Wanting It All (The Passion Series Book 1) (12 page)

As her groans of sheer agony get louder and more frequent, James occasionally stops the flow to allow her body to accommodate the liquid before opening the clamp again.

A sheen of sweat soon covers Bri’s body, partly from the heat of the warm water filling her, but mostly from the embarrassment and physical strain of trying to retain the liquid in her body.  An undeniable sense of surrender is forming in Bri’s fragile mind, and with it an odd sort of peace. There’s something almost therapeutic in being rendered completely helpless, in being forced to comply with the cleansing her body, as if the flood inside her could wash away her sins when it leaves her body.

When the huge enema bag is finally empty, James clamps off the tube and immediately begins to squeeze a hand pump bulb attached to the hose.  Brianna feels the nozzle still shoved up her ass beginning to expand… ballooning to stretch her tightest hole to new and painful limits.   On the one hand, she’s grateful for the balloon’s presence, which acts as a dam and makes it easier to retain the water. Yet, she’s appalled that her ass is being used in this shameful manner.

James finally unhooks the plastic tubing from the balloon plugging her ass and steps back. His expression is smug as he studies her. 

‘
The asshole.’

“In case you haven’t figured this out yet, this is a punishment enema.  Lukus informs me the more traditional forms of punishment he was using were not having the desired effect.  As a basic rule, we discourage orgasms when we’re punishing our subs.  I’m pretty sure this punishment isn’t going to turn into a pleasurable experience for you.  Although, I must admit, you may experience euphoria when you’re finally allowed to expel, that is if you can get past the humiliation of expelling in front of Lukus and me.”

Brianna decides to press James again.  “It’s clear you don’t think Markus is going to be angry at you for treating me like this, but I wonder what Mary is going to say when I tell her you’re here at the club… touching me… torturing me this way.  You’re messing with my marriage and I promise you James, I’m going to mess with yours, you asshole.”

James gently laughs as he lightly presses on Bri’s distended abdomen, forcing an agonizing groan.  “Oh Brianna, you have no idea do you?  Mary is so much more than just my wife.  She’s my submissive.  She has been since we were at Northwestern together with Markus and Lukus.  She’s been on this very table receiving the exact same punishment when she was naughty too.  I must admit; I’m grateful she’s managed to remain faithful to me.  Lukus would have to hold me back from beating her within an inch of her life if she ever let someone else’s cock touch her.  Why do you think Markus isn’t here himself?  He’s a Dom, just like us and he knows he wouldn’t be able to control himself when he’s this angry.  Rule Number One for a Dom is to never punish when you’re too angry to control your own emotions.  I’m sorry to tell you, there’s no danger of Lukus or me being swayed by your tears or veiled threats.”

Her brain is misfiring from the overload of information James has just shared.   She was shocked enough to hear that Mary, the woman she’s gone out to dinner with several times, is a submissive.  How in the world had she missed all of the signs?  She seemed so confident and outgoing as the doting mother of two preteen boys.  How the hell does that work, anyway? Clearly there is more to the whole D/s scene that Brianna has no clue about.

But more surprising is James’ assertion that her husband, the always gentle and loving Markus, is a Dom.  Clearly these guys don’t know Markus as well as they think they do.   Before last night, he’d never so much as fucked her hard, let alone displayed any signs of being a dominant Master like Lukus and James clearly are.

She wants to argue the point, but the pressure to evacuate her bowels is staggering.   She closes her eyes in an attempt to calm her ragged breathing and slow her racing heartbeat.   She’s completely unprepared when the slap of the wide leather belt hits her tender pussy lips, squarely making contact with her swollen clit and drawing an anguished cry.  When she feels the second stroke of the belt make contact with her splayed cunt, her cry turns into an ear-piercing scream.   

