Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 64452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
He pulled her head up roughly, forcing her to look directly into his eyes. Dora’s lips were swollen, her makeup smeared, and I could see the fear in her expression as she realized what he was asking.
“I… I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I should have told you. I had a boyfriend before we met. He made me… he made me suck his cock. And he took me in my ass.” The words tumbled out in a rush, as if she couldn’t bear to hold them back any longer.
I held my breath, waiting for Charlie’s anger, for the punishment that would surely follow such a confession. But instead, his face broke into a satisfied smile.
“Good,” he said, stroking her tearstained cheek. “I’m glad you’re already trained. It means you can please me properly from the very beginning.”
Without another word, he guided her mouth back to his cock, and Dora accepted it eagerly now, her technique even more skilled than before. Charlie’s hands returned to her head, controlling her movements as he used her mouth for his pleasure.
“Excellent communication, Dora,” the narrator praised as Charlie’s movements became more urgent. “And notice how Charlie responds to his wife’s honesty with forgiveness rather than punishment. This is the foundation of a healthy New Modesty marriage.”
Charlie pulled Dora to her feet and guided her to the bed, positioning her on her hands and knees. “You’re going to take all of me now,” he said, his voice thick with authority. “Every inch, just like you did for him.”
I watched, transfixed, as Charlie entered Dora from behind, his hands gripping her hips as he set a punishing rhythm. Her cries of pleasure filled the room, and I could see the complete surrender in her posture, the way she pushed back against him eagerly.
“That’s my good girl,” Charlie growled, one hand tangling in her hair to pull her head back. “This is what you were made for, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Dora gasped, her voice broken with pleasure. “Yes, I need this. I need you to use me.”
The camera captured every detail as Charlie withdrew and repositioned himself, pressing against the tiny button of his bride’s anus. “And now I’m going to take what’s mine,” he announced, pushing slowly into her bottom as she cried out.
“Notice how completely Dora submits to her husband’s authority,” the narrator continued as Charlie established a steady rhythm. “Her previous experience allows her to accept this intimate act without resistance, providing Charlie with complete access to her body.”
The scene was raw, primal, and devastatingly arousing. Charlie’s dominance was absolute as he claimed every part of his wife, and Dora’s responses showed pure ecstasy. This was what I had craved with Ryan, what my body had been screaming for during all those gentle, loving encounters.
“Ask yourself,” the narrator said as the couple reached their climax together, “is your situation similar to Dora’s? Do you have secrets that prevent true intimacy with your husband? Are you denying him—and yourself—the pleasure you both deserve?”
A sharp alarm suddenly pierced the air of my room, making me jump. It took me a moment to realize what had happened—my hand was between my legs, my fingers working frantically against my clit. I hadn’t even been aware of moving, so absorbed had I been in the scene playing out before me.
“No,” I whispered, snatching my hand away as if burned. But it was too late. The sensor had detected everything.
The door to my room burst open, and a huge man I didn’t recognize strode in, dressed in the khakis and black polo I’d seen the trainers in the facility wearing.
The man was tall and powerfully built, with salt-and-pepper hair and piercing brown eyes that seemed to see right through me. His presence filled the small room completely, making me feel even smaller and more vulnerable than before.
“I’m Master Paul,” he said simply, his voice carrying an authority that made my stomach clench. “And you’ve just earned yourself a punishment.”
Before I could react, he strode to the bed and sat down beside me. His hands were on my shoulders, pulling me across his lap with an efficiency that spoke of long practice. I found myself draped over his muscular thighs, my bare bottom elevated and exposed.
“No!” I cried out, trying to twist away from him. “Let me go! I didn’t mean to—”
But my struggles were useless against his strength. Where Ryan had been hesitant, uncertain, Master Paul was completely confident. His left arm wrapped around my waist, holding me firmly in place while his right hand rested on my upturned bottom. There was no negotiation, no gentleness, no apology. Just absolute control.
“Your pussy belongs to your husband,” he said calmly, his hand beginning to rub my backside in slow circles. “From now on, you’re not permitted to touch it without permission. Do you understand?”