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“You’re going to show me another skill you obviously learned before your marriage,” he said, his hands moving to his zipper. “And you’re going to show your husband what he’s been missing.”
I stared up at him, my mouth suddenly dry. “What do you mean?”
His pants fell to the floor, followed by his underwear, and I found myself face to face with his erect cock. It was enormous, much larger than Chad’s, thicker. I felt my pussy clench involuntarily at the sight even as my face burned with the realization that I hadn’t ever even looked at Ryan’s penis close up. It had felt large, almost uncomfortably so—but God help me, that had been practically the one thing I had enjoyed about sex with my husband. Was it as big as Master Paul’s? Suddenly I desperately wanted to kneel before Ryan this way and worship him like the dirty little slut I’d tried so hard not to be, tell him how beautiful his cock was, how much I wanted him to fuck me so hard with it that I couldn’t walk straight for the rest of the day.
“Open your mouth,” Master Paul commanded.
I shook my head frantically. “I can’t. I’m married. I can’t?—”
“Your husband gave me permission to use you however I see fit,” Master Paul interrupted. “And right now, I see fit to teach you some honesty about your oral skills. Open your mouth, Heather.”
The authority in his voice broke through my protests. My lips parted almost of their own accord, and he stepped closer, his hand tangling in my damp hair.
“That’s better,” he murmured as he guided himself between my lips. “Now show me what that boyfriend taught you.”
The taste of him filled my mouth, and suddenly I was transported back to Chad’s apartment, kneeling on his carpet while he used my mouth for his pleasure. My body responded with muscle memory, my tongue moving instinctively as I took him deeper.
“Excellent,” Master Paul breathed, his grip tightening in my hair. “Look at that technique. You’re far too skilled for someone who claims to be modest.”
Shame burned through me even as I continued to work my mouth along his length. He was right—I knew exactly what I was doing, exactly how to use my tongue and lips to drive a man wild. Chad had trained me well, and my body remembered every lesson.
“Tell me, Heather,” Master Paul said, his voice strained with pleasure, “do you think it’s right to deny your husband this pleasure?”
CHAPTER 14
Ryan
As I pulledinto the parking lot of the Selecta Solutions facility, my brain was still working through the brief, but very clear email from Mrs. Chen that had summoned me.
Ryan,we’re ready for you to observe Heather’s progress in person. Please arrive at one p.m. today for your consultation with Dr. Hamelin. You’ll also have the opportunity to participate directly in your wife’s training.
Participate directly.The phrase had sent a jolt through me that I was still trying to process. Over the past few days of watching the video feeds, I’d seen my wife transformed from the modest woman I thought I’d married into the submissive slut I’d fantasized about. The change seemed remarkable, and very welcome—but it also challenged me to respond in a way that honored our marriage while giving us both what we needed.
I sat in my car for a moment, hands gripping the steering wheel as I stared at the innocuous corporate building. Throughthose walls, Heather was being systematically broken down and rebuilt. The woman who emerged would be different from the one I’d married—more honest, hopefully, and more devoted to her wifely duties… as well as ready to please me in the bedroom.
If I could take her in hand properly, the way the trainers at Selecta Solutions had done.
The video feeds had shown me glimpses of what Heather truly needed. The way she’d responded to Master Paul’s dominance, the desperate hunger in her eyes when he’d denied her release, the skill she’d displayed when… when she’d knelt before him and taken his huge penis into her eager mouth. That last image had been the hardest to watch, not because it disgusted me, but because of how aroused it had made me. My modest wife, whom I’d never even had what I’d considered the brutality to ask to perform such an act, had clearly done it many times before.
With someone else. Someone who’d trained her body to crave exactly what I’d been too respectful to provide.
I climbed out of the car and walked toward the entrance, trying to take resolve from the onward movement of my legs. The receptionist smiled brightly as I approached. Husbands visiting their wives in their sexual rehabilitation facility were clearly a normal thing in the world of Selecta Solutions.
“Mr. Montgomery,” she said warmly. “Dr. Hamelin is expecting you. Please, follow me.”
The corridors looked exactly as they had in the video feeds—sterile, professional, giving no hint of what actually took place behind these walls. We passed several doors marked with numbers, and I found myself wondering whether one of them was Heather’s room. Was she in there now, bound and desperate? Or serving Master Paul like a dirty little whore?
Dr. Hamelin’s office was large, with a mahogany desk and leather chairs that spoke of expensive tastes. The man himselflooked exactly as he had on screen—sharp-featured, calculating, completely in control.
“Ryan,” he said, standing to shake my hand. “Thank you for coming. Please, have a seat.”
I settled into one of the leather chairs, trying to project more confidence than I felt. “How is she doing?”
“Remarkably well, actually,” Dr. Hamelin replied, settling behind his desk. “Your wife has been very responsive to our methods. She’s beginning to understand what she truly needs from her marriage. Her first formal training—as we call it—is going to take place this afternoon. You’re invited to participate—and in fact to take charge, if you find that to your liking.”
Heather
I walkedinto the dining room on shaking legs, my body still humming with frustrated arousal from my encounter with Master Paul and my jaw feeling sore from the brutal way he had used my mouth. The other wives were already seated, and I gratefully sank onto the cushion Lisa had left for me, wincing as my tender bottom made contact.
