Another of those dry chuckles. “You’d only have my word that I will.”

“Your word is good enough for me. Even if you haven’t been completely honest with me.”

Is there a hesitation in his response? I’m not sure. I don’t get a chance to question it before he nods once. “Fine. Pick your safe word, baby.”

“Huntsman.”

“Cute. Now that that’s out of the way.” He pushes off the door and snaps his gloved fingers. “Take off the dress. Get on your knees.”

“You’re not even going to ask me what I’m into? What my limits are?”

“We covered this. I wouldn’t be a very good stalker if I didn’t know shit about you, Ruby.” He keeps talking in that low, growling voice before I can react to his tongue forming the syllables of my name. “You like a little pain. You want to be bad, want me to hurt other people just to get to your pretty pussy. You want to pretend I’m forcing you into a corner, but you’re so wet, you’re practically shaking for me.”

I lick my lips. “That’s still very limited.”

“You have a problem with something, tell me, and we’ll discuss it.”

“Just like that.”

“Just like that. You’re mine, baby. Wearing that collar isn’t just about everyone who sees it knowing I own that pussy—that I own you. I take care of what’s mine.”

It seems too easy, but maybe I’m just looking for an excuse to push him until he takes what he wants. I might have gotten away with pretending I was being coerced before, but I came here of my own free will. I signed that contract. I stepped onto the stage.

So I stand and slide out of the heavy dress. It hits the ground with a faint thud, leaving me naked before him. Except for the ring he gave me. He points at a spot right in front of him, and after the slightest hesitation, I cross to kneel there.

“You don’t follow instructions worth a damn.” He moves to the bed and grabs the blindfold and the collar. Then he steps behind me and carefully lifts my hair off my shoulders. A heartbeat later, the collar fastens around my throat. The long threads of rubies slither over my skin, making me shiver.

Wolf holds up a small key in front of me. “This is mine. Not going to make you wear this one in public, but you will be wearing the alternative.”

My heart beats faster. “Possessive much?”

“You have no fucking idea.” He wraps his fist around the key. The blindfold is next, a thick thing that blacks out my vision of the room entirely.

“Wolf, I want to see you.”

“Later.” His footsteps circle me, and I can’t help tensing in response. “I’m going to put you on that bed and eat your cunt until you beg for mercy, then I’m going to fuck you until I fill you up. Then I’m going to do it all over again. And again. Until you don’t have any confusion about who that pussy belongs to.”

I can’t quite catch my breath. “Wolf.”

“Somewhere in there, I’m also going to fuck that tight little ass. If you’re very good, at some point, I’ll fuck that bitchy mouth of yours until you gag and cry for me.”

“Wolf.”

The sound of his steps stops in front of me. “You got a problem with any of that?”

I might laugh if I could draw the air for it. “No.” I swallow hard. “I haven’t done much anal, though. You’ll have to be careful if you don’t want to hurt me.”

“Oh, baby, I do want to hurt you.” His hand—his hand, not his leather gloves—cups my face. “But not by accident. If I hurt you, it’s going to be on purpose. I’ll be careful with your ass.”

I can’t stop shaking. He hasn’t done anything but talk to me, touch me almost innocently with his bare hands. I can’t stop myself from leaning my cheek deeper into his palm. “Okay.”

“Good girl.” He removes his hand, but I barely have a chance to mourn the loss before he sweeps me up and sets me on the bed on my back. “Spread your legs. Let me see what a million-dollar cunt looks like.”

I don’t hesitate. I spread my legs wide enough that my hips ache. My pussy throbs in time with my racing heart, and my desire feels heavy in a way I can barely stand. His mouth. I’m finally going to get his mouth.

He moves away from the bed, his boots making soft sounds on the carpet. The slide of cloth reaches my ears, and I freeze. He’s stripping. For the first time, I’m going to have his entire body against mine. No clothes between us. No mask. No gloves.

I reach up for my blindfold, but his harsh voice stops me. “You take that blindfold off, and I’m going to forget about being careful with you, baby. Choose wisely.”

My fingers brush the blindfold, but as intoxicating as I find the idea of him doing exactly that, I don’t want it for the first time it’s truly just us, no one else around who’ll intrude. So I put my hands on the bed and fist the sheets. A reminder to obey.

“Thought so.” His voice is closer. I can’t hear his footsteps any longer, not over the rushing in my ears. There’s no telling how close or far he is.

Then rough hands find my thighs. The grip is painful enough that it surprises a yip out of me. I don’t get a chance to decide if I want to protest for real or not. His mouth finds my pussy, and then there isn’t a single thought in my head beyond more.

He devours me.

It’s as if he wants to imprint himself on every inch of my pussy. He licks and sucks at my folds, delves his tongue deep inside me, moves up to kiss my clit as if he can go for hours.

I, on the other hand, am a keg of dynamite about to explode.

“Wolf!”

He responds to my desperate cry by shoving two fingers into me as he works my clit. I barely have time to process the intrusion before his pinky presses against my ass. I tense, but he goes slow there, only intruding to his first knuckle.

It’s still almost too much. All I can think about is how much bigger his cock is. It scares me and excites me, and oh fuck, I’m coming.

My back bows, and I reach for him without thinking. He grabs my wrists with one hand and pins them to my stomach, all without stopping what he’s doing to my pussy. It only makes it hotter.

I come again. Or maybe it’s an extension of the first one. I’m not sure. All I know is that I need more. “Wolf, please. Fuck me.”

“Already pressing me,” he says against my clit. “Impatient.”

Yes. Always. “Let me ride your cock. Please.”

He sucks hard on my clit, but then he eases back. “Better ride it good. Can’t have you disappointing me.” He loops an arm around my waist, and for one disorientating moment, I’m spinning. Then I come down straddling his waist.

I was right. He’s naked.

I start to press forward, intending to feel as much of him against as much of me as possible, but he again catches my arms. This time, he guides them behind my back. “Clasp your forearms.”

The new position leaves me helpless once again. Especially when he grabs my hips and guides me to the broad head of his cock. “Now, baby. Make me proud.”

Even with the recent orgasm, I have to fight my way down his cock. It reminds me of . . . But no, I’m not thinking of Luke right now. He might have had a monster cock, but that just means I know how to take one.

One step at a time.

One sliding inch after another.

I work myself down Wolf’s length in slow strokes. With my arms behind my back, he’s got to have an excellent view. I wish I had it too. I need it.

It seems to take a long time, but eventually I sink the last inch and seal us together. Wolf mutters something in a language that sounds like Russian, but I’m too far gone to question it.

I grind mindlessly on him. It’s not enough. “I need my arms.”

“Fine.”

I release my forearms and grip his shoulders. It’s tempting to lean forward again, to rub myself on his chest, but it’s clear he won’t allow it. I’ll figure out why later. Right now, I’m too busy fucking him.

“My perfect little slut.” He tightens his grip on my hips, lifts me, and slams me back down onto him. “Always so eager to ride any willing cock that will have you.”