Wanting It All (The Passion Series Book 1) (10 page)

Yes, he’d been a fool to think he could live happily ever after with his beautiful wife.  Hell, they’d even been talking about starting a family soon.  He feels a new pain at the end of yet another dream, but tells himself that maybe men like him don’t deserve to have it all. 

Finally worn down by 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 he vaguely remembers throwing a few hours earlier.  The large mirror above the fireplace is shattered and he curses in pai
n as his bare foot encounters a shard of Brianna’s favorite vase.

He somehow navigates safely to the guest bath near the kitchen and finds an old prescription bottle of Ambien in the medicine cabinet.  More than anything, he needs to shut his brain down, to 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 lukewarm swig from a beer he’d left in the bathroom earlier and stops to take a whiz before returning to the great room. He finally collapses facedown onto the leather sofa.   Relief finally comes in the form of a drug-induced sleep.

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When Lukus awakes a short hour later, it hits him: 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 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 muscular body. 

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 before seven 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 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.”

For Lukus, the short conversation between husband and wife provides a glimpse into his old friend’s happy marriage.  The lucky bastard had found himself the perfect submissive 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’d found a diamond in the rough. 

She’d 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 as the perfect submissive in private.   Their marriage is 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 has another more intimate, deeper layer.

James and Mary also practice domestic discipline in their marriage.  James is the head of their household and Mary defers to him for all major decisions.  On the rare occasion she disobeys, her husband disciplines her with a spanking.  They rarely come to The Punishment Pit these days, but Lukus always knows Mary has done something really naughty when James brings her in for a punishment session with Lukus.  His morning hard-on gets even harder thinking about the last time he’d been able to paddle his friend’s wife’s plump ass to a nice rosy red.

Lukus has been subconsciously trying to find his own
Mary
for years.  The more time passes, the more he’s come to appreciate how very rare it is to find the perfect mix of strength and submission in a woman.  He sees his share of submissive wanna-be’s, but when tested, they’re only half committed. 

Then there are the all-out submissives who are one hundred percent committed to the BDSM lifestyle.  He used to think that was the type of woman he needed to make him happy, but after several failed relationships with fulltime submissives, Lukus had to reluctantly acknowledge that he’s bored by women who never challenge him.

Finding a woman who can master that delicate balance of strength and submission has begun to feel like his own personal mission impossible. As a result, Lukus regularly reminds his friend, James, just how lucky he was to find Mary. 

“Tell Mary I’m sorry for waking her,” Lukus tells his friend.  “And let me remind you again what a lucky bastard you are to have her there snuggled up next to you.  When we hang up I’m going to be sitting here jacking off my
morning woody and you can roll over and get a good-morning fuck from your perfect sub.”  He tries not to sound as jealous as he feels.

“Did you really call me at this un-Godly hour to talk about morning hard-ons?  Now that you mention it, I have just enough time to roll my wife over and take her hard before the kids wake up, so why don’t you spit it out so I can hang up?”   Lukus can hear his friend’s teasing chuckle as well as a squeal from Mary. 

Lukus takes a deep breath before asking his favor.  “I need your help this morning.  Can you come in to the club with your bag of goodies?”

“Sorry, but I don’t have time to come and play doctor today, Lukus.  The boys have a soccer game around eleven that I really need to be at. They’re in the playoffs.”

“James, the soccer dad.  Who’d have thought you’d turn into the model husband and father after living the life of the deviant doctor for so many years?”  Lukus knows how to push his friend’s buttons.   He knows as happy as James is, he’s still feeling self-conscience about being tamed by his family life.

“Hey, you can give me all the shit you want.  I know you’d give your right nut about now for your own family.  So cut the shit, Lukus.  What’s this really about?”  James has always been one of the few people who can keep Lukus honest.

“It’s Markus.  He needs our help.  His wife cheated on him and she’s here.  He wants my help in getting her to see the error of her ways.”

“Brianna? No way. We’ve gone out to dinner with them a few times. There’s no way she cheated on Markus.  She doted on him all night long.”

‘Fuck. This complicates things.’ 

He should have suspected that James might have already met Brianna.  Lukus takes a few minutes to think through the implications, contemplating if he needs to change tactics yet again.

“Listen, I never met her before last night, but Markus was completely knocked on his ass.  He never thought she’d cheat either.  He’s really fucked up.   He brought her here for my help in both punishing her and also to get her to sign some quick divorce papers, but I’ve run into some complications.  I really need Dr. Chambers’ help in breaking her.”

