Wanting It All (The Passion Series Book 1)

by Livia Grant

  Bri is so lost in thought as she takes in the scene below that she doesn’t hear Markus come up behind her. As he places his hands on her hips and pulls her tight against him, she gasps with surprise. She’s even more surprised when she feels his raging hard-on pressing tightly against her ass. He slips his arms around her and holds her tightly.

  “How do you like the club so far?” he asks. “They put on a show every night that I think you’re really going to find interesting, my dear.”

  Bri tries to turn around so she can see him, but Markus holds her tightly so she’s facing forward, forcing her to watch as things continue to unfold below. She watches, mesmerized as most of the men take seats in one of the furniture groupings close to the stage. Their leashed slave girls crawl along behind them and most kneel at the feet of their seated Master.

  An older blond dominant pulls the leash of his red-headed slave closer, pointing briefly to his crotch. Even from her distance, Brianna sees the satisfied smile adorning the face of the naked slave girl as she reaches out and begins to undo her Master’s fly, releasing his cock from its confines. After giving his semi-hard cock a few strokes with her hand, she dives in and greedily takes the entire length of his growing cock into her mouth. Her Master continues talking with the other men seated near by as if nothing is happening. His only acknowledgement of the blowjob he’s receiving is the placement of his hand on his slut’s head as her face bobs up and down.

  Brianna’s heart is racing. She’s so turned on by the scene playing out below that she can feel a flood of creamy juice flooding her lacy panties. Her breathing is becoming increasingly short and labored the longer she drinks in the sights below. Markus’ hard tool pressing tightly against her back is the icing on the cake. She still hasn’t said a word. Her mind is reeling at the possible implications of him bringing her to this club. Is it possible he knows about her rendezvous with Jake earlier today? If so, why bring her here? Why not just confront her with her betrayal at home, in private? Could it just be a coincidence that he brought her to a sex club on the very day that she cheats on him with her dominant ex-boyfriend? She needs to know.

  “Markus, why did you bring me here? This is obviously a sex club. We’ve never even talked about something like this.”

  He continues to hold her against him painfully tight as he whispers into her ear. “I had a feeling you might enjoy a little entertainment like this, sweetheart. Tell me Brianna, are you getting turned on by what you’re seeing?”

  Her uncertainty with this new Markus makes her want to say no, but her body is giving her away. He can’t possibly miss the smell of the lusty scent wafting up from her now drenched panties. Her body has begun to subtly rub against her husband’s hard-on pressed into her bottom. Occasional low moans escape from between her lips as she watches the slave girl below getting a full-force face fucking. Her Master is giving her blowjob his full attention now as he roughly pushes her face down so hard that Brianna can clearly see her gagging. The lighting is just right to catch the wet tears streaming down the slave’s cheeks from her exertion and rough use.

  Markus reaches up to roughly grab Bri’s right breast just as the Master below grabs the hair of his red-headed slut and holds her tightly against his cock, her nose touching his stomach as he spurts his cum deep down her throat. Brianna can see the look of panic on the girl’s face as she is unable to catch a breath. Just when it seems as if she may faint, her Master finally pulls his cock from her mouth, finally allowing her to gasp wildly for air. She sputters for a few seconds before recovering enough to show her Master the remaining cum pooling in her now open mouth before he waves his hand, presumably giving her permission to swallow.

  The floor below is quickly filling up with new arrivals. The latest two couples to arrive are clearly two dominant Mistresses with boy toys on leashes. The older of the two slave boys is wearing a cock ring. His tool is long and hard and it looks like it’s ready for action at a moment’s notice. He’s wearing open ass leather chaps that display his red butt heavily scored with what looks like cane welts. The sight of the welts reminds Bri of her belting at the hands of Jake earlier. She emits a guttural moan that she hopes Markus thinks is due to his pinching her nipple through the fabric of her dress.

