Chapter 6: Ember

Harlow's POV

The car arrived at exactly seven thirty. Black. Tinted windows. A driver in a suit who did not speak to me. He just opened the door and waited.

I climbed inside and pressed my back against the leather seat. My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat. Kael had sent me a dress earlier. Red. Short. With a note that said, Wear this and nothing else.

I wore it. No bra. No underwear. The fabric whispered against my bare skin every time the car turned a corner.

By the time we pulled up to Ember, I was already wet.

The driver opened my door. I stepped out into the cool night air and walked toward the black glass doors. The bouncer nodded at me. Let me through without a word.

Inside, the club hummed with bodies and music. I did not look at anyone. I kept my eyes straight ahead and walked to the staircase that led to the private rooms.

Room four. The same room as before.

The door was open.

Kael stood inside, his back to me. He wore black pants and a white button down with the sleeves rolled to his elbows. His tattoos curled up his forearms. His long dark hair was loose tonight, falling past his shoulders.

He turned when I stepped inside.

“You wore the dress.”

“You told me to.”

“And nothing else?”

I shook my head.

His eyes darkened. He walked toward me, slow and deliberate, until he stood so close I could smell his cologne. Wood and smoke and something sharp.

“Good girl.”

The words sent a shiver down my spine. He reached around me and shut the door. Locked it.

“Tonight, you will learn what it means to be mine.” He took my hand and led me to the bed. “Sit.”

I sat. He moved to the side of the room and opened a closet. When he turned back, he held a saddle. Black leather. Metal rings. And attached to the top, a thick dildo that made my eyes go wide.

“What is that?”

“Your punishment.” He set it on the bed. “For running away from me. For lying about having another man. For being a brat when I told you to stay.”

“That was not a punishment. That was a reward.”

His lips curved. “Then you will love this.”

He helped me off the bed and positioned the saddle on the mattress. Then he guided me onto it. The dildo pressed against my entrance. I was already so wet that it slid inside me with embarrassing ease.

I gasped.

Kael smiled.

He pulled rope from the drawer. Thick black rope that matched the saddle. He tied my ankles to the stirrups first. Then my thighs to the leather. Then he pulled my arms behind my back and bound my wrists together.

“Can you move?” he asked.

I tried. I could not. The saddle held me in place, the dildo buried deep inside me.

“No.”

“Good.”

He walked around the bed, inspecting his work. Then he pressed a button on the side of the saddle.

The dildo vibrated to life.

I cried out. The sensation shot through me like lightning. My hips bucked, but the ropes held me down. The vibration pulsed against my clit, against my walls, everywhere at once.

“Please,” I gasped.

“Please what?”

“I do not know. Something. Anything.”

He crouched in front of me and took my chin in his hand. “You will come when I tell you to come. And when you do, you will thank me. Every time. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He smiled. “Good girl.”

He turned the vibration up.

The pressure built inside me so fast I could not breathe. My thighs trembled. My hands clenched into fists behind my back. I was so close, so close, so close.

“Now,” Kael said.

I shattered. The orgasm ripped through me, wave after wave, and I screamed his name. When I could finally speak, I gasped out, “Thank you, Sir. Thank you.”

“That is one.” He turned the vibration up again. “How many do you think you can give me tonight?”

“I do not know.”

“We will find out.”

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Kael

I watched her fall apart on the saddle and felt my cock strain against my pants.

She was beautiful like this. Helpless. Needy. Her fair skin flushed pink from her chest to her cheeks. The freckles across her nose stood out against the red. Her curves spilled over the leather, soft and perfect.

I had imagined this so many times. Her tied up. Begging. Coming apart because of me.

The reality was better.

“Thank you, Sir,” she whimpered. “Thank you.”

“You are welcome, brat.”

I turned the dial again. She moaned, her back arching, her tied hands straining against the rope. The second orgasm came faster than the first. She cried out, her body shaking, and I had to hold the saddle steady to keep her from falling off.

“Thank you, Sir. Thank you. Thank you.”

I turned the dial higher.

“Please,” she begged. “I cannot. It is too much.”

“You can. And you will.”

She came again. And again. I lost count after the fifth. Her voice grew hoarse from screaming. Tears streamed down her cheeks. But she kept thanking me. Every time. Like the good girl I knew she could be.

I turned off the vibration.

She slumped forward as much as the ropes would allow, her chest heaving. Spit and tears dripped onto the leather.

“Please,” she whispered. “No more.”

“There is more.” I undid my pants and freed my cock. “But not on the saddle.”

I untied her quickly. She fell against me, limp and trembling. I carried her to the bed and laid her on her stomach. Then I climbed over her, my chest against her back, my cock pressing against her entrance from behind.

“Last one,” I said into her ear. “You give me one more, and I will fill you up. Understand?”

She nodded weakly.

I pushed inside her. She was so wet, so tight, so perfect. I buried myself to the hilt and groaned.

“Thank you, Sir,” she gasped.

“Do not thank me yet.”

I pulled out and thrust back in. She moaned into the pillow. I set a rhythm, slow at first, then faster. Her body responded to every movement. Her hips lifted to meet mine. Her hands clawed at the sheets.

“You feel so good,” I grunted. “So fucking good.”

“Please,” she begged. “Please let me come. I need it. I need you.”

“Come for me, Harlow.”

She screamed. Her body clenched around me like a fist, and I lost control. I emptied myself inside her, thrusting through both our orgasms until we collapsed together on the bed.

She lay beneath me, panting. I pulled out slowly and rolled onto my side, taking her with me. Her back pressed against my chest. My arm wrapped around her waist.

“How do you feel?” I asked.

“Like I cannot feel my legs.”

I smiled against her hair. “Good.”

She turned her head to look at me. Her eyes were still wet, her lips swollen. She looked wrecked. Ruined. Perfect.

“Kael?”

“Yes.”

“Thank you.” She paused. “For not going easy on me.”

I kissed her forehead. “You do not need easy. You need someone who will push you.”

“And you want to be that someone?”

“I am that someone.” I pulled her closer. “Now sleep. Tomorrow, we talk about the contract.”

She nodded and closed her eyes. Within minutes, her breathing evened out. She was asleep in my arms.

I stayed awake, watching the rise and fall of her chest. She had signed the contract without reading it. She had no idea what she had agreed to.

Full time submissive.

Living with me.

Being mine.

I should tell her. Give her a chance to change her mind.

Instead, I held her tighter and closed my eyes. Tomorrow was soon enough. Tonight, she was exactly where she belonged.