Wanting It All (The Passion Series Book 1)

by Livia Grant

  By the end of the longest minute of her life, Bri is physically ready to collapse under the weight of her fear and guilt. She has to dig deep to find her shaky voice.

  “Markus… honey… please talk to me. What’s happening?”

  “Oh, I think you know exactly what’s happening, Brianna. You did, after all, put this entire night into motion with your traitorous actions, didn’t you, my dear?” Markus waits several long seconds before confirming her worst fear. “I sure hope he was a great fuck since he’s going to cost you everything.” His voice is dripping with venom.

  Until now, Brianna had been in shock - too afraid to internalize what’s happening to her. Now her body begins to quake with fear as hot tears flood her eyes, spilling down her cheeks. A rush of overwhelming guilt and self-loathing rocks her to her core.

  She doesn’t remember making a conscience decision to throw herself at his mercy. In fact, she doesn’t remember much about those first fateful minutes of her doom. All she knows is when she emerges the trance from her trance is that she’s at her husband’s feet with her arms wrapped around his legs, holding on for dear life.

  “Markus, I’m so sorry! I swear to you! I love you so very much! You have to believe me! I’m so very sorry! It will never happen again! Please believe me honey… I am so sor…”

  “Enough! It’s too fucking late. Let go of me.”

  He easily tears her away from him and roughly pushes her backwards. She falls backwards on the floor behind the balcony seats, her short dress riding up enough to give Markus a glimpse of her bare pussy.

  He quickly squats down in front of her, reaching out to roughly grab her cunt. He squeezes her sex with all of his strength. “Did you like having someone else’s cock in here today, Brianna? Is he bigger than me? Harder? What the hell does he have that I don’t?” The pain in his voice breaks her heart into a million pieces.

  She’s begs through her sobs. “Markus… truly… I’m so very sorry. Please believe me… you’re the only man I love. Please, can’t we go home and talk about this there? I swear to you, I’ll tell you everything. I’ll spend the rest of my life making this up to you. I need you. I lo…”

  “Shut the fuck up, Brianna! I don’t believe one single word coming out of your whoring mouth. The second you let another man shoot his cum into your body is the second you lost the right to tell me you love me.” He shakes his head, as if he can’t believe he ever trusted her. “I have to hand it to you, Bri. I really did think you were different, but you’re just another gold-digging bitch. Well, bad news for you. You’re about to lose your free ride, baby.”

  His voice and words may be vicious, but the tears streaming unchecked down his face show how devastated Markus is by his wife’s unexpected betrayal.

  Through her sobs, Brianna continues begging. “I truly don’t care about your money. You can take back the salon, the car, the jewelry, the clothes…take it all. I just want you Markus… please.”

  “You have a pretty sick way of showing it,” Markus scoffs. His grip on her pussy is like a vice.

  “You’re hurting me, Markus. Please. Let’s go home and talk about this.”

  Brianna is trying to push away from him, trying to loosen his grip on her tender parts.

  “Oh, you don’t know what hurt is yet Brianna.” His words are ominous and jolt Brianna back to the here and now, suddenly reminding her where they are. She’s suddenly hears the sounds she’d blocked - sounds of the punishment club. She’d been so focused on getting through to Markus she’d tuned out everything around her. Now she’s acutely aware that somewhere below, a woman is screaming.

  The relief of Markus finally releasing his grip on her is only short lived when he roughly grabs her by her upper arms and yanks her to her feet. In one swift move, he swings her around forcibly to face forward towards the stage. She briefly tries to struggle free, but she feels his arms grip her in a vice lock, effectively trapping her as a witness to the scene playing out below. In spite of his tight grip, she’s relieved he’s touching her, holding her tightly against his hard body, even if only in anger.

  He leans in close to whisper against her ear. “Are you watching, Brianna? Do you see what happens to cheating whores?”

  Brianna knows she should be horrified with the scene below, but as she watches she’s torn between terror and excitement. It’s like watching a scene from her favorite tattered erotic romance novel – a book that’s fed her masturbatory fantasies since college.

  On the stage below, a naked slave girl has been trussed up, her arms attached to rings at the top of a whipping post. Her position facing the stage allows the audience to catch not only glimpses of her pained face, but also the entire back of her body as the hulky bouncer Derek punishes her.

  The slave girl’s legs are splayed wide open by a spreader bar and Brianna watches in horrified fascination as her punisher uses an actual bullwhip to stripe her back, ass and legs. Even from the relatively long distance, Bri sees the ugly welts blooming across the poor woman’s body. It’s clear Derek is a master at his craft; he’s causing great pain without actually creating open wounds, which can easily happen with such a deadly implement.

  After a final stroke of the whip that wraps around the poor slave’s ass and draws an agonizing scream from his victim, Derek throws the whip down and steps up close to examine his handiwork. He’s surprisingly tender as he gently caresses the slave girl’s ass, and leans in to place a kiss on her cheek. The sobs are still racking her small body when the Master on stage speaks again.

  “I’m sure slave Cindy is already regretting her continued acts of defiance against her Master, Derek, but as this is her second offense, Master Michael has asked us to make sure her lesson takes this time.”

  The gasp from the submissive on stage is audible as he takes a short break before continuing.

  “I sentence slave Cindy to another twelve strikes with the wooden paddle and we’ll end with twelve strokes of the cane. The sentence will be carried out in phases throughout the evening. Let her think about her sins for awhile on the whipping post before we move her to the spanking bench for the rest of her sentence.”