Her eyes spring open to watch in disbelief as James pulls his arm back and delivers another full-force belting, this time striking her inner thigh.  From her vantage point, Bri can see her creamy skin immediately turn a bright red.  The force of the pain creeps up on her slowly, turning into an agonizing burn.  James continues to rain down his belt, pelting her inner thighs and pussy thoroughly.  The only reprieve from the belt comes when he leans over to grab first the left nipple clamp and then the right. As he simultaneously unclamps both tortured tits, the rush of blood through the delicate areas feels like pins and needles poking her nipples. Brianna is vaguely aware of her own screams.

James’ torment of her entire body is too much.   The barrage of vicious tortures push Brianna to that secret destination Lukus sent her to the night before on stage. As the blows from the belt continue to rain down on her swollen pussy and inner thighs, Brianna allows her mind to float away. It’s as if she’s hovering above the scene now, watching from outside her body.   As a captive victim, the pain is nearly unbearable, but as a spectator, the pain is turning into pleasure.  The ache of her full lower abdomen has pushed Brianna to the brink of the cliff.  The pressure to expel the liquids saturating her body is exquisite, drawing a long, guttural groan. 

If the need to expel has her hanging from edge of the cliff, it’s the hard slap of the leather belt that ends up tossing her over, sending her free-falling into a powerful orgasm.  Brianna is so far gone in her own pleasurable little world she completely misses her husband’s friends’ exchange.

“I don’t fucking believe it.  That was so fast I didn’t even have time to stop and hold her off.”  James is clearly upset he allowed Brianna to orgasm.

Lukus’ voice is quiet, almost shaken. “Hell, that was even faster than last night.”  He nervously runs his hands through his thick, dark hair.

In the wake of her orgasm, Bri’s breathing is turning shallow and ragged, as if she’s in distress. James is watching Bri carefully and he knows it’s time for her to expel.  Nodding to Lukus, the men each begin to release her from the restraints holding her immobile.   Once she’s free, Lukus scoops her up into his arms like he would a child and rather gently carries her towards the center stage. 

Embarrassed by her powerful and shameful orgasm, Brianna buries her face into Lukus’ neck in a childish attempt to hide, wrapping her arms around him.  She keeps her eyes squeezed shut, trying to focus on not having an accident.  She’s trying not to think about the fact that Lukus is going to expect her to use the damn bucket as her toilet.  

He surprises her by stopping midstage and effortlessly lifts her body into a sitting position, on a rather tall stool that has wide stirrups similar to the gynecological table. The stirrups are meant to hold her thighs open wide and as she takes in the details of the odd chair, she sees there’s actually no seat.  Her spread upper legs are holding her up, and just below the opening of the seat is an oversized bucket.

“Oh my God, no, no, no.  Please, Lukus.  Don’t make me do this.  I’m begging you.”   She reaches out, desperately grabbing Lukus’ tee shirt, trying to pull him to her.  She’s shaking her head in disbelief.  Not here.  Even with the club empty, they can’t expect her to do this here, in front of them both, splayed open and on display.   Her tears are flowing again.  She makes a feeble attempt to lift herself off the stirrups, but Lukus easily holds her in place.

His answer comes 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 so much better when you’re done.”  All traces of anger seem to have dissipated.  What remains is concern.

As her ragged breaths become increasingly labored, James reaches beneath her to deflate the balloon in her ass.  He’s nice enough to give her a warning before he starts to remove it. “Okay, it’s coming out now Brianna.”

Brianna is 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 body.  She’s squeezing her eyes closed tightly in an attempt to forget where she is long enough to allow her body to relax enough to expel. And even though she’s decided to comply and release the enema, she finds her body just won’t cooperate. 

Several agonizing minutes tick by.  When her shaking approaches actual convulsions she vaguely hears Lukus say, “Fuck this” before scooping her up into his arms and clutching her tightly against his warm chest.  Brianna wraps her arms around his neck and buries her face against him as she lets the sobs consume her.   She’s crying so hard she barely catches Lukus’ words.  

“Go home, James. I’m sorry I dragged you down here today.  I’ll talk to you later.”

