by Livia Grant
Wanting It All
By
Livia Grant
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Wanting It All
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Table of contents:
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
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Chapter One
“That’s it, you little slut. I know you want it harder. Beg for it.”
Jake’s voice is husky and so damn smug. As if it weren’t enough that he has Brianna completely unglued from pent up frustration, now he is about to make her verbalize how desperate she is to be defiled by him. Even in her sex-hazed condition, she has to admit the bastard has outdone himself this time. God knows Bri would love to hate Jake for how he treats her, but then again, he’s only giving her exactly what she needs from him - freaking hot sex.
And as much as she’d love to tell Jake to go to hell, Brianna knows she’s in no position to change the rules of their complicated game right now. A moment of panic ensues.
‘What am I doing? How the hell did I let things get so out of control?’
She must be losing her mind to be here in this upscale hotel room, her naked body tied down tightly, legs splayed indecently wide over the back of the love seat. Worse yet, she’s about to beg to be fucked by her ex-boyfriend - the same ex-boyfriend she left over five years ago because he treated her like a piece of meat. Well-tenderized meat. Yet here she is, about to beg Jake to have his wicked way with her because, unfortunately, he unlocked some small, secret place deep down inside that only he seems to have the key to.
God knows she’s worked hard to push it down, to deny the need is there. But just like an ex-smoker confronted with the chance to sneak a quick cigarette when she thinks no one is looking, she can’t help but meet Jake for these short fuck-fests whenever he’s in town.
“I’m waiting, Brianna. I know you want it. You know you want it. All you have to do is tell me what you need.”
To make sure he has her full attention, Jake pulls the small butt plug out of her ass and slowly twists it back in as he inches his cock into her tight pussy, careful to only insert an inch or two. He’s been working her tight body for almost an hour, carefully taking her to the edge over and over with his perfect potion of pain and pleasure. He’s careful to never once allow her to climax. The bastard knows exactly how to push her to the proverbial edge of the cliff and then hold her there, dangling over the edge, waiting for that final plunge into ecstasy.
“Damn you, Jake. I need it. I need to come. Just fuck me already,” Brianna grits out. She hates how desperate she sounds, but she hates the sound of his mocking, deep laughter even more.
“I am fucking you Brianna. Don’t you feel my cock?” Jake slowly pulls all the way out and then reinserts just an inch or two of his long, thick tool. When she tries to thrust her body backwards in a failed attempt to impale herself, he rewards her with a hard slap on her already pink ass instead.
“Fuck you, Jake! You know I want it all. Give it to me!” After spending the last hour having every inch of her body brought alive with his fiendishly knowing hands and toys of torture, Brianna is primed and ready. All rational thought has left her, leaving only desperate physical yearning in its wake. She doesn’t even understand herself how she got to this moment.
‘I hate that I need this. What’s wrong with me that I let this happen again?’
The panic threatens to consume her before she pushes it down. A low moan of regret escapes before she manages to return her focus to the moment. Jake oh-so-slowly inserts the rest of his rock hard cock. Once in to the hilt, he holds completely still, allowing her pussy to hug his erection tightly.
“There you go, my pet. Now you have it all.”
Brianna’s breathing is becoming increasingly labored as her frustration level rises. She can’t see him her compromised position bent over the back of the love seat, her face mashed down into the cushions. Her hands and ankles are tied wide to the four legs of the heavy furniture. She doesn’t need to see his handsome face to know it’s wearing an arrogant expression.
He may be the master of sadistic self-control, but Brianna is coming unglued. She knows she’s lost control when she begins a litany of mumbled pleas.
“Please…I need it. I need it hard… and fast. I need it deep. Fuck me, Jake… please… fuck me until I come!”
Surely anyone walking by their room can hear her calling out, but she’s too far gone. She doesn’t care who hears her now.
