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“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 feelingraw 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.
“Yes,” I whispered, the admission torn from my throat. “Yes, sir. Chad… Chad liked to share me with his friends. He said good ass girls needed to learn to please multiple men.”
Ryan’s hand stilled between my legs, and I felt his cock twitch inside me. When he spoke, his voice was thick with something I couldn’t identify.
“How many men, Heather? How many men fucked my wife before I even met her?”
CHAPTER 19
Heather
The number burnedin my throat like acid. How could I tell him? How could I admit to my husband that I’d been passed around like a party favor by Chad and his college friends?
“I don’t remember exactly,” I lied desperately, my voice barely a whisper. “It was just… sometimes there were others.”
Ryan’s hand moved to grip my burning bottom, his fingers digging into the tender flesh he’d paddled so thoroughly. The pressure made me gasp, reminding me of my complete helplessness as his massive cock remained buried deep inside me.
“How many, Heather?” he repeated, his voice carrying that terrifying patience that meant he would wait all day for the truth. “Don’t make me spank you while my cock is in your ass.”
The threat sent a jolt of terror through me. The idea of being spanked while impaled on his enormous shaft was too overwhelming to contemplate. My body clenched involuntarily around him, and I heard him grunt softly at the sensation.
“Five,” I sobbed, the number torn from my throat like a confession at gunpoint. “Five different men over the year we were together. Chad would invite them over and… and…”
“And what?” Ryan’s voice was deadly quiet.
“And they would use me,” I whispered, my face burning with shame. “All of them. Sometimes together, sometimes one after another. Chad said I needed to learn to be available whenever a man wanted me.”
The silence that followed my confession was deafening. I could hear my own ragged breathing, the sound of Dr. Hamelin adjusting his glasses, Master Paul’s measured footsteps. But from Ryan, nothing.
“Did you enjoy it?” he asked finally, and there was something in his voice that made my blood freeze.
“No,” I said quickly, then stopped. Another lie, and we both knew it. My body had responded to those degrading encounters just as it was responding now. I’d climaxed for those strangers, had begged them to use me harder, had thanked them afterward like the well-trained whore Chad had made me into.
“Try again,” Ryan said, beginning to move inside me once more. The slow, deliberate thrusts made it impossible to think clearly.
“I… yes,” I gasped, my voice breaking completely. “Yes, sir. I enjoyed it. I came for them. I wanted them to think I was a good girl. I wanted to make Chad proud.”
“My wife,” Ryan said, his voice thick with something between anger, arousal, and…pride? “was a gangbang slut before she married me.”
