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WOLF

Today didn’t start off well.

To start with, I got a call from one of my guys who informed me about the car’s engine breaking down. Shortly after, another call came in, notifying me that the Rolls Royce parts we were eagerly waiting for had not been delivered. I had to spend my morning on the road, driving over 100 miles to get them.

Then Oliver called, trying to convince me to take on a mission that I have absolutely no desire to complete. I don’t have time for that.

It’s 7 p.m., and all I can think about is going home.

Having coffee at this hour is probably not the wisest choice, but without a minimum amount of caffeine in my system, I won’t be able to stay on my feet for long.

The coffee shop is quiet and sparsely populated as I walk in, the sound of the door clicking shut echoing in the space.

“Oh, hi there. Iris is not with you today?” Will looks at me over the counter.

I shake my head. That’s one of the reasons I am here. Will and Iris are friends, but Iris’ missions demand most of her time, limiting the amount of time she can spend with Will.

I was hoping that Will would have any news from her. Iris cannot live without her daily matcha and this place.

It’s unusual that I haven’t received any updates from her since last night, and the fact that she didn’t show up at the coffee shop adds to my concern. She always sends at least one text a day.

“Afraid not. How are you today, Will?”

“I’m good, thanks.” Snatching a cup, Will glances back at me. “Your usual?”

I nod, then grab my phone to see if Iris sent something.

Nothing.

“Here you go.” Will hands me a piece of paper with a phone number on it and my coffee, the steam rising from the cup before adding, “Can you give that to Iris if you see her before me? Someone stole my phone last night. This is my new number.”

I raise my brow. “Are you okay?”

Will is a nice kid who is always kind and considerate to everyone.

“Yeah. Probably some teenagers. It happened when I was closing.”

“Do you want me to wait until you’re done?”

Even though I can barely stand, Iris would make me eat my balls before killing me if something were to happen to her friend.

“You’re sweet, but I’ll be fine. I don’t think they’ll strike twice, two nights in a row.”

An internal laugh bubbles inside me. I’m anything but sweet.

“Alright then. You have my number, right?” I have no doubt that Iris took all the necessary precautions to ensure that Will could reach out to any of us if anything were to go wrong.

“I do.”

I give another nod before I head out with my coffee in hand.

Grabbing my phone, I check it for the 5th time, hoping to see a reply from Iris, but my screen remains blank.

I try to call once again, but all I hear is the repetitive echo of the same sound.

Hey wankers, I’m busy right now. Save your breath. I won’t be calling you back. Byyye bitcheees!

Fuck!

I climb into my Bugatti, and the moment I start the engine, a symphony of power reverberates through the air, creating an adrenaline-pumping sound.

I love this sound.

This car was expensive, but fuck if it wasn’t worth it.

I am financially secure. My garage is expanding, not to mention the missions I’m taking here and there.

The drive home takes me less than twenty minutes. While I adore London, the constant hustle and bustle can be draining. I longed for a sanctuary that offers a more tranquil experience.

I’m full of shit. My top priority when purchasing my place was to ensure there was sufficient space for me to carry out my work discreetly and enough room to hide a body if the need ever arose.

Exiting the car with my coffee in hand, I make a quick stop to pick up my mail before heading inside the flat.

“Where is my matcha?”

I turn my head to see Iris comfortably seated on my sofa, her feet resting casually on the coffee table.

“What the fuck happened to your face?”

Bruises and cuts cover her body, with dried blood still visible on her face and torn clothing barely hanging on.

What the hell happened to her?

“That?” She points at her face. “Nothing,” she sighs. “Just a mission that turned out to be more challenging than I expected.”

“You could have taken a shower.” I raise my brow while I remove my shoes.

“Nah. I love the dramatic effect.” She sinks deeper on the sofa, the remote control in her hand. “I don’t have a lot of time. I have another mission.”

I take my time to examine her.

“I tried to call you several times,” I accuse.

I get that she had a mission, but it didn’t last 24 hours.

“As I said, I had a mission. I couldn’t answer.” She looks right and left. “Do you have something to eat? I’m starving.”

