I stalk around the bed and drop to my knees, face-to-cunt—raw, swollen, leaking. She’s soaked. Fucking dripping. Her thighs twitch,seconds from snapping, that tight little pussy gleaming in the candlelight, begging to be ruined.
“Look at you,” I whisper. “Pink and slick and desperate for me. Begging to be touched.”
She shifts, subtle and desperate. A tiny grind, her cunt crawling toward my mouth. She can’t even help it. A sound escapes her—half whimper, half broken sob.
“Arch your back. Show me more of that ass. Let me see that pretty little hole.”
She obeys instantly, spine curving. Her ass tilts up, slick cunt on display. Fuck, she’s glorious this way—trembling and needy.
The blindfold strips away inhibition, leaving only instinct. No thoughts, no defenses. Just raw, primal need. Her body responds without hesitation.
“Fuck… you don’t know how pretty you are like this.”
I dip my thumb into my mouth, wet it, then drag it over her puckered hole, tracing slow, feather-light circles around the tight ring. She jerks, a moan snagging in her throat, broken and helpless.
“This is beautiful.” I press in, just the tip of my finger. “So tight.”
The muscle clenches instantly.
“Has anyone ever fucked your ass?”
“No.”
Untouched, as I had hoped. Perfect and pristine, a secret the world hasn’t gotten its hands on yet.
Mine to discover.
Mine to open.
Mine to change forever.
“One day, Babygirl, I’m going to stretch this with my cock. I’m going to make you cry and come at the same time.” I pause, finger still, letting the promise sink deep. “But not tonight.”
A whimper escapes her, hips twitching, as she chases something just out of reach.
She can’t see me watching her and doesn’t sense the lack of patience inside me.
“You belong to me.”
I allow the words to sink in, settle into her blood, and brand themselves somewhere permanently.
“No one else touches you. No one else hears the sounds you make when you fall apart. Every moan, every broken little noise belongs to me. Do you understand?”
Her body shudders, wound tightly.
“Yes.” Her voice is muffled by her face pressing against the sheets. “I belong to you.”
She can’t see me reach into my pocket and pull out the strip of black silk I brought for this moment.
I move over her, straddling her body, chest brushing against the curve of her spine as I gather her wrists in one hand.
“Again.” My voice is darker now, soaked in command. “Say it like you understand what it means.”
“I belong to you, My Wolf,” she whispers, shattering into something precious.
She doesn’t understand what she’s promised.
I press my mouth to her ear. “That’s my good girl.”
