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 words stuck in my throat. Saying them would be admitting everything—that I was exactly the kind of woman who could come from having my ass fucked, that I craved degradation and rough treatment more than the gentle love I’d pretended to want.
But my body was betraying me completely. Ryan’s fingers worked my clit with expert precision while his massive cock stretched me beyond anything I’d ever experienced. The dual sensations were overwhelming, breaking down every wall I’d tried to build between who I was and who I’d pretended to be.
“I’m your ass girl.” The words tore from my throat in a broken sob. “I belong to you, sir. Only you.”
“Good,” Ryan growled, his thrusts becoming more forceful. “And what does my ass girl need?”
“I need…” I gasped, my body trembling on the edge of something devastating. “I need you to fuck my ass harder, sir. I need you to use me like the dirty little whore I am.”
The confession shattered something inside me. I’d just begged my husband to degrade me, to treat me exactly like Chad had. But unlike with Chad, this felt different somehow. More complete. Ryan wasn’t just using my body—he was claiming it, marking it as his own after months of lies and deception.
“That’s my good girl,” he said, his voice thick with satisfaction as he pounded into me relentlessly. “This is what you’ve needed all along, isn’t it? To be taken completely, owned completely.”
I couldn’t deny it anymore. My body was climbing toward an orgasm that would prove everything they’d said about me. Somewhere, distantly, I realized Master Paul’s handheld had sounded the orgasm alarm again. Yes, my mind said. Yes. Yes, I was exactly the kind of woman who could come from being brutally fucked in the ass, who craved rough treatment and degradation more than gentle lovemaking.
“Please,” I whimpered, my voice barely recognizable. “Please let me come, sir. I need it so badly.”
“Then come for me, ass girl,” Ryan commanded. “Show everyone what kind of wife you really are.”
The permission shattered my last resistance. I exploded around his invading cock, my body convulsing in the restraints as the new most intense orgasm of my life tore through me. I screamed until my voice gave out, my entire world narrowing to the ecstatic spasms that seemed to go on forever.
This wasn’t the gentle flutter I’d faked during our marriage, or even the hard climax I’d had with my face buried in Ryan’s scrotum a few minutes ago. This was raw, honest, completely undeniable. I was coming harder with my husband now than I ever had with Chad, my body responding to Ryan’s new dominance in ways that terrified and thrilled me.
“Beautiful,” I heard Dr. Hamelin say through the haze. “Absolutely beautiful response.”
Ryan continued his relentless rhythm, drawing out my climax until I thought I might pass out from the intensity. When it finally began to subside, I was left gasping and shaking, completely broken down and rebuilt in the space of minutes.
“Now you know,” Ryan said, his voice gentle, but firm as he finally stilled inside me. “This is who you really are, Heather. My submissive little ass girl. It’s time to tell me more. Did Chad make you have group sex?”
I felt my blood turn to ice at Ryan’s question, even as his massive cock remained buried deep inside my burning bottom. The orgasm that had just torn through me left me feeling raw and exposed, but his words brought a new kind of terror crashing over me.
“No,” I gasped, my voice hoarse from screaming. “Please, sir, I’ve told you everything. There wasn’t… I didn’t…”
But even as the lie left my lips, I could hear how unconvincing it sounded. My body still trembled from the intensity of what had just happened, and Ryan’s fingers were still working gently between my legs, keeping me on edge even as I tried to process his question.
“Heather,” Ryan said, his voice carrying that same dangerous calm that had preceded my terrible paddling. “We both know that’s not true. I can feel how your body responds when you lie to me. Your ass clenches around my cock like you’re trying to milk it.”
I whimpered as I realized he was right. My body had betrayed me again, responding to his dominance even as my mind recoiled from what he was asking. The thought of telling him about those nights at Chad’s apartment, about the other men who had used me while Chad watched and then joined in, made me want to disappear entirely.
“Please,” I sobbed, pulling weakly at the restraints. “I can’t tell you about that. It was different. It was…”
“It was what?” Ryan’s voice was steel wrapped in silk. “More degrading than this? More shameful than begging your husband to fuck your ass like a whore?”
I felt tears streaming down my face as the memories flooded back. Chad’s friends from college, the way they’d pass me between them like a toy. The things they’d made me do, the way Chad had encouraged them to use me harder, rougher. I’d buried those memories so deep I’d almost convinced myself they hadn’t happened.