Kaden’s POV
I pulled back from her neck just long enough to look at her properly, my breath coming heavy and hot.
Ruby was sitting on the edge of the high table, her legs wrapped around my waist, her lips red and swollen, and her eyes dark with a wild kind of hunger. My hands were already at the hem of her top. I didn’t ask permission again. She’d given me green in every way that counted.
I pulled the fabric up and over her head in one quick motion, tossing it aside. Her bra came next—a simple black lace thing that couldn’t hide the full, firm weight of her breasts as they spilled free. My throat went bone-dry. Perfect. Heavy enough to fill my hands, her nipples already tight and dark against the cool air of the room.
"Stand up," I ordered.
She stood, and I took off the rest of her clothes. Skirt, underwear—everything pulled down slowly until she was completely bare in front of me. I took a step back just to look.
Gods, she was so fucking pretty. Even pregnant—especially pregnant—though it barely showed yet. Just the smallest, softest little bump low on her abdomen, an almost invisible curve that made something raw and fiercely possessive twist in my chest. Mine. The thought burned hot under my skin.
Firm, full breasts. Soft, curved hips my hands ached to grab. And between her thighs—neatly shaved, smooth, and already glistening wet. I could smell how ready she was for me. My cock throbbed painfully against the zipper of my pants.
I stood there mesmerized by her body, drinking her in like a man dying of thirst.
"Look at you," I muttered, stepping back in. I slid my palms up her thighs, over the gentle swell of her tiny bump, up to hold her breasts. My thumbs brushed her hard nipples, and a soft shiver ran through her. "Every single inch of you. Perfect."
I forced myself to slow down, remembering the rules I’d just laid out.
"Still green?" I asked, looking into her eyes.
She nodded, her breath unsteady. "Green."
Good.
I reached past her to the wall and grabbed a pair of soft, padded leather cuffs attached by a short metal chain. Nothing heavy. Just enough to keep her hands where I wanted them.
"Wrists," I said quietly.
She raised them without hesitating. I buckled the cuffs snug around her wrists—not tight enough to hurt, just enough that she’d feel trapped every time she moved. The click of the buckle made my blood pump faster.
I guided her back onto the padded table, laying her down and pulling her cuffed arms up above her head. I hooked the middle ring of the chain to the metal loop built into the top of the table.
Spread out like that—arms held above her head, body completely naked, legs falling open—she looked like every dark fantasy I’d ever tried to hide.
I ran my hand slowly down the center of her body, over her neck, between her breasts, past her soft lower belly, stopping just above her wet folds.
"I’m your master in this room," I told her, my voice dropping deep and firm. "You don’t move unless I tell you to. You don’t come until I say you can. And if anything feels wrong—yellow or red. Understood?"
She swallowed hard. "Understood."
I leaned down and put my mouth on her skin.
I started at her collarbone, then moved lower, sucking one tight nipple into my mouth while my hand squeezed her other breast. She gasped loudly. I switched sides, using my tongue and lightly grazing my teeth until both nipples were wet and dark, her hips lifting off the table as much as the restraints allowed.
Then I moved down between her open legs.
Her pussy was slick, soft, and swollen. I dragged two fingers through her wetness, watching it coat my skin. She was completely soaked.
"Look at how wet you are for me," I murmured against her skin.
I licked a long, slow stripe from her entrance straight up to her clit. Her thighs trembled against my shoulders. I did it again, tasting her fully, before sealing my mouth over her clit and sucking gently. At the same time, I slid two fingers deep into her tight warmth, finding the exact spot that made her hips jerk against the table.
I worked her steadily—tongue moving, fingers sliding inside her in deep, wet strokes while the cuffs kept her hands locked above her head. Every time she tried to close her thighs, my shoulders held them wide open.
Her breathing turned sharp and high, her inner walls tightening around my fingers as she neared the edge. I pulled my mouth back just an inch.
"Not yet," I whispered against her wet skin. "You don’t cum until I say so."
She let out a broken little groan, but I ignored it, putting my mouth back on her pussy. I sucked on her pussy for a long time, savoring the taste of her until she was licked dry.