  The second Mistress is dressed in a black leather corset that accentuates her huge breasts. She’s heavily tattooed, and wearing fishnet stockings. She has a riding crop in her left hand and is pulling her young slave boy behind her with her right. He looks absolutely pitiful. Bri suspects that he can’t be older than twenty. Judging by the wicked welts on his naked back and ass, it’s clear that he has recently been beaten, and his punishment is ongoing; the slave boy’s cock and balls are tightly encased in a chastity belt, probably to keep him from touching himself. He also wears a harness around his waist. Straps running from its D-rings run between his legs to his ass, and appear to be holding in a dildo or large butt plug. The young man’s only other adornments are his wrist and ankle restraints and, of course, his collar. His mistress takes the time to unhook the leash from his collar and moves the clasp down to attach it to a hook on his cock ring. As she takes off towards the bar, she yanks on the leash, pulling her slave boy behind her by his tortured cock.

  Unable to contain herself any longer, Brianna reaches her hands behind her to grasp her husband’s hips as he continues to hump her through their clothes. She throws her head back to lean it against his shoulder while he continues to grope her breasts roughly. She may be getting over-heated with the sexy scenes surrounding her, but she’s smart enough to know that tonight is her chance. She has no clue why Markus thought she might enjoy coming to a club like this, but at the moment she doesn’t care what his reasons are. Now that they’re here, she has her opening to confess to him that she’d like him to dominate her, at least some times, like the slave girls below. She has a quick shot of hope that Markus will be able to fulfill all of her sexual desires so she can purge her desire for Jake once and for all.

  Bri lets out a loud moan as Markus lowers his lips to her sensitive neck and begins torturing her with the lethal combination of alternating sucks bordering on bites and sweet, tender kisses. Before long, she’s sure he’s leaving his mark on her neck and she loves it.

  Markus lowers his left hand to the hem of her dress, pushing it up to gain access to her sex hidden by skimpy panties. He only has time to stroke the length of her sopping pussy once before the lights in the theater begin to flicker. While the people below them begin to move towards the couches and chairs to get settled for the upcoming show, her husband continues to finger her wet folds while pinching her right nipple harder than he ever has before.

  Bri can feel her core lighting on fire at his touch. Her cunt is literally throbbing with her desire to be taken. Markus appears to know what she needs as he finally brushes her clit, causing Bri to visibly shiver with delight in his arms. At first his brushes are light and teasing, not nearly enough to push her over the cliff to a climax, but just enough to bring her to the edge. As she rubs her ass up and down over his hard cock, she closes her eyes, blocking out everything but the feel of his fingers on her body.

  Just as she’s about to cum, Markus unbelievably removes his hands from her pussy and nipple and simply hugs her around her waist, keeping her close to him. Bri lets a groan of frustration escape just as she feels slippery fingers invading her lips. She can taste her own excitement on Markus’ fingers and is surprised how turned on she gets being forced to suck his fingers clean.

  Brianna finally opens her eyes to look over to the box to their left, where she can hear – and vaguely see, people having sex. She just makes out the shape of a naked woman bent over the railing in front of the box seats. A large, fully clothed man is pounding an attractive middle-aged blond hard and fast from behind. The woman has a mixed look of pain and pleasure as her Master grabs her hips, riding her hard. The women’s eyes meet and they share an unexpected moment of sisterly camaraderie. Brianna watches almost jealously as
her neighbor gets fucked exactly the way she loves the best - hard and fast.

  Unable to look away, Brianna continues her role as voyeur until Markus’ tight squeezing of her hip gets her attention. For the first time since their arrival, he loosens his grip on her enough to spin her around to face him. When she raises her eyes to meet her his gaze, she’s surprised at the mixed look of sadness and anger floating in his deep brown eyes. They continue to stare into each other’s eyes for several long seconds before Markus asks her an unexpected question.

  “Why didn’t you tell me before that you get turned on by rough sex, Brianna? I thought after your ex hurt you, you hated the idea of being dominated, of being hurt.” His tone is accusatory.

  She’s flustered. She didn’t expect these questions. She fidgets before finally answering truthfully. “I love you Markus. I love you so very much. I love how you show me that you love me by making love to me and holding me gently. It’s just...” She loses her nerve and looks away, glancing back to watch the woman getting plowed.

