Wanting It All Ch. 04byLBGrant©
Thank you to those of you following the story, voting and commenting. Once again, a chapter heavy in non-consent/reluctance. If that's not your thing, beware.
Brianna awakes with a start. She'd been having a nightmare. It was one of those dreams that once awake, she couldn't quite remember every detail. As she keeps her eyes closed, trying to calm her racing heart, all she can remember is she'd been in trouble. She had needed help desperately. As the fuzziness fades, unwanted details start to flood back.
An unidentified man had chased her into a large, dark room. Once there, she had been relieved to see Markus across the room, but no matter how hard she tried to move toward him, he kept moving away from her. She had tried calling out to him, but it was like he couldn't even hear her....couldn't see her. She was invisible to him. She remembers she'd finally jolted awake when she watched in horror as Markus started passionately kissing a scantily clad woman.
Now that she's awake, Bri stretches and immediately both her arms and legs hit metal. Opening her eyes in a disoriented panic, she is immediately hit with her real life nightmare which is, unfortunately, much worse than her dream. She finds herself curled up on a thin mat lining the bottom of her 4x4x4 metal cage. A cage not big enough to stand in or even stretch out fully. With alarm, unwanted memories flood back reminding her she's in the backstage dungeon of The Punishment Pit.
As there are no windows, it's difficult to gage what time it might be. She can only guess it's either very late night or early morning as the previously clamorous club is finally quiet. The pounding music has stopped and no one is moving about.
Anger flares deep when she realizes that she's been left here to sleep in a cage like an animal...a possession.
The events from the night before come flooding in on her like a tidal wave....one huge wave of regret crashing after another. Her betrayal...her overwhelming guilt...Markus' deep anger...the heartbreaking pain in his eyes...he wants a divorce...he left her here, alone...to face the physical pain...the humiliation of her punishment.
She vaguely remembers Master Derek carrying her backstage not long after Lukus had whipped her to her shameful orgasm on stage in front of everyone in the club. He had forcibly shoved her into the cage. She had begged him to let her call Tiffany to come pick her up, but he had locked her in without so much as a backward glance. She'd waited what seemed like hours for Lukus to come check on her, but he never did. She must have finally fallen asleep, never having seen him return to the dungeon.
Brianna gives in to the urge to cry. Waves of fresh tears rack her sore body as she curls into a tight ball until a draft of cool air brushes over her naked body, causing a shiver.
It's dark in the dungeon with only dim lighting emerging from a nearby floor lamp, casting eerie shadows across the space. Bri rolls slightly, attempting to see if there might be a blanket or sheet in the cage to use to shelter her from the chill. The second she rolls onto her back, she is hit with a fire storm of pain emanating from her shoulders down to the back of her legs just above her knees and every inch in between.
She quickly rolls back onto her side, but it's too late. The fire has started to burn bright. She's just not sure if the pain from the punishment whipping at Lukus' hands is worse than the pain from the fire burning her heart from the inside out as she tries to come to terms that she most likely threw away her marriage to the man of her dreams. She knows Markus is so angry with her, but right this minute, it hits her that no one is madder at her than she is at herself.
Time crawls by, as she lies curled up in pain, unable to sleep. She's very thirsty, a little hungry and has to pee something terrible. She hasn't gone to the bathroom since Hugo's last night with Markus. It seems like a lifetime ago so much has changed. Each time she starts to feel sorry for herself, she reminds herself that she deserves to be uncomfortable.
By far, the worst part of her time laying awake and alone is how she can't stop her mind from racing away with thoughts of Markus at home in their bed right now. Is he curled up next to another woman as he said he would be? Did he pick up a whore somewhere and take her home to their bed to fuck senselessly? The thought of her husband with another woman causes her more pain than the severe whipping she had received the night before at the hands of Master Lukus. She takes a minute to say a prayer that he'd just been trying to scare her, trying to hurt her like she had hurt him.
She curls up into as tight of a ball as she can in an attempt to stay warm. Bri finally lets her exhaustion overcome her as she drifts in and out of a restless sleep, full of vivid nightmares.
