And sit down to wait.
There’s no clock in this room, but I wait long enough that I’m heartily glad for the en suite bathroom. It has a whole treasure trove of goodies too. The tiled walls of the shower also contain sturdy anchors for bondage games. Under the sink, I find enough industrial-strength cleaners to make me laugh. As if there were any doubts about what went on in this room.
In my snooping, I find a drawer full of a dozen different kinds of lube, and another with a wide selection of dildos and vibrators. Truly, it’s a kinky wonderland.
I finally end up in the large chair. It’s more comfortable than I’d expected and wide enough to accommodate a number of body types, with extra room so someone could slip their knees on either side as they ride . . .
The door opens softly, moving slowly enough that I’m half-sure I’ve fallen asleep and am dreaming. But then he’s there, filling the doorway, his skull mask the only thing light about him.
Wolf.
He steps into the room and closes the door behind him, just as softly, just as slowly. There’s a faint click as he locks it, and then he crosses his arms over his chest. “I should have known you wouldn’t obey.”
“You haven’t earned obedience.”
He laughs dryly. “I just paid a million dollars for you, Red. I think I’ve earned plenty.”
“Oh, that?” I don’t lean forward, forcing my body to stay relaxed. “I thought that was for everyone else’s benefit.”
“In part.” He doesn’t move. “But it’s currently sitting in your bank account, so take off that fucking dress and get on your knees.”
My pussy pulses in response to the rough words. “Take off the mask.”
“Not yet.”
There’s no room for argument in his voice, so I change tactics. “You offered me a collar. You understand what it means?”
“It means you’re mine.” Still, he doesn’t move.
I am. I bite back the words before they can slip past my lips. He’s too sure of me. He has reason to be, but that doesn’t mean I’m not capable of digging in my heels over this. “I want a safe word. I want you to promise to respect it.”
Another of those dry chuckles. “You’d only have my word that I will.”
“Your word is good enough for me. Even if you haven’t been completely honest with me.”
Is there a hesitation in his response? I’m not sure. I don’t get a chance to question it before he nods once. “Fine. Pick your safe word, baby.”
“Huntsman.”
“Cute. Now that that’s out of the way.” He pushes off the door and snaps his gloved fingers. “Take off the dress. Get on your knees.”
“You’re not even going to ask me what I’m into? What my limits are?”
“We covered this. I wouldn’t be a very good stalker if I didn’t know shit about you, Ruby.” He keeps talking in that low, growling voice before I can react to his tongue forming the syllables of my name. “You like a little pain. You want to be bad, want me to hurt other people just to get to your pretty pussy. You want to pretend I’m forcing you into a corner, but you’re so wet, you’re practically shaking for me.”
I lick my lips. “That’s still very limited.”
“You have a problem with something, tell me, and we’ll discuss it.”
“Just like that.”
“Just like that. You’re mine, baby. Wearing that collar isn’t just about everyone who sees it knowing I own that pussy—that I own you. I take care of what’s mine.”
It seems too easy, but maybe I’m just looking for an excuse to push him until he takes what he wants. I might have gotten away with pretending I was being coerced before, but I came here of my own free will. I signed that contract. I stepped onto the stage.
So I stand and slide out of the heavy dress. It hits the ground with a faint thud, leaving me naked before him. Except for the ring he gave me. He points at a spot right in front of him, and after the slightest hesitation, I cross to kneel there.
“You don’t follow instructions worth a damn.” He moves to the bed and grabs the blindfold and the collar. Then he steps behind me and carefully lifts my hair off my shoulders. A heartbeat later, the collar fastens around my throat. The long threads of rubies slither over my skin, making me shiver.
Wolf holds up a small key in front of me. “This is mine. Not going to make you wear this one in public, but you will be wearing the alternative.”
My heart beats faster. “Possessive much?”
“You have no fucking idea.” He wraps his fist around the key. The blindfold is next, a thick thing that blacks out my vision of the room entirely.
“Wolf, I want to see you.”
“Later.” His footsteps circle me, and I can’t help tensing in response. “I’m going to put you on that bed and eat your cunt until you beg for mercy, then I’m going to fuck you until I fill you up. Then I’m going to do it all over again. And again. Until you don’t have any confusion about who that pussy belongs to.”
I can’t quite catch my breath. “Wolf.”
“Somewhere in there, I’m also going to fuck that tight little ass. If you’re very good, at some point, I’ll fuck that bitchy mouth of yours until you gag and cry for me.”
“Wolf.”
The sound of his steps stops in front of me. “You got a problem with any of that?”
I might laugh if I could draw the air for it. “No.” I swallow hard. “I haven’t done much anal, though. You’ll have to be careful if you don’t want to hurt me.”
“Oh, baby, I do want to hurt you.” His hand—his hand, not his leather gloves—cups my face. “But not by accident. If I hurt you, it’s going to be on purpose. I’ll be careful with your ass.”
I can’t stop shaking. He hasn’t done anything but talk to me, touch me almost innocently with his bare hands. I can’t stop myself from leaning my cheek deeper into his palm. “Okay.”
“Good girl.” He removes his hand, but I barely have a chance to mourn the loss before he sweeps me up and sets me on the bed on my back. “Spread your legs. Let me see what a million-dollar cunt looks like.”
I don’t hesitate. I spread my legs wide enough that my hips ache. My pussy throbs in time with my racing heart, and my desire feels heavy in a way I can barely stand. His mouth. I’m finally going to get his mouth.
He moves away from the bed, his boots making soft sounds on the carpet. The slide of cloth reaches my ears, and I freeze. He’s stripping. For the first time, I’m going to have his entire body against mine. No clothes between us. No mask. No gloves.
I reach up for my blindfold, but his harsh voice stops me. “You take that blindfold off, and I’m going to forget about being careful with you, baby. Choose wisely.”
My fingers brush the blindfold, but as intoxicating as I find the idea of him doing exactly that, I don’t want it for the first time it’s truly just us, no one else around who’ll intrude. So I put my hands on the bed and fist the sheets. A reminder to obey.
“Thought so.” His voice is closer. I can’t hear his footsteps any longer, not over the rushing in my ears. There’s no telling how close or far he is.
Then rough hands find my thighs. The grip is painful enough that it surprises a yip out of me. I don’t get a chance to decide if I want to protest for real or not. His mouth finds my pussy, and then there isn’t a single thought in my head beyond more.
He devours me.
It’s as if he wants to imprint himself on every inch of my pussy. He licks and sucks at my folds, delves his tongue deep inside me, moves up to kiss my clit as if he can go for hours.