  Only now does Brianna see that the Master in charge is actually seated in what looks exactly like a 1700’s era throne on a raised platform towards the left of the stage, with just enough room for the naked slave girl kneeling at his feet. Her arms are wrapped tightly behind her back with ropes that run from her wrists to just above her elbows. If the binding is uncomfortable, the girl doesn’t show it as she kneels to face-fuck the Master. His wireless microphone picks up the faint sounds of licking and sucking.

  “Master Peter, I believe you have a matter you’d like to bring to our attention tonight. Please join me on the stage.”

  There’s a commotion in the pit below. Brianna can make out a man that must be Master Peter pulling on the leash of a redheaded submissive who’d been sitting quietly at his feet. Now that they’ve been called to the stage, the submissive has come alive. Her cursing can be heard throughout the club. After failing to get the naked submissive to follow him up on stage, Peter proceeds to unbuckle his wide leather belt and apply it to her ass with quick, hard strokes. The submissive lets out a yelp and finally makes her way to the stage, begging for mercy all the way.

  “I’m so sorry Master,” she cries. “I truly am sorry. Please, can’t we go home? I’ll be a good girl.”

  By the time they’re in front of the head Master, Brianna can see Master Peter is visibly softened by his slave’s pleas. As he gently reaches down to wipe tears from her cheeks, Brianna wonders if he might relent, but then the head Master reminds everyone why the couple is on stage.

  “Master Peter, please share with everyone why you’ve asked that slave Kristen be punished tonight.”

  Peter turned to face the crowd. “As you know, I collared her over three months ago in a ceremony on this very stage. At the time we entered into a total power exchange 24/7 relationship. Since then, it’s become clea
r that Kristen doesn’t have a truly submissive bone in her body. I’m beginning to fear she’s interested in just tone thing - my money. It just came to my attention that in the space of three months, she’s spent over thirty-thousand dollars on clothes, jewelry and who knows what else. I’m here to ask you to punish her severely in the hopes that she can be reformed.”

  The Master’s tone is sympathetic. “Master Peter, she certainly deserves to be punished, but seriously – if she’s broken so many rules in your Master/slave contract why not just cut your losses and release her?”

  Master Peter glances down at the crying slave at his feet and then back at the Master on his throne. “God help me, but I love her. I’d like to at least try to train her properly. I know she needs a stronger hand to get her on track and that’s why I’m bringing her to you and Master Derek. I’ll defer to any training you suggest.”

  Kristen is holding onto her Dom’s leg as if to throw herself at his mercy, much like Brianna had done with Markus just minutes before. “No Peter, please! I love you so much! Please don’t…”

  The Master on stage silences her with a loud, “Enough!” The warning stops her pleas, but not the tears.

  “Slave Kristen, I want to remind you that you do have an option here. As your Dominant, Peter has brought you here to punish you and get your training back on track. I’m sure you remember the details of the contract you signed when you agreed to be Master Peter’s submissive and a member of our club. You chose a safe word that can be invoked to stop your punishment immediately. However, failing to submit to your Master publicly will not only negate your contract but lead to banishment from the club.

  He smiles at Kristen’s distressed look. It’s easy to see that she hates both her options.

  The dominant men on stage give the crying submissive an agonizingly long minute to contemplate her fate. When she finally raises her eyes from the floor with her, she looks at Peter. “I love you, Sir. Please forgive me. I promise to do better.”

  Brianna can see the pain crossing the Dom’s face as his sub begs for his forgiveness, but the Master of Ceremonies doesn’t allow Peter to relent.

  “No more whining. Master Derek, gag her and let’s get her settled onto the bench for starters.”

  Master Derek is already in motion and effortlessly picks up the petite redheaded girl and throws her over his shoulder, giving her bare ass several open-handed swats as he marches over to the spanking bench. He makes quick work of pushing her body down over the padded top and tightly securing first her arms and then her legs to the heavy piece of furniture. A final leather strap is brought across her body at her waist to immobilize her further.

  Kristen continues to cry out for Peter to rescue her, but Master Derek stops her begging by inserting an oversized ring gag into her mouth, forcing her to open wide. Drool runs down her chin as Derek affixes a wide collar that forces her head to stay upright, giving the entire audience a clear view of her face throughout the punishment.

  Brianna’s heart is racing as she takes in the scene below. Markus has continued to hold her tightly against him, forcing her to face the unfolding drama below. Little does he know how grateful she is for his touch. Her legs feel like they could crumble beneath her any minute. She takes time to close her eyes and try to calm herself. She needs to think of how she can possibly fix things with Markus. She’s finding it hard to think of a way out because she knows how very hurt she would be if he’d done the same thing to her.

  ‘How could I have been so stupid? I hurt the person who loves me most in this world, and for what? Impersonal, hot sex with an abusive ex-boyfriend. My God, I don’t deserve Markus’ forgiveness.’

  Her attention is brought back to the scene on the stage below by the agonized screams coming from the wayward submissive who’s in the process of getting a butt-blistering paddling, administered by Master Derek. He’s using what appears to be a wooden fraternity paddle with multiple round holes drilled through it. Brianna is absolutely ashamed that the sound of the wood meeting flesh is causing her pussy to throb. The slave girl’s gag-mumbled screams combine with her groans of pain to send an electric jolt straight to Brianna’s core.

  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 already 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.