by Livia Grant
Handing the purse back, he leaned close to place his arm around the back of her chair, whispering quietly into her ear.
She shivered when his lips brushed her ear with an intimate kiss. “I want you to excuse yourself and go to the ladies’ room. When you’re in a stall, take out the surprise I put in your purse and insert it in its proper place. There’s a small bottle of lube in there to help out. Assuming you followed my directions about not wearing panties tonight, be careful when returning to our table. Don’t allow the object to fall out.”
Bri had obeyed her husband and Dom about being sans panties tonight, and hair-free below the waist. All week long, while he was at work, he’d been upping the ante, giving her increasingly risqué challenges. It made her week fly by. Sharing many intimate and powerful moments had deepened their connection, too.
This morning, before heading out to meet with his clients, Markus had instructed his wife to make a special trip to a drug store. He sent her on a mission to purchase the biggest enema bag she could find, preferably with a larger-than-normal nozzle. She’d tried to act less mortified than she felt when the young male cashier working the register noted her purchase with a knowing smirk. She felt naughty, which she was sure was her husband’s intent all along.
As instructed, she’d called Markus when she was safely ensconced in the hotel’s bathroom. Her husband-turned-Dom directed her through giving herself a warm, soapy enema. He’d hinted she would want to be as clean as possible tonight. She’d been equally looking forward to, and dreading, their next round of anal sex since Markus introduced her the previous weekend to the ultimate intimate act. She’d loved it at the time, but the thought of giving that most private part of herself to her husband again still scared her.
As she was lost in thought, Markus placed two fingers under her chin, gently tilting her face to look up at him. She saw his love for her revealed through his dark eyes. His manly five o’clock shadow magnified his sex appeal. He was absolutely the sexiest man in the entire room.
A fresh pang of guilt hit her when she remembered that she had almost destroyed her marriage to this amazing man less than a week ago. The panic of her near catastrophe snuck up on her when she least expected it. Luckily, Markus had become an expert at recognizing and fixing it.
“You’re doing it again. Stop panicking. Let me take care of you. Now go. I want you back here within ten minutes. I have another surprise for you.” He planted a tender kiss on her lips before pulling away and turning his attention to the blow-hard across the table.
She couldn’t help but smile as she was walking away from the table, hearing her husband come to the senator’s rescue. “I think we’ve had enough heavy talk for tonight. Jonathan, when was the last time you were in Chicago for a visit? Bri and I would love to have you stop out for dinner the next time you are in town.”
The ladies’ room was thankfully large and relatively empty. Once in the stall, Bri opened the small bag Markus had planted in her purse to find a small butt plug and bottle of lube. She was relieved to see there was a large flared end to the plug that should aid her in keeping it seated. Considering she had been an anal virgin less than one week ago, the realization that she was about to voluntarily shove something up her ass and then go out to join her husband at a charity event as if nothing was strange, struck her as funny.
Sometimes Bri had to pinch herself to be reminded how lucky she was that things had worked out as they did. She thought of her good fortune as she tentatively pushed the end of the lubed plug against her tightest hole. Spending a few minutes gently opening herself to the intrusion, she realized time was running out. She just needed to get it over with. With that in mind, she made one final push to insert the widest part of the plug until it was rooted inside. The discomfort of her tight sphincter stretching was intense. She stood up straight, moving around tentatively to ensure the plug was safely seated in her bowel. After a couple of minutes, she was accustomed to the intruder.
She took time to wash her hands and check her make-up before heading back to Markus. Bri had no watch, but she was almost certain she’d taken more than her allotted time. Her pulse quickened at the vision of her hunky husband pulling her across his lap to deliver a hard spanking for not obeying, in full view of their stuffy tablemates.
I’m really getting worried. I can’t stop obsessing over being spanked.
Since finding out her husband was more than happy to take her in hand, Bri had found it hard to make it through a single hour of the day without remembering how their already strong marriage was transforming into the kind of D/s marriage she had longed for. What worried her wasn’t just the spanking she yearned for. It was the total package—submission, discipline, intimacy, and surprisingly, humiliation. That last one shocked her, but there was no denying that the warm memories of the humiliation punishments delivered at The Punishment Pit were never far from her mind.
Still alone in the bathroom, Bri couldn’t resist snaking her fingers up under her long dress. She was so horny she was sure her naked pussy was visibly throbbing. Sliding her fingers through her wet cleft, she finished with a hard pinch to her clit, attempting to satisfy her ache.
She contemplated going back into a stall for some privacy when the door opened and a stately woman dressed in an elegant gown entered. Bri quickly dropped her naughty hand, wishing her own long gown into smooth submission. Sensing the woman had stopped and was staring, she looked up. The older woman’s revealing smirk told Bri all she needed to know. The woman knew exactly what she’d interrupted.
“You wouldn’t be Brianna, would you?”
Brianna was surprised. “Y-yes. I’m Brianna.”
“Thought so. Your husband is waiting outside. Seems he was worried something happened to you since you’d been gone so long from your table.”
“Oh. I’m fine. Thanks.”
The woman’s smile grew as she started to chuckle. “I think I’m starting to understand.”
