Welcome back to the Spanking A to Z blog hop and my challenge to write an original free erotic short for each letter of the alphabet. The catch is every single sentence must have at least one word in it that starts with that day’s letter.   Like yesterday’s Lukus and Tiffany short, today’s short is also long, but it’s steamy and I hope it’s a nice treat for everyone, especially fans of Markus and Brianna.
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M is for Married to a Masochist
Markus Lambert turned off the motor of his Audi, quickly grabbing his overnight bag and briefcase, as he headed into the mansion he shared with his wife, Brianna. He’d been working hard to keep his business travel at a minimum because he hated being away from his wife for even one night.   He’d slept poorly in the Miami hotel the night before without her in his arms. More importantly, he’d missed their nightly play sessions in the new dungeon he had built last month.
He was well aware that couples married for over three years didn’t normally act like newlyweds, but their marriage felt brand new since finding out that the love of his life secretly yearned to be mastered sexually.   They’d been making up for lost time ever since.
Dinner smelled marvelous when he arrived in the empty kitchen.   He grabbed a quick Michelob from the fridge before weaving through the house in search of his submissive.
“Brianna, I’m home, my dear!” Markus projected his voice to be heard through the massive home.
“Down here, Master.” Her return shout was muffled.
He should have guessed she might be waiting obediently in the dungeon. His manhood went to half-mast anticipating the mutual enjoyment he and his mate were about to share as she welcomed him home.
Markus stopped just inside the door to the dungeon when he caught the first glimpse of his mischievous wife. He made a mental note to burn the vision into his memory so he could recall it again and again.
Brianna was merrily draped over the spanking bench awaiting the return of her Master.   Instead of being naked as she was most days, today she was modeling one of the naughty maid outfits Markus had recently dumped a ton of money on when they had shopped at Mistress Martha’s Unmentionables with their best friends, Lukus and Tiffany.
“Christ, you look like a yummy morsel I want to eat, Bri.   Don’t move a muscle. I’m making a mental picture.”
Damn, he loved the tinkling laughter of the woman mooning him.   “I’ll hold still, but I do hope you’ll start eating me soon. I’ve missed you… a lot.”
“My little maid is horny, is she?   I take it that means you didn’t masturbate while I was gone?”
Her playful pout made his cock thicken with anticipation. “No, Sir, but it was so hard to be good and I’m pretty sure I would have made a mistake and not listened if you’d been gone another night.”
Markus closed the gap between them and began to methodically massage his wife’s bare bottom in preparation for the session ahead. He made sure to inspect her marked ass cheeks as she mewed under his ministrations.   The welts of the riding crop he’d used in their last session had mellowed to barely visible, leaving his wife’s ass a fresh, milky canvas.
“So may I ask why you’ve dressed as a maid for me? I’m not complaining, mind you, but it was unexpected.”
“I’m so sorry, Sir, but I’ve been a very naughty maid. I overspent on the monthly budget by using the grocery money to shop at Macy’s today. I just couldn’t resist the new Michael Kors bag I bought without permission.”   Brianna was a natural performer and not for the first time Markus knew she’d be an excellent center stage attraction at The Punishment Pit when he got around to wanting to play with his wife in public.
“I see… so you’ve earned yourself a punishment for spending too much money?”
“Yes, Master.”
He didn’t want to mess up the mood, but he’d noticed a trend of frequent misconduct by his wife since the dynamics of their marriage had changed. Since they’d almost lost their marriage by not communicating, he was determined not to let that happen again,
“Thanks for mentioning it, Bri, but you do know you don’t need to make up excuses for me to spank you every night, right?   When you setup these little misadventures of yours, it feels like you’re topping from the bottom instead of being my submissive.” Markus saw the confusion in her eyes and he knew she was holding something back, so he pressed her. “Talk to me, Bri.”
Markus was happy when she pushed herself to her feet to stand before him as he scooped her into his arms to look into the brown eyes he loved.   As intensely intimate as the married couple had been, he saw uncertainty mirrored back at him so he pushed her.
“I don’t want to ruin the mood, but I know something is on your mind, Bri. We almost lost our marriage by keeping secrets and holding back from sharing our most secret sexual desires from each other.   I’m honored you’ve allowed me to become your Dom… your HoH… your Master.   That means I’m going to move heaven and earth to make you happy and keep you safe.   I’m good, but I can’t read your mind, sweetheart, so talk to me.”
