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)
The paddle crashed down again, and I screamed, my body convulsing against the restraints. The pain was beyond anything I’d ever imagined, but worse was the knowledge that Ryan would keep going until I told him everything. Until I destroyed whatever remained of his love for me with the truth about what I really was.
“His name was Chad.” The words tore from my throat before I could stop them. “His name was Chad Morrison, and he was my boyfriend before I met you.”
I felt Ryan’s hand pause against my back, the paddle hovering just above my burning flesh. The silence stretched out, and I could hear my own ragged breathing echoing in the sterile room.
“Go on,” he said quietly, and there was something in his voice that made my chest tighten with terror. Not anger, exactly, but a kind of warm—gentle, even—satisfaction that told me he’d been expecting this confession.
“We dated for a year,” I sobbed, my face pressed against the leather bench. “He was… he was different from you. Rougher. He liked to… to control me.”
The paddle fell again, not quite as hard as before, but still enough to make me cry out. “I said everything, Heather. Don’t make me drag it out of you piece by piece.”
I closed my eyes, feeling the last of my resistance crumble. There was no point in fighting anymore. He was going to know it all.
“He… he… I guess he trained me,” I whispered, the words feeling like poison on my tongue. “I mean… not like here, but…” I bit my lip, but I couldn’t keep the sob back. “I don’t know… kind of like here? He… he taught me how to… how to please him with my mouth. He said good girls learned to take it deep, to swallow everything he gave them. He made me practice until he could fuck my face without me gagging.”
My voice broke completely as the memories flooded back. Chad’s apartment, the way he’d grab my hair and force me to my knees, the pride I’d felt when he called me his good little cocksucker. I’d loved it then, loved the way he’d used me, but saying it aloud to my husband made me want to die of shame.
“What else?” Ryan’s voice was steady, relentless. “What else did he teach you?”
“I don’t want to say it,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of my own ragged breathing. The leather beneath my face was damp with tears, and I could taste salt on my lips. “Please, Ryan. Please don’t make me.”
But even as I begged, I knew it was useless. The paddle hovered above my burning bottom like a promise, and I could feel Ryan’s patience wearing thin. He’d already heard me confess to being trained like a captive whore, to learning to service Chad’s cock like the eager little slut I’d been. What was left to tell would only make things worse.
“He taught me to take it in my ass.” The words exploded from my throat in a rush, as if saying them quickly would make them hurt less. “He said good girls let their men use all their holes, that I needed to learn to be a proper little ass girl for him.”
I felt Ryan’s hand tighten on my waist, his fingers pressing into my skin. The silence that followed my confession seemed to stretch forever, and I wished desperately that I could take the words back, could somehow undo what I’d just revealed.
“Is that why you told me it was off limits?” Ryan asked, his voice deadly quiet. “Because you’d already given that part of yourself to another man?”
I sobbed against the leather, my entire body shaking with shame. “Yes,” I whispered. “I thought… I thought if you… if you had me there, you would think of me the way he had, and I didn’t… I didn’t think I… I wanted it to be, you know, in the past—I wanted to be different… for you.”
The admission hung in the air like a poison cloud. I’d just told my husband that I’d lied about who I was, that I’d denied him a part of me that I’d freely given to another man—a part that somewhere in the back of my mind, I’d known Ryan would want. The betrayal in my own words made me sick to my stomach.
“How often?” Ryan’s voice was controlled, but I could hear something dangerous underneath it. “How often did he fuck your ass?”
“Every time we had sex,” I whispered, the shame burning through me like acid. “He said my pussy was just for foreplay, that real men took what they wanted from the back. He trained me to come from it, to beg for it. By the end, I couldn’t get off any other way.”
The paddle came down hard, harder than any blow before it, and I screamed as fresh fire erupted across my tortured flesh. But this time it felt different—not like punishment, but like claiming. Like Ryan was trying to burn Chad’s ownership right out of my skin.