For a few seconds Brianna thinks he’s going to keep withholding what she so desperately needs, but with relief she feels Jake pull out completely before slamming his hard tool deep into her in one powerful stroke. It’s clear he’s finally had enough foreplay and is ready to do what he does best - fuck hard and fast. Brianna vaguely registers the obscene sounds of their bodies slapping together. She is strangely turned on by her embarrassing guttural moans mingling with wet slurping sounds coming from her soaking wet sex. He’s tortured her all afternoon and she’s desperate to finally come. As if she needed any additional encouragement to go over the cliff, she feels Jake nearly remove the butt plug before plunging it back in. He begins to fuck her ass with the rude toy with the same hard rhythm he’s plunging his cock into her pussy.
Brianna should be furious that for all practical purposes, her ass is being raped. Jake knows full well that she has never wanted any ass play and that her virgin rosebud was off their playlist menu. But in typical Jake fashion, he blew through all her protests today and being unable to stop him, Bri had to submit when he shoved a well-lubed, relatively small butt plug up her tight ass.
It’s exactly this type of shit that made her leave him in the first place all those years ago. In addition to the fact that he treated her like crap, both in public and when they were alone, her biggest problem with Jake was she could never trust him to respect her limits. Jake has always taken joy in pushing Brianna to do things outside of her comfort zone. The more embarrassing or humiliating, the better he liked it. In spite of their rough play, Jake had scoffed when Brianna had wanted to introduce a safe word in their relationship. Ever
y time she would mention it, his answer was always the same: “We stop when I say we stop. Not a second before. I know your body better than you know it. Trust me because I know what you want Bri. I know what you need.” In spite of their years away from each other, there is no denying that he was right about knowing her body. The feel of her first double penetration with the dirty fullness in her ass is completely unhinging her.
They’d started their afternoon with her on her knees while he face-fucked her until he shot his hot cum down her throat. As a result, Jake now has amazing staying power and he’s using that power to drill her exactly how he knows she wants it. It doesn’t take long for Brianna to plunge over that elusive cliff and she is finally coming hard. Her cunt is squeezing his cock with erotic spasms. As always, Jake has to acknowledge her climax in his arrogant, condescending way.
“That’s it you little whore. Squeeze my cock. You got to come because I allowed it. I’m not done with you yet.”
Jake moves into high gear. He releases the fully seated butt plug and savagely grabs Brianna’s hips. He begins to pull her hard to him as he plunders her pussy with his cock as hard as possible. With each thrust he’s hitting so deep that she’s sure he’s going to damage her. As his body smashes hard against her tender ass, the butt plug is jamming deeper. He’s pushed her exactly where she loves to go, that purgatory smack dab between pleasure and pain, that perfect balance that brings her sexual satisfaction like no other, and Jake knows it.
“That’s it Bri. Come again while I shoot my cum deep in your pussy. I want to make sure you feel my cum seeping out into your panties after you leave here and go back home to your pathetic husband.”
‘Damn him to hell.’
Just as she’s about to hit that euphoric destination, Jakes runs her right off the road. He might as well have thrown water on her fire by making Brianna remember that the cock servicing her right now does not belong to her loving husband, Markus. A wave of guilt and shame washes over her with the same effect as a cold shower. Unfortunately for her, she has to suffer the last few minutes of Jake’s hard drilling without the benefit of receiving any pleasure. All that’s left is the pain. Physical and emotional pain.
‘My God…what have I done?’
Luckily, Jake is finally done with his fun. Brianna knows he takes great joy in shooting his cum deep inside her. It’s his way of marking her as his own. When done, he quickly pulls out of her dripping sex with a final slurping sound and soundly slaps her pink ass with his large open palm. The sound of the slap startles Brianna more than the actual pain from the contact.
She’s grateful when the jerk callously heads straight to the bathroom to shower before realizing that she’s shedding hot tears. He’s so conceited that he’d probably think she was crying tears of joy had he taken the time to notice. Now, she’s stuck here, tied in this humiliating position with Jake’s cum running down her inner thigh with nothing to do but think about how out of control she’s let her life become.
