Wanting It All Ch. 07byLBGrant©
Sorry for the longer wait than normal, but this chapter just didn't want to be rushed. I had so many stops and starts, but in the end, I'm happy with the finished product. I hope you are too.
A special thanks to redyellowgo who was kind enough to jump in and talk me down from the ledge a time or two when this chapter just wasn't flowing the way I wanted it to. She was able to nudge me along and has also helped by catching a few plot holes and inconsistencies in earlier chapters.
As always, I love your votes and comments. It's the only way I can keep improving.
Brianna's heart is racing as she tries to get her bearings. A loud noise woke her with a start from a much-needed, deep sleep. Despite her arms being uncomfortably tied above her head, she had somehow managed to conk-out not long after Lukus had left her to her own devices. The discomfort of her out-stretched arms is still light-years better than being chilled, uncomfortable and scared out of her wits down in the slave cage last night. The combination of the soft, luxurious bed and her bone-deep fatigue had conspired to knock her into a well-deserved oblivion. But now, something has startled her awake.
Restricted from much more than rolling from side-to-side, Bri isn't able to maneuver into a position to get a good look around. She's forced to cry out to the empty room. "Hello. Is someone there? Lukus. Is that you?"
Only silence greets her and after several quiet minutes tick by, she begins to suspect she'd simply dreamed the loud bang. She attempts to get back to sleep. Partly because she's still tired after her sleepless night, but more importantly, because she wants to shut her brain down to stop obsessing about all that's happened to her in the last twenty-four hours. She's just able to lift her head off the pillow far enough to check out the time on the nightstand's digital alarm clock.
'Twenty-four hours ago I was making the biggest mistake of my life. If only I could go back and choose not to go with Jake.'
The panic over her lost marriage is flooding back in on her. She wishes she could call Tiffany. She needs to talk to her best friend, more now than ever before and with that need, her fear is back that Tiffany is never going to forgive her either...just like Markus. Still, she knows she'll try anything to make things right with Tiff. Only her best friend knows all of her dark secrets....of the physical and emotional pain she went through in her time with and post-Jake. More importantly, only her best friend truly understands her struggle to push down her submissive nature in order to be happy with Markus.
Bri tries to focus on Markus. She knows she loves him with all of her heart. That part is easy to understand. What she can't understand... or forgive...is that she actually allowed Jake... the man who had terrorized her and nearly put her in the hospital years before... she actually let him touch her again. Touch her...and punish her and even fuck her.
'The worst part is that he made me come. He made me enjoy it...ok, maybe not enjoy it, but certainly want it.... definitely need it.'
Only then does Brianna remember that Jake is not her only indiscretion in the last twenty-four hours. There's no denying that there's some invisible magnetic pull to her husband's best friend. The best friend that she'd never even met until last night.
'The freaking gorgeous, sexy...okay, stop Brianna. Get control of yourself.'
It doesn't take a brain surgeon to figure out that more than anything, she's attracted to Lukus' strength as a Dom. He's treated her exactly as she's been dreaming of Markus treating her. Sure, he's punished her severely, but even she can't deny she deserved everything he's dished out. No, Lukus is the perfect balance of dominance, protectiveness and tenderness that she's been craving all of her adult life. Bri is at least smart enough to know that she needs to keep her wits about her when he returns to avoid getting sucked into that yummy force field that surrounds him.
'I wonder what kind of Dom Markus was to Georgie? Was he just like Lukus?'
The mere thought that Markus was once part of the D/s lifestyle like his best friend is almost unbelievable to Bri. Her initial excitement at even the possibility of being married to a real Dom is quickly overshadowed. How could he have hidden such a big part of himself from her all these years? It's almost inconceivable.
'And he's pissed at me for lying to him? He's been lying to me since the day he met me.'
At first her anger at her husband seems unjustified to Brianna, but the longer she thinks about it, the madder she gets. As a Dom, he should have been able to understand her needs and fill them. The fact that he hadn't is suddenly unacceptable to Brianna. Before yesterday, she just thought Markus wasn't capable of understanding her submissive needs. Now she knows he was just too blind...or too lazy to see them.
'Damn him. Why couldn't he have been more like Lukus who had no trouble figuring it out?'
