Kaden’s POV

​I reached for the thick leather paddle hanging on the wall. The first strike landed across both cheeks with a loud thud, making her whole body jolt. I didn’t stop—steady, regular blows that turned her ass a deep, angry red. Between strikes I rubbed her soaked folds, spreading her cream over her swollen clit but never giving her enough pressure to come.

​By the time I set the paddle down, she was shaking, crying softly, her pussy a dripping, puffy mess. But still no begging.

​I leaned down, biting the curve of her neck hard enough to leave a mark. "We’re just getting started, breeder."

​I left her tied and trembling while I lit several thick black candles. The red room glowed warmer as wax began to pool. I climbed back onto the bed, sitting across her thighs, and let the first drop fall onto the small of her back.

​Rebecca hissed sharply as the hot wax hit her skin, then melted into a slow, burning trail. I poured more, careful lines down her spine, watching the way her body got tight and then relaxed with each hot splash. The contrast against her red ass was fucking beautiful.

​"Does it burn, little slut?" I whispered, voice thick. I poured a thin stream directly onto one ass cheek. She cried out, hips moving wildly against the mattress, grinding her clit into the sheets.

​I spread her ass with one hand and let wax drip dangerously close to her dripping entrance. Her moans turned broken and needy. When I finally tipped the candle and poured a small pool right over her swollen pussy lips, she screamed—half pain, half pleasure. The wax covered her folds, trapping in the heat, dripping down to her clit.

​I set the candle aside and used my fingers to peel the cooling wax away slowly, showing her highly sensitive, bright pink cunt. She was soaked, pulsing, absolutely wrecked.

​I flipped her onto her back, wrists still tied above her head, and started again on her front. Wax across her collarbones, between her moving tits, circling her hard nipples without quite touching them. She was panting, eyes glassy, body covered in a pattern of red and white wax.

​One final candle hovered over her spread thighs. I locked eyes with her. "Beg."

​She shook her head, stubborn even now.

​I poured the wax directly onto her bare, exposed pussy. Long, slow streams that covered her clit and folds completely. Rebecca thrashed against the ropes, a raw, deep moan tearing from her throat as the heat overwhelmed her most sensitive flesh.

​I peeled it off carefully, then blew cool air across her freshly tortured cunt.

​I grabbed a bowl of ice cubes from the mini-fridge in the corner. Her eyes widened when she saw them—waiting and a bit of nervousness mixing in her look.

​I popped one into my mouth, sucking it until my tongue was freezing, then bit onto her left nipple. The contrast made her scream. I sucked hard, rolling the sensitive peak with my ice-cold tongue while my hand worked the other breast, pinching and tugging. I switched—hot mouth from earlier teasing, then freezing ice—until both nipples were swollen, dark red, and painfully sensitive.

​Rebecca was talking nonsense now, unclear moans and curses. Perfect.

​I slid lower, trailing ice cubes down her stomach, leaving a wet, freezing path. When I reached her pussy, still tender from the wax, I pressed a fresh ice cube directly against her clit.

​"Fuck—Kaden!" she gasped, hips jerking wildly.

​I held it there, letting it melt against her burning heat, then pushed the melting cube inside her with two fingers. Her walls tightened around the ice, the cold making her shake wildly. I lowered my mouth and sucked.

​Ice and her sweet, creamy arousal mixed on my tongue as I devoured her.

I fucked her with my tongue and the melting ice, sucking her clit hard while cold water and her juices ran down my chin. Every time she got close, I pulled back, replacing the ice and starting over.

​She was crying with desire now, thighs shaking without control around my head.

​"Please... please, I can’t—"

​I pulled away just enough to growl against her dripping folds. "Say it properly."

​Rebecca’s chest moved heavily, tears of frustration and overwhelming need shining on her lashes. Her pussy was a wrecked, swollen mess—bright pink from the wax, shining with melted ice and her own thick cream, squeezing desperately on nothing. But that stubborn fire still burned in her eyes.

​"No," she whispered hoarsely, voice cracking but fighting back. "I won’t... beg like some broken whore for you."

​Fury and lust roared through me. My cock was painfully hard, leaking precum down my shaft, throbbing with the need to bury itself in her heat. But I refused to give in first.

​"You stubborn little bitch," I snarled, flipping her roughly onto her stomach again, wrists still tied high to the headboard. Her red, marked ass lifted perfectly. I grabbed the flogger from the wall—this time the one with the heavier leather strips.

​The first hit landed across her ass with a sharp thwack. She cried out, body jolting. I didn’t hold back. Steady, rhythmic strikes rained down on her ass, thighs, and upper back—never hard enough to break skin, but enough to leave beautiful red marks that glowed hot under the red lights. Between hits I shoved two thick fingers deep into her cunt, fucking her roughly, curling them against that soft spot inside her while my thumb ground against her clit.

​Every time her walls started shaking wildly around my fingers, I stopped. Pulled out. Let her hang on the edge, crying.

​"You want to come?" Thwack. "Then fucking beg for my cock like the greedy breeder you are."

​She only moaned and shook her head, hips grinding uselessly against the soaked sheets.

​I attached the clover clamps to her swollen, sensitive nipples, tightening them until she screamed. The chain between them hung down, and I gave it a sharp pull every few seconds, sending fresh sparks of pain-pleasure through her body while I continued hitting her ass.

​Her entire body was a work of art of torment now—red lines, wax flakes, ice trails, clamp-bitten nipples, and a dripping, open pussy that kept twitching at me.

​I grabbed a thick, curved glass dildo, lubed it with her own cream, and pressed it against her tight little asshole.

​"Last chance," I warned, voice dark and dangerous as I slowly pushed the cold toy into her ass, stretching her while my fingers returned to her cunt. Double penetration with the toy and my hand, fucking both holes in a rough rhythm while the wand vibrator pressed hard against her clit on high.

​Rebecca broke into wild screams, body shaking, trying to catch the orgasm I kept keeping from her. I kept her on the edge like this for what felt like forever—bringing her right to the point over and over, then stopping everything. The clamps came off only for me to suck and bite her tortured nipples raw again. More wax dripped onto her inner thighs. Another ice cube pushed deep into her pussy while I tongue-fucked her clit.

​She was completely broken now. A sweaty, shaking, drooling mess of need and desperation. Tears ran down her face. Her voice was raw.

​Finally, when I pulled the toys away one last time and rubbed my thick, veiny cock against her ruined entrance, sliding the big head up and down her slit without pushing in, she broke completely.

​"fuck Kaden...just fuck me!" she cried, pushing her ass back desperately against my cock.

​A dark, winning growl tore from my chest. I gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and slammed into her in one rough, completely deep thrust.

​Her scream of relief and pleasure echoed through the red room as her walls instantly squeezed down around me like a vice, hot, wet, and pulsing. I fucked her like an animal—deep, punishing strokes that made her tits bounce and her body rock forward with every hit. The sound of my heavy balls slapping her clit filled the room alongside her broken moans.

​But this was only the beginning of what I had planned for her tonight.