Kaden’s POV

​Everything in me roared to grab her by the jaw, slam her against the table, and remind her exactly who the fuck owned her. How dare she bargain with a body that already belonged to me?

​But she was right.

​I didn’t want a limp, broken doll tonight. I wanted her dripping. I wanted her moaning my name like she couldn’t breathe without me deep inside her. I wanted those sharp, stubborn eyes glazed over with raw, wild, fucking desire.

​Just this once, I told myself, the lie tasting like bitter on my lips.

​"Fine," I growled, the words scraping against my throat, barely believing I’d agreed to it. "But your performance better be worth it, breeder. If you hold back even a little, I’ll make sure Stephanie regrets ever being born."

​Her eyes flickered with a flash of real fear she couldn’t quite hide. Good. She should be afraid of what I could do to her. But that little spark of a win in her smile made my cock throb so hard it ached.

​I stood up slowly, towering over the table, using my size to crowd her space. "Follow me."

​We left the half-eaten meal behind. She rose smoothly, the emerald gown clinging to her curves, making her look too much like a queen as she walked behind me through the halls. The smell of her filled my nose—a heavy mix of sharp nerves and something much hotter: pure anticipation. My wolf felt proud, demanding I pin her against the nearest wall, but I had better plans.

​I didn’t take her to my bedroom.

​I led her down a hidden hallway to the one room I swore I’d never bring her into. Helen’s favorite place. My BDSM sanctuary.

​I punched in the code, the heavy door clicking open with a low hiss. I stepped inside first and flipped the switch.

Deep red lights flooded the space, bathing everything in a sinful, warm glow. Black leather, chains, padded benches, and a massive four-poster bed with strong posts and heavy silk ropes hanging from the top met my eyes. Whips, paddles, and toys lined the walls like trophies of absolute control.

​Rebecca’s eyes grew wide, her lips parting in real shock. She’d never seen anything of this level of bad. Good.

​"Undress," I ordered, my voice low, rough, and shaking with the control I was barely holding onto.

​I walked over to the bar cart, pouring myself a glass of whiskey, keeping my back to her to let the tension build until the air felt too thick to breathe. I heard the soft, slow sound of her dress sliding down her skin.

​When I finally turned, the gown was pooled at her feet. She stood completely naked in the red light, her full tits rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths, her nipples already hardened into tight, dark peaks. Her pussy was nearly shaved smooth, just a tiny landing strip above those plump lips I’d taken so many times. Her thighs pressed together slightly, but the red light caught the shiny wetness of her own arousal already coating her folds.

​Fuuuuck.

​"Get on the bed. Spread your legs," I commanded, taking a slow sip of the burning drink as I sat back in the large leather chair right in front of the mattress.

​She obeyed, crawling onto the massive bed, her knees falling wide open to reveal her pretty pink cunt, already swelling and visibly wet for me. The red lights made her skin look flushed, sinful, and desperate for a touch she wasn’t allowed to have yet.

​I leaned back, rubbing my rock-hard cock through my pants, the fabric tight against the heat of it. "Pleasure yourself. I want to watch you fuck that greedy little hole with your fingers while you think about my cock."

​Rebecca’s breath hitched. Her hand shook as it slid down her flat stomach, over her mound, until two delicate fingers parted her slick folds. She circled her swollen clit first, a soft, breathless whimper escaping her throat that went straight to my groin. Then, she pushed one finger inside herself, slowly pumping it in and out. Her hips rolled off the mattress, instinctively chasing the feeling.

​"Deeper," I growled, the whiskey burning in my throat. "Two fingers. Show me how badly you need to be fucked."

​She added a second finger, stretching herself with wet, slick, loud sounds that filled the quiet room. Her back arched completely off the bed, those perfect tits bouncing with the rhythm as she fucked herself harder, her fingers working deep. Her eyes shook, but she kept them locked on mine, biting her lip as another loud moan tore free from her chest.

​"That’s it... look at that dripping cunt. So fucking sloppy already, and I haven’t even touched you."

​I unzipped my pants and pulled out my thick, heavy cock, stroking it slowly, letting her see exactly what she was doing to me. "Faster, Rebecca. Rub that clit while you finger-fuck yourself. I want you soaked and shaking before I fuck you."

​Her fingers sped up, the wet, squelching sounds of her wetness filling the red-lit room. Creamy arousal coated her hand and dripped down toward her ass, shining in the red light. She was moaning openly now, her hips bucking against her own hand, her eyes glassy with pure, heavy lust.

​I stood up, holding my cock, and walked to the bed like a predator closing in on its prey.

​"Beg me to fuck you," I rasped, towering over her spread, shaking body. "Tell me exactly what this greedy pussy needs, and maybe—just maybe—I’ll give it to you hard enough to make you scream."

​Her fingers kept working, desperate and messy, as she looked up at me with those fuck-drunk eyes.

​"Tell me, breeder. Use your words."

​Her fingers kept pumping into that slick, greedy cunt, but she didn’t beg. Instead, those fuck-drunk eyes locked onto mine with pure stubbornness, a small, breathless smirk tugging at her lips even as her hips rolled without shame against her own hand.

​She was challenging me. Right here. Naked and open.

​Rage and raw, wild lust twisted hard in my gut. I wanted her broken for me—not just wet, but wanting me the way my wolf wanted her. I wanted her to beg like the desperate little breeder she was.

​I snatched her wrist, pulling her fingers out of her dripping hole with a wet, heavy pop. She gasped, her breath catching in her throat, but before she could speak, I flipped her onto her stomach and pinned her down with the full weight of my body. My thick cock pressed hard and heavy against the middle of her ass as I grabbed the silk ropes hanging from the bedposts.

​"Wrong answer," I snarled, tying her wrists together above her head, then securing them tightly to the strong headboard. The knots were tight but safe—enough to hold her exactly where I wanted her, completely at my mercy. She tested them, tugging once, her body arching beautifully under me, showing her wet pussy even more from behind.

​I sat back on my knees and brought my open palm down hard on her perfect ass.

​The sharp sound echoed through the red-lit room. Her skin jiggled, a bright red handprint blooming instantly on her pale skin.

​"Ah!" she cried out, the sound sharp, but there was no real fear in it. Just dark, rising heat.

​I spanked her again, harder, alternating sides until both were glowing red, swollen, and hot to the touch. Every single slap made her pussy squeeze visibly, fresh wetness dripping down her thighs onto the black sheets.

​"You think you can deny me your words?" Smack. "This cunt is mine. These tits are mine. You are fucking mine."

​I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back, forcing her to look at me over her shoulder, her face red and her chest heaving. "Say it, Rebecca. Beg me to wreck this sloppy hole."

​She bit her lip, breathing hard, her eyes blazing with a fire that wouldn’t give up. "Make me."

​My cock twitched painfully, roaring for release. Fuck, she was going to regret that.