Wanting It All (The Passion Series Book 1) (2 page)

‘
Holy hell!  He’s going to answer my phone and tell Markus what we’ve been doing.  How could I have been so stupid?’

Brianna begins to thrash wildly on the back of the loveseat.  She’s desperate to be free of the rope holding her down.  She heaves a sigh of relief when she hears the call go to voicemail before Jake can pick it up.  He’s moved out of her limited line of sight and the only hint of what he is up to are the sounds of him dressing.

“Untie me Jake.  I mean it.”

Bri is not prepared for him to touch her and she jumps, startled that he’s leaning intimately over her now shaking body.  She’d been mistaken.  He hasn’t gotten dressed, but instead dangles his thick, wide leather belt in front of her face.  He gives her a few seconds to register his intention as the contact between their bodies begins to heat Brianna up all over again.   Her mind wants to hate him, but her body’s involuntary reaction to the belt is a stark reminder of why she’s here in the first place.  Still, the cost of losing Markus is much too high a price to pay for a few minutes of painful pleasure.  She needs to get out of here, and fast.

“How dare you?” she says, trying to sound calmer than she feels. “Jake, you need to untie me right now.”  Her futile struggles have resumed.

“I’m sorry Brianna, but I insist on doing my duty and punishing you for being such a naughty little girl.  It wouldn’t be right for you to get away with this little tryst scot-free.  So either I answer the phone the next time he calls and tell your husband that
he
needs to punish you, or I take care of your punishment myself.  Which one is it going to be, my pet?”

He doesn’t wait for her answer; he knows what it will be.  The first strike of his thick leather belt isn’t very hard.  The loud crack startles Brianna more than anything.  She quickly understands it was just a warm-up, because Jake very quickly begins to blister her helpless ass with fast, hard strokes of the belt.  The loveseat that she’s tied to begins to move from its original location as Brianna struggles to free her arms and legs. Through her rising panic, she manages to scream out to Jake, “You promised, damn you!  You promised not to do anything that would leave a mark that Markus could see! You know damn well that you are leaving marks! Stop!!!” 

She’s almost frantic now. The swinging rhythm of Jake’s belt has always been one of the fastest paths to her purgatory between pain and pleasure.   The belt continues to rain down welts, leaving ugly red, thick stripes across her creamy-white butt and upper thighs.  It’s somewhere around strike twenty that Jake smiles victoriously as he hears her pain-filled cries turning to feral moans.  He stops the punishment long enough to slide two fingers along the length of her slit, laughing as he feels how wet she is. 

“You’re drenched my dear.  You can deny it all you want, but I can play your body like a well-tuned instrument.  If your precious husband knew even half of the tricks I do, you’d never agree to see me again.  Stop fighting it Bri.  You know this is why you came to me today.”

Brianna finally allows her body to take over, temporarily silencing the fear thundering in her brain as he resumes her punishment. Her helplessness combined with each hard stroke of his belt is bringing her higher and higher.  The pain of her ass being blistered has electrified her core.  It’s the switch that turns on that throbbing ache deep inside her sex - an ache so addictive she’s foolishly risked losing the love of her life for another taste. 

Almost as if he can read her mind, Jake knows exactly when to throw the belt to the floor. In one swift motion, he steps close and buries his rock hard cock into her dripping wet sheath.   They both cry out.  

There is no need to beg this time.  Jake always takes her hard and fast after he’s punished her.  Beating her ass red has always been his favorite forms of foreplay and today is no different.   He pistons into Brianna’s sex like a man on a mission, grabbing her hips to help pull her onto his cock while he lunges forward.  Brianna comes twice before he finally shoots his seed deep in her pussy, once again marking her in his own primal way.

Jake collapses heavily on top of Bri when he’s spent, crushing her in a way that makes breathing hard.  Every muscle in her body is aching from being stretched painfully for hours.   She can feel the thin layer of sweat covering her body from her strenuous exertion. She’s relieved when Jake finally stands and quickly begins to dress as she tries to catch her breath and calm down.  She can’t see what he’s doing, but after several minutes, she distinctly makes out the sound of the door opening and slamming shut. 