Something moving out of the corner of her eye drags Brianna's thoughts back to the present. "Who's there? Lukus?"
Several minutes go by while Brianna keeps her eyes peeled to the half-open bedroom door. She's finally rewarded with a glimpse of a woman who appears to be trying to take a peek into the room undetected. She jerks back quickly when her eyes meet Brianna's, but the jig is up and she knows it.
Brianna tries to coax her to come in. "Please. Can you come in and untie me? I really need to go to the bathroom." Bri will try anything to get her aching arms free, even if only for a few minutes. Not to mention, the butt-plug that Lukus had unceremoniously shoved in her is becoming more and more uncomfortable now that she is awake. Bri is not used to the foreign, fullness feeling that is oddly not totally unpleasant. It dawns on her that the constant pressure of the plug is like an invisible tie to Lukus. It's as if it's his reminder that he's still there with her. She knows she shouldn't pursue that line of thinking and instead calls out. "I know you're out there. There's no point in hiding now."
A minute later, an unsure, petite young woman takes a few tentative steps into the room, hovering near the door. She looks afraid...as if Brianna is going to hurt her in spite of the fact that Bri is held immobile by the ropes securing her to the bed. She remains silent as she takes in Brianna's predicament. Only now does Bri realize the sheet covering her has fallen down to her waist leaving her breasts exposed to the curious stranger's scrutiny from afar.
It takes a few minutes to place her since she looks so very different today, but Brianna finally recognizes the waif of a woman as the naked slave girl from the dungeon the night before. Last night, she'd been naked and looked as if she'd been 'ridden hard and put away wet' by the time Brianna saw her backstage. Today, she looks young, fresh and almost innocent dressed in a cute, flared, floral mini-skirt with a lavender knit long-sleeved sweater that sports a deep V-cut neckline that dips down low enough to show off just a peek of her impressive cleavage.
The low neckline also puts her thick gold choker on display. There's no mistaking it's a submissives collar. An unwanted...and completely unjustified feeling of jealously flares up in Brianna at the thought of this girl being Lukus' collared slave. Still, there's no denying she must belong to Lukus since she's here...in his home. Last night, Bri remembers the girl's long auburn hair had been pulled back into a high pony tail that both Lukus and Derek used as a handle to pull her onto their cocks as they had taken turns face-fucking her on stage. Today, her beautiful hair is down, flowing around her shoulders and down her back.
"Hi. My name is Brianna. I saw you last night downstairs with Lukus and Derek. What's your name?"
The girl's eyes get a bit bigger at Brianna's comment. She opens her mouth as if to talk, but then closes it again. It is clear that she's struggling to keep quiet. She finally blurts out rather authoritatively, at least for a sex slave, "You shouldn't call them Lukus and Derek. They are Master Lukus and Master Derek or just plain Sirs. It's not right for a sub to be so informal."
"Well, it should be okay since I'm not their submissive. I'm..." only then does Brianna realize she's going to have trouble explaining exactly what she is to them since she herself has no clue. She simply ends with "I'm married to Lukus' best friend."
"I know. I can't believe you would be stupid enough to cheat on Master Markus." As soon as the words leave her mouth, the girl clamps her hand against her lips as if to seal her mouth closed before she says anything else she's not supposed to.
Ignoring the obvious insult, Bri confronts her. "Wait a minute. You know Markus?"
When the girl refuses to talk any more, Bri tries to befriend her. "I'm sorry. I still didn't catch your name."
A full minute goes by, as the girl is clearly conflicted. At one point, she starts to turn to leave before she finally turns around and taking her hand down from her mouth, speaks as if she's finally made up her mind on an important decision. "My name is Rachel. I'm Master Derek's submissive and collared slave. I've also been his wife for the last four years."
Brianna hates the sense of relief that flows over her at Rachel's introduction. Her relief quickly turns into curiosity when she realizes Rachel most likely has a lot of answers to some of Brianna's burning questions about her husband's past life as a Dom. "Nice to meet you Rachel. Four years is a long time. You must have known Markus back when he was coming to the club before he met me, right?" Brianna's heart rate is going up. She feels a little bit guilty leading her new 'friend' into thinking she knows more than she really does about his life back then, but Bri is desperate for information about the secrets her husband has been keeping from her. She decides to take a wild guess and adds on. "You know, back when he and Georgie used to come here."
