Her Husband’s New Rules Ep3

"Tomorrow night — a new rule. Be ready."

Aarohi couldn’t sleep after that. Her body ached, deliciously sore from being taken so hard the night before — but her mind buzzed with the promise of what was to come.

By the next evening, her anticipation had morphed into a throbbing need. Every small reminder — the faint marks on her wrists, the slick heat between her thighs — had her restless all day.

At 9:00 PM, her phone buzzed.

"Tonight’s rule: You are my toy. You will not speak unless asked. You will not come unless commanded. You will be used until you break."
— Karan.

Her heart skipped. Used until you break.

She trembled as she prepared. The bed was already stripped, just clean white sheets remaining. On the dresser, Karan had left a blindfold and vibrator — the message was clear.

At 10:55 PM, Aarohi knelt naked on the bed, blindfolded, wrists cuffed again to the headboard, legs spread wide. The cool air teased her exposed nipples, already stiff and aching.

She was soaked before he even entered.

The door opened.

Karan said nothing. She heard his slow footsteps, the metallic sound of his belt being removed.

"You’re beautiful," he finally murmured. "So desperate already."

She gasped softly — a hand grazed her cheek, down her neck, cupping one breast roughly. Fingers twisted her nipple hard, making her moan helplessly.

"No speaking," he reminded, slapping her inner thigh.

She whimpered — obeying.

Something cold pressed against her clit — the vibrator. Without warning, it buzzed to life.

Aarohi’s body jolted violently.

"Already so sensitive. You’ll suffer tonight," Karan growled.

He held the toy firmly against her swollen clit, watching her squirm, her moans growing louder by the second. Her body tensed, thighs trembling.

"You don’t come," he reminded, increasing the speed.

Tears pricked behind her blindfold. The need to come was unbearable — her pussy clenched, dripping uncontrollably.

But she held back, barely.

"Good girl. Let’s make it harder."

The vibrator stopped. Aarohi sobbed with frustration.

Moments later — the thick head of his cock pressed against her entrance.

"You’re mine. You’ll take every inch again — and again — until you can’t take anymore."

One brutal thrust — and he was buried to the hilt.

"Fuck!" she screamed instinctively.

"What did I say about speaking?"

A sharp slap landed across her cheek — not too hard, but enough to sting, to remind her.

"I’m sorry," she whimpered.

"That’s better."

He grabbed her hips, fucking her hard and fast from the start. The cuffs kept her helpless beneath him, her breasts bouncing wildly with each thrust.

"You’re going to take every load I give you tonight," he growled.

"Yes, sir," she gasped.

Karan leaned down, biting her neck, marking her. His pace grew even rougher, hips slamming against hers, the bed rocking violently.

Suddenly — he pulled out. Aarohi whimpered at the emptiness.

"You’re not done."

The vibrator returned — this time pressing hard against her clit as two fingers thrust deep into her pussy.

"You’ll edge for me. Again. And again."

Aarohi thrashed, moans spilling uncontrollably as her orgasm neared — but each time she got close, Karan stopped.

"Such a needy little slut. You’ll beg soon."

Finally — he grabbed her by the throat, squeezing gently.

"Now. You may speak."

"Please — please let me come! I’ll do anything, sir!"

"Not yet."

He flipped her over roughly, cuffs clicking loose just long enough to bind her wrists behind her back now. Face down, ass up — utterly vulnerable.

"You’ll come on my cock. Now beg properly."

"Please — please use me, fill me, fuck me until I break — I’m yours!"

"That’s my good girl."

He thrust inside her again, this time without mercy. His hips pistoned into her at a savage pace, the sound of skin slapping echoing through the room.

"Come for me. Now."

Aarohi’s body detonated — orgasm tearing through her so violently she screamed, sobbing, her pussy clenching impossibly tight around him.

Karan roared — thrusting deep as he emptied himself inside her, hot spurts filling her completely.

But he wasn’t done.

"You thought it was over?" he growled.

Still inside her, he reached for the vibrator again — pressing it mercilessly against her overstimulated clit.

"You’ll give me another."

"I — I can’t — please!"

"You will."

She screamed, body thrashing, tears streaming behind the blindfold as the second orgasm crashed through her — more brutal than the first.

Karan finally pulled out, watching his cum leak from her swollen folds.

He uncuffed her, pulling her trembling body into his arms, kissing her tenderly now.

"You were perfect, my little toy."

"Thank you, sir," she whispered, voice hoarse, body ruined — but blissfully, completely satisfied.

Karan’s voice was soft but dark in her ear.

"Tomorrow — we take this outside the bedroom."

Aarohi shivered — a new kind of heat blooming inside her.

And she couldn’t wait.