A pregnant pause is finally broken by a sigh from James.  “I don’t know Lukus.  I like Brianna.  I don’t like the idea of humiliating her like this.  It pisses me off if she really did cheat on him and she does deserve to be punished, but Markus should be handling this himself.  He’s the head of his household and he needs to discipline his own wife.”

“So why do you always bring Mary to me when she’s done something really bad?” Lukus already knows the answer to the question, but he wants to force his friend to verbalize it.

Lukus hears his audible sigh. “Because you’re the master of safe pain.  Bringing her to The Punishment Pit really gets her attention and lets her know how serious I am about what she’s done to displease me.”

“And so Markus doesn’t get to do the same thing with his wife?”

James’ tone is growing impatient. “If you’re asking me to bring my bag of goodies, this is different and you damn well know it.”

“Okay, okay… maybe you’re right. Regardless, I still need your help.  Will you come?  For Markus?”

There’s silence on the line for a long minute.  Lukus begins to think they might have been disconnected when James finally answers.  “Alright, I’ll come, but I don’t like it.  Are you sure Markus wants this?”

“Markus wants her to sign divorce papers and this is what it’s going to take to make that happen.” Lukus’ voice sounds stronger than he actually feels.  He hopes he’s right about how quickly this will bring an end to this game they’re playing.

“Fine. I’m going to make love to my wife and then jump in the shower.  I’ll be there as soon as I can, but I can’t stay long. I really do need to leave in time to make it to the soccer match.”

“No problem. See you soon, doc.”

After they disconnect, Lukus heads off to shower to try to get his day started.  He wonders how Brianna fared in her cage overnight.  He pushes down the guilt he feels for confining her alone in such a cramped space.

“Stop being such a pussy,” he tells his reflection. “She deserves this and more.  She deserves every little devious thing your sick mind can dream up.” 

Lukus feels surprisingly better as he heads to the shower.  He’d much rather drag his friend’s wife in to suck him off, but knowing that’s not in the cards, settles for stroking his soapy cock until thick ropes of cum splash the shower tiles.  Just thinking about how hot Brianna’s body
looked draped over the spanking bench the night before, her own cum dripping down her inner thighs, makes him contemplate jacking off a second time in hopes he’ll be able to contain himself when he sees her naked body again this morning.

Brianna’s bladder is about to burst by the time she finally sees Lukus emerging from his office across the room.   She hates how calm he looks.  He’s obviously had a shower; his dark hair is still damp.  But he’s neglected to shave and the rough, dark stubble of hair on his handsome face gives him a dangerous, bad-boy look that causes her core to wake up and take note.  She tells herself that it’s the fear causing her body to react, but if she’s honest, she’ll admit she’s drawn to Lukus’ power, his strength.

‘Wake up Brianna! He’s the enemy.
’

She doesn’t wait for him to get nearby before she lets him have it. “God damn you, Lukus.  I can’t believe you actually put me in a cage and left me here, naked and freezing, all night as if I’m a dog. I know Markus is angry at me, but I won’t believe he actually condones you treating me like this.”

He’s arrived next to her cage and squats down eye level with his reluctant captive.  “Nice to see you this morning too, Brianna.  If you wanted the deluxe accommodations, you should have kept your legs crossed.  Whores who cheat on their husbands don’t have much in the way of standing around here, sweetheart.”  

She hates how casual he sounds, especially when she’s trying to keep from panicking.

“What would have happened if the building caught on fire?  I could have been trapped… killed.  It’s not safe at all to keep me locked up like this.”

Lukus laughs out loud, catching her off-guard.   She’d never seen him smile, let alone laugh.  She hates how his face lights up.  She’s pretty sure she sees a hint of a dimple in his chin, making him suddenly seem younger and less menacing.  But she’s not fooled.

His voice is annoyingly warm when he replies. “I think the only fire you should be worried about, little girl, is the fire that’s going to light up your ass during your next punishment session.” 

He’s not moving to open the cage yet and Brianna is getting impatient.  “You need to open the door and let me out. 
Now
.  I really have to go to the bathroom.” 

He watches her intently before he answers, all traces of humor now gone. “Let’s get this straight right now.  I don’t
have
to do anything and that includes opening this door.   I know you didn’t have time to review the membership contract you signed, but if you had, you’d know you’re little more than a puppet. And I, my dear, am the puppet master.  The sooner you accept that, the better off you’ll be.”

“I’m not some simpering submissive here to bow at your feet.  You can’t treat me like this.”

“We’ll see about that, won’t we?”  He stands and moves away from her.

Brianna panics. “Wait… Lukus.  Where are you going?  I told you.  I really need to go to the bathroom.”