Rachel looks relieved. "Oh, so you know about Georgie? I didn't want to be the one to tell you about him bringing someone else here."
"Well sure. I mean I know about his first wife. I'm sure there are details he might not have told me about her because he was trying to protect me, but I know how they belonged to the club back then." This seemed like a logical enough guess for Bri to put out there in hopes of drawing more information out about her husband.
Rachel's eyes look to be getting a little dewy. "I hated that Master Markus stopped coming to the club like he did. It really upset Master Lukus a lot at first. He tried to hide it, but Master Derek and I could really see how hurt and alone he was back then. The only good thing that came out of the Sir's arrest was that we got to finally see Master Markus more often again when he would come by working on the case."
That was a juicy and surprising piece of new intel. "So Markus has been coming here to the club these last two years during the court case?" Brianna keeps fishing for details, in spite of her growing fear of what additional secrets she may find out about her secretive husband now that she's opened the can of worms.
"Well sure, but it was almost always in the middle of the day instead of at night like he used to come. We would sometimes go to his office downtown too or meet at a restaurant for lunch. He has a really beautiful office."
"Yes...yes he does." Brianna isn't sure how she feels about this beautiful submissive visiting her husband at his office and going out to lunch with him, but she reminds herself that surely Derek and Lukus had been there with them. She is also relieved to hear that her husband was at the club during business hours instead of visiting at night as a Dom. That would have been heartbreaking to find out that he had not only been withholding his dominant nature from her, but then if he'd been going behind her back to go to The Punishment Pit to 'play' with other subs...well that would just push her over the preverbal cliff.
"Rachel, can you please undo my arms just long enough for me to run to the bathroom? I promise, I won't do anything stupid and I'll come right back so you can tie me up again. Master Lukus doesn't even need to know."
The look on Rachel's face looks like one of sheer terror. "Oh, I don't think so. Master Derek told me not to even talk to you so I'm already in so much trouble. I know he wouldn't want me to untie you." She starts to turn to leave.
"Oh please...I promise I'll be fast. I really need your help, Rachel."
Brianna sees the indecision on her face as she slowly turns back to move towards the bed. With great hesitancy, Rachel reaches out to untie the ropes binding Brianna to the headboard. Once free of the bindings, Brianna takes a minute to rub her wrists and is just about to sit up when a loud bellow shakes the two women to their core. Brianna is quick to snatch up the covers to at least cover herself.
"What the fuck is going on here, Rachel?" Lukus is home and is clearly over-the-top pissed. Brianna can't see him around Rachel, but she can clearly see the panic shining in Rachel's eyes. She has big, sloppy, wet tears already spilling down her cheeks as she quickly turns around to face her angry Master.
She immediately drops to her knees and bends over to place her arms outstretched in front of her, sticking her ass up in the air in a classic submissive position. "I'm so very sorry Master Lukus. Please forgive me."
Only once Rachel drops to her knees does Bri see Lukus. Any other time, she might have been distracted by the waves of anger rolling off him, directed at both Rachel and herself. But it's the woman thrown over his left shoulder in a fireman's hold that has all of Brianna's attention. "Tiffany! Is that you?"
Tiffany's answer is muffled considering her face is mashed against Lukus' back. "Yes, it's me. So glad you can recognize me just from the view of my ass up in the air, swung over this damn barbarian's shoulder. Lukus! Put me down!" Tiffany is struggling to be released from his tight hold. Bri can see she's ineffectually pelting his back with her fists. Rather than letting her loose, Lukus instead chooses to quickly swat her ass several times, hard, with his open palm. She squeals, but it's effective at convincing her to settle down.
Lukus looks to Bri as if he's about to self-combust and really....who the hell would blame him? He's a dominant Master who finds himself faced with not one, but three defiant women. Each one defying him worse than the one before. She's tempted to giggle at his obvious distress, but luckily thinks better of it.