Brianna was confused. “Understand what?”
“The second part of your husband’s message. He told me to get him right away if something was wrong, but if you were fine, he asked me to pass along a rather personal message.”
Brianna had an uneasy feeling that she was not going to like that message. “Do I want to ask?”
“I guess that depends.”
“On?”
“On if you like spankings. He said to tell you he and his belt are waiting impatiently outside the door,” the woman said with a wink.
“Oh, shit.”
“Oh, honey. If only I were twenty-five years younger. You two are making me miss my departed husband. You do know you’re a very lucky woman, don’t you?”
Brianna’s heart was pounding so hard at the thought of Markus disciplining her with his belt.
He wouldn’t punish me in public, would he?
It took her a second to realize the woman was still standing nearby, watching and awaiting her reply. “You don’t know the half of it. I’m the luckiest woman on the planet.”
The woman had a look of satisfaction. “Well, I’m just glad you realize it. I’d get out there if I were you. I wouldn’t keep a handsome man like that waiting too long. There are plenty of vultures around here that may try to swoop in and steal him from you.”
“I’m not too worried, but well… thank you. You know… for the message.”
“You’re very welcome.”
Bri took a deep breath and opened the ladies’ room door. As promised, her husband was nearby, leaning casually against the wall, hands pushed into his tuxedo pants pockets, looking absolutely GQ. She flashed her brightest smile. “Hi, honey. Sorry I kept you waiting.” She laid it on thick. The picture of innocence.
“Were my instructions unclear?”
Brianna melted at his authoritative tone. It did funny things to her already discombobulated insides. “No, sir. It just took some time to get everything all taken care of as you asked.”
He didn’t speak. He too
k her hand, dragging her quickly behind him in the opposite direction of the party. They turned down another hallway, where there were even fewer patrons.
When they arrived at what appeared to be a dead end—two closed heavy doors—she assumed they’d turn around. Instead, Markus surprised her by leading them through the unlocked doors, making sure to close them.
There was just enough low lighting to see they were in a deserted hallway. Her heart rate jumped as Markus lifted her into a fireman’s hold, throwing her unceremoniously over his broad shoulder. He moved them quickly to a door marked “family restroom.”
“Markus! I don’t think we’re supposed to be here. Put me down!”
With a sharp smack to her upturned ass, he let her know what he thought of her idea. “Shush. We need to be quiet and fast. We can’t be gone too long, but there’s no way I’m waiting until we get back to the hotel to punish you. If we’re going to be subjected to that blow-hard babbling all night, I can at least enjoy watching you squirm in your seat, knowing your ass is properly punished and plugged. If we’re really lucky, we’ll have enough time for a quickie and you can enjoy my cum seeping out to stain my naughty slut’s beautiful dress.”
Hearing her Dom call her a slut for the first time, Brianna nearly self-combusted on the spot. The only person to call her that derogatory name before was Jake. She thought she hated the word. Only now did she realize it wasn’t the word she hated—it was the man who’d used it. From the lips of her loving husband, in the current scenario, it was hot as hell. She wanted to be his naughty slut in private.
Markus deposited Bri on her ass atop a waist-high marble countertop. Her husband moved with purpose, pushing her to lie backwards, flat on her back. Then he slung her dangling legs up and over her body, doubling her in half so her feet were near her ears and her plugged ass was now bared, front and center for her husband’s inspection.
“Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve seen in my entire life; seeing you displayed before me like this, sweetheart, that plug filling your ass. Shit, we need to hurry. I’ve got to get one off or I’m never going to get through the rest of this night. Hold your legs for me.”
Brianna was as eager to feel it as her husband was to be inside her. The woman had interrupted her much too early in the bathroom. She couldn’t wait for Markus to scratch her itch.
The distinctive whoosh of his belt pulling out of his pants cranked up her excitement to a fever pitch. To most women, that sound struck fear. For Brianna, pain was mere foreplay. Not only did she have a high pain tolerance, but the pain actually enhanced her sexual experience. Markus may not have known her secret for the first three years of their marriage, but he was making up for lost time.
The first crack of his belt against her milky ass put a stop to her wandering thoughts. The pain was sharp; the loud crack as leather met flesh was as exciting as the lingering burn the implement left in its wake. Markus delivered a quick volley, leaving Brianna breathless. She absorbed the pain like a flower absorbs hot summer sunrays. It might have burned, but it also aroused her, and fed her much-needed nutrients.
They must have been ten lashes in before Markus stopped to address his wayward wife. “Why are you being punished, Brianna?”
“Because I took too long in the bathroom. You told me to hurry back to the table.”
“Yes. Your dallying in there cut into our time here. You’ve cut our time so short we may not have time to fit in a fuck. As you can imagine, that doesn’t make me happy, does it?”
“No sir. I’m not happy about it either.”
He resumed the belting as he continued his lecture. “What took you so long? Did you have trouble getting the plug to stay in?”
Bri winced as he delivered the strongest lash yet. “Owie! No, sir. Not really.”
“So, why so long?”
