Play Room

Kane's POV:

Today was session day, and the anticipation crackled in the air as I prepared for my time with Ashley, my latest submissive. I had instructed her to wait for me in the playroom of my cottage—the sanctuary where my deepest desires and darkest fantasies came to life. It was a space filled with every tool I needed to explore the fine line between pleasure and pain, a world I had fully embraced since I turned twenty-five.

As an alpha, I had always exuded dominance, but it wasn't until I lost hope of ever finding my mate that I truly ventured into the realm of BDSM. I had been in and out of relationships that never satisfied my cravings, each ending in boredom as I longed for something more visceral, more intense. This new life ignited a passion within me, a fire that burned brightly as I took on different submissives, usually changing them every three months. 

I thought about Ashley, her eager spirit, and the way her body responded to my commands. She was beautiful, with curves that begged to be explored. She had a spare key to my cottage, allowing her the freedom to prepare herself before my arrival. As I drove, I could already envision her waiting for me, her body bare except for her enticing black lacy underwear, embodying both submission and desire.

When I finally arrived, I stripped off my shirt, feeling the cool air against my skin as I slipped into my black sweatpants. The dominant side of me surged to the forefront, eager for the thrill of the encounter that awaited. My wolf was alive with anticipation, sensing the electric tension that filled the room.

Entering the playroom, I found Ashley already in position, her eyes downcast and her hands resting on her knees. She looked exquisite, her body glistening under the soft, dim lighting, which accentuated every curve. "So, my little sub has come to play?" I asked, circling around her, letting my fingers brush through her hair as I gathered it into a ponytail, exposing her soft, pale breasts.

"Yes, sir," she answered, her voice barely above a whisper, laced with both eagerness and submission. 

"Good," I said, taking her hand and guiding her to the designated spot where the restraints awaited. The chains glinted under the soft light, a promise of the pleasures that would unfold. I secured her hands above her head, spreading her legs wide apart, leaving her vulnerable and completely at my mercy. I loved this part—the moment when the power shifted and I could feel her arousal washing over me.

I could see her excitement, her nipples already hardened and a flush creeping up her cheeks. The scent of her desire filled the room, intoxicating me. "Eager, are we?" I teased, a chuckle escaping my lips as I watched her body react to my words.

"Yes, sir," she breathed, her voice thick with longing, an invitation I could not ignore.

I took a black cloth and wrapped it around her eyes, enhancing the anticipation and heightening her senses. I knew that binding her would sharpen her hearing and touch, intensifying the pleasure I was about to give her. With her sight taken away, the world would become a canvas of sensations, each brushstroke an exploration of her desires.

Reaching for a piece of ice, I let it glide slowly over her nipple, watching as her breath hitched in response. Her body arched instinctively toward the cold, eager for more. I traced the ice around both her breasts, savoring the way she gasped, the sound reverberating in the air like music. I continued the trail down to her belly, teasing her just above the lace of her underwear, relishing the tension building between us.

"Please, Master," she moaned, her desperation evident as her body begged for more.

"Not yet, little pet," I replied, kneeling down to admire her inner thighs. I deliberately avoided the most sensitive spots, letting her desire simmer just below the surface. The anticipation of finally tasting her was a delicious torment, one that I savored as I leaned closer, my breath warm against her skin.

I looked up at her, meeting her blindfolded gaze, and the vulnerability in her expression was intoxicating. The power I held over her fueled my desire, and I could feel my wolf growling in approval. I dipped my head, running my tongue along the inside of her thigh, teasingly close to where she craved me the most but never giving her the satisfaction.

"Please," she whimpered, her body trembling with need. 

"Such a good little sub," I praised, my voice low and gravelly as I continued to tease her with soft, tantalizing kisses along her thighs, enjoying the way her body writhed in response. Every sound, every gasp of pleasure that escaped her lips, sent shivers down my spine, igniting a primal urge to claim her.

