispering playfully back. “Don’t worry. It was a rather paltry crowd tonight and I somehow don’t think they’ll mind the show considering they’re our best friends.”
She clearly didn’t understand what he meant because Bri lifted herself off his chest to bravely glance out to see how big the crowd was. Markus followed her gaze as they both saw a tied-up Tiffany as the only patron. Even from this distance, Markus could see Tiff looked as big of a mess as Bri was. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying and she had it worse because of the large ball-gag forcing her silence. He watched as his wife and her best friend stared back and forth, each trying to communicate from afar.
Bri finally glanced back at him, a look of awe and confusion on her beautiful face. Markus answered her unasked question. “I didn’t want an audience for this. Lukus was nice enough to close down the club at the last minute for us.”
Her eyes widened with surprise. He could tell she’d been so busy reuniting with him, she’d forgotten the role his own best friend had played in the night’s events. Bri glanced around the stage, first stopping to watch Derek and Rachel, still fucking like rabbits near the back of the stage. Markus had to admire his friend’s strength at lifting his wife up off his erection as he held her in his arms before letting gravity slam her back down, impaling her over and over.
