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 al ready 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.
If they could see up into the private box, they would see a determined man pounding his wife at a punishing pace. The anger is rolling off his body as he viciously digs his grip into her hips and pulls her body back hard to meet his forward thrusts. There is no love in this coupling, only pain and betrayal. It’s meant to be the ultimate punishment fuck, but within minutes Brianna’s moans of ecstasy as she explodes in a powerful orgasm show Markus firsthand how little he understands his wife’s sexual needs. Her guilty sobs have been replaced with a litany of dirty talk that would make a truck driver blush, or at least want to jack-off.
“Oh, my God. That’s it Markus… fuck me hard… yes… harder… that’s it, honey… oh God… thank you… I needed this so bad… I’m so sorry… so very sorry… I love you so much… that’s it… fuck me harder… yes…” Her rambling becomes incoherent as she rolls into her next orgasm. She’s sobbing again, but she’s not sure if it’s pain, guilt or sexual release at the heart of her melt down.
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Witnessing his wife come unglued before his very eyes pushes Markus into the most explosive orgasm of his life. His heart feels like it could pound right out of his chest between his physical exertion and his precarious emotional state. As he stays buried balls-deep in his wife’s traitorous pussy, the dam holding his emotions at bay finally collapses and the fearless defense attorney who can eat hardened criminals for lunch finds himself crying hot tears as he