He set a punishing rhythm, each thrust hard and deep. My virginity was gone—ripped away by his relentless claiming of my body. Tears streamed down my face, but beneath the pain something else began to build. A dark, intense pleasure that grew stronger with each brutal stroke.
His hands gripped my hips even harder, holding me in place as he fucked me. The sound of his lap slapping against my punished bottom filled the room, mixing with my sobs and his grunts of satisfaction. I felt like I was being punished with his cock, disciplined in the most intimate way possible.
“You’re mine now,” he said, his voice rough. “Completely mine. This cunt belongs to me.”
His words sent a jolt through me. My pussy clenched around him, and I heard him growl at the sensation. The pleasure was overwhelming everything else now, building and building until I thought I might shatter.
“Touch yourself,” Chris commanded. “Rub your clit while I fuck you.”
My right hand moved between my legs, finding that swollen, sensitive spot. With my left hand I squeezed my whipped cheek on that side, full of shame but unable to help myself: I wanted, needed the reminder that my husband had had to punish me to ensure I served him properly with my body. The moment my fingers made contact with my clit, I cried out. The combination of his cock pounding into me and my own touch felt like too much.
“That’s it,” he urged. “Come on your husband’s cock. Show me what a dirty little slut you are.”
The orgasm crashed through me like a tsunami. I wailed, my whole body convulsing with helpless pleasure. My pussy clenched rhythmically around Chris’s cock, and I heard him grunt, “Fuck,” above me, elongating the word so that my cheeks flared anew as I understood that I had pleased the huge penis inside me.
His thrusts became erratic, harder. Then he slammed deep one final time, his fingers digging into my hips as he groaned. I felt him pulsing inside me, felt the hot flood of his release filling me.
For a long moment, neither of us moved. We stayed frozen in that position—him buried inside me, me bent over the couch, both of us breathing hard. My body trembled with aftershocks, my mind spinning with what had just happened.
I was no longer a virgin. I was truly his wife now, in every way. Chris had taken me, claimed me, made me his in the most primal way possible. I belonged to the man who had just fucked me, and had the right to fuck me again whenever he wanted.
I felt my brow crease, and I realized I had started to worry my lower lip between my teeth. To my dismay, I understood that I wanted him to do it again as soon as possible.
