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)
“Beautiful,” Ryan murmured, and I felt his warm palms settle on my burning cheeks. I cried out at the contact, the pressure against my bruised flesh almost unbearable. But underneath the pain was something else—a deep, primal satisfaction that he was claiming his property exactly as I needed him to.
I felt the broad head of his massive cock pressing against my dripping pussy, and I gasped at how ready my body was for him despite everything. The punishment had only heightened my arousal, my vagina aching to be filled by the man who owned me so completely.
“Tell me what you are,” Ryan commanded, his voice rough with desire as he began to push forward.
“I’m your ass girl,” I sobbed, my voice breaking as he stretched me wide. “I’m your wife who needs to be disciplined and used.”
“That’s right,” he growled, driving deeper until I felt completely claimed. “And what happens when you forget your place?”
“You punish me,” I gasped, my hands fisting in the comforter as he began to move. “You remind me who I belong to.”
The rhythm he established was relentless, each thrust sending jolts of sensation through my punished bottom as his lap connected with my burning flesh. The combination of pleasure and pain was overwhelming, breaking down every wall I’d ever tried to build around my true nature.
I felt Ryan pause mid-thrust, and through my haze of sensation, I heard a familiar beep—his handheld device, with what must be the same app Dr. Hamelin and Master Paul had used. My face burned as I realized Ryan must be checking the readings from my sensor, studying the data that revealed my body’s most intimate responses even as he used me.
“Interesting,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Your arousal is spiking even higher than it did at the facility. The punishment really did give you exactly what you needed.”
His fingers found my clit with devastating precision, working the sensitive bud while his massive cock filled me completely. But this wasn’t random touching—I could sense the calculated way he adjusted his rhythm, the way he seemed to know exactly when to increase or decrease the pressure based on whatever the sensor was telling him.
“Oh, God,” I sobbed, my body climbing toward something that felt bigger than any orgasm I’d ever experienced. “Sir… oh, God… please…”
“That’s it,” Ryan murmured, his voice rough with authority. “Come for me, ass girl. Show me how much you needed this discipline.”
The combination of his fingers on my clit, his cock pounding into me, and his lap pressing against my burning bottom sent me spiraling beyond anything I’d ever felt. The climax that tore through me wasn’t just physical—it seemed like a complete surrender of everything I’d ever tried to hide from him. I screamed until my voice gave out, my entire world exploding into sensation that seemed to go on forever.
When it finally began to subside, I collapsed forward onto the bed, my body shaking with the aftershocks. Ryan gathered me against his chest, his arms wrapping around me with surprising gentleness as I sobbed against his shoulder.
“There,” he murmured, his hand stroking my hair while carefully avoiding my punished bottom. “That’s my perfect girl.”
I cried harder at his words, overwhelmed by how completely he understood what I needed. His other hand settled gently on my sore flesh, not pressuring but simply claiming, and even that light touch sent electricity through my exhausted body.
“Ryan,” I whispered against his neck, my voice broken from screaming. “I need to tell you something.”
“What is it, sweetheart?” His voice was so tender, so different from the commanding tone he’d used moments before.
“Before… before all this started, when I used to…” I struggled to find the words, my face burning with shame. “When I touched myself in the shower, I never thought about you. Not really.”
I felt his body tense slightly, but his hand continued stroking my hair. “What did you think about?”
“Chad,” I sobbed, the confession tearing at my chest. “I thought about Chad, or sometimes I’d try to picture you, but then substitute him in when… when I needed to come. But now…” I pulled back to look at him through my tears. “Now it’s only you. You’ve erased him completely. When I was in the shower today…”
For a moment I couldn’t finish the sentence, my voice breaking as the memory of what I’d been doing just an hour ago crashed over me. Then I whispered, “It was you. Only you. I was thinking about yesterday, about how you bent me over the kitchen counter and called me your perfect little ass girl while you—”
“While I what?” Ryan’s voice was gentle but insistent, his fingers tilting my chin up so I had to meet his eyes.
“While you fucked my ass,” I whispered, the crude words making my face burn even as they sent a fresh pulse of heat through my core. “I was remembering how good it felt to be used by you, owned by you. That’s why I couldn’t stop touching myself.”