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WILLOW

T he limo door closes with a quiet thud , sealing us off from the world.

Before I can even adjust my dress, Raekon’s hands are on me, pulling me into his lap.

His lips crash into mine, fierce and demanding, his tongue claiming me with a hunger that makes my head spin.

I gasp, my fingers clutching at his broad shoulders as he devours me, his scales warm and smooth under my touch.

“Mine,” he growls against my mouth. His voice vibrates through me. “Every inch of you, Willow. Mine.”

I melt into him, my body responding instantly.

His hands slide down my back, fingers slipping under the straps of my dress.

He pulls away just enough to look at me, his red eyes blazing with possessive desire.

The dress slides down my shoulders, inch by agonizing inch, until it pools around my waist. His gaze roams over my exposed skin, and I shiver under the intensity of it.

“Impeccable self-control,” I manage to say with a breathless laugh, my lips tingling from the force of his kiss. “I thought you’d have ripped this dress to shreds the second we were alone.”

He hums, his hands sliding up my sides, fingers tracing the curve of my ribs. “My self-control as a Vakutan warrior is legendary,” he says with smug satisfaction. “I’ve denied myself pleasure for the last week we’ve been apart.”

My eyes widen. “You haven’t…?” I trail off, my cheeks heating as I realize what he’s implying.

“Of course not,” he says, his tone firm. “And you, my dear, should have done the same.”

I bite my lip, my fingers playing with the hem of his suit jacket. “Well… I may have, um, been bad last night.”

Raekon freezes, his eyes narrowing. “You disobeyed me?”

I squirm under his gaze, feeling both guilty and absurdly turned on. “It was just once! And it was your fault for being so far away.”

He lets out a low growl, his hands tightening on my hips. “We’ve only been married a few minutes, and already it seems I must discipline my new bride.”

I bite back a grin, my eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh no, please. Not that. Anything but being tied up and spanked. I would hate it.”

His lips twitch in a barely suppressed smile, his hands sliding down to grip my thighs. “You’re a little menace, aren’t you?”

“Only for you,” I whisper, leaning in to kiss him again.

He catches my chin, holding me just out of reach.

“I’ve had plans for you, my dear,” he says, his voice dark and promising.

He reaches for the storage console beside him, his fingers flipping the latch with a quiet click.

The door slides open, revealing a neat array of items that make me blush redder than a sunset.

I lean back, my eyes wide. “Raekon… what’s all this?”

Raekon holds up the ball gag, his red eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my knees weak.

“Open,” he commands, his voice low and firm, leaving no room for hesitation.

My clit throbs in response, a sharp, electric pulse that sends heat flooding through me.

I part my lips, obedient and eager, as he works the gag into place.

The ball settles deep, pressing against my tongue, and the leather straps tighten around my head with a soft, final click.

I feel it immediately—the weight of it, the restriction, the way it silences me and makes my breath quicken.

He steps back, his gaze raking over me like I’m a prize he’s about to claim. “Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice rough with approval. My heart skips a beat, and I shift on my knees, already aching for his touch.

Next comes the harness. He slides it over my shoulders, the leather cool and smooth against my skin.

He works methodically, adjusting each strap, tightening each buckle until the harness hugs my body like a second skin.

I feel exposed, vulnerable, and utterly irresistible.

My breasts are fully on display, the leather framing them perfectly, and the harness leaves my pussy bare, heightening every sensation.

I arch my back slightly, trying to catch his gaze, to seduce him with my body since I can’t speak.

Raekon’s hands pause on my hips, and he lets out a low growl.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, his voice thick with desire.

His hands grip my shoulders, and he spins me around, forcing me to face away from him.

I drop to my knees on the floor of the limo, the leather of the seat cool beneath them.

He takes the single glove, sliding it over my arms, and I’m helpless, bound, completely at his mercy.

He grabs me, pulling me back against his chest, and I feel the heat of his body, the strength in his arms as he holds me tightly.

His lips find my neck, trailing hot kisses along my skin, and I moan softly into the gag, the sound muffled but unmistakable.

His hands roam over my body, cupping my breasts, pinching and teasing my nipples until they’re hard and sensitive.

