Page 40 of Shameful Needs
The crude words brought new heat to my face, but underneath the humiliation was that treacherous heat building again. Hearing him say it, hearing him acknowledge what I really was and what I truly craved, sent electricity through my core despite my shame.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, because there was no point in denying it anymore. “I was. I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for doing it, or sorry for lying about it?”
The question hung in the air between us, and I felt something crack inside my chest.Both, I said to myself.Definitely both.I was sorry for both, wasn’t I? That was what it had all been about: I’d felt ashamed of myself, after Chad had ghosted me. I had found Ryan, and I had started over. And so I’d lied to him—and I was definitely sorry about that.
But… doing it. Coming and coming with two hard cocks inside me… three hard cocks inside me and two more in my practiced hands… getting covered in semen at Chad’s lewd instructions to his friends.
God help me, I wasn’t truly sorry for that at all.
“Sorry for lying,” I whispered, the admission feeling like another piece of my soul being stripped away. “I’m sorry for lying to you about who I really am.”
Ryan’s thrusts became more deliberate, and I felt his cock pulse inside me as if my confession had aroused him further. The realization that my degrading past might actually excite him rather than disgust him sent a confusing wave of relief and shame through my body.
“Tell me about the first time,” he commanded, his voice rough with authority. “The first time Chad shared you with another man.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the memory, but his cock filling me so completely made it impossible to escape into my own mind. The physical sensations kept me anchored in the present even as he demanded I relive my most shameful moments.
“It was his roommate Jake,” I gasped, my voice barely audible. “Chad said I needed to learn to be accommodating to hisfriends. He told Jake he could use my mouth while Chad… while Chad took me from behind.”
“And you let them,” Ryan stated, not a question, but a fact that made my stomach clench with recognition.
“Yes, sir. I wanted to please Chad. I thought if I was good enough, if I did everything he asked, he would…” I trailed off, unable to finish the thought.
“Would what, Heather?”
“Would love me the way I loved him,” I sobbed, the pathetic truth finally spilling out. “But he never did. I was just his toy to share with his friends. His little ass girl who would do anything to make him happy.”
Ryan’s hand moved to stroke my hair, a gesture so tender it seemed incongruous with the way he was claiming my body. “And now you’re my ass girl,” he said, his voice carrying a possessive satisfaction that sent shivers through me. “Mine to use, mine to share if I choose.”
The casual way he mentioned sharing me made my breath catch. The idea that Ryan might want to display me to other men, share me with them to prove his ownership the way Chad had, filled me with a mixture of terror and shameful arousal that I couldn’t begin to process.
“Would you… would you want to share me, sir?” I whispered, hardly believing I was asking such a question.
Ryan’s laugh was dark and knowing. “Look around you, ass girl. I already am.”
The realization of what he meant hit me like lightning. Master Paul and Dr. Hamelin weren’t just observers—they were participants. I was already being shared, displayed for their assessment while my husband claimed my body in the most degrading way possible. And Ryan clearly wanted even more.
“No,” I whispered, my voice breaking with fresh panic. “Ryan, please. Not with them. Not like this.”
But even as I protested, I felt my body respond to the idea with the involuntary need that just seemed to be a part of me. The thought of being used by multiple men again, of being the center of their attention and desire, sent shameful electricity through my core.
“Master Paul,” Ryan said, his voice carrying new authority as he continued his relentless rhythm inside me. “Dr. Hamelin. I think it’s time you helped me properly train my wife. She clearly needs more than one man to satisfy her.”
My blood turned to ice. “No,” I sobbed, pulling frantically at the restraints. “Please, sir, I can’t. Not again. I’m not that person anymore.”
“But you are,” Ryan said, his cock pulsing inside me as if the idea excited him. “You just told me how much you enjoyed being passed around by Chad’s friends. How you came for them, how you wanted to make them proud. Well, now you can make me proud.”
I heard footsteps approaching, and my heart hammered against my ribs as I realized both men were moving closer. Master Paul appeared in my peripheral vision, already removing his shirt.
“Are you certain about this, Ryan?” Master Paul asked, though his hands were already working at his belt. “Once we cross this line, there’s no going back. Your wife will know you may share her whenever you choose.”
“I’m certain,” Ryan replied without hesitation. “She needs to understand her place completely. And I need to see how she responds to being thoroughly used.”
Dr. Hamelin had moved to his tablet, his fingers working across the screen with clinical precision. “The biometric data supports this approach,” he said matter-of-factly. “Her arousal levels have spiked dramatically since you mentioned group sex. Her body is clearly prepared for multiple partners.”
The casual way they discussed using me made my face burn with shame, but I couldn’t deny what my traitor of a body was telling them. I was wet, desperate, my pussy clenching with each word as if begging to be filled.