“JAKE!  YOU ASSHOLE! UNTIE ME!”   Bri is beyond frantic that he would leave her like this to be found by the housekeeper. And when? Tomorrow morning?  

A full minute of terror passes before Jake places his hand intimately on her warm, red ass.  Brianna jumps with surprise as she feels him gently removing the plug.  She’s even more surprised when he starts placing tender kisses down her back and across her now blistered bottom.  He seductively massages her tender butt for a few minutes before finally reaching to untie her ankles and wrists. 

Despite finally being free of the restrictive ropes, Brianna finds that her legs have lost all feeling from being tied in the compromising position for so long.  Masquerading as a gentleman, Jake scoops her up in his strong arms and carries her to the bed, gently laying her well-used body down on her side to avoid putting pressure on her tender ass.  Brianna wants to hate him.  She wants to only remember how mean he was to her, and how he has terrified her today.  She knows focusing on that will make it easier to avoid getting pulled back into his web in the future.   Unfortunately, as he often does at the end of one of their rendezvous, Jake gives her just a small glimpse of why she had found it so hard to leave him in the first place.

He kneels on the carpet, eye-level with Brianna, wiping at the tears that have continued to fall. He brushes her sex-mussed long brunette hair away from her face and ever so gently leans in to place small kisses from her forehead down the bridge of her nose, eventually ending with a quick kiss to her lips.  When he tries to turn it into a passionate kiss, Brianna struggles to push him away. As hypocritical as it seems, she’s always felt that letting Jake kiss her is cheating on Markus in a more intimate way than letting him stick his dick into her body.  Jake is having none of it today. He snakes his hand through her long hair and roughly grabs the back of her head, kissing her forcibly.  She tries to resist, but as soon as Jake’s tongue invades her mouth, all resistance is gone.  

Jake knows exactly how to kiss Bri in a way that makes her forget all else.  His tongue invades her kissable mouth as urgently as his cock had invaded her pussy only moments before.  Only after he has Bri again moaning with building passion does he finally pull out of their embrace, staying close. Brianna has her eyes closed tightly, praying he’ll just leave before he can see the conflicting emotions he ignites in her.

“Open your eyes, Brianna,” he whispers, as if reading her mind.

Bri waits as long as she can in the silence of the room, but when she realizes he isn’t going to leave until she obeys, she finally opens her eyes to stare up into Jake’s deep blue ones. What she sees is surprising.  She’d expected to see him gloating at his victory over her body, but what is shining in his eyes is an emotion she has never seen there before. If she had to describe it, she would call it tenderness. Within a few seconds, a small smile brightens Jake’s face as he addresses his ex-girlfriend.

“I really have missed you Brianna.  You have to see how great we are together.   I’ll be waiting for your call when you finally get tired of playing house out in the suburbs with your vanilla-sex husband.  Don’t wait too long to come to your senses and leave him, baby.  I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to resist picking up the phone to enlighten him myself.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”  And then it hits her.  “Why the hell do you even care if I stay married?  I would think you’d be happy with this sick arrangement.  You get to fuck me without being tied down. From day one, you’ve always told me that you’re not marriage material and you were right. You suck at relationships Jake.”

“Maybe. But times change, Bri.  I’ve had enough time away from you now to understand how perfect we really are for each other.  If you would be honest with yourself for one minute, you’d see that too.” He looks so damn confident, like he’s crazy enough to believe what he’s saying.

“Jake, you’re crazy.  The only thing we do well is sex. It’s true you know how to push my buttons like no one else ever has, but you don’t have the first clue about what it takes to really make me happy.  Today was a mistake.  The first time you conned me into doing this a few months ago was a mistake. It has to end. Don’t call me or come see me again. This is good-bye Jake.”

They spend a few seconds staring each other down before Jake starts to laugh his mocking laugh.  He stands and looks down on her intimately. 