I squirm, trying to press against him, but he holds me firmly in place.

Then his hand slides between my thighs, and I gasp, my body arching instinctively.

His fingers brush against my clit, just enough to make me whimper, and then he pulls away, leaving me desperate for more.

He repeats the motion, teasing me, edging me closer and closer to the brink.

I’m trembling, my body taut with need, but he doesn’t give me what I want—not yet.

“You’re mine,” he growls against my ear, his voice a deep rumble that makes my stomach twist with desire. “And I’m going to take my time with you.”

The moment Raekon pulls the nipple clamps from the case, I’m instantly enthralled.

They’re sleek, black, and menacing, with a small button on the side that I know will make them hum with life.

He holds them up, his red eyes glinting with mischief as he explains their function, his voice low and deliberate.

“These,” he says, his thumb brushing over the button, “vibrate. And they’ll warm up to a temperature that’s… just right .” His lips curl into a wicked smile, and I squirm in anticipation, my nipples already hard and aching for his touch.

He leans in, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re going to feel every second of this, little flower.”

I nod eagerly, my body trembling as he brings the first clamp to my left nipple.

The cold metal makes me gasp, and then he tightens it, the pressure sharp and delicious.

I whimper into the gag, my back arching as he repeats the process on the other side.

The sensation is overwhelming—pain and pleasure tangled together in a way that makes my head spin.

Raekon’s fingers linger on the clamps, adjusting them just enough to make me squirm.

Then he presses the button, and the world explodes.

The vibrations start low, a steady hum that sends shivers through my entire body.

My nipples are on fire, the clamps pulling and teasing in a rhythm that’s maddening.

I try to press myself against him, desperate for more, but he pushes me away with a firm hand on my chest.

“Not yet,” he growls, his voice thick with authority. “You must be punished for touching my pussy while you were supposed to be celibate for the week before our nuptials.”

I nod frantically, trying to say yes, sir around the gag, but all that comes out is a muffled moan and a trickle of drool that lands on his tuxedo. He glances down at the wet spot, his lips twitching in amusement.

“It never ends with your disobedience,” he says, his tone a mix of exasperation and affection.

He drags me onto his lap, his hand coming down hard on my ass.

The sharp sting makes me cry out, but it’s nothing compared to the way his fingers slide between my cheeks after each strike, teasing my pussy with just enough pressure to drive me wild.

I’m a mess, writhing in his lap, the vibrations from the clamps making it impossible to think. But he’s relentless, his hand moving with precision, spanking me until my skin is hot and sensitive, his fingers brushing against my clit just enough to keep me on the edge but never letting me fall.

“You’re mine,” he growls. My body twists like burning match curling in on itself, inflamed byu desire. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

Raekon pulls an exotic sex toy from the case, and my breath catches at the sight of it.

It’s sleek and alien, the tip curved in a way that promises to hit all the right spots.

He holds it up, his red eyes gleaming with dark amusement as he powers it on.

The low hum of the motor sends a shiver through me.

“Look at this, little flower,” he says, his voice a deep rumble that makes my stomach twist. “It’s going to make you scream. Or at least, it would if I hadn’t gagged you.”

I whimper around the ball gag, my body already trembling in anticipation. He pushes me onto my back, the leather seat cool against my skin. His hand smacks my inner thigh sharply, the sting making me gasp.

“Spread,” he commands, his tone leaving no room for hesitation. I hasten to obey, my legs parting as wide as the restraints allow. The sting from his slap lingers, but I don’t mind. It only adds to the storm of sensations he’s orchestrating.

His fingers brush against my pussy, spreading me open with deliberate precision. I feel exposed, vulnerable, and utterly at his mercy. His thumb circles my clit, teasing a moan from me that’s muffled by the gag.

“My pussy is so cute,” he says with possessive affection. “I’ve missed it this past week.”

Before I can process the warmth spreading through me at his words, he’s lining up the vibe.

He works it inside me slowly, the cool, smooth surface sliding in with surprising ease.

I’m already so wet, so ready, that it’s almost effortless.

I whimper around the gag, my hips twitching as the vibe settles deep.