Wanting It All (The Passion Series Book 1) (7 page)

After at least twenty-five licks of the paddle, Derek stops long enough to move closer to admire his work.  He lightly caresses the naughty girl’s ass, allowing her time to slow her sobbing and gain some level of control over herself.  Bri can see marks on her wrists where she’s been jerking wildly against the restraining straps, desperate to be free.  

The punishment already seems severe to Brianna so when Master Derek moves to the nearby table to trade his punishment implement in for another, Bri almost collapses.  Markus holds her upright and facing forward as she watches Derek return to the occupied spanking bench.  He takes the time to turn the bench a quarter turn in order to give everyone watching a new angle for viewing.  He then proceeds with the punishment, this time using a riding crop.  He sets a slower pace, stopping to caress the naughty slave’s back in a calming manner every third stroke or so.  The care he seems to be taking to ensure no permanent damage is comforting, and yet feels somewhat out of place to Brianna.

Red wheals now crisscross Kristen’s buttocks, and the final three hard strokes are centered on the perfect tender sit spot where her ass meets her thighs.  Her blood curdling screams through her open gag let all spectators know how painful they were. Her body is now physically shaking from the strain of fighting her restraints and the overwhelming pain consuming her naked body.  

Derek has laid the crop down on the near by table and has returned to once again massage the slave girl’s punished parts.  When he dips his hand across her wide-open pussy, he chuckles.  “I think she’s actually liking her punishment, Peter.  She’s dripping wet.  We’ll try to get her back on track tonight, but it’s clear you’re going to need to perform regular maintenance punishments to keep her behaving.”

Derek returns to the table to pick up his next implement - a leather strap that is a couple feet long and about two inches wide.  He takes a minute to test the strap against his own leather-covered thigh and once satisfied it’s what he’s looking for, he returns to a calmer Kristen.  He rotates the spanking bench a quarter turn to give spectators a new viewing angle.

He makes sure to show Kristen the next tool he’s chosen and her cry of fear resounds through the room.  Master Derek moves closer to her and places a hand on her lower back, caressing her until her fear is under control. 

Unfortunately for her, the respite is short lived. Derek brings the strap down across her ass over and over. While he’d given time between strokes before, he is now acting like a man on a mission, using his full strength to lob smacks across her beet red ass.  Ugly stripes cover her bottom and thighs from the little dimples above her ass all the way to just above her knees.

The screams coming from the naughty slave on the stage are horrific, and Brianna is shaking so hard now that she finally
collapses against her husband.   Bri is sobbing herself at the mere thought that Markus is going to allow the barbarians on the stage to do to her what they are doing to the current occupant of the bench. 

Through her sobs Brianna resumes appealing to her spouse.  She tries to turn around so she can face him, but he refuses to loosen his vice grip, forcing her to continue to watch the scene below. 

“Markus, please.  I’m begging you.  Please let’s go home.  You can give me any punishment you feel necessary, but please … you can’t let them do this to me.”  She would keep begging, but her sobs take over and Brianna finds she can no longer force the words out of her bone-dry mouth.  Her full weight is now being supported by her strong husband, but when she tries to cover her ears to drown out the tortured sobbing from below, he pulls her arms tightly behind her back to further immobilize her.  When she tries to look away, he grabs her hair and forces her to watch the whipping continue below.  

While he holds her head still, she’s able to at least divert her eyes from the stage to the other spectators on the main level.   To her amazement, she sees more than one couple fucking as they watch the punishment continue. Two submissives lie draped over their Doms’ lap getting their own bare-ass spankings.

Bri’s fear of what’s going to happen to her and Markus is palpable.  To cope, she shuts down, blocking out the violence happening all around her.  She is so scared, so confused.  Her guilt is overwhelming and she truly knows she has no one to blame but herself if her husband walks out of her life without a backward glance.   She is terrified of losing Markus. 

