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“Indeed,” Master Paul agreed. “The boyfriend was obviously quite thorough in his instruction.”
The matter-of-fact discussion of my skills made my face burn with humiliation, but I couldn’t stop the way my body responded to their approval. I was performing like the trained whore I’d tried so hard not to be, and some twisted part of me reveled in their recognition of my abilities.
Ryan’s hand suddenly reached over my back, his fingers finding my exposed pussy without warning. I cried out around his cock as he roughly seized my most intimate flesh, his palm cupping me possessively while his fingers explored my wetness.
“So ready,” he murmured, his touch becoming more insistent. “My little ass girl is dripping wet from sucking my cock.”
The degrading words combined with his touch sent electricity through my entire body. I could feel myself climbing toward the edge with terrifying speed, my body responding to his dominance in ways it never had to his gentle lovemaking.
The sharp beep of Master Paul’s handheld cut through the air.
“She’s about to come,” Master Paul announced, studying the screen.
“Good,” Ryan said, his voice thick with satisfaction. “I want her to come. I want to see what my wife looks like when she really lets go.”
His hand squeezed my pussy harder, his fingers working my clit with devastating precision while his other hand gripped my burning bottom, pressing into the tender flesh he’d paddled so thoroughly. The combination of pleasure and pain, of his commanding voice and possessive touch, shattered the last of my resistance.
I exploded around his fingers, my body convulsing against the restraints as the most intense orgasm of my life tore through me. I screamed around his cock, my voice muffled but desperate, my entire world narrowing to the jolts of sensation that seemedto go on forever. This wasn’t the gentle flutter I’d faked during our lovemaking—this was raw, primal, honest in a way that left me completely exposed.
“Please,” I gasped when I could finally speak, my voice hoarse and broken. “Please, sir, I need your cock in my pussy. I need you to fuck me properly.”
But Ryan was already moving behind me, his hands positioning himself at a different entrance entirely. I felt the broad head of his massive cock pressing against my bottom, and terror shot through me even as my body still trembled from the aftershocks of my climax.
“No,” he said firmly, his voice carrying absolute authority. “I need to claim your ass first, Heather. I need to take the part of you that you gave to another man and make it mine completely.”
I felt him begin to push forward, and I knew there would be no gentle preparation, no careful easing into this violation. My husband was going to take my ass with the same ruthless determination he’d shown in everything else today, and I was helpless to stop him.
“Oh… oh, it hurts, sir,” I whimpered, my body tensing despite my efforts to relax.
“Yes,” Ryan agreed matter-of-factly. “I’m sure it does. But you’re going to take every inch anyway, because that’s what good ass girls do for their husbands.”
CHAPTER 18
Heather
I feltthe massive head of his cock pressing more insistently against my tiniest place. My entire body tensed with fear. This was really happening. My chivalrous husband was about to claim my ass with that enormous cock, and there was nothing I could do to stop him.
Worse—but was it really worse?—I didn’t want to. I knew it would hurt. Even taking Chad in my bottom, when he had wanted to make sure I felt completely dominated, had felt uncomfortable. I could tell that Ryan’s huge penis would make sitting down a problem for a day, at least, and maybe more.
But the idea that he had decided to take me in this most intimate and shameful of ways made me whimper, and try to do as Chad had taught me.
“Relax,” Ryan commanded, though, his voice rough with arousal. “Fighting it will only make it worse.”
But I couldn’t relax. All the memory of Chad’s training flooded back—how he’d worked me up to taking him, how he’d used his fingers and smaller toys first. Ryan was just going toforce his way in with that massive shaft, and I felt like it was going to tear me apart.
“Please,” I sobbed, pulling frantically at the restraints. “Please, sir… please prepare me first? Use your fingers, anything. You’re so big… you’ll hurt me.”
“Good,” Ryan said simply, and I felt him push forward more firmly.
Oh, God…Gratitude to my husband for making me take it, for using me roughly—even for hurting me—filled my chest even as the broad head of his cock began to breach the terribly tight ring, and I screamed at the burning stretch. His next words made me clench hard, around nothing.
“You deserve to hurt after what you’ve put me through.”
The pain was incredible as he worked himself deeper, inch by agonizing inch. My body fought against the invasion, every muscle clenching in protest, but the restraints held me perfectly in place for his use. I could hear myself making desperate, animal sounds as he claimed territory that had belonged to another man.
“That’s it,” Ryan growled, his hands gripping my hips to hold me steady for his pleasure. “Take your husband’s cock like the good little ass girl you are.”
The degrading words sent humiliation and need through me even as the pain consumed my thoughts. This was what I’d craved during all those gentle nights—to be used roughly, to be taken without consideration for my comfort. But the reality was overwhelming in ways I hadn’t expected.
