Page 33 of His to Enjoy
I let out a little sob of need at Leah’s submissive response. The words hit me like a physical blow, the desperate submission in them making my entire body ache with recognition. I knew that need, that terrible desire to be claimed and marked and owned. My fingers dug into my thighs as I watched Brian’s face contort with pleasure, his hand working furiously over his massive tool.
“Keep your hands behind your back,” he growled as the first rope of his release shot across Leah’s chest. She whimpered but obeyed, her small breasts thrust forward to receive his marking. The camera captured every detail—the way the white fluid painted streaks across her pink nipples, how it dripped down the valley between her breasts, the expression of mingled shame and arousal on her tearstained face.
“Don’t move,” Brian commanded when he’d finished, tucking himself back into his uniform pants with casual efficiency. “Iwant you to feel it drying on your skin. To understand what it means to wear my seed.”
He sat back on the sofa, pulling out his phone to check something while Leah knelt there, trembling, his release cooling on her bare breasts. The casualness of it, the way he left her there like a piece of furniture while he scrolled through his messages, made my stomach clench with a horrible recognition. This was what submission really meant—not just the intense moments of use, but the quiet degradation of being ignored afterward, of being reduced to nothing more than a receptacle for a man’s pleasure.
After what felt like an eternity but was probably only two or three minutes, Brian looked up from his phone. “Come here,” he said, patting his lap.
Leah rose on shaky legs and moved to sit beside him, but he shook his head. “No. On my lap, facing me. Straddle me.”
I watched her awkwardly position herself, her panties still tangled around one ankle, his drying seed still decorating her chest. The position forced her legs wide, and I knew from experience how exposed she must feel, how vulnerable.
“Now rub it in,” Brian instructed, his hands settling on her hips. “Massage my seed into your breasts like it’s expensive lotion. Show me you’re grateful for it.”
My own hands clenched into fists as Leah’s trembling fingers began spreading the cooling fluid across her skin. The camera zoomed in to show how she worked it into her flesh, her nipples hardening further as her own hands stimulated them. Brian watched with dark satisfaction, occasionally murmuringinstructions—“Don’t miss that spot, kitten… Make sure you get it all, now.”
When she’d finished, her chest glistened with the residue, and her face had gone scarlet with humiliation. Brian pulled her forward to kiss her softly, an oddly tender gesture after such degradation.
“That was lovely, Leah,” Brian murmured against her lips. “But we’re not done with your first lesson. Stand up.”
She scrambled off his lap, and I watched with growing dread and anticipation as he guided her back over his knee, this time with her bottom raised high and her legs spread wider than before. The position left nothing hidden—I could see everything through the camera’s unblinking eye.
“You’ve been such a good girl,” Brian said, his hand smoothing over her pink bottom. “Your mouth is coming along very nicely. I think you deserve to learn how good it can feel when you please your husband.” His fingers traced lower, and Leah gasped as he found her the opening to her virgin pussy. “Oh, my. You’re absolutely soaking, aren’t you? And so beautifully bare. Did you shave yourself specially for our session today?”
“Y-yes, sir,” Leah whimpered, her hips already moving slightly against his exploring fingers. “The New Modesty guidelines said… said you would prefer it.”
“I do prefer it,” Brian confirmed, spreading her lips to examine her more thoroughly. “Such a pretty pink pussy, all smooth and soft. On our wedding night, I’m going to enjoy every inch of this sweet little cunt.”
I squeezed my thighs together with increasing desperation as he began stroking her with obvious skill, his fingers finding her clitwith unerring accuracy. Leah’s soft cries filled my apartment, and I bit down hard on my lip, the belt feeling like torture as my body responded to the scene.
“But that’s not all I’ll be claiming on our wedding night,” Brian continued conversationally, as if he weren’t working Leah toward what was clearly her first orgasm. “Do you remember what I said about which parts of you I plan to use, Leah?”
“Which… parts?” she gasped, her hips bucking against his hand.
“Your mouth… and this sweet little pussy… and then your bottom,” he said bluntly, and I watched her whole body tense. “I’ll be training you to take me there too. We’ll start small, of course. A finger at first, then a small plug. By our wedding night, you’ll be ready to take my cock in your tight little asshole.”
Leah whimpered, whether from fear or arousal I couldn’t tell. Brian’s fingers never stopped their relentless stimulation of her clit as he continued his mortifying explanation.
“It’s the ultimate act of submission for a wife,” he explained, his free hand spreading her cheeks to expose the tiny pink star of her anus. “Feeling her husband use her there, where it’s meant only for his pleasure, not hers. Though you might be surprised—many wives learn to love it.”
He pressed his thumb against her rear entrance, not penetrating, just applying pressure that made Leah cry out. Combined with his fingers on her clit, it was clearly overwhelming her completely.
“Are you going to come for me, Leah?” Brian asked, his fingers moving faster. “Show me what a responsive little wife you’re going to make.”
I watched Leah’s body convulse over Brian’s lap, her cries echoing through my apartment as her first orgasm crashed through her. My own body clenched in sympathy, the belt becoming an instrument of torture as I witnessed her complete surrender. Brian’s fingers never stopped moving, drawing out her climax until she was sobbing and begging him to stop.
“Shh, that’s enough,” he finally said, removing his hand from between her legs. The camera captured the glistening evidence of her arousal on his fingers, and I couldn’t suppress my whimper when he brought them to Leah’s mouth. “Clean them.”
She obeyed without hesitation, her tongue working over his fingers with the same dedication she’d shown earlier. The sight of her tasting herself from his hand made my pussy clench against the unyielding leather of the belt.
“Good girl,” Brian praised, helping her to stand. Her legs shook so badly she had to grip his shoulders for support. “Get dressed now. Your guardian will be home soon.”
I watched Leah fumble with her clothes, pulling her panties back up over her bare, sensitive slit, fastening her bra over breasts still sticky with Brian’s dried seed. When she was fully dressed again, looking almost exactly as she had at the video’s beginning except for her swollen lips and dazed expression, Brian pulled her down for one more kiss.
“Next time,” he murmured against her mouth, “we’ll work on your gag reflex. I want you taking me all the way down that pretty throat.”
The video ended with Leah nodding obediently, her “Yes, sir” barely audible. The screen went black, returning to the menu showing the other two videos I still had to watch.Training Day.Wedding Night. The titles alone made my insides quiver with nervous anticipation.