But layered on top of that fear is her deep-dark secret.  Her body is already betraying her as she can feel her juices flowing freely between her legs.  With each slap of the strap against the flesh on stage, Bri becomes more aware of her own wetness dripping down her inner thighs. 

Markus is obviously aware of her arousal, and surprises her by releasing his hold on her hair and instead, moves his left hand under the hem of her dress as he roughly shoves two fingers deep into his wife’s cunt.   A groan of disbelief escapes her husband before he cruelly belittles her. 

“I can’t fucking believe you, Brianna.  I bring you here to scare the shit out of you as punishment for shitting on our marriage, and you’re getting turned on like a total slut.  I’m beginning to think I don’t even know you at all.”

Markus stills the pumping of his fingers and they’re both suspended there, connected in body as they watch Master Derek flaying the wayward submissive below.  Brianna aches for her husband to resume finger-fucking her and is disappointed when he withdraws them and shoves her away.  Still unstable on her feet, she falls forward on the couch in front of them.

Brianna buries her head into the cushion and begins to sob, relieved she can no longer see the activities on the stage, although she can hear them.  Lost in her own fear for her marriage, she’s unaware of Markus’ intentions until he’s al
ready thrust deep inside her. His brutal insertion of his rock hard cock is meant to be a punishment for his wife and Brianna’s cry is heard from everyone in the club.

If they could see up into the private box, they would see a determined man pounding his wife at a punishing pace.  The anger is rolling off his body as he viciously digs his grip into her hips and pulls her body back hard to meet his forward thrusts.   There is no love in this coupling, only pain and betrayal.   It’s meant to be the ultimate punishment fuck, but within minutes Brianna’s moans of ecstasy as she explodes in a powerful orgasm show Markus firsthand how little he understands his wife’s sexual needs.  Her guilty sobs have been replaced with a litany of dirty talk that would make a truck driver blush, or at least want to jack-off.

“Oh, my God.  That’s it Markus… fuck me hard… yes… harder… that’s it, honey… oh God… thank you… I needed this so bad… I’m so sorry… so very sorry… I love you so much… that’s it… fuck me harder… yes…” Her rambling becomes incoherent as she rolls into her next orgasm.  She’s sobbing again, but she’s not sure if it’s pain, guilt or sexual release at the heart of her melt down.  

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Witnessing his wife come unglued before his very eyes pushes Markus into the most explosive orgasm of his life.  His heart feels like it could pound right out of his chest between his physical exertion and his precarious emotional state.  As he stays buried balls-deep in his wife’s traitorous pussy, the dam holding his emotions at bay finally collapses and the fearless defense attorney who can eat hardened criminals for lunch finds himself crying hot tears as he grapples with the fact that his marriage is now over. 

He only had one rule: Never be unfaithful.  Unbelievably, Brianna had broken the rule and with it, his trust.  Even if he wanted to, he knows there’s no forgetting, no making this better.

Markus briefly collapses over the back of his wife, blanketing her body with his own as he tries to squeeze out one final minute of intimacy before hardening his heart once again.  For his own sanity, he needs to reclaim the blinding anger he’s felt since discovering her betrayal.  He wants to hate her, but her continued soft cries for forgiveness are starting to get to him.  He needs to get the hell out before he does something really stupid.  

Not in a million years would he have ever thought he could walk out and leave his wife some place like The Punishment Pit.
His pain and regret are palpable, and the anger he felt seems to have left him with the cum he shot deep inside her. All that’s left is his grief over losing the woman he loves.

‘Why can’t I hate her? It would make leaving her here so much easier.’

As if they’d choreographed the scene ahead of time, the head master from the stage below comes bursting into their private box just as Markus is standing upright, pulling his cock out of his wife’s dripping wet pussy.  Brianna is still lost in her own little world of post-coital recovery and can’t see the meaningful look shared between the two men.  It’s clear to anyone watching that the two men know each other well.  Markus doesn’t even try to hide his broken heart from his dominant friend as they exchange a knowing look. Instead, he takes a minute to get his emotions under control, wiping his tears away on his dress shirtsleeve as he steels himself to be strong once again. 

