Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 64452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
“Don’t,” Master Paul warned, his voice sharp. “Put your hands at your sides and keep them there.”
I obeyed, my arms falling to my sides even as every nerve ending in my body screamed for touch. The water continued to cascade over me, but I barely felt it.
“This is what honesty looks like, Heather,” he continued, his voice taking on that instructional tone I’d come to dread. “You’ve just shown me—and through the video feed, your husband—exactly what you were doing every morning. How you were dishonoring your husband by seeking carnal pleasure without his permission.”
The shame was overwhelming. I’d just masturbated in front of this stranger, confessed my darkest fantasies, revealed the depth of my deception. And Ryan could be watching it all, seeing his modest wife transformed into the desperate, needy creature I really was.
“Turn off the water and step out,” Master Paul instructed.
I turned the handle with shaking hands, the sudden absence of the warm spray making me shiver. He handed me a towel, and I wrapped it around myself gratefully, though it did nothing to hide the flush of arousal that still burned through my body.
“Come with me,” Master Paul said, his stern voice making my stomach flutter despite everything I’d just endured.
I clutched the towel around myself as he led me from the shower area back to my little room. My legs felt unsteady, my body still humming with the denied arousal that seemed to intensify with each step. When we reached my door, he gestured for me to enter first.
“Drop the towel,” he commanded once we were inside.
My hands trembled as I let the terrycloth fall to the floor, leaving me naked and exposed once again. The cool air made my still-damp skin prickle, and I wrapped my arms around myself instinctively.
“Kneel on the towel,” Master Paul said simply.
I sank to my knees on damp terrycloth, my heart hammering as I watched him begin to unfasten his belt. The sound of the leather sliding through the loops made me shiver, but not with fear. With something darker, more shameful.
“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 pulled into 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.