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)
My stomach dropped at his words, even as my body responded with shameful heat to the promise in his voice. Before I could ask what he meant, his strong hands were turning me around, positioning me so I faced the back of our couch.
“Bend over,” he commanded, his palm settling on my lower back to guide me forward. “Hands on the cushions.”
I obeyed without thinking, my body moving of its own accord as I leaned over the familiar furniture. My bottom rose high in the air while my face came to rest against the soft fabric where we’d watched television together like a normal married couple just days ago. Now I was naked and bent over it, waiting for my husband to remind me of my place.
“Spread your legs wider,” Ryan said, his voice full of authority. “I want full access to what’s mine.”
I whimpered as I complied, my thighs parting until I felt completely opened to my husband’s gaze. The cool air moved between my legs, and I knew he could see everything—my dripping pussy, the tight ring of my anus that he’d claimed so thoroughly at the facility. The memory of how he’d used me there, how he’d made me confess everything while his massive cock stretched me beyond my limits, sent fresh heat flooding through my core.
I felt his warm hands settle on my bottom, his palms spreading my cheeks as he examined me to his obscene satisfaction. The casual way he displayed me, as if my body was simply an object for his inspection, made my face burn with humiliation even as my pussy clenched with need.
“This little hole,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over my anus, “belongs to me now. Doesn’t it, ass girl?”
“Yes, sir,” I gasped, my voice muffled against the couch cushions. The light touch sent electricity through my nervous system, reminding me of how completely he’d dominated me just hours ago.
Without warning, I felt his finger press against my cringing anus, not entering, but simply resting there like a promise. The contact made me shiver, my body instinctively trying to clench against the invasion even as part of me craved it.
“I’m going to put my finger in your ass,” Ryan said matter-of-factly. “To remind you that this part of you—all of you—is mine to use whenever I choose.”
I bit my lip as I felt him begin to push forward, his thick digit working past the tight ring with steady pressure. The burn was immediate and overwhelming, but not entirely unpleasant. My body remembered how to accept this invasion, how to relax and submit to his claiming.
“Oh,” I whimpered as he slid deeper, his finger filling me completely. The sensation was different from his massive cock—more intimate and more personal. This wasn’t about his pleasure, but about establishing his ownership.
“That’s it,” he murmured, beginning to move his finger in and out. “That’s my sweet little hole.”
The degrading words sent a jolt straight through me, and I couldn’t suppress the moan that escaped my lips. My body was responding to his finger with shameful eagerness, my hips pushing back against the invasion despite my mortification.
“Actually,” Ryan said, his finger stilling inside me, “Selecta Solutions sent you home with a souvenir. Something to help you remember your training.”
My blood turned to ice at his words. “What do you mean?” I whispered, though I dreaded the answer.
I heard him moving behind me, his finger still buried in my bottom as he reached for something. When I craned my neck to look back, I saw him holding a small velvet box that I hadn’t noticed him carrying into the house.
“They want to make sure you don’t forget what you learned,” he said, opening the box with his free hand. “So they’ve given you something to wear.”
Inside the box, nestled in black silk, was a metal butt plug. It was beautiful in a terrible way—polished steel with an elegant flared base set with what looked like a real emerald. The sight of it made my stomach clench with recognition and shameful arousal.
“No,” I whimpered, my voice breaking. “Please, Ryan, I don’t need that. I’ll remember everything, I promise.”
“Will you?” he asked, his voice carrying that dangerous calm that meant he’d already made his decision. “Because just this morning you were still lying to me about who you really are. I think you need a constant reminder of your place.”
I felt his finger withdraw from my anus, leaving me feeling empty and exposed. The cool air against my stretched opening made me shiver as I heard him removing the plug from its velvet housing.
“This will stay in until bedtime,” Ryan informed me matter-of-factly. “Every time you move, every time you sit, you’ll remember that you’re my ass girl. That your body belongs to me completely.”
I tried to clench my bottom shut, some instinctive part of me rebelling against this final claiming. But Ryan’s hand settled firmly on my lower back, holding me in position as I felt the cool metal pressing against my tender opening.