Markus’ heart is racing as the moment of decision has arrived.  Even as he had arranged to bring Bri to the club, he truly hadn’t known if he’d be able to go through with leaving her here.  The thought of her being punished like the submissive he’d just witnessed turns his stomach.  If only he could forgive her, but he knows it’s too late for that now.  He could never trust her again.  Markus reluctantly nods and with that simple, defeated nod of his head, his friend’s face turns steely. 

With a final supportive glance at Markus, the Master marches to Brianna and yanks her to her feet by her long thick hair with his left hand as his right clutches her breast. Brianna is jolted back to reality as she’s forced to face the two men. Terror takes over as she realizes it’s no longer Markus touching her.  Her knees buckle again and only the Master’s support keeps her standing.

Markus steps back; protecting her is no longer his job.

When the Master finally speaks, his voice is full of venom.  “So you’re the selfish whore who cheated on my friend Markus.  I can’t say that I’m pleased to meet you considering the circumstances, Brianna.”

“Oh, no,” she says. “You’re Markus’ old college friend, aren’t you?”  Her shame is intensified as she realizes her husband has revealed the details of her infidelity to a man she’s meeting for the first time.

A menacing smile comes to his handsome face.  He looks like a man who’s clearly ready to go to battle for his friend, and Brianna is clearly his target.  His eyes never leave hers as he speaks next. “Markus, I’m glad you got one final punishment fuck in before you cut this worthless whore loose.  You… bitch… get on your knees and suck your husband’s dick clean one last time.  The entire time you’re on your knees, I want you to be thinking about how you had it all and you threw it away.” 

When Brianna is paralyzed with fear, he shoves her to her knees before Markus.  He wraps his hand behind her head and pushes her face forward as Markus puts his dick into Brianna’s mouth.  He’s no longer hard so she’s able to fit most of his tool into her mouth, but as she continues to suck his cock clean, he can feel himself getting hard again.  He hates that he still feels any measure of physical attraction to her in spite of her infidelity.  Tucking his prick back into his slacks, he tries to think of the best thing he can say at this pivotal moment to hurt his wife the way she hurt him. 

“No need to blow me, Brianna.  I need to save a little juice for the woman I plan on picking up and taking home to fuck in our bed tonight.  While you’re here getting punished by my friends, I’m going to go home, get drunk and fuck an endless string of whores just like you until it doesn’t hurt anymore.”  

The pained look on his wife’s face confirms his words are a direct hit, and Markus has to hide the sense of revulsion he feels at what he’s just said.

As his words start to sink in, Brianna once again reaches out from her kneeling position to grab onto Markus’ legs.  She’s holding on for dear life. “Oh, my God.  You can’t leave me here Markus.  Please… I’m so sorry.  I love you so much.  Please… I’m begging you.  Please let me come home with you and we can fight this out together.  Don’t give up on us, yet. I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”

Markus feels like he is going to be physically sick.  He roughly pushes Brianna back, stumbling away, out of her reach.  The Master has to step in and restrain her as she wildly fights to leave with her husband.

The Master’s voice is soft and sympathetic as he addresses Brianna’s departing husband.

“Go home Markus.  You brought her here for a reason.  Let me do my job. I got this.”

Markus feels himself hesitate.

‘Can I do this?  Can I walk away and leave her here?’
 

Markus forces himself to imagine the picture of his beloved wife getting fucked by her ex-boyfriend and he has his answer.  She made her choices and now she’s going to live with them. He is shaking with emotion as he makes eye contact with his friend.

“Lukus,” is all he can manage to say before looking down at his wife. “Goodbye, Brianna. I really did love you.”

He turns and leaves without a backward glance. 

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Brianna’s heart is breaking.   Witnessing Markus’ pain
is her final undoing.  The fact that he could walk out and leave her here tells her that she has truly lost him.  She knows she should be afraid of what’s to come, but on another level she welcomes the pain she knows she’s about to receive. She deserves it.