Her eyes shined with unshed tears and Markus’ gut clinched; suddenly concerned his wife had more mysteries she hadn’t shared with her Master.
It took her a full minute to mumble her answer. “I don’t mean to manipulate you… I mean, well… I guess I do, but only because… I’m embarrassed to tell you…”
“Sweetheart, there’s nothing in this world that you should feel modest about with me. You should know by now that I can’t make you happy if I don’t know what makes you tick. Now, mind your Master and talk to me.   I need to make sure I’m not being too rough with you and triggering memories of Jake Davenport.”
Brianna looked alarmed, making Markus know he was getting close. “Oh God, please don’t tell me I’ve hurt you like that motherfucker did.   I’ll never forgive myself.”   Since starting the D/s aspect of their marriage, truly hurting his submissive wife had been Markus’ biggest fear.
“No, Markus, in fact… it’s the opposite. If anything, you’ve been too mild with me at times.   I know you’re so afraid of going too far and maiming me, but you’d be surprised how much pain I can take.”
“Bri, I know you can take a lot, but that doesn’t mean you’re unbreakable. It makes me uneasy thinking about how abusive Davenport must have been with you considering I haven’t been able to find your tipping point.”
“That’s why I’m mentioning it. It’s hard to make you understand, but it comes down to my feeling completely safe with you.   I know you’ll stop the minute I mention my safeword, and knowing that gives me the freedom to relax into the scene and move into my happy place.”
“Shit, all this time I’ve thought I was making you happy and now I find out I’ve been missing the mark. I’m not sure I’m going to be able to give you what you want, though, because I’ll be damned if I’m going to use all of my muscle power and hurt you… I mean really hurt you.”
“Markus, you have to trust me to safeword if I need you to stop.   I wish I wasn’t, but you’ve helped me come to terms with the fact that I am a masochist, plain and simple.   I hate that the orgasms I have through pain are like a drug to me, but it’s true.   You’re right that I’ve been topping from the bottom, trying to get you mad enough at me to tip me into my happy place. As horrible as the pain was the night Tiffany and I earned the massive punishment session, I had the best orgasm of my life when you mastered me completely that night.   You held nothing back and it made it that much better.”
He hated feeling like a muddling newbie for not picking up on Brianna’s motivations before, but at least he knew what he needed to do.   He had a naughty maid to punish.
“All right, my merry maid, let’s get you moved into position to receive the blistering you’ve earned.”
If he’d doubted the mystery of her desires, his doubts were gone as he witnessed her melting at his taking control of the scene.   Bri’s brown eyes flashed with a mix of desire and anticipation, but he wouldn’t be satisfied until he saw her raw submission as he mastered her.
He spent ten minutes making her completely immobile, draped face down on the spanking bench.   He’d bought the punishment furniture that made her heavy breasts hang free, pulled down by gravity.   Markus started by applying the brutal clawed nipple clamps to each pebbled tip.   Bri moaned through the application and cried out when he leaned down to lick and suck the tortured tips.
He moved to the cabinet to collect the large butt plug next, lubing it with the menthol heat-rub lotion that would light up his sub’s ass from the inside.   He’d made her come once before by fucking her ass with the same combination so he knew it was the kind of pain she’d been missing.
He placed the tip of the fat toy to her puckered rosebud, lathering her sensitive skin externally before moving it in and out. The mewing sounds coming from his sub encouraged him. “I’m going to push this hot, massive plug inside you now, sub. It’s going to punish you from the inside while I mark up your ass – take it.”
The plug didn’t insert easily, and Markus would normally have made sure to slowly open Bri’s bottom to prepare her.   In keeping with her earlier revelations, he mashed the thick plug deep in one hard thrust, seating it deep inside his wife’s naughty bottom. Her resounding grunt was a mix of desire and pain.
“Oh shit, Master… It’s so hot!” She was trying to flail away, but he had her immobilized making movement impossible.
In the past, Markus might have removed the plug to give her more time to adjust, but tonight he was going to trust her to safeword if the pain became too much.   He instead went to the head of the bench where Brianna’s chin was propped up on the cupped chinrest he’d had installed to make it impossible for her to lower her head when he so desired.   Their eyes locked as he unzipped his dress pants to pull out his already hard manhood. Brianna licked her lips in anticipation of the workout her mouth was about to receive.