  Markus reaches up to touch her chin, pulling her to face him again. His hand stays under her chin, tenderly stroking her cheek as they continue to search each other’s eyes for answers. They are each trying to make sense of the raging emotions running through them as they evaluate what they’ve learned about each other in the last hour.

  Through halting uncertainty, Bri finally gets the courage to stumble through a somewhat disorganized rant. “Just sometimes… I guess…. well… I really would like it if you would… be more aggressive… at home… in the bedroom… I want you… no… I need you to dominate me…. you know… spank me and stuff… at least sometimes.”

  After her confession, he remains silent. As his eyes bore into her, she quietly asks her own burning question. “How did you know that I would even be open to coming to a place like this, Markus?”

  His face turns to sheer pain before he replaces it with a hard, determined facade. When he speaks, his tone is hard, angry. He ignores her question completely.

  “You should have told me Brianna. You should have fucking told me a long time ago.”

  His anger rekindles her fear. He must know about Jake. Why else would he bring her here and ask her these things? Her mind races to find a way to explain her unforgivable behavior, but before she can reply, the entire room is thrown into pitch darkness. The techno dance music has stopped. It’s been replaced with the heavy beating of drums and a lone electric guitar.

  Markus has released her chin and they have both turned their attention to the stage where the curtains are pulling open. Brianna’s stomach drops when she sees that the stage is basically one huge dungeon. It looks like a scene straight out of medieval times, or a BDSM porno. The St. Andrews cross along the back wall catches Bri’s attention first, but as she allows her eyes to glance quickly across the stage, she’s shocked to see what appears to be a whipping post in the middle of the stage and an already occupied pillory.

  The naked slave girl whose wrists and head are locked into the wooden pillory structure appears to have been there for some time. The girl is struggling to keep her balance, and each time she begins to collapse, the heavy weights clamped to her nipples and labia sway, causing her face to grimace in pain. Her legs are being forced uncomfortably wide apart by a wooden spreader bar attached to her ankle restraints. Even with the dim lighting, it’s clear she’s been crying as her face is puffy and red.

  Until Brianna notices this small detail, she’d assumed they were here to watch a pre-planned and rehearsed sexual show, but something in the way the slave girl is behaving sets off more alarm bells with Brianna. She has a sudden fear that what they’re about to witness is less about rehearsed play, and more about real life punishment, and this terrifies her.

  Finally dragging her attention away from the suffering slave girl, Brianna takes in the spanking bench made from a sawhorse with the padded top. Heavy leather straps hanging from the padded arm and leg rests look sturdy enough to immobilize the strongest of spanking victims. Brianna’s pussy almost convulses at the thought of Markus strapping her into the cruel device and lighting up her ass with a heavy paddle or belt. She’s so turned on at the thought that she stumbles backwards against her husband’s chest. Sweet relief washes over her as he wraps his arms around her protectively, holding her to him closely.

  Bri forces herself to move from the tempting spanking bench to a nearby diabolical-looking gynecological exam table. The stirrups are high and wide, with heavy locking straps and rings to immobilize recalcitrant patients. A huge red enema bag hanging from a wheeled stand sits waiting by the bed along with a cabinet filled with probing medical instruments.

  Near the medical scene is what looks to be a tall stool with a padded backrest. The subject sitting in the chair would have their legs pulled wide apart and strapped down at the thighs in a similar fashion to the medical table stirrups. At first Brianna doesn’t understand this device’s purpose, but then she notices the five-gallon bucket placed directly under the opening of the stool seat, and realizes this chair is meant to restrain anyone unlucky enough to release their enema on stage for all to see. The mere thought of witnessing - let alone being forced to participate in - such a humiliating punishment causes Brianna’s knees to begin to buckle from underneath her. If not for Markus’ supporting embrace, she would crumple to the floor.

