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)
I set the jeweled toy down with trembling fingers, the knowledge that this would become part of my daily routine making my stomach clench with shameful anticipation. Tomorrow, and every day after, it seemed I would be plugged and primed for my husband’s use.
“Now take off that apron,” Ryan commanded, his eyes tracking my every movement as I untied the strings with shaking hands. “I have something else for you.”
The apron dropped to my feet, leaving me completely naked under Ryan’s intense gaze. My arms wanted to cover myself instinctively, but I forced them to remain at my sides, remembering his earlier commands about never hiding my body from him again.
Ryan moved to his dresser, opening the top drawer to retrieve something I couldn’t see. When he turned back to me, I saw he was holding a small wrapped box, elegantly tied with a red ribbon. My heart fluttered with confusion—after everything that had happened today, after being stripped and claimed so thoroughly, he was giving me a gift?
“This is for you,” Ryan said softly, his voice carrying a gentleness I hadn’t heard since we’d returned from the facility. “A present from your husband.”
My hands trembled as I accepted the box, the weight of it surprisingly light in my palms. “Sir, I… I don’t understand.”
“Open it,” he commanded, but there was warmth in his tone now, something that for a moment gave me the impression of the gentleman I thought I’d fallen in love with.
No, said a deep, calm voice inside me. You fell in love with all of him. It just took a few months to discover how much of him there is, and how badly you need it.
I untied the ribbon with shaking fingers, my heart hammering as I lifted the lid. Inside, nestled in tissue paper, was the most beautiful nightgown I’d ever seen. Sheer red silk that seemed to shimmer in the bedroom light, with intricate lace details that would leave almost nothing to the imagination. It was elegant and scandalous at the same time, exactly the kind of lingerie I’d always secretly craved, but never dared to buy.
“Oh, my God,” I breathed, lifting the delicate fabric from the box. “Ryan, it’s gorgeous.”
“Put it on,” he said, his eyes soft as he watched my reaction. “I want to see how beautiful my wife looks in something that actually suits her.”
I slipped the nightgown over my head, the silk sliding against my skin like a caress. It was barely there, the sheer fabric revealing more than it concealed, but somehow it made me feel more feminine and desirable than I ever had before. The lace cupped my breasts perfectly while the flowing skirt barely covered my bottom.
“Perfect,” Ryan murmured, his voice thick with appreciation. “This is how you should look every night—beautiful, sensual, mine.”
He climbed into bed, pulling back the covers in invitation. I slid in beside him, gasping softly as he gathered me against his powerful chest. His arms came around me, holding me tightly, and for the first time since our wedding night, I felt truly safe in his embrace.
“I love you,” he whispered against my hair, his voice soft and sincere. “All of you, Heather. The parts you tried to hide, the needs you were ashamed of—I love every piece of who you really are.”
Tears spilled down my cheeks at his words. “I love you too,” I whispered back, my voice breaking with emotion. “I’m so sorry I lied to you. I’m sorry I wasn’t honest about what I needed.”
“We’re past that now,” he murmured, his hands stroking my back through the silk. “No more lies, no more pretending. Just us, the way we should have been from the beginning.”
I fell asleep in his arms feeling more complete than I had in months, despite everything that had changed between us.
I woke to Ryan’s hands on my body, his palms sliding the silk nightgown up over my hips as he positioned himself behind me. I was still half-asleep, caught between dreams and reality, when I felt his massive cock pressing against my bottom.
“Good morning, ass girl,” he murmured against my ear, his voice thick with morning arousal. “Time to start your day properly.”
Before I could fully process what was happening, I felt the swollen head of his erection pressing against the still-sore ring. I moaned in mingled discomfort and mortifying arousal.
“Sir… please… no… not yet…”
“Shh…” my husband commanded. “Open for me.”
“Sir,” I gasped, my voice hoarse from sleep. “I’m not ready—”
“Your body must always be ready for me now,” he interrupted, his hands gripping my hips possessively. “That’s what good ass girls understand.”
“Oh… God…” I sobbed as his cock pushed more firmly. “Oh… sir…”
I cried out as I obeyed, feeling my bottom open that humiliating way, feeling his huge, rigid penis surge into me. I whimpered as the thrusting began, and I felt my ass open on Ryan’s manhood, full of his power.