“We’ll see about that Brianna.   You said that last time, but let a few weeks go by and that fire inside you starts to flare up again.  Your wimp of a husband doesn’t even know that fire is there, let alone how to kindle it.  I’ll see you again soon, my pet, just as soon as you start to smolder.” 

Jake leans down and gives Bri one last almost violent kiss before finally releasing her and walking to the door, leaving her alone without a backward glance.   The heavy hotel door slams loudly, drawing a flinch from Brianna.  Within seconds, a renewed wave of remorse washes over her as the sobs she’s been holding back finally overcome her.

There are so many thoughts swarming through her that it’s hard for her to know what has her the most upset.  Is it the emotional humiliation and physical trials that Jake had put her through?  Is it the guilt of having sex with someone other than her husband, or her fear of Markus finding out and leaving her? Or, just maybe, her biggest fear that Jake is right - that while she loves Markus, at the end of the day, his inability to please her sexually will destroy their marriage.

‘
Damn you, Jake. You’re wrong. I love Markus. There won’t be a next time.’

After a few minutes of wallowing in her self-loathing, Brianna forces herself to her feet and stumbles towards the bathroom for a quick shower to rinse away all evidence of her infidelity. She gasps as she catches the first glimpse of her red ass in the oversized mirror.  

She talks out loud to the empty room. “Damn you to hell, Jake, for leaving marks on me.” 

She also sees the remnants of the lube smeared across her ass. She has always resisted butt play, something she’d even refused when Markus had asked her to try.  Now the guilt of letting Jake be the first to play with that most private part of her body sends a new wave of remorse over her. 

Remembering the recent calls from Markus, Brianna forces herself to snap out of her thoughts long enough to turn on the shower to the hottest temperature she can stand.   She needs to hurry, clean up and get out of there.  She doesn’t want to call Markus back from the room in which she’d betrayed him.  

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Twenty minutes later, Brianna is walking through the expansive lobby of the Four Seasons, her hair still damp.  She regrets forgetting to phone down to the valet to have her car brought around.  The ten minutes she has to wait for her Lexus SUV seem to drag on forever.  She uses the time to finally listen to the voicemail message Markus had left her less than an hour before.  

“Hey sweetheart.  Where are you?  I wanted you to be the first person I shared the good news with.  The judgment came back in record time this afternoon and it was a complete victory for my client.   I’m going to get out of here early so we can…”   

Markus’s voice sounds strained to Brianna, and there is a long pause in the message.  She starts to think that the call got dropped before she hears Markus continue on.  “I’ve had a few surprises lately so I thought I’d surprise you by coming home early to take you out for dinner and then to a club. I’ll be home by six.  I have 7:30 reservations at Hugo’s. Could you wear your sexy little black dress tonight? Oh, and don’t forget to wear those expensive red fuck-me pumps you insisted on buying a few months ago. Tonight is the perfect occasion for them.”

The message ends there.  Brianna looks down at her watch and panics again when she sees it’s nearly five. Even with no traffic, it takes thirty minutes to get from downtown out to their upscale suburban home. At this hour on a Friday, it could take triple the time. Since she was supposed to be spending the afternoon working at the salon that Markus had bought her as a wedding present, she knows she can’t even use traffic as an excuse for being late. The salon is just five minutes from their house. She’s just going to have to pray traffic is light.

Once on the highway, Brianna calls call her best friend, who also happens to be her second in command at her salon.  She’s going to need Tiffany to close for her tonight and more importantly, she’s going to need to make sure Tiffany is going cover for her if Markus calls. Tiffany is the only person that knows about Bri’s infidelity.  In fact, there is nothing about her life that Tiffany doesn’t know. 

The two women have been best friends since becoming college roommates over nine years ago and share everything. Beyond the occasional squabble, they’ve always gotten along. But now Bri can’t help but to think back to how angry Tiffany was earlier in the day when Jake had shown up at the salon unannounced. His arrival had precipitated their first argument, which ended with Tiffany telling Bri to get her head out of her ass and remember what a jerk Jake was.