Her Husband’s New Rules Ep5

"Tomorrow — we take it even further."

Aarohi had barely stopped shaking after the car. Her throat was raw, her pussy ruined from orgasm after orgasm — and yet… she was already wet again, hungry for more.

The next day, Karan sent no message all day.

Silence.

The tension built until she was almost aching with need.

Finally — 7:00 PM — her phone buzzed.

"Wear nothing. Wait on your knees. When I arrive — you’ll be collared. And after tonight — you will never be the same again."

Attached was a photo — a black leather collar with a small silver tag.

Her breath stopped. Collared.

This was no longer play. This was ownership.

By 9 PM, Aarohi knelt naked on the floor, heart racing, body already dripping.

The door opened.

Karan walked in, black shirt, dark eyes — predatory.

"Look at you. Ready to give me everything."

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Tonight — you become my property. Fully."

He knelt, buckling the collar snugly around her neck. The click of the lock sent a shiver down her spine.

"Stand."

She obeyed — completely bare, collared, vulnerable.

Karan clipped a leash to the collar.

"Tonight — you will be displayed. You will obey. You will be used. Publicly."

"P-publicly?" she whispered, shaking.

"Yes. You crave it. I know. And you’ll thank me after."

Her pussy throbbed violently at the words.

Karan led her to the car — no clothes, only the leash and a long coat over her body.

They drove in silence.

Destination: A private members-only club.

"Safe space. Everyone knows the rules. You are to be seen — touched if I allow. Fucked if I allow. You will not question me."

"Yes, sir," she whispered, trembling.

When they arrived — a discreet entrance, velvet curtains, low lighting. Bodies already filled the room — some clothed, some naked, all engaged in wicked acts.

Karan guided her inside — coat removed instantly. Now she was fully exposed — collared, leashed, breasts heaving, nipples hard, thighs glistening.

Eyes turned instantly — hunger, amusement, admiration.

"Stay on your knees. Hands behind your back."

She knelt in the center of the room — her body shaking, her arousal dripping down her thighs.

Karan addressed the crowd:

"My wife. My toy. Tonight — she will serve. You may watch. You may touch if I allow."

A soft murmur of approval swept through the crowd. Aarohi moaned, her body betraying her with desperate need.

Karan circled her slowly, then stopped in front of her.

"You will suck my cock. Now. Eyes open — everyone will watch."

She obeyed instantly, taking him deep into her mouth, tears spilling as he used her throat mercilessly.

"Look how eager she is," Karan growled.

"Do you want more, my slut?"

"Yes — use me — show them all I’m yours!"

The crowd clapped softly — predators circling.

"Stand. Legs spread."

He bent her over a padded bench — exposing her dripping pussy to the room.

"First rule — you may look. Second — if I say, you may touch. If you displease me — you will watch her be fucked by another."

Aarohi gasped — body trembling harder than ever.

"Do you trust me?" Karan whispered in her ear.

"Yes, sir — please — use me — show them I belong to you!"

He pressed a remote — a vibrating plug inside her ass jolted to life. Aarohi screamed, hips jerking.

"Now — let’s begin."

His cock slammed into her pussy — brutal, deep thrusts that made the entire room hear her cries.

"Say it — tell them what you are."

"I’m a filthy wife — a desperate slut — my husband’s toy — used for his pleasure!"

Cheers erupted.

Karan grabbed her throat from behind, pounding harder, her body convulsing violently.

"You’ll come. On command only."

"Please — please let me — I’m so close — please, sir!"

"Now — come for me — come for everyone here!"

Aarohi’s orgasm ripped through her — a violent, screaming release that left her shaking, sobbing, juices pouring down her thighs.

But Karan wasn’t done.

"You will take another cock. Now."

Her eyes widened — terror and arousal clashing.

"I trust you, sir — I will obey."

A man approached — chosen by Karan — large, imposing.

Karan spoke clearly:

"She belongs to me. You may use her pussy once — deep and hard. No permission to come inside. Understood?"

"Yes, sir."

Aarohi gasped as the man’s thick cock speared her open — deeper than Karan — her body shaking uncontrollably as she was fucked savagely in front of the crowd.

"That’s it — take it — show them how well my slut serves."

"Yes — yes — fuck me — I’m your filthy wife — your property!"

Another brutal orgasm tore through her as the man finished, pulling out as commanded.

Aarohi collapsed, body ruined — tears of pleasure streaming down her cheeks.

Karan lifted her gently.

"You were perfect, my toy. Now — you will be cared for."

He wrapped her in a soft blanket, holding her close, kissing her gently.

"Tomorrow — new rules. You will wear your collar every day. And you will serve me whenever I wish — no questions. Understood?"

"Yes, sir — I am yours — fully, forever."

And she meant it — because after tonight, there was no going back.

She belonged to him — body, mind, and soul.