Wanting It All (The Passion Series Book 1) (5 page)

“It’s a private club. They have a very exclusive kind of clientele.”

Brianna’s next question is barely audible. “And what kind of clientele is that?”

His smile is almost mischievous as he answers. “The naughty kind.”

‘Oh shit.’

Brianna sits in quiet trepidation as Markus exits the car to speak to the burly bouncer. She strains to catch some part of their conversation, but can’t make out what they’re saying over the pounding bass coming from inside the club. She's not sure if she’s relieved or not when Markus finally comes around to open her car door for her as the bouncer lowers himself into the driver’s seat of the Porsche.  He immediately moves the seat back as far as it will go to try to make more room for his bulky body as he prepares to valet park the car. 

Brianna sits glued to her seat, suddenly afraid to get out.  When Markus reaches for her, she looks at him pleadingly, but refuses to take his hand. That’s when she feels the bouncer’s hand on her arm. He’s gripping her hard enough that she worries he’ll leave a bruise. 

“I believe your husband is trying to help you out of the car, Mrs. Lambert. Why don’t you be a good girl and listen. Now.”

She flinches, and scrambles to exit the car as she wonders what she’s getting herself into.

Brianna huddles close to her husband as he closes the car door and the Porsche speeds off down the alley.  Only when the car turns out of sight does she realize that she’d left her purse with her phone in the car.  She starts to tell Markus that she needs her purse but decides against it as he hustles her towards the door, where another menacing bouncer stands guard. He’s as tall as Markus and covered in tattoos. Everything about him looks dangerous.

As they reach the door, Markus reaches out to shake his hand. “Hey, Derek.  Thanks for watching out for us.”

“No problem, Markus.  Anything for you, man.”  While he continues to pump Markus’ hand in greeting, he lets his eyes shift to Brianna and she’s shocked at how brazenly his eyes scan her body. When she visibly shudders under his gaze, he shoots her a knowing smile. Her shudder turns to a shiver.

Brianna grasps onto Markus’s arm, trying to turn him towards her.  She leans towards his ear. “Markus, I don’t want to stay here.  I know your friend invited us, but I’m not feeling well.  Please... I want to go home now.” 

“Don’t be silly, Brianna.  We just got here.  I can see you’re cold. Let’s get inside and we’ll get you warmed up.  I really think you’re going to enjoy it here.”   He shepherds her through the unmarked door. She can feel Derek’s eyes on her backside as they walk through a dimly lit hallway that opens to a round foyer that looks like it could be in a different building altogether. The floor is mosaic marble, the walls hung with heavy red velvet curtains similar to those used in old theatres. In the center of the room is a circular staircase leading to a second floor. A security keypad is next to double doors Brianna assumes lead into the main club, judging by the techno music pounding beyond them.

Markus is navigating the place like he’s been there before, holding Brianna’s hand firmly as they head up the stairs. She struggles to keep pace on the too-high stilettos he’d specifically asked her to wear. She can sense Derek behind them, although she’s afraid to look. At one point, she’s sure she feels him brush her ass as they walk.

When they reach the top of the stairs, Derek moves around them, blatantly brushing against Brianna’s body as he passes by. He takes the lead as they walk down a shadowy, curved hallway. They pass numbered doors and Derek stops when they reach the one labeled “3”. He produces a magnetic card and swipes it through the security pad next to the door.  The lock can be heard releasing as he swings the door open and motions for Brianna to go ahead and enter ahead of him. 

Brianna tentatively goes through the door and surveys in the details of the unique room.  There are four oversized, comfortable looking chairs lined up in a semi-circle along the far wall, curiously facing away from the door.  As she gets a few feet into the room she understands why.  The far end of the room is open to the large first floor and as she approaches the back of the stuffed chairs, she sees they are standing in a private balcony box overlooking the club below.   From this vantage point, she can see the large, fully stocked bar below with barstool seating for over a dozen people.  There are well-dressed men milling about waiting for drinks.  Her attention moves to the two-story red velvet theater curtains that are drawn across a very large, slightly curved stage that runs the entire length of the room. 

Brianna moves between the chairs to stand near the railing. A Plexiglas panel beneath the railing allows for better viewing of the club seats below for those seated in private box chairs.  From this vantage point, she can see much more of the first floor.  She had expected to see theater style seating since they’re obviously in a theatre.  Instead she sees multiple seating areas with comfortable oversized chairs and couches along with tables of varying shapes and sizes artfully arranged for a casual feel. Only when leaning far over the railing can she make out several rows of true theater style seating located directly under the second floor private boxes.  

While she doesn’t see a dance floor or dancers, the loud dance music continues to play.  Brianna becomes increasingly uneasy when she evaluates the occupants of the room below.  There are over a half dozen powerful looking men milling about, as if at a cocktail party. Beside them are women in varying degrees of undress, all kneeling next to the men.  Her mind is reeling; Brian
na’s gentle husband has brought her to a sex club.

Excitement overshadows her nagging fear as Brianna sees another couple arrive and walk up to the group below.  After shaking hands with a few of the men, the well-dressed older blond man turns to the woman next to him and helps her to take off the long coat she’s wearing.  Brianna’s breath catches when she sees the woman is completely naked under the coat except for a leather collar and wrist and ankle cuffs.   Her eyes are riveted as the man takes what appears to be a leash out of his suit pocket and attaches it to the thick leather collar snuggly fastened around the woman’s neck.  As soon as the leash is attached, Brianna watches the blonde woman fall gracefully to the floor into a kneeling position.  Her legs are spread widely apart as she leans back and clasps her hands behind her neck, proudly displaying her naked body to anyone who glances her way.  The man holding her leash - presumably her Master - continues to talk with the other men.  He occasionally reaches his hand down to gently stroke the hair of the beautiful slave obediently kneeling next to him.

Brianna’s pussy is throbbing with sudden desire as she watches the scene play out in front of her.   As she watched, cocktail waitresses in body-hugging corsets make their way through the crowd, taking drink orders and delivering appetizers and beverages to the Masters and Mistresses in attendance.  Bri can’t help but notice that the corsets stop short of covering the server girls’ breasts, but rather serve as shelves to push their naked breasts up and out for all to admire.  Even from this distance Bri can make out the heavy-duty nipple piercings that decorate the servers’ perky tits.   

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.