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)
Ryan’s eyes darkened at my confession, and I felt his cock twitch against my thigh where it still pressed between us. “So you were thinking about me when you disobeyed me.”
“Yes, sir,” I sobbed, pressing my face against his chest. “I’m so confused. I love belonging to you, I love the way you take control of me, but I still can’t seem to control myself when you’re not here to guide me.”
“That’s why you need the discipline,” Ryan murmured, his hand stroking down my spine with careful tenderness. “Your body craves my authority, but your mind hasn’t fully accepted it yet. That’s what the punishment is for—to help train your thoughts to match what your body already knows.”
His words made perfect sense, and I felt gratitude wash over me even as my bottom throbbed with the evidence of how thoroughly he’d just demonstrated that training.
“Ryan,” I whispered against his chest, my voice barely audible as shame and need warred within me. “Sir… may I… could I ask you something?”
His hand stilled in my hair, and I felt his attention focus completely on me. “Of course, sweetheart. What is it?”
I pulled back slightly to look at his face, my cheeks burning as I struggled to find the words. “Tomorrow morning, when you leave for work… may I touch myself in the shower? With your permission this time?”
A slow smile spread across Ryan’s face, and I felt my heart flutter at the warmth in his expression. “You want permission to masturbate while thinking about your husband?”
“Yes, sir,” I breathed, relief flooding through me that he didn’t seem angry at the request. “I promise I’ll only think about you. About the things you do to me, the way you make me feel.”
“I appreciate you asking properly,” Ryan murmured, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on my back. “Yes, you have my permission to pleasure yourself tomorrow morning. But I want to give you permission to think about something else too.”
I blinked up at him in confusion. “Something else, sir?”
His blue eyes darkened with an intensity that made my stomach flutter with nervous anticipation. “If you want to think about Master Paul and Dr. Hamelin fucking you too, I’m very much into that idea.”
My mouth fell open in shock. Of all the things I’d expected him to say, that wasn’t even on the list. “You… you want me to fantasize about them?”
“I want you to be honest about what excites you,” Ryan said, his voice carrying that gentle authority that made my knees weak. “I saw how you responded to them at the facility. How your body reacted when all three of us were using you.”
My face burned with shame and arousal as the memories flooded back. The way I’d come so hard with all three of them claiming me simultaneously, the intensity of being completely overwhelmed by their combined dominance.
“I…” I struggled to find words, my voice catching in my throat. “I wouldn’t mind thinking about them. But only… only if in my fantasies they’re fucking me because you asked them to. Because you wanted to share me.”
The words tumbled out in a rush, and I immediately pressed my face against Ryan’s chest in mortification. Had I really just told my husband I wanted to fantasize about other men using me at his command?
I felt Ryan’s hand tilt my chin up, forcing me to meet his eyes. The intensity I saw there made my breath catch.
“Is that really how you’d want it?” he asked softly. “Other men only touching you because I decided you needed it?”
“Yes,” I whispered, the admission torn from somewhere deep in my chest. “In my fantasies, I would never want them for myself. I’d only want them because my husband thought I should have them. Because you wanted to watch me be used.”
Ryan’s lips crashed into mine. The kiss went on and on until I felt I might run out of air. At last he drew his head back, looking deeply into my eyes.
“Is that okay, sir?” I whispered, though I couldn’t keep the smile that showed I knew the answer from curving my lips.
“Yes,” Ryan said. He kissed me lightly, then drew back to look into my eyes again. “Oh, yes.”
The End