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Lukus pushes through the door at the back of the stage, rushing through the backstage dungeon, through his office and into the small elevator that barely fits them both.  He struggles to lean down to push the button that will take them up to his loft.  He prays Brianna can hold it a bit longer or he may 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’s been pushing down since last night is back with a vengeance.  Brianna is not an informed member of the club and she didn’t have a clue what she was signing up for.  No matter what she did, she doesn’t deserve this kind of humiliation.  Markus is just going to 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 is relieved her convulsing has slowed to a mere shivering by the time the elevator doors open.
  He rushes through the great room in his loft, through his huge master bedroom and is relieved to arrive at the door to his luxurious master bathroom.   He lowers her feet to the floor, making sure she is steady before he prepares to leave her to go into the bathroom for some privacy.  Her eyes are closed tightly, trying to shut out what's happening to her.

“Brianna, open your eyes sweetheart.
  Look at me.”   All traces of his anger with her are gone and when she opens her eyes, she’s surprised to see his are full of regret. 

In a rare gentle moment for the Dom, Lukus reaches out to stroke the tears away from Brianna’s cheeks 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 going to leave you alone for a while.  If you need me, just call out, okay?”

Brianna only has the energy to nod.
  She’s grateful that Lukus finally stopped the insanity. As he turns to leave, she calls to him.

“Lukus?” Her voice is weak. “Thank you.”

He turns back to her briefly, a melancholy look on his face.  “You’re welcome, Brianna.”   He watches as Brianna turns and rushes into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

Lukus wastes no time making a beeline to his well-stocked wet bar.  He doesn’t care that it’s not even noon; nothing is going to stop him from pouring himself a tall whiskey.  He downs the oversized shot in one gulp, letting it burn his throat on the way to his churning stomach.  He pours a second before walking away from the bar and turning to 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 of the divergent parts of his life so closely, but he’d worried for nothing.  The only downside now is that managing everything under one roof gives him little reason to leave the building.

Lukus finds himself in a rare mood this morning, no doubt the direct result of being brought to his knees by the feelings courtesy of Brianna.  The guilt he understands.  It makes sense to him.  It’s the deeper emotions that he has yet to come to terms with.

He’d left her in the bathroom, and he finds himself hoping she’ll stay in there until he gets his head on straight.

Lukus is a man of action, so spending time analyzing feelings is not how he’d normally choose to spend a Saturday morning.  There’s 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’s enough of a realist to know he needs to face the situation, and he doesn’t like where that leads him.

‘
I’m jealous, completely and insanely jealous of Markus. Fuck me.’

Like a bullet between the eyes, it hits him that Brianna is the first woman he’s met in so very long that comes even close to that elusive balance of strength and submission he’s been seeking for years.   In many ways, she reminds him of Mary, only she’s a hundred times better.  No offense to Mary, but Lukus has never once been tempted to cross the line with James’ wife in spite of frequently disciplining her in very intimate ways.  While she is the right balance of strength and submissive, she was never his type physically. 

But Brianna… hell, she’s the real deal.   She’s the kind of woman who’s the picture-perfect wife on your arm at an important business dinner and the slutty whore in your bedroom when you get home.  He’s watched her struggling with her deep submissive tendencies, but she never once has let him push her to a point where she forgets who she is at her core.   The defiance in her eyes as she stands up to him – the resolve that makes her fight for her crumbling marriage - makes 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 understands why Markus is completely broken at the thought of losing her. Lukus feels the same sense of loss at the idea of her leaving, and she’s not even his to lose. Her big, expressive chocolate brown eyes. That beautiful, tight, tanned body.  Hell, he usually prefers blonds, but he even loves the feel of her long, dark hair running through his fingers.  He can imagine holding it in a tight ponytail, using it to pull her body back onto his cock while he fucks her hard from behind.  She’s so responsive he can just hear her begging him to fuck her harder.  Her body is made to enjoy the delicate balance of pain and pleasure he’s spent much of his adult life learning to deliver.

Turning away from the windows, Lukus sinks into the nearby oversized lounge chair.   Kicking his feet up onto the ottoman, he takes a long drag from his whiskey, steeling himself.   It takes longer than normal, but he manages to rein in his emotions. 

