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)
“Enough,” Ryan’s voice cut through my desperate cries. “Paul, Doctor—pull out.”
I whimpered as I felt Master Paul withdraw from my pussy, the sudden emptiness almost unbearable after being so completely filled. Dr. Hamelin’s cock slipped from my mouth, leaving me gasping and shaking as the aftershocks of my orgasm continued to ripple through me.
Ryan’s strong hands gripped my hips, lifting me off his massive shaft. I cried out at the sensation of being emptied completely, my body feeling hollow and used. My legs wouldn’t support me as he set me on my feet, and I swayed dangerously until his arms came around me.
He stood, gathering me against his chest, his embrace surprisingly gentle after the brutal way he’d just used me. I felt so small against his powerful frame, my bound hands trapped behind me so I couldn’t respond with my own arms as he held me tightly. The contrast between his tender touch now and the commanding dominance he’d shown moments before made tears stream down my cheeks.
“I love you,” he whispered in my ear, his voice soft and warm. The words hit me like a physical blow—after everything I’d confessed, after seeing exactly what kind of depraved woman I really was, he still loved me. “I love all of you, Heather. Even the parts you tried to hide.”
I sobbed against his chest, overwhelmed by the tenderness in his voice. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered back. “I’m so sorry I lied to you.”
“I know,” he murmured, stroking my hair. “But we’re past that now. You’re mine completely, and I’m going to take care of you the way you need.”
Before I could process what he meant, his hands were guiding me toward the bench again. But this time he positioned me face down, my breasts pressed against the leather surface, my still-burning bottom raised high in the air. The restraints kept my hands useless behind my back as he arranged me for their final use.
“Gentlemen,” Ryan said, his voice returning to that commanding tone that made my stomach flutter, “I think it’s time we marked my wife properly. She needs to understand that her training is complete.”
I heard movement behind me, the sound of hands working quickly over hard flesh. My face burned as I realized what they intended—all three of them were going to climax on my already punished bottom, marking me like territory claimed. The degradation of it made me whimper against the leather.
“Please,” I whispered, though I wasn’t sure what I was begging for anymore. Part of me was horrified by what they planned, but another part—the part that had just exploded around their cocks—craved this final humiliation.
“This is what you need,” Ryan said firmly, and I heard the thickness in his voice that told me he was close.
I heard them moving behind me, their breathing growing heavier and more ragged. The sounds they made weren’t human anymore—deep, primal growls and grunts that spoke of complete masculine dominance. My body shuddered at the raw, animalistic noises, and I felt a fresh thrill of shameful arousal pulse through my core despite having just climaxed so devastatingly.
The growling intensified, becoming more urgent, more intense. I pressed my face harder against the leather bench, my bound hands flexing uselessly behind my back as I listened to them claim their release. The knowledge that all three men were pleasuring themselves while staring at my exposed, punished bottom made me whimper with a mixture of humiliation and need.
“Oh, God,” I cried out as I felt the first hot splash against my tender flesh. Then another, and another, as all three of them marked me with their seed. The warmth spread across my burning bottom, coating the reddened skin that Ryan had paddled so thoroughly. I sobbed at the degradation of it, at how completely they had claimed and used me.
But even as shame consumed me, I couldn’t deny the way my body responded to being marked like this. Some primal part of me recognized this as the ultimate submission—to be covered in the evidence of their dominance while bound and helpless before them.
“Perfect,” Ryan breathed, his voice thick with satisfaction. I felt his large hands settle on my bottom, his palms warm against the cooling wetness. He began to rub their combined release into my skin, massaging it across every inch of punished flesh with possessive thoroughness.
I moaned at the sensation, the mixture of their seed with the lingering burn from my paddling creating a mélange of sensations I couldn’t process. His hands were gentle, but commanding as he worked, ensuring every part of my bottom was thoroughly coated.
“You’re going to remember this feeling,” Ryan murmured, his fingers continuing their methodical massage. “Every time you sit down, every time you feel the soreness, you’re going to remember what it means to belong to me completely.”