Chapter 23 #2
After breakfast, I cleared the dishes and made my way to the living room, my face burning as Ryan settled into his favorite armchair to watch me work.
“Take off the apron,” he commanded. “Right here in front of me.”
He pointed to the carpet just in front of the chair. With my face burning I went to stand there. I kept my eyes downcast as I reached back and untied the strings, then lifted it over my head.
“Give it to me,” Ryan said, and I handed it over. “Now do your chores.”
I started with dusting, acutely aware of how my breasts swayed freely as I reached for the high shelves. Every movement sent the plug shifting inside me, making me gasp and squirm as I tried to focus on my tasks.
“Bend over more when you dust the coffee table,” Ryan commanded, his voice a little husky with obvious appreciation. “I want to see that pretty plug while you work.”
I obeyed with a whimper, presenting my plugged bottom as I cleaned the wooden surface.
“Beautiful,” he said. “My perfect little ass girl, working so hard to please me.”
The praise sent heat flooding through my core despite my embarrassment. I was vacuuming the carpet when Ryan’s hands suddenly settled on my shoulders, making me jump and fumble with the machine’s cord.
“That’s enough cleaning,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “Time for your reward.”
Before I could ask what he meant, his strong hands were guiding me toward the coffee table I’d just finished polishing. My heart hammered against my ribs as he positioned me facing the couch, my thighs pressed against the polished wood surface.
“I want you bent over this table,” Ryan commanded, his hands settling on my lower back to guide me into position. “Hands flat on the top.”
I obeyed with trembling limbs, my palms on the cool wood as he arranged me to his satisfaction. The plug shifted deeper as I bent forward, making me gasp at the overwhelming fullness. My breasts hung freely beneath me, my nipples brushing against the table’s surface with each breath.
“Perfect,” Ryan murmured, his hands stroking down my spine, then holding my bottom cheeks possessively. “Displayed exactly as you should be.”
I felt his fingers find the base of the plug, and I cried out as he began to twist it slowly inside me. The metal toy pressed against sensitive places I didn’t even know existed, sending jolts of electricity through my entire nervous system.
“Oh, God,” I whimpered, my hips bucking involuntarily. “Sir, please—”
“Please what?” he asked, continuing the maddening rotation. “Please stop? Or please don’t stop?”
I couldn’t answer because I honestly didn’t know. The sensations were overwhelming, teetering between pleasure and discomfort in a way that left me gasping and desperate. When he pulled the plug partway out before sliding it back in, I screamed at the intense stretch.
“That’s it,” Ryan growled, using the toy to work me open. “Let me hear how much you need this.”
He withdrew the plug completely, and I sobbed at the sudden emptiness. But before I could process the loss, I felt his massive cock pressing against my dripping pussy from behind.
“Time for your reward,” he said, driving forward in one smooth thrust.
The sensation was incredible after being stretched by the plug. My body welcomed him eagerly, my walls clenching around his thickness as he filled me completely. This wasn’t the gentle lovemaking I was used to—this was claiming, possessing, using me as his property.
“Yes,” I cried out, my voice echoing off the living room walls. “Oh God, yes, sir!”
Ryan’s hands gripped my hips as he established a punishing rhythm, each thrust driving me forward against the table. I could hear the obscene sounds of our joining, could feel his seed from this morning making everything slick and perfect for his use.
“Come for me, ass girl,” he commanded, one hand reaching around to find my clit. “Show me how grateful you are to have your master in your cunt.”
His fingers worked the sensitive bundle of nerves while his cock pounded into me relentlessly. The dual sensations, combined with the memory of the plug stretching me moments before, sent me spiraling toward the edge with terrifying speed.
The pressure built impossibly fast, my body responding to Ryan’s dominance with a desperation I’d never experienced before. His fingers on my clit, his massive cock filling me so completely, the memory of being plugged and displayed—it all crashed together in a perfect storm of submission and need.
“I’m going to come,” I sobbed, my voice breaking as the sensation crested. “Sir, please, I can’t hold back—”
“Come now,” Ryan commanded, his voice strained with his own approaching release. “Come on your husband’s cock.”
The permission shattered my last resistance. I exploded around him, my body convulsing against the coffee table as intense pleasure tore through me. I screamed his name, my voice raw and desperate as the orgasm consumed every thought, every sensation.
At the same moment, I felt Ryan’s cock pulse inside me, his own climax triggered by my desperate clenching around him.
He roared my name, his hands gripping my hips so tightly I knew there would be bruises as he spilled himself deep inside me.
We rode the waves together, our bodies joined in perfect, overwhelming union.