In spite of being stretched out in his comfortable king size bed, Lukus is not getting much better sleep than his captive. After whipping Brianna into her orgasm the night before, he had stormed back to his office just in time. To his surprise, he had nearly lost control on stage, which has never happened in the over five years since he opened the private sex club. It had taken all of his willpower to turn away from his friend's wife without releasing his over-sized cock and plunging it into her dripping wet pussy.
He rolls to his back with a groan, trying to make sense of the mess he finds himself in. Lukus prides himself on always being in control. In control over the slaves at the club. In control over his successful security business. In control over every woman he has ever been with. Hell, he's even a pro at holding a tight reign over his own emotions, a skill which has served him well. He takes pride in being able to control his own emotions, never letting them get in the way of the job he had to do to properly punish the wayward slaves in his charge or to ruthlessly protect those people and places protected by his elite security team.
So the depth of the emotions swirling through him even now, hours later, rocks him. He knows, of course, the root of his distress. For the first time in a very long time, he's feeling guilty. He has never coerced anyone to join The Punishment Pit before, but that's exactly what he did to Brianna last night. He blackmailed her. He had physically and mentally scared her until he broke her will, and it wasn't sitting well with him.
The irony of the timing is not lost on Lukus. He had just been acquitted yesterday of physically forcing two former club subs into degrading and humiliating acts. Throughout the almost two years that ordeal had been playing out in the courts, Lukus had never once felt guilty or that he had done anything wrong with the two women in question. They were adults. They had joined the club with their full-time Doms and had been given the complete details of what joining the club would entail. For months, they had enjoyed watching other reluctant subs being punished, but only when it was their turn to be center stage had they called the police claiming sexual battery and rape.
Markus had been the lawyer who had helped him draft the club's membership contract years before and so he was the perfect lawyer to defend his friends when they found themselves on the receiving end of the abuse charges. Lukus had never doubted his innocence or Markus' ability to get them acquitted. Markus had quickly gotten the criminal charges dropped and then yesterday had got Lukus and Derek an acquittal on the civil charges. He had been so relieved that the drawn out ordeal was finally coming to a close.
Now, not even twenty-four hours later, Lukus feels the weight of the guilt that comes from knowing that for the first time he has crossed over the invisible ethical line that he's worked hard to straddle his whole life. He knows he needs to push these emotions down deep. His loyalty has to be to his friend Markus. He can't let the guilt over how he coerced Brianna into signing the contract change anything. His friend wants a quick divorce so he can put his wife's betrayal behind him and so Lukus' job is clear. He promised to get his friend a quick divorce and that's what he intends to do.
His resolve once again strong, Lukus begins to plot out how he's going to break Brianna. For all of their sakes, he knows the faster he can get her to sign the divorce papers the better off they will all be. He had planned on using traditional punishment techniques like spanking, paddling, bondage and whipping, but now that he knows those punishments will actually turn her on, he has to change strategy.
As much as he dreads it, he knows the next best way to punish someone like Brianna is to layer in humiliation punishments. While humiliation tactics are not what he would normally choose for his friend's wife, he's going to have to head that direction if he hopes to wrap things up with Brianna quickly. He reminds himself that she put this into motion by letting her ex-boyfriend fuck her so he really shouldn't feel any guilt. She has it coming.
'Yeah, right. You keep telling yourself that, sport.'
Still, he has to wonder why she did it? Before meeting her, he thought Brianna was just a gold-digging bitch after Markus' money. After watching her carefully last night, his sixth sense that helps him read his submissives so well tells him it's not that simple. Lukus remembers so well that after his first marriage had ended in divorce, Markus had denounced the BDSM lifestyle he had been living and purposefully married Brianna, someone clearly outside of their BSDM circle.
Lukus had tried not to let it hurt him when Markus had purposefully kept him and the entire BSDM lifestyle hidden from his new wife. Considering how close the two men have been since college, it's rather ridiculous that Lukus had never met Brianna until last night. He has to chuckle at the irony when he realizes that Markus clearly had no clue that he had really married a closet submissive.