Bri should have known better. The last time she’d met Jake in a similar hotel, she’d ended up crying for an hour after he had left. At least last time she’d enjoyed herself while he was still there.
‘I have to stop this insanity. I can’t keep fucking around or I’m going to lose the best thing that’s ever happened to me.’
How could she have let the ache of her unnatural physical desires cloud her vision long enough to forget she has a husband who loves her? Markus treats her like his precious princess; it’s complete and utter insanity for her to cheat on him.
Even after realizing Jake was treating her like dirt, it still took her close to a year to even consider going out with another man. She hadn’t even really been looking for a new relationship when she met Markus.
It didn’t take long for her to see that Markus was everything that Jake wasn’t. As a successful defense attorney, Markus was settled in his career. He was handsome, and unlike Jake, Markus’ bad-boy good looks came without a side of immaturity. And he was seven years her senior – just enough of an age difference to be exciting.
Brianna had fallen for Markus hard and fast. After Jake’s humiliating treatment, a gentleman like Markus was like a breath of fresh air. He was as gentle as Jake was rough. He was generous to Jake’s stingy. He was as loving as Jake was demeaning. As far as she was concerned, Markus was perfect. When he asked her to marry him, she was ecstatic.
It took almost two years before Brianna started to recognize her own restlessness in her marriage. As with many married couples, the distractions of everyday life began to get in the way of their sex life. And when they did have sex, one of the things that had attracted her to Markus now turned her off: his gentleness. On the one hand, Brianna was flattered that he treated her like a queen. On the other hand, she was frustrated that Markus didn't realize that sexually she didn't want to be the queen, but the king’s sex slave.
Brianna wanted to tell Markus about her desire to be dominated, but there seemed no good way to inform her husband that she wanted to be treated like a whore in bed. For Brianna, part of being dominated meant not having to ask.
Brianna pulls herself from her thoughts and curses Jake for leaving her tied up in this compromising position while he sauntered off to take a hot shower. She breathes a sigh of relief as she hears him finally turn off the shower and prays he’ll hurry since her legs are starting to cramp.
But just as he emerges from the bathroom with a white fluffy towel carelessly draped around his trim waist, Brianna hears the unmistakable sound of her cell phone ringing in her nearby purse. If possible, her heart rate doubles in the space of a few seconds. She can actually hear the pounding of the blood rushing through her ears as she recognizes Markus’ ring tone.
‘Why is he calling me in the middle of the afternoon? He’s supposed to be in court! What if something is wrong? Oh, shit. What if he knows?’
“Jake… quick… untie me damn it. I need to get that call.”
She cranes her neck to try to look up at him from her humiliating position. She sees the devious grin on his face and she knows he has no intention of allowing her to talk to Markus right now.
“I mean it Jake. The fun is over. Untie me right now.” Brianna hears the ding indicating that Markus left her a voicemail message.
“I wonder what your good little husband would say if he could see you right now? Maybe I should take a picture and text it to him. Do you think he’d like a souvenir of how his wife fucks around on him?”
Brianna eyes dart up just in time to see the malicious look cross Jake’s face.
“You wouldn’t dare.” It comes out as just a whisper. She barely gets the words out when she hears Markus’ ring tone a second time. She’s in total panic mode now. He would never be calling her again so quickly if it were not urgent.
“Untie me right now, you sonofabitch!”
Jake is laughing an ugly laugh as he leans close to speak intimately into her ear, causing her to stop thrashing. “You’ve been a very naughty girl, fucking around on your husband, Brianna. Since he’s oblivious to your cheating ways, I believe it’s my duty as a fellow man to punish you accordingly for your infidelity.”
Brianna barely registers his words in her panicked state. Jake has walked over to her purse and she cranes her neck enough to see him fish her cell phone out of her purse.
‘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 dresse
d, 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.
