Page 14 of His Pet

Musk filled her nose and mouth, her own creamy sweetness, shameful and exciting all at the same time. His tongue delved between her lips, forcing the taste on her, as he pushed his hips forward and thrust into her ready pussy, muffling her scream of pleasure with his kiss.

She didn't realize it until a moment later, but her arms were up around his neck, clinging to him, her legs wrapping around the back of his legs as he began to thrust into her. By then it was too late. Her body demanded the contact, needing to push him faster, harder, into her creamy channel. Bella's hips lifted, meeting his thrusts.

In the back of her head she knew it was wrong, knew that she should pull her arms away, unwrap her legs from around his body and lay them out so that he was taking a passive participant; but the demands of her body couldn't be pushed aside so easily. Her pussy was weeping arousal, eagerly sucking him in with every wet, sloppy-sounding thrust. Bella was on fire, inside and out, as he fucked her with hard, powerful strokes.

The roughness of his initial entry had made her orgasm recede, but now it came screaming back as the pleasure washed over her. She dug her nails into his shoulders, crying out against his lips as the ecstasy bloomed and spread throughout her limbs. The pulsing of her pussy, the rasp of her clit against his body, was a primitive need that her logical brain couldn't overcome.

It didn't matter that he was the Wolf or that he was raping her, had sexually tortured her, her done both to Alex earlier that day; in the darkness he was just a body, a cock moving in and out of her, making her come over and over and over...

She felt his cock swell, the thick shaft pulsing as it forced jet after jet of his cum into her waiting pussy, which spasmed and sucked at his rod like it wanted the liquid offering. Bella clawed at his back, her body arching as the most intense wave of ecstasy yet rolled through her, sizzling along her nerve endings and draining her until her muscles unclenched and she fell, limp beneath him.

The Wolf's body hung over hers, his cock slowly shrinking inside of her, as shame replaced the pleasure she'd just been feeling. Now it was easy to let her legs and arms fall away, although impossible to erase the satisfied buzz in her core.

Dammit.

Her fists clenched.

As if he could read her thoughts, the Wolf chuckled with amusement. "Deep down, you're a fighter, aren't you, Pet? A lovely little Pet, but also a strong one."

Refusing to answer, Bella turned her head away in the darkness, even though he couldn't see her.

Shifting off of her, he settled onto the bed next to her and dragged her body into his, curling around her. It wasn't cuddling, more like dominating, forcing his presence on her when he knew she didn't want it. Bella did what she always did—perversely the opposite of what he'd just accused her off—she gave in. Didn't fight at all. Didn't react. It felt good not to react, when he'd used her own body's reactions against her just a few minutes ago.

"Jordan thinks it's going to be Toy, but my money's on you, Pet," he whispered in her ear. Bella shivered, not understanding what he was talking about. His hand stroked her stomach, caressing her curves in that same gentle way that had aroused her in her sleep.

Closing her eyes, Bella ignored the soft caresses, willing herself to sleep. Hoping that he would be gone when she woke up again.

To her relief, he was.

6

The day after Cora and the Wolf shared Alex, Cora was called away for some reason that remained unknown to Alex and Bella. Both of them were relieved. Bella didn't tell Alex about the Wolf's visit that night; there was nothing he could have done and she knew he’d be upset that he'd slept through it. Besides, she didn't think she could face the remembered shame of how much pleasure she'd received from it.

Something strange was happening to her. Throughout the day, she found herself staring at the sigil that decorated the compound’s walls. It wasn't a particularly pretty sigil, just an S-shape with a horizontal bar through the top curve, but when she wasn't focused on a conversation or watching something, she would blink and realize that she'd been staring at it. Sometimes for a long time. And sometimes she felt like there was something significant about it. She just couldn't remember what.

Questioning Trish might have helped; she was becoming more and more sure that Trish knew something about whatever the Wolf had made her forget. And not just because Jordan was playing keep-away with the diminutive blonde. She justknewthat Trish knew something. She felt it; not quite like a memory, but almost. Like, feelings that were related to a memory, even though she couldn't actually remember it. Which was weird, but she trusted that feeling. Trusted her gut.

In the afternoon, the Wolf ignored Alex, but pulled Bella onto his lap. Which always made her nervous, but especially after the night before. Her emotions were always strangely confused around the Wolf. While she knew that he could—andwould—do anything he wanted to her, up to and including handing her back over to the sadistic doctor, for some reason she trusted that he wouldn't do anything that extreme without reason. Even if she couldn't remember what the reason was. Which made her want to cuddle up and act like a good little Pet when he had her on his lap, so that he didn't have any reason to punish her.

The absentminded caresses he gave her made it hard to concentrate on the conversations he was having with his soldiers, but she listened as much as possible. It would be even harder for Alex to hear what was being said, and she knew he'd want to know. Unfortunately, there wasn't much that she understood, because everything she overheard was completely out of context.

The Wolf had her settled on her side, her head tucked against his shoulder, but she constantly tried to peek at the desk without giving away what she was doing. Looking for more documents with the Moon government's seal.

When they'd first been caught, some part of her had been almost excited in a sick way, thinking that at least some of the mystery surrounding the Wolf would be solved. Instead, being his captive just seemed to raise more questions.

Why did the citizens on the Moon only know about the Wolf and not threats like Cora?

What mission had the Wolf and Cora teamed up for?

What had Moon documents been doing on the Wolf's desk and how had he gotten them? Why weren't they there now?

What had the Wolf made her and Alex forget?

Why was Trish treated differently?

What did the Wolf think she would be able to do better than Alex?

Being in the middle of the Wolf's headquarters didn't answer any of those questions. But it did distract her so that she was almost surprised when the Wolf's hand closed around her breast, squeezing it with intent rather than just idly stroking her the way he had been. Bella tipped her head back, tensing now that his focus was back on her.

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