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)
“Yes,” I whispered, the admission torn from my throat. “Yes, sir. Chad… Chad liked to share me with his friends. He said good ass girls needed to learn to please multiple men.”
Ryan’s hand stilled between my legs, and I felt his cock twitch inside me. When he spoke, his voice was thick with something I couldn’t identify.
“How many men, Heather? How many men fucked my wife before I even met her?”
CHAPTER 19
Heather
The number burned in my throat like acid. How could I tell him? How could I admit to my husband that I’d been passed around like a party favor by Chad and his college friends?
“I don’t remember exactly,” I lied desperately, my voice barely a whisper. “It was just… sometimes there were others.”
Ryan’s hand moved to grip my burning bottom, his fingers digging into the tender flesh he’d paddled so thoroughly. The pressure made me gasp, reminding me of my complete helplessness as his massive cock remained buried deep inside me.
“How many, Heather?” he repeated, his voice carrying that terrifying patience that meant he would wait all day for the truth. “Don’t make me spank you while my cock is in your ass.”
The threat sent a jolt of terror through me. The idea of being spanked while impaled on his enormous shaft was too overwhelming to contemplate. My body clenched involuntarily around him, and I heard him grunt softly at the sensation.
“Five,” I sobbed, the number torn from my throat like a confession at gunpoint. “Five different men over the year we were together. Chad would invite them over and… and…”
“And what?” Ryan’s voice was deadly quiet.
“And they would use me,” I whispered, my face burning with shame. “All of them. Sometimes together, sometimes one after another. Chad said I needed to learn to be available whenever a man wanted me.”
The silence that followed my confession was deafening. I could hear my own ragged breathing, the sound of Dr. Hamelin adjusting his glasses, Master Paul’s measured footsteps. But from Ryan, nothing.
“Did you enjoy it?” he asked finally, and there was something in his voice that made my blood freeze.
“No,” I said quickly, then stopped. Another lie, and we both knew it. My body had responded to those degrading encounters just as it was responding now. I’d climaxed for those strangers, had begged them to use me harder, had thanked them afterward like the well-trained whore Chad had made me into.
“Try again,” Ryan said, beginning to move inside me once more. The slow, deliberate thrusts made it impossible to think clearly.
“I… yes,” I gasped, my voice breaking completely. “Yes, sir. I enjoyed it. I came for them. I wanted them to think I was a good girl. I wanted to make Chad proud.”
“My wife,” Ryan said, his voice thick with something between anger, arousal, and… pride? “was a gangbang slut before she married me.”
The crude words brought new heat to my face, but underneath the humiliation was that treacherous heat building again. Hearing him say it, hearing him acknowledge what I really was and what I truly craved, sent electricity through my core despite my shame.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, because there was no point in denying it anymore. “I was. I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for doing it, or sorry for lying about it?”
The question hung in the air between us, and I felt something crack inside my chest. Both, I said to myself. Definitely both. I was sorry for both, wasn’t I? That was what it had all been about: I’d felt ashamed of myself, after Chad had ghosted me. I had found Ryan, and I had started over. And so I’d lied to him—and I was definitely sorry about that.
But… doing it. Coming and coming with two hard cocks inside me… three hard cocks inside me and two more in my practiced hands… getting covered in semen at Chad’s lewd instructions to his friends.
God help me, I wasn’t truly sorry for that at all.
“Sorry for lying,” I whispered, the admission feeling like another piece of my soul being stripped away. “I’m sorry for lying to you about who I really am.”
Ryan’s thrusts became more deliberate, and I felt his cock pulse inside me as if my confession had aroused him further. The realization that my degrading past might actually excite him rather than disgust him sent a confusing wave of relief and shame through my body.
“Tell me about the first time,” he commanded, his voice rough with authority. “The first time Chad shared you with another man.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the memory, but his cock filling me so completely made it impossible to escape into my own mind. The physical sensations kept me anchored in the present even as he demanded I relive my most shameful moments.
“It was his roommate Jake,” I gasped, my voice barely audible. “Chad said I needed to learn to be accommodating to his friends. He told Jake he could use my mouth while Chad… while Chad took me from behind.”