Chrishell moans when Reuben whips her, not just one strike, not two, but three. He walks over to her, his fingers run down her back, where the lashes cut her back, and his lips follow next.

"Christ, Reuben—" Chrishell's voice hitched as his tongue traced the burning lines across her shoulders. The sting flared under his mouth, raw and electric, before his lips softened against her skin. She exhaled sharply through her nose, fingers curling into the bedsheets. "You don't get to be gentle *now*."

Reuben chuckled low against her spine, the warmth of his breath doing nothing to dull the throbbing in her flesh. "Thought you liked contrasts," he murmured. His hand slid around her hip, possessive but unhurried, fingertips pressing just hard enough to remind her who put those marks there.

The room smelled like leather and sweat, the kind of heavy air that clung to skin. Chrishell turned her head, catching the glint of the discarded whip in the lamplight—three precise coils of braided cord, dark with use. Reuben had always been meticulous. He didn't leave marks where they'd show under clothes, didn't draw blood unless she asked for it. That was the unspoken rule: she could take whatever she wanted, but he'd always keep her safe.

Reuben's hand curled around the base of the anal beads, the smooth silicone cool against his palm compared to the heat radiating from Chrishell's skin. He dragged the pad of his thumb over the smallest one, testing its give, before pressing it against her without warning. She gasped, back arching—not away, but *into* the pressure, her body already trained to respond before her mind caught up. "Fuck—" she hissed, but the protest died as he worked the first bead inside with a slow, deliberate twist of his wrist.

The stretch was familiar, almost comforting in its ache, but the second bead made her toes curl. Reuben hummed approvingly at the way her muscles fluttered around the intrusion, his free hand splaying across the small of her back to keep her from squirming away. "Count them for me," he murmured, and she choked out a laugh, half-breathless, as the third slipped past the tight ring of muscle.

By the fifth, her thighs were trembling, sweat beading along her hairline. Reuben paused, fingers stroking the curve of her ass where the last bead rested just inside her, not quite buried. "One more," he said, and it wasn't a question. Chrishell dug her nails into the sheets, nodding, her voice wrecked when she managed, "Do it." The sixth stretched her to the brink, a sweet, searing burn that blurred the line between pleasure and pain, and she moaned, low and ragged, as he finally let go.

Reuben's palm cracked against the right cheek of her ass with a sharp, stinging precision—the sound alone made her flinch before the heat bloomed. Chrishell bit down on a whimper, her body tensing instinctively, but before she could even catch her breath, his hand came down again, this time on the left. The twin impacts left her skin singing, the sharpness of each slap lingering like a brand. She arched against the sheets, her breath hitching as the aftershocks rippled through her.

"Even," Reuben murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. His fingers traced the rising flush on her skin, the contrast of his cool touch against the heat he'd just painted there. Chrishell shuddered, her muscles clenching around the beads still buried inside her, the dual sensations sending sparks up her spine. His hand rested possessively on the curve of her ass, fingers flexing slightly, as if debating whether to mark her further.

She didn’t give him time to decide. "Again," Chrishell demanded, her voice rough, the word half-muffled against the pillow. Reuben chuckled, low and dark, and she felt the shift in the air before his hand came down—right, then left, the rhythm deliberate, the force just shy of brutal. This time, she cried out, her hips jerking forward, the friction of the sheets against her oversensitive skin almost too much.

The fifth spank landed with a wet, open-palmed crack—right, then left, the rhythm as exact as a metronome. Chrishell's skin burned where Reuben's hand connected, the heat radiating outward in waves, but the beads inside her kept her anchored, the fullness a counterpoint to the sharp sting. She gasped into the pillow, her hips canting forward involuntarily, chasing the friction of the sheets beneath her. Reuben's fingers flexed against her hip, holding her steady as his other hand came down again, this time with a twist of his wrist that made the impact land at an angle, lighting up fresh nerve endings.

"Fuck—*fuck*—" Chrishell's voice fractured, her thighs shaking as the sixth and seventh spanks overlapped the already tender skin. She could feel the flush spreading, the heat pooling low in her belly, her body caught between the dual sensations of pain and pleasure. Reuben paused, his palm resting possessively on the curve of her ass, fingers tracing the edges of the redness he'd painted there. The contrast between his cool touch and the fire beneath her skin made her shiver. "Don't stop," she ground out, her nails digging into the sheets.

Reuben exhaled sharply through his nose, his grip tightening momentarily before he delivered the next two spanks—harder this time, the sound sharp enough to echo off the walls. Chrishell arched into it, her breath coming in ragged bursts, the stretch of the beads inside her suddenly unbearable in the best way. She could feel the slickness between her thighs, the way her body clenched around the intrusion with every stinging impact. Reuben's thumb brushed over the crest of her ass, testing the heat, before he leaned down, his lips grazing the shell of her ear.