Markus thrust balls deep on the first insertion in his sub’s wet mouth. The emotional power of mastering his wife was a heady thing for the Master. He normally reigned in the menacing desire to dominate her wholly; afraid he would hurt his mate. Tonight he let the urge to completely consume her in every way course through him as he gripped the handles above her head, using the furniture as an anchor, which allowed the manic thrusts of his cock to fuck her until she gagged, tears streaming down her beautiful face.   The lust shining back at him reminded him she’d wanted this rough manhandling kind of lovemaking.
He face-fucked her until he felt on the edge of his own climax, pulling out in time to make sure to extend their play.   He purposefully left the wet mess of tears and mucus dripping from Brianna’s face, knowing it heightened her submission.
“That was a good girl taking your master balls deep like that, but I’m afraid you aren’t out of trouble yet.”
He watched her slipping deeper into the right mindset as he continued to drive her deeper into her submission.   He moved to the nearby supply chest, choosing the heaviest paddle he owned. He had already discovered Brianna’s preference for ‘thuddy’ type punishment devices over the ‘whippy’ type. The thick, wooden paddle had a broad surface area and sported small holes to allow for a more powerful strike. It was exactly the type of punishment device Markus’ sub had a love/hate relationship with.
He didn’t show her the paddle before he started, but he was sure she knew immediately what he was using to mark her that night. And mark her, he would. Tonight, he would deliver the kind of blistering his little masochist dreamed of. He made up his mind not to stop until she either used her safeword or screamed out her ecstasy as she orgasmed from the paddling alone.
He set a steady pace as he meted out the full-force strikes to her now crimson ass.   He moved the paddle up and down to paint the entire area from the top of the crease of her ass to several inches below her sit-spot. His strokes were slow enough to allow each connection to sink into his masochist’s body, delivering the pain she craved.   Her escalating moans told him he was delivering what she wanted… what she needed.
It took seven long minutes to push his wife over the masochist’s ledge, tipping her into one of the powerful orgasms she had risked their marriage to go in search of.   The musky smell of her arousal was confirmation she was enjoying herself.
While she came down from her high, Markus lowered his pants and moved behind Brianna.   He couldn’t wait another minute to move inside her. Like when he’d inserted into her mouth, he went balls deep on his first thrust into her moist pussy.   He could still feel her muscles contracting from her intense orgasm, which in turn made him want to shoot his load of cum deep inside her already. He purposefully moderated his thrusts to keep them both on the cusp of coming, wanting to plunder her long and hard, just like she liked it.
“Fuck, you feel so good, Bri. I can feel the heat of your bruised ass as I’m moving inside you.”
“That’s it, Markus… nice and hard… just like that, Master… it’s sooooo good…”
He was getting close and he wanted to make this a session she would remember so he grabbed onto the end of the plug and started moving it in and out to the same rhythm of his cock.
He felt the mild contractions of her pussy squeezing him as she tipped into her next moaning climax. Markus pushed her farther by reaching down to grasp the metal chain hanging between her clamped nipples and yanked hard.   Her resulting massive scream alarmed him until he felt the vice grip constricting around his plunging penis. Feeling the physical evidence of her masochistic pleasure tipped him into his own powerful orgasm, spewing cum deep inside his wife’s spasming channel.
Neither of them could move for a full minute as they allowed their bodies to recover from the intense session they’d shared.   Markus eventually had to pull out; first inspecting Bri’s body to ensure no lasting damage had been done before unbuckling her so he could scoop her up into his arms.   He always loved how she snuggled into the crook of his neck as he carried her the two floors above to their master suite.
Brianna slowly emerged from her happy place, a silly grin on her face as she mumbled to her husband, “We forgot to eat dinner and I even made your favorite mousse for dessert.”
Markus grinned down at his wife, “Sweetheart, I’ve already had my favorite dessert tonight… I love you, my little masochist.”
*****

Sure hope you enjoyed a little glimpse into what Markus and Brianna are up to these days between Having it All and Protecting it All when the guys finally deal with one Jake Davenport.  If you haven’t given The Passion Series a read yet, I would very much appreciate you giving it a shot. Book one, Wanting it All,  is on sale for only $.99.
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