After a few more moments of teasing, I decided to ramp up the intensity. I grabbed a small paddle from the table nearby, the leather cool and smooth in my hand. I could see her eyes widen, a mix of excitement and fear dancing across her features as I lifted it, preparing to deliver a gentle smack against her supple skin. 

"Tell me what you want, Ashley," I commanded, my voice low and demanding. 

"I want you, Master. I need you," she breathed, the urgency in her tone sending a rush of heat through me. 

I smiled, feeling a swell of satisfaction at her submission. "Good girl," I replied, striking her lightly with the paddle, watching as she jumped, a gasp escaping her lips. "But first, you must earn it." 

With each strike, I could feel her body respond, the tension coiling tighter, the room filled with the sound of leather meeting skin. The soft pink blush that spread across her cheeks only fueled my desire further. I was lost in the rhythm of it, the power exchange between us creating an intoxicating dance of pleasure and pain.

I paused to admire her, breathing heavily, the heat of the moment enveloping us both. "Are you ready for more?" I asked, my voice a low growl, filled with promise.

"Yes, Master," she gasped, her body arching, pleading for my touch. 

"Then let's continue," I said.

I reached for a bottle of lubricating oil and a sleek dildo, my mind racing with anticipation as I prepared to take Ashley to the next level of pleasure. Positioning myself behind her, I applied the lubricant generously, ensuring that the vibrator glistened with a sheen that promised an exhilarating experience.

"Are you ready, little pet?" I murmured, my voice low and commanding. 

"Yes, Master," she breathed, her voice thick with anticipation.

As I teased her, I slowly began to insert the vibrator, inch by inch, allowing her to feel every pulsation of the device as it vibrated against her tight entrance. I watched her closely, savoring the way her body responded, the way her back arched and her breath hitched in her throat. She was a mess of need, her soft whimpers filling the room as she begged me to go faster.

"Please, Master, I need more," she pleaded, her voice a desperate whisper.

But I was in control, and I intended to make this last. I could feel the tension building within her, the way her body was straining for release as I continued to tease her with the vibrating dildo. Each thrust was measured, deliberate, designed to push her closer to the edge without letting her fall over. I loved the way she squirmed, the way her body craved me, and I reveled in the power I held over her.

Just as I noticed her breathing become ragged, the signs that she was nearing her climax, I removed the vibrator, tossing it aside on the table with a soft thud. I lowered my sweatpants, freeing my hard cock, the heat of desire coursing through my veins. Holding her by the waist, I positioned myself at her entrance, my breath hitching at the sight of her flushed cheeks and parted lips.

"Hold on, Ashley," I commanded, my voice a low growl, and in one fluid thrust, I rammed my cock deep inside her.

She cried out, her body arching as she came, the wave of pleasure crashing over her as I filled her completely. The sensation of her warmth enveloping me was exquisite, and I couldn't help but thrust deeper, building a rhythm that sent us both spiraling into ecstasy. 

"Damn, yes!" she moaned, her voice raw with pleasure. 

It was just the beginning. I continued to thrust into her, my pace relentless, each movement drawing her closer to another climax. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by her moans and gasps, the mix of pleasure and urgency creating a symphony that fueled my desire even more.

"Come for me again, little pet," I urged, my voice thick with lust. 

With each thrust, I could feel her tightening around me, the pressure building as we moved in perfect harmony. Her moans became cries of pure bliss, and as I thrust deeper and faster, I felt the moment nearing. I could sense her climax approaching, the heat radiating from her body as she neared the edge. 

And then, as if we were connected in some primal way, we came together. The world around us faded as pleasure surged through us, a powerful wave that left us breathless. I held her tightly, feeling her body quiver around me as we both surrendered to the intensity of the moment, our cries echoing in the dimly lit room.

As the waves of pleasure began to subside, I lowered myself to her ear, whispering sweet nothings and praise, savoring the aftermath of our passionate union. This was what I craved—this connection, this domination, this blissful surrender.