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“Enough,” Ryan’s voice cut through my desperate cries. “Paul, Doctor—pull out.”
I whimpered as I felt Master Paul withdraw from my pussy, the sudden emptiness almost unbearable after being so completely filled. Dr. Hamelin’s cock slipped from my mouth, leaving me gasping and shaking as the aftershocks of my orgasm continued to ripple through me.
Ryan’s strong hands gripped my hips, lifting me off his massive shaft. I cried out at the sensation of being emptied completely, my body feeling hollow and used. My legs wouldn’t support me as he set me on my feet, and I swayed dangerously until his arms came around me.
He stood, gathering me against his chest, his embrace surprisingly gentle after the brutal way he’d just used me. I felt so small against his powerful frame, my bound hands trappedbehind me so I couldn’t respond with my own arms as he held me tightly. The contrast between his tender touch now and the commanding dominance he’d shown moments before made tears stream down my cheeks.
“I love you,” he whispered in my ear, his voice soft and warm. The words hit me like a physical blow—after everything I’d confessed, after seeing exactly what kind of depraved woman I really was, he still loved me. “I love all of you, Heather. Even the parts you tried to hide.”
I sobbed against his chest, overwhelmed by the tenderness in his voice. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered back. “I’m so sorry I lied to you.”
“I know,” he murmured, stroking my hair. “But we’re past that now. You’re mine completely, and I’m going to take care of you the way you need.”
Before I could process what he meant, his hands were guiding me toward the bench again. But this time he positioned me face down, my breasts pressed against the leather surface, my still-burning bottom raised high in the air. The restraints kept my hands useless behind my back as he arranged me for their final use.
“Gentlemen,” Ryan said, his voice returning to that commanding tone that made my stomach flutter, “I think it’s time we marked my wife properly. She needs to understand that her training is complete.”
I heard movement behind me, the sound of hands working quickly over hard flesh. My face burned as I realized what they intended—all three of them were going to climax on my already punished bottom, marking me like territory claimed. The degradation of it made me whimper against the leather.
“Please,” I whispered, though I wasn’t sure what I was begging for anymore. Part of me was horrified by what theyplanned, but another part—the part that had just exploded around their cocks—craved this final humiliation.
“This is what you need,” Ryan said firmly, and I heard the thickness in his voice that told me he was close.
I heard them moving behind me, their breathing growing heavier and more ragged. The sounds they made weren’t human anymore—deep, primal growls and grunts that spoke of complete masculine dominance. My body shuddered at the raw, animalistic noises, and I felt a fresh thrill of shameful arousal pulse through my core despite having just climaxed so devastatingly.
The growling intensified, becoming more urgent, more intense. I pressed my face harder against the leather bench, my bound hands flexing uselessly behind my back as I listened to them claim their release. The knowledge that all three men were pleasuring themselves while staring at my exposed, punished bottom made me whimper with a mixture of humiliation and need.
“Oh, God,” I cried out as I felt the first hot splash against my tender flesh. Then another, and another, as all three of them marked me with their seed. The warmth spread across my burning bottom, coating the reddened skin that Ryan had paddled so thoroughly. I sobbed at the degradation of it, at how completely they had claimed and used me.
But even as shame consumed me, I couldn’t deny the way my body responded to being marked like this. Some primal part of me recognized this as the ultimate submission—to be covered in the evidence of their dominance while bound and helpless before them.
“Perfect,” Ryan breathed, his voice thick with satisfaction. I felt his large hands settle on my bottom, his palms warm against the cooling wetness. He began to rub their combined release intomy skin, massaging it across every inch of punished flesh with possessive thoroughness.
I moaned at the sensation, the mixture of their seed with the lingering burn from my paddling creating a mélange of sensations I couldn’t process. His hands were gentle, but commanding as he worked, ensuring every part of my bottom was thoroughly coated.
“You’re going to remember this feeling,” Ryan murmured, his fingers continuing their methodical massage. “Every time you sit down, every time you feel the soreness, you’re going to remember what it means to belong to me completely.”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, my voice barely audible against the leather. The admission felt like another piece of my soul being stripped away, but I couldn’t deny the truth of it anymore.
“Good girl,” he said, his hands stilling against my marked flesh. “We’re going home tonight, Heather. Back to our bed, where I’m going to use you properly from now on. No more lies, no more pretending to be someone you’re not. Just you, serving me exactly as you need to and precisely as I choose.”
The promise in his words sent electricity through my exhausted body. Home. Back to the bed where I’d faked so many responses, but this time as his acknowledged property. The thought terrified and thrilled me in equal measure.
“I’m going to fuck your face and your ass whenever I want,” Ryan continued, his voice taking on that commanding tone that made my knees weak. “I’m going to have friends over to share you when I think you need a lesson in humility.”
I felt my face burn as his words sank in, the promise of complete ownership making my stomach clench with shameful anticipation. This was what I’d craved during all those gentle nights when I’d lain beneath him pretending to be satisfied. Now he was going to take me whenever and however he wanted, and I would have no choice but to submit.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, my voice breaking on the words. “I understand.”
CHAPTER 21
Heather
As soon aswe walked through the door of our house, Ryan made clear how much had changed.
“Take off your clothes,” he told me. “You’ll be naked most of the time when you’re at home, from now on.”
I stared at him, my heart hammering against my ribs as the reality of what he was saying sank in. This wasn’t a request or a suggestion—it was a command from the man who now owned me completely.
