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Chapter 531: Chapter 531: Soulmate
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The soft, cool silk of the blindfold was the last thing Silas saw before everything went dark.
Ivy’s fingers, quick and careful, tied the knot at the back of his head, her pink hair brushing his cheek like a secret.
"Just relax," she said in a low voice that made him feel warm inside.
He could only nod, his heart racing in his chest.
He heard a faint sound of metal, felt the cold, hard circle of a cuff snap around his right wrist, then his left.
The chain rattled as she secured them to the strong posts of their bed. He felt a thrill of surrender. His breathing became quick.
"My turn," she whispered.
Her hands got to work. First, she undid the buttons of his shirt. Each pop was like a little explosion of excitement.
The cotton opened, and the cool air of the room touched his chest, followed quickly by the warm heat of her mouth.
She didn’t start at his lips. No, she began at the hollow of his throat, giving him a soft, wet kiss that made him gasp.
Then she went lower, leaving a warm trail down his chest. Her tongue swirled around a nipple, and he arched off the bed, a groan escaping him.
She moved to the other one, her teeth grazing the sensitive spot before soothing it with her lips.
He was already straining against his pants, feeling a desperate need.
She went lower, kissing his stomach, her pink hair tickling his skin.
He was burning with desire, focused on the next touch, the next move. But then... it stopped.
The absence of her was painful. He whimpered.
"Who is my husband, Silas?" Her voice was calm and curious, cutting through his need.
He froze. The question felt like ice water.
"Silas," he breathed out, his own name feeling strange on his tongue. "I am."
A moment of silence.
Then, a warm, rewarding kiss on his lips, deep and thorough. "My hubby is so smart," she murmured against his mouth, and the praise went straight to his cock, which twitched painfully against his zipper.
Her kisses continued, wandering, but they stayed frustratingly above his waistband.
He was panting, his hips making small, involuntary thrusts into the empty air. "Ivy... please," he begged, his voice rough. "Touch me. Please."
He heard her soft chuckle, felt her breath brush over the fabric of his pants.
"I will," she promised, her tone teasing. "But only if you tell me... who is my soulmate?"
The question was a trap, a test he suddenly understood.
This wasn’t just play. This was Ivy, making sure of he knows of his place in her heart. He fell silent, the conflict a tight knot in his stomach.
She didn’t push him with words.
Instead, she pressed herself against him.
He felt the wonderful weight of her breasts against his chest, the heat of her body through the thin fabric of his pants.
She moved against his erection, a slow, torturous roll of her hips that pulled a deep groan from his throat.
"More," he pleaded, trying to meet her.
She stopped instantly, lifting off him. The loss was crushing.
"I can’t," she purred, her voice dripping with false sympathy. "You haven’t answered my question, my love. Who is my soulmate?"
"Jade," he whispered. Maybe it wasn’t because of confusion... maybe it was because he wanted to assure himself... that he was indeed overthinking.
At the same time, he was curious as to what Ivy would do at his answer.
That amusement lasted till Ivy took action.
The next moment, a shocking cold touched the head of his cock through the fabric. He cried out, his body jerking against the cuffs.
It was ice, a cube she was rubbing in slow, cruel circles over his most sensitive part, the contrast to his heat making him shiver.
"Wrong answer," she sang softly.
"Who is my soulmate, Silas?" she asked again, the ice pausing, a promise of either pain or relief.
This time, there was no hesitation. "Me!" he gasped. "It’s me, Ivy. Only me."
The ice disappeared. He heard the distant clink as she dropped it into a glass.
Then, the sound of his zipper. The release of pressure was a blessing. Cool air hit his heated flesh, and then... oh god.
Her mouth was warm and soft, a perfect heaven that engulfed him in one slow, glorious slide.
His head slammed back against the pillows, a strangled shout escaping his lips.
She worked him with expert skill, her tongue swirling, her lips tight, her hand stroking what her mouth couldn’t take.
He was lost, spiraling, his world narrowed to that perfect point of contact.
Then she stopped, pulling off with a wet pop that echoed in the silent room.
"Who," she asked, her breath hot on his wet skin, "is my soulmate?"
"Me!" he cried out, urgency making his voice crack. "It’s me, it’s me, please..."
She took him back into her mouth, and this time she didn’t let up.
The rhythm was relentless, building him higher and higher, her moans vibrating along his length.
He was teetering on the edge, sweat beading on his skin, his muscles tight.
And then she stopped again. Not just the blowjob. Everything.
He felt her move away. Heard the soft click as the blindfold’s knot was undone. The fabric fell away, and light, mercifully dim, flooded his vision.
He blinked, his blue eyes adjusting.
And there she stood, at the foot of the bed, gloriously naked.
Her pink hair flowed over her shoulders, her pink eyes watching him with a gleam.
She began to move, a slow, sensual dance just for him.
Her hands trailed over her own curves, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples, sliding down her flat stomach to the thatch of pink curls between her legs.
She was a vision, a torment.
His cock, wet and painfully hard, jerked against his stomach.
"Ivy... wife... please," he begged, pulling against the cuffs, the metal biting into his wrists.