His voice broke the world open. Powerful. Final.
My body obeyed without permission. My orgasm tearing through me clenching, pulsing, slick slipping down my thighs. Ruining me. Cleansing me. Each wave of pleasure washing away what I was, leaving only what his shame had sanctified. My degradation more honest than any prayer I'd ever whispered.
Wolfe didn’t stop. He fucked me through it. Dragged the leash tighter. Thrust harder.Deeper. Until I shattered again. Until I broke open under him, offered the wreckage up to him like an altar. Until even breathing felt like a gift I wasn’t worthy of.
He finished inside me. Deep. Silent. Claiming every inch of me the way he claimed every breath I would ever take again.
When he finally pulled out, I collapsed against the marble. Trembling. Breathless. Claimed. Wolfe dropped the leash. Not in dismissal. In finality. Because I wasn’t going anywhere. Because even without the chain—I was still his.Exactly the way he built me to be.
19
CLOE
Wolfe's silencewrapped around my ribs tighter than breath. Royal sat slouched at the bar, watching the slow death of the world with a smirk. Loyal stood stiff by the windows, breathing like it hurt.
And Wolfe?—
Wolfe was still. Too still. Like the earth before an earthquake. Like the sky before a storm.
The buzz of a phone sliced the silence.
Short.
Sharp.
A knife against the marble.
I didn't move. Didn't lift my head. Obedience lived in breath now—not curiosity, not fear. Only the ache.
I heard Wolfe pick up the phone, felt it ripple through the leash—tension coiling through the chain knotted to my survival. I stayed kneeling. Breathing. Moving would have been betrayal.
The silence stretched.
Thicker. Tighter. Deadlier.
Until it snapped across the room like a whip. Wolfe's fingers tightened on the leash—not yanking, not jerking. Just tightening. Claiming. Breath locked inside my lungs. Painbloomed sweet and sacred across my throat. And I loved it. I loved it because it told me where I belonged, told me I was still breathing for him.
He spoke once.
Voice low.
Deadly.
Quiet enough that it shattered me harder than a scream would have.
“Us.”
Two letters.
Spat like venom.
The leash jerked once. I gasped—silent, shameful, perfect.
Wolfe stepped closer. Boots whispering across the marble.
I bowed lower. Forehead brushing the cold stone.
I didn't flinch. The leash burned against my throat, Wolfe's breath pressed against my spine, survival demanded I stay exactly where he put me.