“And what if you were to take a shower first?” I groan. “Your blood is dripping all over my white sofa.”

Her smirk deepens as she locks eyes with me, crossing her arms and accentuating her breasts. “Knowing your love for knives, I thought blood would be your thing.”

Leaning closer to her, I wipe away the blood that continues to trickle from her wound, using my thumb, before bringing it to my mouth.

“It is, Starling. Since you mentioned having limited time before your next mission,” I take a step back and remove my T-shirt, “go take a shower so I can fuck you before you tend to your other tasks.”

“You don’t play fair,” she grumbles as she stands up and taps her finger rhythmically on my chest. “You better fuck me good.”

Oh, she’s not ready for what I have in store for her.

She swiftly removes her top and tosses it towards me, giving me a perfect view of her nipples and her new tattoo before retreating into the bathroom.

Interesting. She never mentioned she was thinking of getting new ink.

I wait for the sound of water flowing from the bathroom before making my way to the guest bedroom. Once inside, I carefully place my knife on the bedside table, light a candle, and retrieve a few toys from the drawer, including a pair of ropes.

Better make the best of the time she has.

Slipping out of my jeans, I quietly enter the bathroom and am immediately embraced by the warm steam of the shower.

“Wolf?”

Who the fuck does she think is here?

I open the glass door and slide inside, feeling her small body pressed against mine.

“Who do you think it is?” I whisper in her ear.

“I don’t know. A killer?” she chuckles.

Smartass.

“Oh, but you have a killer pressed against you. Turn over.”

She follows my command silently, her intense gaze never leaving mine. Her hand starts to explore her body with a teasing touch, but I intercept when she reaches her pussy.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I raise my brow at her.

“Are you going to touch me?” Her gaze is defiant.

“If you want to play brat, so be it. Make yourself come and let me watch.”

She doesn’t wait a minute before bringing her hand to her clit and starts to circle it.

I catch her glance as I drop to my knees, and a small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth.

“I’m not going to touch you.”

“So why are you on your knees?” Her breath grows faster and more ragged as she intensifies the circles and pressure on her clit.

“I have a better view from here. Keep going; let me see before it’s my turn.”

Leaning against the wall for support, she effortlessly raises her foot to rest it on my shoulder, granting me a close-up view of every intricate detail.

And what a view.

Her fingers swirl around her pink clit, her moans already filling the space.

I can’t get enough of this view.

“How many fingers can you fit in here?” I shift my eyes to glance at her.

She places her fingers against my lips, urging me to part them. I eagerly open them, feeling the wetness from the shower as my tongue swirls around them until she’s satisfied, and then removes them.

Her foot presses down harder on my shoulder as she brings her fingers to her wetness, inserting them with a loud moan while her head tilts backwards in pleasure.

“Fuck. That’s it. Faster.”

I’m hard as a fucking rock as I watch her eyes roll back.

I’m fighting myself not to have a taste.

“Eyes on me, Starling.” Her gaze gleams with intensity as she quickens the pace of her fingers, struggling to keep them open as I notice she is nearing climax.

“Shit. I’m going to come.”

Bringing my head closer, I blow softly on her clit while my hand holds her ankle. “Then come for me.”

She thrusts in a few times, her body shaking and her knees giving way as a cry bursts from her mouth.

My hand finds its way to her hip, providing support as she gradually calms down.

“Fuck.” She blows, which elicits a grin for me.

I release my hands from her and position myself in front of her before shutting off the water.

I remain silent as we step out of the shower, and I wrap her body in a soft towel. She gives me a questioning look, and I can already tell that a sassy comment is on its way.

“You’re a softy now?”

I smirk at her. I am not, but I need her completely dry for what I have planned.

“Ready for me, Starling?”

“Ready for wh?—”

Not giving her a chance to finish speaking, I scoop her up and carry her over my shoulder, leading us into the bedroom.

“Wolf, let me down,” she protests.

“Not a chance.” I smack her ass before dropping her on the bed.

Her eyes dart around the room, and a smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. The objects I arranged on the bed catch her attention, but it’s the sight of the candle that truly captures her gaze.

