I woke up slowly, the soft morning light sneaking through the curtains, but my body betrayed me with a sharp hiss escaping my lips. Every inch of me ached fiercely, a brutal reminder of the savage pounding my husband had delivered last night as punishment for my disobedience. My pussy throbbed with a deep, fiery soreness from the ice, my ass burned from his relentless thrusts, and bruises bloomed across my thighs, hips, and breasts like dark badges of his ownership.

Beside me, my husband slept soundly, his muscular body sprawled naked and that big massive cock of his lying heavy and semi-erect against his thigh. The sight hit me like a drug—my mouth flooded with saliva, a desperate hunger gnawing at my core despite the pain. I needed his cock, craved to taste it, to worship it like the devoted slut wife I had become.