Logically, he knows Brianna is a dead end for him. He’s already failed his friend, and the sooner he can get her out of this building and back with her husband, the better off they’ll all be.   He may be a ruthless bastard, but even he knows better than to fuck his friend’s wife unless they have some sort of prior arrangement. Lukus knows Markus would never want to share his wife with anyone, not even his best friend. That puts her off limits. Period.

‘So now what?’

His first thought is to bundle her up and drive her ass home to her husband the very second she walks out of his bathroom.   He could ring the doorbell and leave her on the front porch like an unwanted puppy for Markus to find and deal with.  

But Lukus knows he can’t do that.  Not to Brianna and not to his friend.   Lukus may have never been married, but he knows a little something about the delicate balance of successful D/s relationships and if one thing is clear to Lukus, Markus and Brianna are in desperate need of help navigating through the secrets they’ve obviously been keeping from each other.  Markus may think he wants a divorce, but it’s just his wounded pride talking.  He’s the stupidest man on the face of Earth if he doesn’t wake up and fight to save his marriage with Brianna.

Finally feeling like he has a way forward, Lukus stands and heads to the kitchen, where he pours the rest of the whiskey down the drain.  He’s going to need his wits about him today if he’s to navigate through the emotional minefield he’s about to enter.   He may not be following Markus’ instructions, but if he does his job right, Markus is going to end up owing Lukus a hell of a lot more than Lukus ever owed him in the first place.

e

Brianna’s relief is overwhelming, both physically and emotionally.  James had been right about experiencing an almost euphoric high as she finally purged the overflowing liquids from her body in a rush.  It wasn’t exactly orgasmic, but it certainly stirred dark, submissive feelings within her.  Her feeling of complete surrender turned into a form of joy at the prospect of being symbolically cleansed of her sins from the inside out. 

Now that the initial wave of relief has passed, Bri has the time to contemplate the gravity of what’s happened to her this morning since Lukus took her out of the cage.  The complex emotions raging through her are beyond confusing.  Her body’s deep desire to be submissive is at war with the part of her brain that wants to reason her way out of the situation. 

Lukus and James had been so harsh, and yet on some level she accepts that she deserved most of what they put her through. So why in the world did Lukus finally cave in and rescue her from the humiliation of having to expel out in the open in front of her husband’s friends?

‘Who cares why he did it, Bri?  Just thank God he did.
’

Still, Brianna can’t stop herself from analyzing Lukus’ motives.  He tries so hard to be the strict Master’s Master, always in control of his submissives, always in control of himself.   But Brianna suspects she’s glimpsed a side of Lukus few others have seen - a vulnerable side he works hard to hide from the world.

She’s also surprised at herself. Given her history with men, it amazes her that she is now calmly analyzing what has happened rather than being in a full mental meltdown. She just isn’t quite sure what it all means.

It’s abundantly clear that Lukus is every bit as dominant as Jake has ever been, but in spite of all of the horrendous things he’s done to her in the last twelve hours, Lukus still seems somehow trustworthy. She’d seen him watching her carefully while James was punishing her. It was as if he were standing guard and making sure Brianna wasn’t actually hurt. Remembering his protectiveness makes her heart flutter.

It dawns on her then that Lukus is exactly the kind of dominant man she’d hoped she was marrying in Markus.  She sees so many similarities between the two strong men and has absolutely no trouble believing they are best friends.  Hell, they even look alike. On a professional level, Markus is as alpha-male as Lukus any day. Only in private are they different. So why in the world has Markus completely hidden his dominant nature from her?

‘
If he’d only been honest with me from the start, we might have been able to avoid this whole mess in the first place.’
 

For the first time since she left the hotel the day before, she allows herself to direct some of her frustration towards Markus.  She never would have cheated on her husband if he’d shown his true dominant nature to her from the beginning. She never would have needed Jake to scratch her itch for subservience if Markus had been doing it all along. Bri’s anger towards her husband starts to brew.