"Fuck, you're soaked," Reuben growled, his fingers digging into her hips as he dragged her back onto him without ceremony. Chrishell gasped as he filled her in one smooth thrust, the stretch of him a brutal counterpoint to the beads still buried inside her ass. Her thighs trembled, her body already wound tight from the spanking, and the sudden fullness wrenched a ragged moan from her throat.

Reuben didn’t give her time to adjust. His hands anchored her hips in place as he set a punishing rhythm, each snap of his pelvis driving her forward into the sheets. The friction burned—her skin still tingling from the spanks, her muscles clenching around the dual invasion—and Chrishell bit down on a whimper, her fingers twisting in the bedding. "Look at you," he muttered, his voice rough with approval. "Taking it so fucking well."

She could feel the way her body yielded to him, the slick heat of her cunt making every thrust glide effortlessly, but the stretch never lessened. Reuben angled his hips just right, grinding deep on every stroke, and Chrishell choked on a sob when the head of his cock brushed that spot inside her that sent sparks up her spine. The beads shifted with the movement, a sweet, relentless pressure that had her thighs shaking.

"You like the feel of that, baby," Reuben growled, his voice rough against the nape of her neck, his fingers tightening on her hips as he drove deeper. "You like having me dominate you." It wasn't a question—the way her body arched into his thrusts, the way her breath hitched whenever his palm landed on her already-stinging skin, all of it was answer enough. Chrishell whimpered, her fingers scrabbling for purchase on the sweat-slick sheets, but he didn't let her escape the rhythm, didn't let her catch her breath. Every snap of his hips was a reminder, a claiming.

She tried to twist her head to look at him, but Reuben caught her jaw with one hand, forcing her face back into the pillow. "Eyes forward," he commanded, his thumb pressing into the hinge of her jaw just enough to make her gasp. "You don't get to look away." The denial sent a fresh wave of heat pooling low in her belly, her body clenching around him in response. Reuben groaned, his grip shifting to her hair, fisting the strands tight enough to make her scalp sting. "Fuck, you're greedy," he muttered, his pace turning erratic, the beads inside her shifting with every rough thrust.

Chrishell's vision blurred at the edges, her thighs trembling as the dual sensations—the stretch, the sting, the relentless friction—built to a fever pitch. She could feel the tension coiling tighter, her muscles fluttering around him, but Reuben slowed abruptly, pulling almost all the way out before sinking back in with deliberate, torturous precision. "Not yet," he murmured, his breath hot against her shoulder. "You don't get to come until I say." The denial wrenched a sob from her throat, her hips jerking uselessly against his restraining grip.

Chrishell's entire body went rigid as Reuben's palm cracked down again—harder this time, the impact reverberating through her bones. Her thighs shook with the effort of holding still, every muscle clenched tight around the relentless fullness inside her. "Oh, *fuck*—" she gasped, her voice breaking on the plea, but Reuben just tightened his grip on her hip, his fingers digging in deep enough to bruise.

"I said *no*," he growled, the words rough against the sweat-slick curve of her shoulder. His thrusts slowed, turning deliberate, each one dragging against oversensitive nerves until she whimpered. The beads shifted inside her with every movement, a cruel, constant reminder of how close she was—and how far. Chrishell screwed her eyes shut, her nails scraping against the sheets, but Reuben caught her wrist, pinning it to the small of her back. "None of that," he murmured, his lips brushing her ear. "You take what I give you."

The denial was worse than the spanking. Her cunt fluttered around him, desperate and aching, but he kept his rhythm maddeningly slow, each thrust just shy of what she needed. Chrishell bit down on her lip hard enough to taste copper, her hips twitching helplessly against his restraint. Reuben chuckled, dark and satisfied, as he angled his next thrust just *so*, the head of his cock grinding against that sweet spot inside her—then pulling back before she could tip over.

Reuben pulled out completely with a wet, obscene sound, laughing low in his throat when Chrishell whimpered at the sudden emptiness. His fingers curled around the base of the anal beads, still slick with lube and her body’s heat, and he tugged the first one free with deliberate slowness. Chrishell gasped, her thighs tensing, the stretch of each bead leaving her inch by inch, making her squirm. "Count," he reminded her, his voice rough with amusement.

"One," Chrishell choked out, her fingers twisting in the sheets as the second bead slipped free. The drag was almost unbearable—too much and not enough all at once—and she arched against the mattress, her skin still burning from the spanking. Reuben hummed approvingly, his free hand smoothing over the curve of her ass, fingers tracing the heat he’d left there. "Two," she managed, her voice cracking as the third bead popped free, the sensation sharp enough to make her toes curl.