I’m not a romantic, so if she believes the lit candle has any significance, she’s mistaken.

“Hands over your head, Starling.”

She complies, her gaze shifting back and forth between me and the objects.

With a firm grip on the rope, I lean in, savouring the sensation of her breast against my torso before skillfully binding her wrists to the bed frame.

The sensation of her tongue dragging around my nipple causes an uncontrollable groan to burst forth.

“You want to play?” I raise my brow before positioning myself between her legs.

“Just waiting for you to fuck me.”

“I’m going to fuck you alright. Now, I don’t want any sound coming from your mouth.”

She squirms in an attempt to find a comfortable spot, but the tightness of the rope restricts her every movement.

I reach for the candle on the bedside table and position it above her stomach, casting a warm glow.

“What are you going to do with that?” Her eyes remain locked on the flickering flame.

I stay silent, captivated by her face, as I slowly pour the liquid wax onto her stomach, causing her to cry out.

Beautiful.

I watch as she takes a deep breath, her nostrils flaring. I don’t know if it’s from pain, frustration, or pleasure. No matter how it is approached, the end result will be identical.

Her mouth opens and closes several times, probably to curse at me.

That’s fine. It’ll be just another reason to make her bratty mouth shut up.

“Anything to say?” I arch my brow.

“No,” she breathes.

Good. I had no intention of stopping.

Continuing on my track, I drop more wax onto the sensitive skin between her breasts, letting it slowly trickle down to the middle of her stomach, right above her belly button.

“Ahhh,” she cries out. “It’s hot.”

“That’s the whole point.”

Leaning in, I trail my tongue along the wax, causing her body to shiver in response.

With her face covered with bruises, her body marked by the redness of wax, and her cheeks flushed, she is truly a sight to see.

Her cries of pleasure intensify as I drizzle hot wax onto her sensitive nipple while simultaneously gripping the other one between my teeth and pulling on it with force.

My cock is painfully hard, and the friction against her body only adds to my overwhelming state.

Using my free hand, I quickly grab hold of the vibrating dildo and activate it, experiencing the powerful vibrations reverberating through her skin. I can clearly see how drenched she is for me, and it’s taking every ounce of self-control not to fuck her at this very moment.

“Wolf. Fuck,” she moans.

“You’re going to be a good girl for me,” I whisper as I place the toy on her sensitive clit, sliding it back and forth, the wetness aiding in its glide. “And come for me.”

I push the toy into her with force, causing her to let out a piercing cry as I simultaneously drip the wax onto her inner thighs.

“Scream for me,” I growl. “Let me hear how much you love it.”

I can’t help but be overwhelmed by the symphony of her screams, the feeling of her wetness dripping onto my hand, and the enticing scent that fuelled my uncontrollable urge to push the dildo faster and deeper.

It’s as if I can already sense the bruises forming inside her, the result of the force of my thrusts. The fact that I’m the one inflicting this pain... this pleasure... makes me feel as if she was designed only for my satisfaction.

I let out a groan as her moans grow louder, causing me to tighten my grip on the candle.

I know she’s close. Her body speaks for her.

Her hands writhe in a desperate attempt to break free from the merciless grip of the rope, the skin on her wrists turning a bruised, almost bloody shade of red.

Fuuuck. It’s surely not normal to be turned on by the sight of blood and bruises on her body.

Good thing I’m not normal.

“Give me what I want,” I command.

“Ohmygod. Ohmygod.”

“God is not here. I’m afraid you have the wolf instead.”

The intense combination of pain and pleasure engulfs her as I pour the wax on her clit, causing her body to convulse and her screams to reverberate throughout the room.

And what a fucking scream.

“Wolf. Fuck. I can’t.”

Her body doesn’t get a chance to recover as I persistently thrust the dildo into her, drawing out her orgasm and coaxing another one to the surface.

Beads of sweat roll down my back and temple, but I’m more than ready to fuck her now.

Taking my time to switch off the dildo, I meticulously remove the cooled wax, savouring the sensation as I glide my tongue over the reddened skin. I repeat this process for each patch of wax, feeling the resistance as she tries to close her legs, but my body firmly keeps them apart.