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Bri spends over fifteen minutes alone in Lukus’ private bathroom before she finally feels ready to face him again. When she tentatively opens the bathroom door, Lukus is waiting just a few inches away, leaning casually against the door jam. He has a tall glass of ice water in his hands.

He hands her the glass. “Here.  Drink this.  You haven’t drunk enough.”

The water is like heaven and she drinks it all.

For the first time since arriving at the club, Brianna feels a small sense of relief.  She still has no clue how she’s going to convince her husband to forgive her, but she knows she can’t give up trying yet. 

“So now what?” she asks, tentatively.

“Now, I take you back into the bathroom and run you a hot bath.  Then we’re going to talk and you’re going to explain to me why the hell you cheated on Markus.  It’s abundantly clear to me that you love him very much.  I have my suspicions, but I need you to hear it from you.”

“Why do you care?” she asks. “Why not let me call Tiffany and have her pick me up?  You could just get rid of me.”

“As tempting as that might be, I really do owe Markus.  He pulled my ass out of the fire this week so I’m not just going to shirk my responsibilities.  He entrusted you to me, so you’re stuck with me.”   For the briefest of moments, Lukus’ face softens before his dominant mask returns.   “Don’t think just because I’ve gone all soft all of a sudden that I’m any less pissed that you hurt my best friend.  I was there.  I saw his face when you broke his heart.   You still have a lot of explaining to do and, mark my words, if I don’t like the answers, your punishment will continue indefinitely until you sign the fucking divorce papers.  You understand, sweetheart?”

Brianna breaks into her first smile since meeting him.  “You talk big, but you really are a pretty nice guy, you know that Lukus?”

Lukus snorts and is about to answer, but Bri cuts him off, holding up her hand to silence him. “Oh don’t worry.  Your secret is safe with me.  I promise not to let anyone know the Master has a heart.”

Her gorgeous smile appears to knock the breath right out of him. Recovering, Lukus grabs her by the elbow to tows her back into the bathroom.  “Come along, little girl.  Time is a wasting.”

Lukus marches her to the sink and roots around in the cabinet below, coming out with a brand new toothbrush.  He digs in his drawer for his toothpaste and leaves her behind to brush her teeth while he heads to an oversized whirlpool tub in his luxurious master bath.  The tub is on a raised platform and Lukus kneels on the marble steps and leans in to start the water filling.   He reaches into the nearby cabinet for what looks and smells like feminine bath oils. Bri wonders just how many other women have enjoyed a bath in Lukus’ private haven.

Brianna has joined him next to the bath by the time the tub is full.  A lilac scent wafts up from the warm steam.  Lukus turns on the whirlpool jets before reaching back to assist Brianna.  She self-consciously allows the robe to drop to the floor as she climbs the steps and lowers into the bath.

A groan of unadulterated bliss escapes Brianna’s lips as the warm water begins to soothe her sore and weary body.  She immediately sinks back, closing her eyes and laying her head against the soft bath pillow conveniently waiting for her tired head.  She loses track of time as she enjoys the feel of water from the powerful jets pulsing over her aching muscles.   

She snaps back with a jolt, surprised to see Lukus still sitting on the side of the tub, his eyes watching her intently, an unreadable expression on his face.

Bri is embarrassed. “I’m so sorry.  It just felt so good I kind of lost it for a few minutes.”  Suddenly self-conscious, she lifts her knees enough to try to hide her pussy while raising her hands to cover her exposed breasts. “Are you going to sit there and watch me?  It’s kind of creeping me out.”

Lukus’ face breaks out into a broad smile. “Really? After all we’ve experienced together in the last twenty-four hours, it’s having me watch you bathe that has you creeped out?” 

Bri chuckles.  “Well when you put it that way, it does sound ridiculous.  But still, I really can take a bath by myself, you know.”

“Of course I know. But it’s been my experience that women open up better in the comfort of a whirlpool tub.   Of course, I usually like to climb in with them and, well, encourage them, if you know what I mean.   Unfortunately, that doesn’t seem to be the smartest of ideas today so I thought you could start answering some of my questions while I soap your back and wash your hair.”