I pulled back from her glistening skin, my chest heaving as I looked up at her flushed face. Her body was trembling, caught right on the agonizing edge of a release I was actively denying her.
"Do you trust me?" I asked, my voice deep, rough, and dripping with authority.
She swallowed hard, her pleasure-filled eyes locking onto mine. "Yes."
I stood up and walked over to the cabinet, retrieving a black silk blindfold and a low-temperature massage candle I’d lit earlier, its wax already melted into a warm, fragrant pool.
"I’m going to blindfold you," I said, stepping back to the side of the table.
"Okay—"
"No," I cut her off sternly, holding her gaze. "What’s the word?"
A small, breathless shiver ran through her. "Green."
"Good girl."
I leaned down and gently tied the silk over her eyes, blocking out her sight completely. Without her vision, her breathing instantly spiked, her ears straining for any sound.
"Kaden...?" she whispered, her hands pulling uselessly against the cuffed chain above her head.
I didn’t answer with words. Instead, I tipped the candle, letting a single drop of warm, liquid wax fall directly onto the peak of her left nipple.
She gasped sharply, her back arching off the table. Before the heat could settle, I picked up an ice cube from the silver bucket on the side table and dragged it slowly over the exact same spot. She let out a needy, shattered moan at the intense shock of hot and cold.
"God, you react so beautifully," I growled, pouring another drop of warm wax right onto the soft swell of her lower belly, just above her tiny bump, immediately following it with the soothing, freezing bite of the ice.
I dragged the ice cube lower, trailing a path of cold water down her stomach, over her hip, and straight down into the burning heat between her thighs. She cried out, her hips jerking against the table as the extreme contrast drove her wild. I dropped the ice, leaning in to lick the cold water off her swollen clit, taking her right back to the edge until she was practically sobbing against the restraints.
Fuck, I wanted her so badly. My cock was throbbing so hard against my jeans it was genuine torture.
I pulled the silk off her eyes and looked down at her. "Can I go inside you?"
Her dark eyes fluttered open, heavy and glazed with pure hunger. "Green."
I unclipped the chain from the table and quickly unlocked the padded cuffs from her wrists, freeing her hands. "Go lay on the bed, baby."
She didn’t hesitate, sliding off the high table and walking over to the wide mattress, spreading herself out against the dark sheets.
I stood at the foot of the bed and finally stripped. I unbuttoned my shirt, tossing it aside, before unbuckling my belt and shoving my jeans and boxers down my legs. I stood bare before her, fully erect, proud, and heavy.
I watched her face closely, expecting her to trace the size of me with wide, overwhelmed eyes. But when she swallowed, her expression remained calm—almost unbothered, as if my size didn’t shock her at all.
What the fuck? A sudden, sharp spike of insecurity hit me right in the chest. Why wasn’t she impressed? Was Kane bigger than me?
God, what am I thinking? I slammed the thought down, irritated at myself. Comparing my dick to another Alpha’s like some competitive, insecure teenager. I shook my head, clearing the ridiculous thought, determined to prove to her right now exactly what I could do to her.
I climbed onto the bed, crawling over her like a predator and hovering above her body.
"Like what you see?" I asked, trying to play it off with a cocky smirk.
A soft smile tugged at the corner of her lips. She reached up, framing my face with her hands, and pulled me down into a deep, lingering kiss. "What are you thinking about in that big head of yours?"
"Well..." I muttered against her lips, unable to hide the slight edge in my voice.
As if reading my mind completely, she let out a quiet laugh, her fingers running through my hair. "No. You’re bigger than him."
A wave of pure, dark satisfaction surged through my veins. I smiled against her mouth, capturing her lips again in a hard, possessive kiss. I dragged my mouth down her throat, biting softly at her sweet spot, while my hand slid down between her thighs.
I thrust two fingers deep inside her drenched pussy, working her fast and wet, pumping into her until she was writhing under me, her tight walls clamping around my hand.
"Are you ready for me, baby?" I growled, pulling my fingers free and positioning my thick head right at her dripping entrance.
"Yes," she breathed, her legs wrapping tightly around my waist.
I held the base of my cock, pressing forward, sinking slowly into her pussy.
Fuck.
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