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My hips rocked and my inner walls spasmed, clutching emptiness because he was fucking a hole that was never meant to be used this way.

My release ripped through me. By the time it finally came to an end, my entire body was tingling, and I was spent.

That meant nothing to him. The fucking didn’t stop. Ryker just kept going, driving relentlessly in and out of my blazing ass. It hurt even more now that I’d come.

“Please! It hurts so bad,” I begged.

“I know, little girl. It’s supposed to.”

I moaned, but my body started responding to him again. Before I was ready for it, another orgasm was upon me, crashing over me like a tidal wave and tearing me to pieces all at once. He didn’t stop then either.

He just kept going, pounding my ass without mercy.

I whimpered, thoroughly punished by both his hairbrush and his cock. The longer it continued, the more it hurt and the more my core spiraled with pleasure despite everything I did to fight it.

There was no doubt in my mind that I was going to come a third time.

I also knew that it was going to be far more painful than delightful.

This time, I felt the orgasm coming and I feared it.

It rose through my calves, into my thighs, and settled somewhere I couldn’t name as his cock punished me. I was sore everywhere, but my tormented asshole hurt the most, unlike anything I’d felt before.

“Come for me, my bad girl,” he demanded.

My body surrendered and I broke for him again, hoarse screams tearing from my throat.

Exquisite, painful bliss surged through me as he roared. His grip on my hips tightened as he slammed his own against my tender cheeks, impaling me on his punishing cock. When I heard Ryker’s feral yell and felt the first blazing hot jet of his seed deep inside my bottom, an unholy, primal sound tore from me, and I was coming harder than I had ever come before in my life.

I shattered.

I surrendered.

I gave my husband everything that I could give.

Tears coursed down my cheeks, not just from pain, but from soul-obliterating pleasure. My orgasm raged as one spurt of his seed after the next painted my insides. My muscles milked hiscock of every drop, and I savored the burning sensation from all of it.

I felt like a very well-punished little girl.

He leaned over me, breathing hard, his cock still all the way inside my ass, and pressed a gentle kiss on the back of my neck.

“There’s my good girl. You came so very hard for me, didn’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” I said, my voice hardly audible at that point. He pulled out slowly and my face burned when I felt his seed drip from my well-used hole. He gathered me in his arms and lifted me into his lap.

“You’re my forever, Naomi. No matter what, I’ll always be there to protect you. I love you.”

The love and passion in his voice sent another cascade of tears down my face.

“I love you too, Ryker, with everything I am,” I sniffled, curling up tight against him.

The images of the spanked woman from the ancient wedding album flashed to mind for the first time in a long while. I remembered the shock and shame I felt when I had first seen those pictures. I remembered my confusion when I saw the look of love on the groom’s face as he was seemingly hurting his wife, and the adoring submission of the bride. Now, though, as I thought of her blushing face, there was one critical difference in how I would look at each of those photos from this day forward.

Now, I understood them. Completely.

EPILOGUE

Ryker

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