His dark green eyes are intense as they take her in.  “Is that any way to ask your Master permission?”

She hates the slight smirk she sees playing on his lips, but she knows she needs to play nice. “Please,” she says through gritted teeth.

“Please, what?”

“Please, open the door so I can go to the bathroom.”

He stands staring at her, waiting expectantly, his muscular arms crossed over his broad chest. 

She doesn’t know why he’s just waiting. “What?”

“It’s time you address me properly.  I’m not ‘Lukus’ to you.  You will call me either ‘Master’ or ‘Sir.’  Try again.”

Bri’s hackles are up.  How dare he? Still, she fears she’ll need to play along if she’s ever going to get a chance to escape.   Swallowing her pride, she manages to choke out her request again, this time hoping it meets with his domineering approval.  “Would you please open the door and let me out so I can go to the bathroom… sir.”

He makes her wait for several long seconds before smiling and walking back to the cage.  He makes a slight detour to stop and pick up something from a nearby table.  Brianna can’t see what he has in his hands until squats near the door to her cage.

“Give me your hands through this hole in the door.”  His tone leaves no room for dissent.

Bri pushes her wrists through the small opening in the door, her request coupled with a reflexive, “Yes, sir” before she can catch herself. She knows he’s enjoying her submission because a sly smile lights up his face as he begins locking fleece-lined cuffs around her outstretched wrists.

“Now your ankles,” he demands.

Brianna is not at all happy about this request since it requires her to sit back on her sore, bruised ass in order to stick each ankle.  The pain from sitting is sharp and a strange pleasure washes through her as she’s reminded of the strong punishment at Lukus’ hands the previous night.  She lets a gasp escape as she moves and glances up in the hope that Lukus didn’t hear.

He smiles at her. “How’s your ass today?”

“You know exactly how it is, you bastard,” she snaps out without thinking.

He’s just finishing locking the fleece-lined ankle restraint as he grabs hold of her foot and squeezes with full strength.  Brianna cries out in pain. 

“Care to try that answer again, sweetheart?”  His voice is deceivingly calm.  His green eyes show just how close to danger Brianna is skating right now.

With tears in her eyes she tries again. “My back, ass and legs are really sore today… sir.”

He squeezes for a few more seconds before releasing her.  “Better. We’ll get you trained yet.”

Satisfied that all the restraints are attached, Lukus unlocks the padlock securing Brianna’s cage and swings the door open. She’s forced to crawl out on her hands and knees, and is grateful when he helps her up, his almost gentle assistance a contradiction to his earlier treatment. Her cramped legs feel like spaghetti and he supports her until she steadies herself enough to walk.

Only the pressure on her over-full bladder hastens her along.  “I really need a restroom.”  She remembers to throw in a soft ‘sir’ as an afterthought.

Lukus takes her right hand in his and steers her across the room to a corner of the dungeon she hasn’t seen yet.  She doesn’t see a door in this direction, which confuses her.  When Lukus stops near the wall and drops her hand, Bri looks up at him.

“Where’s the door to the bathroom?”

He raises an eyebrow and she quickly adds another ‘sir’.

“Slaves don’t have the privilege of a private restroom or a real toilet for that matter.”

Bri looks around and with horror knows immediately he intends her to squat over the five-gallon bucket sitting in the middle of what looks like a four-by-four tiled shower floor with a drain in the middle.  She now notices the showerhead jutting out from the wall just behind the bucket.

Her voice is barely a whisper. “You can’t be serious?”

His voice is so powerful, so in contrast to her own.  “Oh, I’ve never been more serious.  If you need to pee, here’s your bucket.” 

She can feel him staring at her as she looks down at the bucket, her heart racing.   

They stand there in a silent showdown until she finally looks up at him, tears streaming down her face.  “Oh God, please. Don’t make me do this. I can’t.”

His eyes are boring into her.  Already stripped naked, she didn’t think she could feel more vulnerable in front of her captor, but she’d been wrong.  The harsh look on his face is striping another layer from her already fragile psyche.

“Well, I guess I could be persuaded to let you use my master bathroom upstairs.  You could take a hot bath and use all of the facilities… privately of course.”  He pauses as she briefly gets her hopes up before dashing them just as quickly.  “All it will take is one little signature on your divorce papers.  You sign and I take off the cuffs, get you a hot bath, a soft bed and some clothes.  I’ll even let you call that liar of a friend of yours and let her come pick you up.  You can go on your merry way, free to start the rest of your life.”