By the fourth, her breath was coming in short, ragged bursts, her body clenching around nothing, desperate for friction. Reuben paused, his thumb circling the rim of her ass where the next bead stretched her, teasing the sensitive skin before pulling it out with a slow, torturous twist. "Three," Chrishell gasped, her hips jerking forward involuntarily, seeking any kind of relief. Reuben’s laugh was dark, his fingers tightening on her hip to still her movements. "Patience," he murmured, dragging the fifth bead out so slowly she could feel every ridge of it.

Chrishell barely managed to gasp "Six—" before Reuben yanked the final bead free and slammed into her without warning. The sudden stretch punched the air from her lungs, her body arching off the bed as he buried himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. His fingers bit into her hips hard enough to leave crescent-shaped bruises tomorrow, the pain and pressure merging into a white-hot haze that blurred her vision. She wheezed, her muscles fluttering wildly around him, her fingernails shredding the sheets—but before she could even process the shock, Reuben was moving, his cock dragging against oversensitive nerves with ruthless precision.

"Christ, *Reuben*—" she sobbed, her voice cracking as he set a punishing rhythm, each snap of his hips jarring her forward into the mattress. The stretch bordered on unbearable, her ass still throbbing from the beads, but the way he filled her—*claimed* her—sent sparks up her spine. Reuben groaned low in his throat, his grip shifting to her waist as he hauled her back onto him, his thrusts turning deeper, slower, more deliberate. The change in angle made her see stars, his cockhead grinding against that spot inside her that unraveled her completely.

"You take it so fucking well," Reuben growled, his breath hot against her shoulder as he pistoned into her. His palm cracked down on her ass again—right where the skin was already flushed and tender—and Chrishell screamed, her body convulsing around him. The sting radiated outward in waves, mingling with the relentless fullness, and she couldn't tell if she was trying to push back onto him or writhe away. Reuben didn't let her choose. He fisted a hand in her hair, yanking her head back to expose the line of her throat, his teeth sinking into the junction of her shoulder as he fucked her harder.

Reuben's fingers slid through her slickness with a rough, knowing precision, his thumb circling her clit in tight, relentless strokes that made her hips jerk. "Such a little whore, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice thick with approval as he pushed two fingers inside her without warning. Chrishell gasped, her body arching off the bed, the stretch of his fingers a brutal contrast to the emptiness where his cock had just been. "You love getting fucked like this, don't you?" His thumb pressed harder, grinding against her clit in slow, torturous circles, and she choked on a moan, her thighs trembling with the effort of staying still.

Her cunt clenched around his fingers, desperate for more, but Reuben withdrew them suddenly, leaving her throbbing and wet. Chrishell whimpered, her nails digging into the mattress, but before she could protest, he was dragging his soaked fingers over her lips. "Taste," he commanded, his grip tightening in her hair when she hesitated. She opened her mouth obediently, her tongue flicking out to lick the salt-sweet tang of herself from his skin. The taste was familiar, intoxicating, and she moaned around his fingers, her eyes fluttering shut as he pushed them deeper, fucking her mouth with the same ruthless rhythm he’d used between her thighs.

Reuben pulled his fingers free with a wet pop, his other hand still tangled in her hair, holding her in place. "Good girl," he murmured, the praise sending a fresh pulse of heat through her. His palm cracked against her ass again—right where the skin was already flushed and tender—and Chrishell cried out, her body convulsing, her cunt clenching around nothing. The sting radiated outward, mingling with the relentless ache of denial, and she twisted against his grip, her breath coming in ragged bursts.

"Say it," Reuben growled, his fingers tightening in her hair as he dragged her head back further, exposing the frantic pulse in her throat. His breath scorched her ear—hot, uneven—but his thrusts never faltered, each snap of his hips calculated to keep her teetering on the edge without release. "Tell me how bad you want it."

Chrishell's nails tore at the sheets, her hips jerking uselessly against the mattress. Every nerve felt flayed open, raw from the spanking, the beads, the relentless stretch of him inside her. She could feel the tension coiling tighter, her muscles fluttering around him in helpless spasms, but he angled his hips just *wrong*, denying her that final, shattering friction. "Please—" she gasped, the word ragged, half-choked.

Reuben stilled abruptly, his cock buried to the hilt, and the sudden absence of movement was worse than the thrusts. "Please *what*?" His thumb brushed her clit—once, feather-light—and she sobbed, her thighs trembling violently.

Chrishell's breath hitched as Reuben's thumb circled her clit again, agonizingly slow, the pressure just shy of what she needed. "Please—*let me*," she gasped, her voice cracking on the plea, her hips jerking forward into the touch. The denial had wrung her nerves raw, her entire body coiled tight like a spring, and the ache between her thighs bordered on unbearable.

