Her Husband’s New Rules Ep1

It started with a simple text.

"Tonight, no lingerie. No excuses. Just you — waiting."
— Karan.

Aarohi felt the throb between her legs even before she finished reading it.

They’d been married six years. The sex was always good — but it had been months since he had sent her a message like this. Months since he had demanded, not asked.

She wanted that man back. The one who fucked her like she was the only thing keeping him alive.

The clock crawled toward 11 PM. Aarohi showered slowly, shaving every inch of her skin, her hands lingering longer than necessary between her thighs. She towelled off, smoothed oil over her breasts, her thighs, her ass.

When she looked in the mirror — flushed cheeks, stiff nipples, glistening skin — she didn’t look like a wife. She looked like a woman ready to be used.

A black silk robe hung loose over her. Beneath it: nothing.

11:02 PM — the bedroom door opened.

Karan stood there — no words, no smile. Just hunger in his eyes.

"On the bed. Now."

Aarohi obeyed instantly, the silk falling open as she crawled to the center of the mattress. Her nipples hardened at the cold air — or perhaps the way his gaze devoured her.

"Hands above your head."

She stretched her arms out. Karan removed his tie, wrapped it around her wrists, fastening them to the headboard. She could barely move.

"You’re going to be fucked until you beg me to stop," he whispered, his voice gravelly.

Aarohi whimpered, her hips already rocking.

Karan knelt between her thighs, spreading them wide with his hands. He took a moment to admire her soaked folds.

"Dripping already. My filthy little wife," he murmured.

His tongue darted out, flicking her clit once, twice, then lashing it with maddening circles. Aarohi cried out, hips jerking — but he gripped her thighs hard, holding her down.

"You don’t come without permission," he warned.

She bit her lip, shaking.

He licked her slowly, deliberately — tasting every inch of her folds, dipping his tongue inside her, fucking her with it. When he pulled away, her clit throbbed, her pussy clenching desperately.

"I could make you come just like this," he said, voice low. "But not yet."

Karan stripped, cock thick, heavy, glistening at the tip. Aarohi licked her lips instinctively.

"You want it?"

"Please... please give it to me," she gasped.

"You’ll take every inch."

He teased her entrance with the head of his cock, sliding it through her soaked folds, making her shiver. Then — with a deep, brutal thrust — he filled her in one stroke.

"Fuck!" she screamed.

"That’s right. You take this cock like the needy slut you are," Karan growled.

He pulled out nearly all the way — then slammed in again, harder. The bed shook with each thrust. Aarohi was helpless, tied, moaning uncontrollably as he pounded her mercilessly.

"I’m going to ruin this pussy tonight," he snarled.

"Yes — yes — fuck me!"

His pace was savage. Each thrust made her breasts bounce, nipples straining. Sweat slicked their bodies, skin slapping against skin.

Karan leaned down, biting her neck, her collarbone, leaving marks. One hand gripped her throat — not choking, but firm enough to remind her who owned her tonight.

"You belong to me," he growled.

"Yes! Yes, I’m yours!"

He let go of her throat, grabbing her bound wrists instead, thrusting harder, deeper — his cock stretching her deliciously. Aarohi could feel her orgasm building fast.

"Please — please let me come!"

"Not yet."

"Karan — please — I can’t —"

He stopped suddenly, pulling out completely. Aarohi sobbed, hips rocking desperately for friction.

"Look at you. So desperate for my cock," he said, smirking.

He grabbed her by the hips, flipping her over roughly. Her ass was presented to him, wet folds dripping down her thighs.

"Stay just like that," he ordered.

Without warning, he thrust back in — deeper than before. Aarohi screamed into the pillow, her body jerking. Karan spanked her ass hard once, twice, making her gasp.

"Such a good little wife. You’ll come when I tell you."

"Please — I can’t hold it!"

"You will."

He fucked her brutally now — long, punishing strokes. The sound of his hips slamming against her ass filled the room. Her pussy clenched around him, dripping down his cock.

"Now — come for me!"

Aarohi’s orgasm exploded through her — a raw, primal scream tearing from her throat. Her body convulsed, her pussy milking him greedily.

"Fuck — take it!" Karan roared, slamming deep and stilling as he came hard inside her — thick, hot spurts filling her completely.

He collapsed over her, both of them shaking, panting.

After a moment, he untied her wrists, kissing the red marks gently.

"You were perfect," he whispered.

"More than perfect," she whispered back, body still trembling.

He smiled wickedly.

"New rule. You’ll wait tied and ready every night I’m home."

Aarohi grinned through her exhaustion.

"Yes, sir."

Because this was the man she had married. And tonight, he had claimed her all over again.