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)
“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.
“Please,” I whimpered one last time, but my protest sounded weak even to my own ears.
Ryan pulled out of my ass slowly, and I gasped at the sudden emptiness. But before I could process the loss, I felt his hands at the restraints, working to free me from the bench.
“Stand up,” he commanded as the leather cuffs fell away.
My legs were shaking so badly I could barely support my weight, but I managed to rise on unsteady feet. The red lingerie I still wore felt like nothing, the thong remaining stretched around my knees, the lacy bra offering no protection from their hungry gazes. Ryan’s massive cock glistened with evidence of where it had been, and I felt my face burn with the knowledge that these men could see exactly what he’d done to me.
“Turn around,” Ryan commanded, his voice carrying that new authority that made my knees weak. “Hands behind your back.”
I obeyed without thinking, my body moving of its own accord as I presented my back to him. I felt him grasp my wrists, and then the familiar sensation of leather restraints being secured around them. But these were different from the bench cuffs—lighter, designed to bind my hands behind me while leaving me mobile.