He glances at the alarm clock on the night table. Only 5:20am. Way too early to get up. He needs to get some rest. After tossing and turning, Lukus eventually drifts off into a restless sleep.
Markus hasn't even tried to sleep when his clock hits 5:20am. What was the point? In the off chance he might have fallen asleep, he knew he'd only be plagued with nightmares, making real rest impossible.
The loud metal rock music is pounding through the entire house, his silly attempt at filling the huge house's conspicuous emptiness with something, anything, that might keep his mind from hearing the torturous sound of Brianna moaning in ecstasy, begging to be fucked by another man.
Not just another man... the other man. The ass-wipe of a man who had almost put her in the hospital before she had wised up and kicked him to the curb years before. The same fucking man who had made Brianna so afraid of rough play that Markus had been willing to walk away from the BSDM lifestyle he'd been living since college rather than risk scaring her away with the type of violence that had been part of her relationship with Jake.
Surprisingly, he'd found it wasn't really that hard to turn his back on his old lifestyle to live the life of a gentle, loving husband to the love of his life, Brianna. Until tonight, he counted meeting her to be the best thing that had happened to him in his entire life.
He'd been on a destructive path before he met Bri. His first marriage had failed when his dominance over his submissive wife, Georgie had gone too far. His immature and oversized ego mixed with a penance for punishment play made for less than stellar Dom, let alone husband, material. He'd love to blame Georgie for walking out, but if truth be told, she did him a favor. He'd needed the wake-up call of her leaving to get his attention.
Then came Bri. She was everything good to his bad. She was innocent and his to protect. She was young and happy and she had breathed a breath of fresh air into his dark and dangerous existence. He'd put her on a pedestal and would have given her the world if it were in his control. He'd made damn sure he wouldn't let being too dominant ruin his second marriage as it had his first.
A fresh wave of grief at her betrayal washes over him and the thought of living the rest of his life without Bri in it hits him. The thick irony isn't lost on him. He'd married one woman who professed to be a submissive but who eventually left him because he'd been too dominant for her in the end. He then happily gave up the lifestyle when he found a woman who professed to need a gentle, loving relationship with no trace of the D/s life and he ends up losing her because he'd been too fucking gentle.
An audible groan escapes as he leans back in the oversized leather chair in their luxurious two-story great room. Leaning his head back against the cushions, he closes his eyes to try to stop the room from spinning. The almost empty rock glass with the remaining drops of bourbon shakes precariously in his hand.
'What a fucked up mess.'
For the hundredth time since he left his wayward wife behind at The Punishment Pit, he begins replaying the last twenty-four hours over in his mind, trying valiantly to see the missed queue...the possible hint of why the love of his life had done the unthinkable. He prides himself on reading people. Seeing clues that others miss. It's part of what makes him a good trial lawyer. Was he just not paying enough attention, or is Brianna just that good of a fucking liar?
It never ceases to amaze him just how quickly life can change. In twenty-four short hours he had gone from the highest of highs to the lowest of lows and almost every emotion in between.
Yesterday had begun early with a good-luck fuck from Brianna. Knowing she's the antithesis of a morning person, he'd been touched that she'd set her own alarm to wake up early enough to send him off to closing arguments with a smile on his face. He had waked up to her deep-throating his already awake erection.
After sucking him close to coming, she had thrown her leg over his torso, mounting him and driving his hard tool deep into her wet pussy. Damn, he loved how she had ridden him seductively, leaning down often to drape trails of sweet kisses across his chest and into the crook of his neck. She'd known he wouldn't last long after she'd used both hands to pinch and twist his nipples. Christ, she knew how to light up his body. She'd ridden herself to two orgasms before he finally shot an extra large load of cum deep in her pussy.
'What an awesome wake-up call that had been.'
The whole day had been too good to be true. He had nailed his closing arguments. He'd known the second he was done speaking that they were going to get an acquittal. It took the jury less than two hours to come back with their unanimous verdict in his favor. The whole day had been picture perfect...right up until he tried to reach Brianna to share his good news. She always answered his call...always. The fact that she didn't had set off internal alarm bells.