Reuben exhaled sharply against the damp skin of her shoulder, his fingers flexing against her hipbone. "Not yet," he murmured, his voice rough with restraint. His cock twitched inside her, thick and unyielding, but he didn't move, didn't give her the friction she craved. Instead, his free hand slid up her spine, tracing the raised welts from the whip—gentle now, almost reverent. The contrast made her shudder, the tenderness a sharp counterpoint to the throbbing heat between her legs.

She whimpered, her nails scraping against the sheets, but Reuben caught her wrist again, pinning it to the small of her back. "You want to come?" he asked, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. The question was a trap—she knew it—but her body answered before her mind could, her hips canting forward in desperate agreement. Reuben chuckled, dark and satisfied, as he finally, *finally* rolled his hips, grinding deep in a slow, torturous circle that made her vision blur at the edges. "Then beg for it."

"*Please*—" Chrishell's voice shattered into a gasp as Reuben's teeth grazed her earlobe, his hips pressing forward just enough to make her see stars without giving her what she needed. The word wasn't enough—she knew that—but her thoughts were reduced to static, her body strung so tight she could barely breathe. "Please, Reuben, *fuck*, let me—"

Reuben's fingers tightened in her hair, tipping her head back further until the arch of her throat strained. "Louder," he demanded, his voice a dark scrape against her skin. His thumb circled her clit again, mercilessly slow, and she cried out, her hips jerking against his restraint. "Tell me how much you need it."

The command unraveled her. "I need it—*god*, I need it—" Her voice broke as his cock twitched inside her, the pressure maddening. She twisted against his grip, her muscles fluttering around him, her skin slick with sweat where his chest pressed against her back. "Please, please, *please*—"

"Good girl," Reuben growled against the damp nape of her neck, his voice fraying at the edges like a live wire. "Cum for me." His fingers twisted in her hair, pulling just shy of pain as his hips snapped forward—*finally*, *finally* giving her what she'd been begging for. The first full thrust punched a ragged cry from Chrishell's throat, her vision whiting out at the edges as her body convulsed around him. Pleasure detonated up her spine, molten and electric, erasing every welt, every sting, every cruel second of denial in a single seismic wave.

Reuben didn't let up. He fucked her through it, his rhythm relentless, each stroke dragging against oversensitive nerves until she sobbed into the pillow. Her thighs trembled violently, her nails gouging half-moons into his forearm where it banded across her ribs, but he only tightened his grip, his teeth sinking into her shoulder as he chased his own release. The sharp bite of pain blurred into the aftershocks, another spark in the wildfire of sensation, and Chrishell whimpered his name like a prayer—or a curse.

She felt him shudder against her back, his breath coming in ragged bursts against her skin. His hips stuttered once, twice, before he buried himself to the hilt with a low, guttural groan. The heat of his release flooded her, thick and claiming, and Chrishell's exhausted muscles fluttered weakly around him in response. For a heartbeat, they stayed locked together, sweat-slick and trembling, the only sound their uneven breathing and the creak of the bedsprings.

Reuben's fingers loosened in her hair first, the tension bleeding out of his grip like a tide receding. His breath still came heavy against the curve of her shoulder, but when he shifted to pull out, Chrishell made a noise—half-protest, half-exhaustion—that had him pausing. He chuckled, the sound rough but warm, and instead of withdrawing, he rolled them both onto their sides, keeping her pinned against his chest. His arm curled around her waist, palm splayed possessively over her stomach, and she could feel the slow, satisfied thud of his heartbeat against her back.

"You're a mess," he murmured, his lips brushing the nape of her neck. His voice had lost its earlier edge, softened into something almost tender, though the hand tracing idle circles over her hipbone still carried the weight of ownership. Chrishell hummed, too wrung-out to form words, her limbs heavy as lead. The room smelled like sex and sweat, the air thick enough to taste, but beneath it all was the familiar scent of Reuben’s cologne—something dark and cedar-sharp, clinging to his skin even now.

He reached past her for the half-empty water bottle on the nightstand, the movement jostling her enough to make her wince. The welts on her back had begun to throb in earnest, the adrenaline fading, but before she could complain, Reuben was pressing the cool plastic to her lips. "Drink," he ordered, quieter this time. She obeyed, the water a shock against her parched throat, and when she finished, he tipped the rest over his own palm before smoothing it down the heated skin of her ass. The relief was instant, the chill cutting through the residual sting, and Chrishell groaned, arching into his touch.

Reuben pulls her against him, wrapping his arm around her. "Rest now, you did well tonight."