“I… I…”

I glance at her with a chuckle. If there was something I didn’t see coming, it was for her words to stay stuck in her throat.

When I reach her nipple, I apply more pressure while removing the wax, resulting in a sharp scream escaping her lips. Her body twists and turns in response, but as soon as my tongue touches her nipple, she lets out a pleasurable moan, finding relief from the burning sensation.

“I hope you’re ready for me,” I say as I release her wrists from the bedframe and lift her into my arms.

“Where are we going?” She yawns.

I know she didn’t see it. Yet.

I guide us to the corner of the room, and as she looks up, her eyes widen in surprise at the sight of the spinning swing hanging from the ceiling.

“Why do you have a… what is it? A sex swing?”

“Label it however you please, but in the end, you’ll be suspended in it for me to fuck.”

“Kinky,” she chuckles, but a yawn catches in her throat.

“Tired? And I haven’t touched you yet.”

“You haven’t touched me? Even now, I can still feel the lingering burn of the wax on my body and the three orgasms I just had. I’m exhausted.” She sighs.

“Good,” I say, releasing my grip and spinning her around to face me.

I detach the harness and secure her, starting with her arms and then moving on to her legs and ankles. Throughout the entire process, she remains silent, observing my every move and occasionally flinching as I meticulously fasten everything securely around her.

Her eyes gleam with desire as I reconnect the harness back to its original point and give it a tug, lifting her up.

“Shit. That was sexy.”

A wicked smile slowly spreads across my face as I take a few steps back, savouring the sight of her body. I spit on my hand, then use it to stroke my cock, feeling its pulsation beneath my touch.

I’m so hard it hurts.

Even though desire burns in her eyes, it’s clear that fatigue has settled in as I position myself between her legs, pulling on the harness to prompt her movement.

This swing grants me the freedom I crave, swaying her back and forth like my own personal marionette.

She may excel in what she does, navigating a male-dominated world, but behind closed doors, she’ll never have the upper hand—at least not with me.

She tries to move, but her efforts only cause the swing to sway in sync with her. The harder she pulls on the harness, the more it constricts around her wrists and ankles, and I cannot wait to see that.

“I hope you’re ready for me.”

My hands grip her thighs tightly as I thrust into her, interrupting what was about to escape her mouth.

Fuuuck. I’ve been dying to be buried inside her since she touched herself in the shower. I needed to feel her warmth around me. Her pussy is like a fucking vacuum, swallowing my cock as deep as she can, bringing me close to coming inside her.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she cries out, her head jerking back. “Oh. My. God.”

My hands tighten around her as I groan. “I thought we talked about it. The wolf is out to play. God can’t do anything for you.”

I relentlessly thrust, and my hand automatically wraps around her throat, tightening its grip until I witness her eyes rolling back and hear her moan with intensity.

“That’s it, let me hear you.” My other hand pinches her nipple before slapping it. I repeat the process several times, watching as a beautiful shade of red blends with the existing crimson hue created by the wax.

Fuck, I really love the red on her.

Catching her off guard, I abruptly pull out, eliciting a groan from her as I move to grab the knife.

“Red suits you,” I smirk at her as I plunge back into her, savouring the sound of her scream.

Her screams grow louder with each passing moment when my knife glides across her stomach before I apply more pressure on it, causing her blood to slowly trickle down her abdomen.

“Shit,” she whimpers, her eyes barely open. “Wolf!”

“What do you need?” I maintain my pace, pressing my lips against her stomach, my tongue teasing her before I taste the metallic tang of her blood. “If you put your blood in a bottle, I’d happily drink it.”

She doesn’t register my words as I bring my blade inside her inner thigh and repeat the same process.

“Hmm. Tasty.”

Her body shakes uncontrollably as she screams, “Fuckkkkk,” the intensity of her fourth orgasm taking her by surprise.

My hand takes hold of one end of the harness, encircling her throat and pulling on it while I push myself deeper inside her.

My balls are full. It’s as if my body is on fire.