She didn’t want to answer his question. Angry with her delay, Markus stopped the belting long enough to pull the plug out of her ass. Brianna watched him carefully from between her legs. She saw barely contained lust as he shoved the plug back in, deep, effectively claiming her ass. Her unladylike grunt brought a sly smile to her husband’s lips.
“Answer me, Brianna.” He had resumed the belting.
“I was, well… horny. I was trying to—”
“Oh, you little minx. You were in there masturbating? Seriously?”
“I’m sorry, Markus. You have me so turned on all the time that I can’t help myself. I want you all the time.”
“So, you decided to get yourself off instead?”
The belting accelerated. It was about to push her over the edge into her favorite kind of orgasm.
He must have noticed. “Oh no you don’t. New rule. Until further notice, you will not come unless you have my permission. At all. Ever.”
“What? No, Markus!” That doused her excitement.
“Oh yes.”
“But what if you’re gone on business or at work?”
“You’ll wait for me to get home to service you. If you can’t wait, you’ll phone me and ask for permission. I may or may not allow it. Regardless, until further notice, I’m in complete control of your orgasms, is that understood?”
Brianna loved the authoritative way her husband was taking her in hand, but she absolutely hated this new rule. She’d gotten herself off at least a time or two per day since last weekend’s major breakthrough in her marriage. Knowing she’d need Markus’s permission going forward would curtail her fun.
A hard slap to her inner thigh with his hand brought her back to reality. “Yes, sir. I understand.”
“Good girl. Did you wash up after?”
“No, sir. I didn’t have time. That woman interrupted me.”
“Fingers. I want to taste your fingers.”
Brianna released her right leg to extend her right hand out to her husband. Their eyes locked as he sucked her soiled fingers into his warm mouth. His satisfied moan as he tasted her essence got her throbbing again.
“You taste so damn good. I need more.” He dove down to slide his tongue through her wet cunt, ending by latching onto her swollen clit. Brianna bucked her hips off the counter, loving the sudden attention to her most sensitive body part. The bliss was short-lived.
He stopped before letting her come. Instead, he stepped back to release his cock from his pants. Bri ogled his impressive manhood, swollen to its most impressive girth; pre-cum glistened at the tip.
“Eyes.”
She snapped her eyes up to meet his. Markus let several long seconds go by as their excitement built, hanging in limbo together until he pegged the tip against her wet core and shoved hard and deep, impaling himself into her snug pussy. The double penetration for Brianna had her climaxing almost immediately. She’d been hanging on by a thread, and her husband’s hard pounding broke the string, sending her tumbling into a strong orgasm. Her tight, squeezing pussy had a stranglehold on her husband’s tool. Through her orgasmic haze, she saw he wouldn’t be far behind her.
It took only a few more hard thrusts into her fiery core to send Markus toppling over into his own release. Buried deep, he emptied his spunk into his wife with a low growl.
They remained locked together in the most intimate way, regaining their composure until the sound of a ringing cell phone coming from Brianna’s discarded clutch purse interrupted them.
“God damn that woman. She really needs to stop calling us and learn to talk to Lukus instead.”
The words hung in the air until the sound of Markus’s cell phone could be heard through his jacket pocket. Brianna couldn’t hold in the giggle. “Sounds like Lukus is too busy calling you for advice himself to talk to Tiff.”
Markus reluctantly removed himself from his wife and reached into his inner pocket with one hand to bring out a handkerchief, rushing to sop up some of his escaping warm jizz before it soiled her expensive dress. His other hand reached into his pocket to withdraw his phone.
“This had better be important. You just interrupted an i
ncredible quickie. I can’t believe I’m standing talking to you instead of kissing my wife.”
Brianna didn’t like the instant look of worry that wrinkled Markus’s brow. He covered the end of the phone and spoke softly to her. “You’d better answer your phone. I have no idea what the hell happened, but I’ve never heard Lukus like this. Something big’s going on.”
Chapter Four
Tiffany
“Hello? Tiff, you okay?”
Tiffany had managed to calm down long enough to stop crying for more than two minutes. The sound of her best friend’s concerned voice collapsed her brave wall and she dissolved into tears again.
“Oh, no. Tiffany, hon, what’s wrong? Did something happen to you or Lukus?” When Tiff still didn’t answer, Brianna accurately assessed the situation. “You guys had a fight, didn’t you? He’d better not have hurt you. I’ll kick his ass myself if he hurt you.”
Through her hiccups, and starts and stops, Tiff managed to get the words flowing. “It’s not… his… fault. I was… a complete… idiot. He’s gonna… wail on my ass… and then… throw me out. And… I deserve it!” The sobs were so strong, her halting voice gave up on talking.
“Oh come on, now. It can’t be that bad. Something like this was bound to happen, honey. It’s gonna take some time for you guys to figure each other out.”
Brianna patiently waited while her best friend collected herself enough to speak coherently.
Tiff released a heavy sigh before answering. “It’s worse than that. He wants a robot who’ll just follow directions. I know I was stupid, but he actually expects me to shut down my brain and never think again.”
The sound of her best friend laughing upset Tiffany more. Brianna’s response didn’t make her feel any better, either. “You’re exaggerating. Lukus loves how sassy you are. It’s what attracted him to you in the first place. He told you so himself.”