Had Lukus not been with him, he might have been tempted to let it go...afraid of what he might find if he dug a bit. But his friend Lukus had been there and could read him like a book. Having already done a full background check on Brianna, Lukus was well aware of Markus' earlier concerns and it only took a few minutes for Lukus to put two-and-two together. He only had to pick up his cell phone to put the actions into motion that would forever change his friend's life.
Markus knows his friend meant well and he even knows that it's best to know the truth, as fucked up as the truth may be. But sitting here alone, drunk and broken hearted, it's tempting to wish he could just forget... to never know the naked truth.
'Don't be such a pussy, Lambert. You're clearly not husband material.' Markus takes the time to berate himself.
No, his marriage days are over to be sure. His friend Lukus has the right idea. Don't get tied down. Fuck a different woman every night. Markus has a lifetime membership to The Punishment Pit now as part of the payment for the trial fees. He'll surely be able to find willing submissives who won't mind a no-strings-attached fuck when he's in the mood. He can help Lukus punish wayward slaves and take out his frustrations all in one.
Yes....he'd been a fool to think that he could live happily ever after with his beautiful wife. Hell, they'd even been talking about starting a family soon. A wave of anguish washes over him as he feels the grief of losing the family that had almost been. He should have known that men like him don't deserve to want it all.
Finally tired of the hours of his own self-loathing, Markus stumbles to his feet, dropping the now empty glass on the carpeted floor. He trips over the many broken items littering the floor. He vaguely remembers throwing anything within his reach in a fit of rage hours ago. The large mirror above the fireplace is shattered and he curses in pain as his sock covered footsteps on broken glass from Brianna's favorite vase lying broken in a hundred pieces on the floor.
He somehow navigates safely to the guest bath near the kitchen and finds the old prescription bottle of Ambien in the medicine cabinet. More than anything, he needs to shut his brain down....turn off the memories, both good and bad. Ambien combined with the staggering amount of alcohol in his system should do the trick. He washes the tiny pill down with the last luke-warm swig from a beer he had left in the bathroom earlier and stops to take a whiz before returning to the great room to collapse face down onto the leather couch. Relief finally comes in the form of a drug- induced sleep.
When Lukus awakes a short hour later, the first thing that pops into his brain is the perfect course of action to move Brianna closer to signing the divorce papers as quickly as possible. He isn't sure why he hadn't thought of it earlier. He knows it's still early on a Saturday morning, but after a few minutes of plotting, he reaches for his charging cell phone to make a call to put things into motion.
He scrolls through his many contacts until he finds the number for Dr. James Chambers. Hitting SEND, he sits upright on the side of the bed, his morning hard-on jutting out from his naked, muscular body, looking for some attention.
The call is just about to rollover to voicemail when he hears his friend answer. "Lukus, you better have a damn good reason to be calling me at 6:30am on a Saturday morning."
Lukus chuckles. "I missed you too, James."
"Fuck you. You know I've never been a morning person and this is my one day to sleep in. You'd better be at the hospital about to bleed out if you're calling this early."
Lukus can hear a woman's sleepy voice in the background. "Who is it, sir?" He hears his friend answering. "It's just Master Lukus. Go back to sleep, baby. You should be able to get another hour in before the kids wake up."
Lukus' gut does a funny flip-flop as he catches an intimate glimpse into his old friend's happy marriage. The lucky bastard had found himself the perfect submissive wife while they were still in college. While Markus and Lukus had been having fun playing the field and experimenting with increasingly aggressive sexual encounters, James had been smart enough to marry Mary right after graduation, recognizing he had found a diamond in the rough.
She had proven to be a strong woman, helping to put her husband through medical school and was now raising their two sons while managing to still live the perfect submissive life while in private. Their marriage was not just a typical D/s relationship, although they loved to play the whole erotic master/slave games as much as anyone else who belonged to the club. No, their relationship had another more intimate, deeper layer.