  Bri is transfixed as she takes this all in. Her thoughts are a whirl of fear, doubt and - against her better judgment - excitement. There is no denying the scene below has unleashed a torrent of submissive feelings in her. She wants to turn around and beg Markus to take her down to the stage and use every torturous device on her. After all, she has felt overwhelming guilt all day since her time with Jake. In her heart, she knows she deserves to be punished by her husband. But even as she considers this, she remembers what he’s told her: he’s not that kind of man.

  So why did Markus bring her to this club? It’s clear he knows the bouncer and it almost seems as if he’s been here before, which means he knows this is a BDSM sex club. She just can’t reconcile the gentle Markus she is married to with the man standing behind her right now. Regardless, she realizes she’s starting to grind her legs together in an attempt to get friction to her neglected clit. She’s ready to combust from the growing sexual need and Markus, sensing his wife’s state of arousal, runs his hand up her thigh until he grazes her sensitive nub. The second he brushes her clit, she groans with pleasure and in a tone she’s never heard him use, Markus issues a command.

  “Take off your panties. Right now.”

  Without hesitation, Brianna blurts out, “Yes, sir”. The submissive response seems so natural to her. She’s more than happy to comply and hopes he plans on plunging his rock-hard cock into her.

  She’d almost forgotten about the couple in the box to their left and as Brianna glances over, she now sees the woman on her knees blowing her Master. The loud sucking and gagging sounds only excite Brianna more as she quickly pulls her tiny panties down and steps out of them, leaving them on the floor. She manages to hike her mini-dress up around her waist as her husband begins to tease her clit again.

  Before Brianna can beg Markus to take his cock out of his pants and impale her, her attention is drawn to a bulk of a man entering the stage through a door at the back near the St. Andrew’s cross. The man is tall, at least 6’2” with dark, thick hair that just hits his shoulders. He has a five o’clock shadow, tanned skin and carries himself as if he owns the world. He’s dressed simply in well-worn jeans and a black tee shirt that showcases his broad shoulders, muscular arms and trim waist. Bri doesn’t miss the riding crop hanging from a hook of his wide leather belt.

  When he speaks, it’s clear he has a wireless microphone attached to him because his voice carries throughout the club. The music is turned down as he begins to talk. Bri wonders if he’s an announcer about to welcome actresses and actors to the stage for a BDSM role-play performance.

  His announcement is the last th
ing she ever expects.

  “Members, welcome back to The Punishment Pit! You picked a great night to be with us because we have some very naughty boys and girls tonight in need of proper punishment. You’re also all in for a special treat tonight as we welcome an old friend of mine back into the club. He’s come to me with a problem he needs my help in solving. I think you’re all going to enjoy watching me solve his problem.” An evil grin lights up his handsome face as he very clearly raises his eyes up to stare directly into their private box.

  As his words start to sink in, Bri reluctantly turns around to look at Markus. His eyes are dark and hard, with a just a hint of pain. He seems about to say something but stops and looks at the stage before turning back to his wife. Brianna is beginning to feel sick to her stomach by the time he finally addresses her.

  “You’ve been a very naughty girl, Brianna.”

  Her heart drops. He knows.

  Chapter Four

  Brianna’s mind is racing. How could Markus have possibly found out about Jake? Her first instinct is to try to declare her innocence and deny any wrongdoing, but it only takes a few torturously long seconds to know that route would only make things worse. She can see the pain and hurt in her husband’s eyes, and she knows it’s too late to feign innocence. Still, maybe he doesn’t know everything. Maybe he just knows that she wasn’t where she said she’d be this afternoon. Even if he somehow found out that Jake had come to the salon looking for her and even if he knows she had left with him, how could he possibly know where they’d gone or what they’d done together?

  The rest of the club has melted away for Brianna. She’s turned her focus on Markus, and now searches his eyes for any hint of softness or love, any hint of what he might know. What she sees is a stranger staring back at her. Markus’ face is mask of anger. With each passing second she can see his resolve strengthening and she watches with growing terror as the last remnants of pain and hurt are replaced by a steely hardness.