Knowing how he feels about having Brianna here in his private loft, she can only assume that since Tiffany is here, he's had an interesting afternoon. Bri is not surprised that he decides to address his easiest problem first. "I'm very disappointed in you Rachel. Did Master Derek give you instructions when he sent you up here?"
"Yes Sir, he did" she manages to squeak out her answer without looking up at Master Lukus.
"And those instructions were what exactly?"
"I was supposed to just come and make sure nothing bad happened to Master Markus' wife until you returned, Sir."
"And... were those his only instructions to you?"
"No, Sir." Rachel's whimpers are getting louder.
"I'm waiting, Rachel, and you know I don't like to wait. What were his complete instructions to you?"
It takes her a few long seconds to reply. Brianna can tell she doesn't want to answer. "That I was to be quiet and not even let her know I was here. I wasn't supposed to talk to her unless the building was on fire, Sir."
"And yet I arrive and you're not only very visible, but you've managed to free her from the ropes that I secured her in and you're carrying on like you're best friends having a damn slumber party. I don't see the building on fire. Am I missing something here?" He's clearly disappointed in Rachel.
Finally sitting up, clutching the sheets around her nakedness, Brianna jumps in out of sheer guilt. "Lukus stop yelling at her. This is my fault. I heard her out there and kept calling out until she finally came in. She didn't want to talk or let me loose, but I made her. Don't be mad at her."
Lukus moves closer to the bed and the subjugated slave on the floor. "Nice of you to offer an explanation Brianna. I'll see that you get equal punishment as well for your part in this then. But that changes nothing. Rachel is not a newbie submissive. She knows the rules and she knows what happens when she chooses to disobey her Master's orders, don't you Rachel?"
"Yes, Sir." She sounds defeated...resigned to her fate. "I'm so sorry, Master Lukus."
"I'm sure you are. I want you to stand up and go down to the dungeon. Get undressed and drape yourself over the spanking bench and wait for me there. I'll be down later to carry out your punishment of twenty lashes with the cane for your blatant disobedience today."
Rachel's gasp tells Brianna that's a pretty severe punishment for the young submissive and then it hits her that it means she's going to get twenty lashes with the cane as well. Her heart rate is ratcheting up at the thought of it.
When Rachel doesn't immediately get up to follow directions, Lukus appears even angrier. "What are you waiting for? Were my instructions unclear?"
Rachel is now sitting straight up on the floor, kneeling in front of Master Lukus. "It's just that Master Derek is going to be so very angry at me. Do you need to tell him about this, Sir?"
"What do you think?" Lukus is very short with her.
"I think you're going to tell him, Sir."
"You're damn straight I'm going to tell him. He needs to know that his wife and submissive disobeyed his direct order."
Brianna can hear that Rachel is crying again when she replies. "I understand, Sir. It's just that you know that he believes that if I get in trouble with you for something, then it must be really bad and so I'll receive double the punishment from him that you give me. That means I'll be getting sixty lashes with the cane, Sir."
For the slightest of seconds, Bri sees indecision on Lukus' face before his Dom mask hardens. "I guess you should have thought of the consequences before you blatantly defied direct orders. I'm pretty sure that this punishment will be a memorable one for you and therefore I suspect you'll be following directions in the future. Won't you?"
"Oh yes, Sir."
Lukus' voice has softened just a bit when he gives his final order to Rachel. "Get up and go now, Rachel. Do as I said and prepare yourself for your punishment. I want you to spend your time waiting for me thinking about why you're being punished, do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."
Rachel scrambles to her feet and rushes out of the room without another look behind. Lukus and Brianna are locked in a stare-down as she sends him daggers for how he just treated Rachel. "I told you. This wasn't her fault. Why did you have to treat her like that?"
"Let's get something straight here, sweetheart. This is a punishment club. Rachel is a full-time, collared submissive who chooses to live her life by the rules we've set out for her. She broke those rules and as a result, she not only expects to be punished, but she'll be disappointed if I don't punish her. It's how things work around here."
"So, you just punish people even when they do nothing really wrong?"
"Enough. I'm not going to discuss this with you. This just proves what I was telling you earlier that you obviously have zero real experience as a sub regardless of what that Dom wanna-be, Jake, thought he was teaching you. Any experienced submissive would know better than to talk back to me right now."