His words toughen her up.  “I told you last night and I’ll repeat it again because it seems you might have a hearing problem.  I am never - do you hear me? - 
never
going to sign the divorce papers.”  After a dramatic pause, she defiantly raises her chin, looks him square in the eye. “Sir.”

He slowly breaks into a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Suit yourself.  You have two minutes and then we’re moving on.”

Her bravery quickly evaporates as she realizes the fragile position she’s in.  She’s about to burst, but there’s no way in hell she can squat over the bucket to pee.  Not in private and certainly not with him watching her.  She makes up her mind to just power through.  “No, thank you.  I don’t need to go anymore,
sir
.”

“Okay.  If you say so, sweetheart.”  He takes her hand again in a deceivingly gentle manner and leads her towards his office. 

As they enter his office, the smell of coffee and pancakes jostle a growl out of her hungry stomach.  She quickly takes in the details of the space and is surprised to find a homey but masculine office.  The walls are lined from floor to ceiling with bookshelves holding hundreds of books, CDs and DVDs.  A comfortable-looking brown leather couch, oversized chair and ottoman sit in the middle of the room.

A space between the shelves directly across from his huge desk hold
s high-tech entertainment equipment.  Upon closer inspection, she also sees what looks to be an opening to what looks like a small elevator.

He surprises her by acknowledging her inspections of the surroundings.  “I live upstairs.  I turned the top floor of the building into one huge loft.”

Completing the room is a round, heavy wooden table with six padded chairs surrounding it.   Decks of cards and stacks of poker chips are piled on the far side of the table and the scent of cigar smoke mingles with leather. It’s the comforting, masculine scent of a man cave.

Lukus takes a seat in front of the one and only plate of food placed on the table.  Brianna pulls the chair next to him but he abruptly stops her.  “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

She’s flustered. She truly doesn’t know what he expects of her.  Suddenly more self-conscience than ever, she brings her arms up to cover her breasts and tries to hide her pussy from his probing stare.

“do not sit at the table.  You’ll kneel here and I’ll feed you what I think you deserve to eat.”  When she stands staring at him as if he’s from outer space,
he reinforces his point. “Kneel. Now
.
” 

He points to the floor and only then does she see the pillow placed there, presumably for her to kneel on.   Their eyes lock in a heated stare down.  Bri starts out so very strong, but with each passing second of his probing gaze, she feels her resolve crumbling.  She can feel the shivers beginning to shake her body and prays that they’re not visible enough for Lukus to notice.  She doesn’t want him to know how deeply he’s getting to her. 

He doesn’t need to say another word.  It only takes about thirty seconds before Bri’s resolve is gone and she finds herself slowly dropping to her knees on the pillow.  She can’t bear to look him in the eye any longer, which is bad enough, but she feels more traitorous tears streaming down her cheeks.  It takes all her will to keep from sobbing her distress.

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Lukus is grateful she finally looks down when she does.  He needs some time to regain control over his own rambling emotions.  He knows that had she continued to stare him down much longer, she would have seen his own resolve wavering.   

‘Why the hell am I letting her get to me?’

Even though he doesn’t have his own permanent submissive at the moment, almost every weekend at least one of the club members requests a private punishment or training session with Master Lukus.  He never has trouble being the strict disciplinarian and trainer they expect, having mastered hardening himself to the crying or sobbing submissive.  Their tears and even screams let him know he was getting his job done.  So how can a few quiet tears on the face of his friend’s wife give him pause?

He knows the answer immediately.  It keeps coming back to his guilt.  He knows Brianna is no ordinary club member.  She has absolutely no clue what she’d been forced to sign up for, no clue of how dark his world could get, no clue of how severe a Master Lukus punishment can be, no clue of how much mind-blowing pleasure he could deliver to her hot, tight body.   

‘Don’t go there, dip shit.’

His stomach churns with an uncomfortable roll as he thinks about the devious, humiliating plans he has for his captive, but he forces aside his doubts as he reaches out to cut the pancakes and sausage on his plate.  After taking a few bites, he pokes the fork through a bite of pancake and sausage and holds it in front of Brianna. When she doesn’t open after a few moments, he eats it instead.

He makes a show of ignoring now as he takes up his iPad and catches up on his email and current events while continuing to eat. Occasionally he stops to offer her a bite, but she holds firm in her refusal to eat from his hand.

When there are only a few bites left on his plate, he finally addresses her. “I’d think long and hard about refusing the next bite I offer you, sweetheart, because I assure you, it will be the last food you’re offered until much later today.  I have big plans for you and I suspect you might want to keep up your strength.”