Her orgasm intensifies, causing her eyes to roll back even more as sweat continues to trickle down her body.

She’s going to pass out.

“Iris?” I call out, my hand still resting on the harness that secures her neck.

I witness the moment when her glassy eyes meet mine, slowly closing as her body’s muscles begin to unwind.

Fuuck. It would be a lie to say I’ve never thought about fucking her while she was unconscious or sleeping.

Because I did. More than once.

With a quick release of the harness, my hands eagerly grasp her thighs, fuelling my thrusts with madness.

My muscles throb with an intense fire, mirroring the hardness of my cock.

I’ve never been this hard in my life.

I increase the force of my thrusts, the sound of my groans filling the room, as I firmly grip her nipple between my teeth and pull on it.

No reaction.

The absence of any reception from her while I’m deep balls inside her is what brings me to climax, unleashing a deep, primal growl.

My body tenses with pleasure as my orgasm persists, causing my ass to clench tightly while my cum escapes her tightness, creating a warm, sticky sensation between us.

I pant heavily as I release her from the restraints, feeling her body go limp in my arms as I carefully hold her.

She remains unconscious as I lay her on the bed, cleaning her up before tucking her under the covers.

I make my way to the kitchen, feeling the cool tiles under my bare feet, and pour a glass of water before carrying it back to the bedroom. She’ll be thirsty when she wakes up. Placing it on the bedside table, I lay beside her.

My fingers delicately explore her nipple, tracing small circles as I admire the vibrant redness caused by the wax before tugging on it.

Slowly, I tug the cover down, my fingertips tracing a path from her breast down her abdomen until they finally reach her pussy.

She’s fucking warm and soaked, covered in both her wetness and my release.

Fuck, I’m still hard.

Taking off the cover completely, I position myself between her legs, feeling the throbbing of my cock as I align it at her entrance, and I marvel at the slow fluttering of her eyelashes.

As I lift one of her legs, I slowly enter her tight warmth, relishing the moment while her body remains motionless, only the gentle rise and fall of her chest showing signs of life.

Unlike earlier, I am now moving at a sluggish pace; taking my time, my cock moving in and out with a languid tempo.

I trace my tongue from her stomach, exploring every inch, until I finally reach the tender spot at the crook of her neck and whisper softly in her ear.

“You’re so pretty when you’re unconscious.” I lick the back of her ear, and she doesn’t react, which makes my cock twitch. “Your cunt is going to make me come so hard, you’ll be full of my cum for days.”

I tighten my grip on her thighs, feeling the intensity of the moment as her breasts move in sync with my every thrust, almost begging me to take a bite.

Retrieving the knife from the bedside table, I trace it along her ankle, feeling the cold metal against her skin, before gradually moving it up her leg and eventually applying pressure near her areola. The blood begins to flow, and my tongue wastes no time in eagerly cleaning it up, swirling around her nipple.

I do the same with the other, savouring each drop of blood that trickles down and relishing its taste.

The sound that escapes me is raw and primal as I feel her arousal intensify, the wetness and warmth between her thighs becoming more prominent.

Bloody hell.

I increase the force of my thrusts, raising one of her legs over my shoulder, allowing me to shove my dick deeper into her.

Her complete stillness and absence of any sound pushes me to my breaking point.

The sounds that escape me as I climax for the second time into her wetness are more akin to those of a savage beast than a human.

That’s what I am right now.

A beast devouring his fucking prey.

My head feels dizzy as the stars seem to dance before my eyes, my cum overflowing her cunt.

Taking a moment to recover my breath, I pull out and use my fingers to collect my cum before reintroducing it to her with a deep groan.

Fuckkkk. Seeing her full of my cum is something that would never get old.

I remove my fingers, coated with my cum and her wetness, and brush them against her half-open lips, carefully smearing it across them before sliding them onto her tongue.

I press my lips against her forehead, pulling the covers back over us as if nothing happened. I know she won’t be mad. Actually, I’m pretty sure she’ll ask why I didn’t record me fucking her while she was passed out.

“Good night, Starling,” I whisper in her hair before closing my eyes.