Her Husband’s New Rules Ep4
HUSBAND WIFE
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"Tomorrow — we take this outside the bedroom."
Aarohi had barely recovered from the last session when Karan’s next message came in — mid-afternoon this time.
"Wear the black lace dress. No bra. No panties. You will follow every order, no matter where we are. You’ll wear this."
Attached was a photo — a small, remote-controlled vibrator plug.
Her pussy clenched instantly.
This wasn’t just about bedroom games anymore. He wanted her exposed, helpless, completely owned — in public.
All afternoon, Aarohi was restless — heat pooling between her thighs at the very thought of being controlled outside.
By 8 PM, she was ready. The black dress clung to her body, nipples already hard and visible through the thin fabric. The plug slid inside her with ease — she was soaking wet before it was even in place.
Karan met her at the door, dressed sharply. His eyes devoured her immediately.
"Good girl. Ready to be my filthy little toy in public?"
"Yes, sir," she whispered.
He handed her a long trench coat.
"Wear this for now. But know this — at dinner, if I choose to make you stand, or bend, or beg — you will obey. Understand?"
"Yes, sir."
Aarohi trembled — both terrified and aroused beyond belief.
They drove in silence to an upscale restaurant — the kind where dim lighting and hushed conversations masked sin beneath sophistication.
As they walked in, Karan whispered in her ear:
"Every other woman here is safe. You are not. You are mine to use tonight."
Her pussy throbbed violently around the plug.
They were seated. Karan ordered wine, eyes gleaming.
Under the table, her hands gripped the chair tightly — the remote visible in Karan’s palm.
"You will eat. You will smile. You will not come unless I say."
"Yes, sir."
He pressed the first button.
A sudden jolt of vibration filled her. Aarohi gasped, nearly knocking over her glass.
"Control yourself," Karan warned softly.
She bit her lip, thighs trembling under the table.
For the next twenty minutes, he tortured her with random bursts — high, low, pulsing patterns — each one driving her closer to the edge.
Conversation flowed around them, waiters served courses — but Aarohi could barely think. Her body was on fire.
Karan leaned in:
"Remove your coat. Now."
"Here?!"
"Now."
Heart pounding, Aarohi slid the coat off — now seated in the sheer black dress, nipples visibly peaked, every man’s eye subtly drawn to her.
Karan smirked.
"That’s my good slut. Now — spread your thighs wider. Keep them that way."
She obeyed, face burning. The plug buzzed again — harder this time.
Aarohi clenched the chair desperately, her arousal leaking down her thighs.
"So close already," Karan murmured. "Such a weak little toy tonight."
She whimpered.
"You’ll hold it. Or I will spank you right here in the car later."
"Yes, sir," she gasped.
As dessert arrived, Karan slid his chair closer, hand resting possessively on her bare thigh.
"Stand up."
"Sir — please—"
"Now."
Trembling, Aarohi stood — legs shaking, cheeks flushed. The vibrator buzzed again — full strength.
"Hands behind your back. Stay."
She obeyed — fully exposed, nipples straining against the dress, thighs trembling from the relentless pleasure.
"You’re dripping, aren’t you?"
"Y-yes, sir."
"Good. You will come when we get to the car — but not a second before."
"Please — please, I’m so close—"
"Beg harder."
"Please, sir! Let me come, I can’t hold it — please use me, ruin me!"
"Pathetic slut."
He paid the bill calmly, making her stand there, flushed and desperate.
Finally, he stood, grabbed her by the wrist, and practically dragged her to the car.
As soon as the door shut, he shoved her against it, dress pulled up, plug yanked out roughly.
"Now you’ll come for me — screaming."
Two fingers plunged into her soaked pussy, vibrator pressed mercilessly to her clit.
Aarohi screamed, body convulsing violently, her orgasm tearing through her as her legs buckled.
"That’s it — make a mess for me, my filthy little wife," Karan growled, fucking her through the orgasm, prolonging it until she sobbed uncontrollably.
He pulled her head back by the hair.
"We’re not done yet. You’ll suck me now — here. Windows down."
Eyes wide, arousal overwhelming, she obeyed instantly — unzipping him, taking his thick cock deep into her mouth, moaning around it.
"That’s my perfect toy — use that mouth like you mean it," he groaned.
She sucked greedily, throat taking him deeper, tears spilling down her cheeks.
"I’m going to fill your mouth — and you will swallow every drop."
"Yes, sir," she gasped.
Moments later — with a deep grunt — Karan came hard down her throat. Aarohi swallowed every spurt, licking him clean.
"Good fucking girl," he praised, zipping up, eyes wild with possession.
"Tomorrow — we take it even further."
Aarohi shivered, utterly spent, utterly owned.