Page 38 of Shameful Needs
“Oh, God,” I gasped as he pushed deeper, stretching me beyond what I thought possible. “It’s too much, sir. You’re too big.”
“You took his cock,” Ryan reminded me harshly, his voice strained with the effort of forcing his way into my tight passage. “You’ll take mine too.”
But Chad had been smaller, and he’d trained me gradually over weeks. Ryan had claimed me with the brutal efficiency of ownership, marking his territory in the most primal way possible. I felt split open, completely at his mercy as he worked more of his massive length inside me.
“Please,” I whimpered, tears streaming down my face. “Please be gentle.”
“No,” Ryan said firmly. “Gentle is what got us into this mess. You need to learn what it means to belong to me completely.”
I felt him bury himself fully in my anus inside me, his lap pressed against my burning bottom, and I sobbed with relief that the initial penetration was over. But then he began to move, pulling back slowly before driving forward again, and I realized this was just the beginning.
The rhythm he set was relentless, each thrust sending a jolt of ambiguous sensation through my entire body. Pain and pleasure shot through me as Ryan established his cadence, each invasion of his thick, rigid shaft driving me deeper into a haze of sensation I couldn’t categorize or control. My body didn’t know how to process what was happening—the burning stretch, the overwhelming fullness, the way my husband’s massive cock seemed to own every nerve ending I possessed.
“Look at how well you’re taking it,” Ryan growled above me, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Your body remembers how to please a man with your ass, doesn’t it?”
I tried to answer, but only broken sounds escaped my lips. The restraints held me perfectly positioned for his use, unable to escape or control the depth of his penetration. Each time he pulled back, I felt a moment of relief, only to cry out as he drove forward again with relentless purpose.
“Sir,” I gasped, my voice barely recognizable. “I can’t… please…”
“You are, though, ass girl,” he replied firmly, his hands gripping my hips harder. “This is what you denied me, Heather. This is what you gave to another man while lying to your husband about what you really needed. Now you’re getting as much of it as I want to give you.”
The shame of his words mixed with the physical sensations until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. He was right—I had given my ass to Chad freely, and I had told Ryan it was off limits. The hypocrisy of my behavior felt as raw as the claiming of my body.
But something else was happening too, something that terrified me with its intensity. Underneath the pain, underneath the overwhelming stretch and burn, my body was beginning to respond. The familiar heat was building in my core, the same involuntary arousal that had consumed me during my training with Master Paul.
“No,” I whimpered, recognizing what was happening. I couldn’t come from this. I couldn’t prove to my husband and these watching men that I was exactly the kind of depraved slut they thought I was.
“Yes,” Ryan said, as if he could read my thoughts. One of his hands moved from my hip to between my legs, his fingers finding my clit with devastating accuracy. “I can feel how wet you are, ass girl. Your body knows exactly what it needs.”
The combination of his cock filling me completely and his fingers working my most sensitive flesh sent electricity through every nerve. I fought against the building pleasure, tried to deny what my body was so obviously craving, but it was useless. Ryan’s touch was confident, demanding, nothing like the hesitant caresses I’d grown used to.
“Please,” I sobbed, though I wasn’t sure what I was begging for anymore. For him to stop? For him to continue? For releasefrom the maddening spiral of sensation that threatened to consume me completely?
“Tell me you’re my ass girl,” Ryan commanded, his voice rough with exertion and arousal. “Tell me you belong to me now.”
The words stuck in my throat. Saying them would be admitting everything—that I was exactly the kind of woman who could come from having my ass fucked, that I craved degradation and rough treatment more than the gentle love I’d pretended to want.
But my body was betraying me completely. Ryan’s fingers worked my clit with expert precision while his massive cock stretched me beyond anything I’d ever experienced. The dual sensations were overwhelming, breaking down every wall I’d tried to build between who I was and who I’d pretended to be.
“I’m your ass girl.” The words tore from my throat in a broken sob. “I belong to you, sir. Only you.”
“Good,” Ryan growled, his thrusts becoming more forceful. “And what does my ass girl need?”
“I need…” I gasped, my body trembling on the edge of something devastating. “I need you to fuck my ass harder, sir. I need you to use me like the dirty little whore I am.”
The confession shattered something inside me. I’d just begged my husband to degrade me, to treat me exactly like Chad had. But unlike with Chad, this felt different somehow. More complete. Ryan wasn’t just using my body—he was claiming it, marking it as his own after months of lies and deception.
“That’s my good girl,” he said, his voice thick with satisfaction as he pounded into me relentlessly. “This is what you’ve needed all along, isn’t it? To be taken completely, owned completely.”
I couldn’t deny it anymore. My body was climbing toward an orgasm that would prove everything they’d said about me.Somewhere, distantly, I realized Master Paul’s handheld had sounded the orgasm alarm again.Yes, my mind said.Yes.Yes, I was exactly the kind of woman who could come from being brutally fucked in the ass, who craved rough treatment and degradation more than gentle lovemaking.
“Please,” I whimpered, my voice barely recognizable. “Please let me come, sir. I need it so badly.”
“Then come for me, ass girl,” Ryan commanded. “Show everyone what kind of wife you really are.”
The permission shattered my last resistance. I exploded around his invading cock, my body convulsing in the restraints as the new most intense orgasm of my life tore through me. I screamed until my voice gave out, my entire world narrowing to the ecstatic spasms that seemed to go on forever.
This wasn’t the gentle flutter I’d faked during our marriage, or even the hard climax I’d had with my face buried in Ryan’s scrotum a few minutes ago. This was raw, honest, completely undeniable. I was coming harder with my husband now than I ever had with Chad, my body responding to Ryan’s new dominance in ways that terrified and thrilled me.
