Page 16 of His Pet

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Bella didn't realize that one of the walls was a one-way mirror. Not that she would have particularly cared if she had. She was in heaven. When the Wolf had told her that she was a good Pet, and that she'd earned a reward, she'd been both suspicious and frightened, because he hadn't told her what the reward was. Apparently, it was being pampered.

Even though she was still nervous about being separated from Alex, she was having trouble holding onto that tension through the blissful massage that she was currently receiving. Fingers dug into her back, finding every knot and soothing it away, before replacing the pressure of fingers with a stone that was almost too hot to bear. It felt lovely. The heat sank into her muscles, making her feel utterly limp on the table.

On the other side of the mirror, Alex was conflicted as hell. He hadn't been sure where the Wolf had been taking him to, but he'd hoped it would be to see what was happening to Bella. He'd honestly been expecting that it would be something horrible.

Even though he couldn't see her expression, because she was face-down on the massage table, he could tell from her soft sighs and moans that she wasn't experiencing any hardship. Indeed, the Wolf had done a complete one-eighty and was giving her an experience of pure pleasure. For some reason, it made Alex's possessive jealousy surge even higher.

The Wolf's hand clamped down on the back of Alex's neck, just above the collar. His voice was low, an intimate murmur in Alex's ear.

"Pet is being well rewarded for her behavior. I'll have to decide on an appropriate punishment for yours."

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For several hours, Bella was in pure, relaxed bliss. She'd been massaged, oiled and pampered. The last vestiges of soreness from Dr. Margolis' sadistic treatment had been completely wiped away. The floaty high she was on felt better than any spa day she'd had on the Moon. Maybe because up there, such treatment had been normal. Taken for granted. Now she could really feel just how wonderful it truly was.

They gave her water and let her relax on a chaise that looked out into the garden area. Sure, the greenery was interspersed with soldiers, but it was still a nice view. Eventually, though, she began to feel antsy.

Standing up, she was headed toward the door to knock on it—wondering why no one had come for her yet—when it opened. As if they'd been watching and waiting for her. Somehow she wasn't totally shocked. A soldier stood in the doorway, seemingly indifferent to her naked body. Either he wasn't interested in her, or the Wolf's men were all getting used to seeing her naked anyway.

"Come with me," he said in clipped tones. Bella followed, feeling wary. They passed through several hallways, and several soldiers who leered at her, before he led her into a room that she recognized. It was the room beneath the Wolf's main one, with all the equipment for sexual pleasure and pain. Immediately she tensed, pausing on the threshold. The soldier turned back to look at her, his expression bored. "Over here."

Looking around, slightly frightened because they were alone, Bella did as he ordered. She wasn't sure what to expect now... The Wolf had said she'd be rewarded. Was that over? Was this something else? Where was the Wolf? Where was Alex? Or Jordan? Or Trish? Why was she alone with this indifferent soldier?

He didn't seem inclined to give her any answers. Grasping her wrists, he cuffed them together with wide leather restraints; the chain connecting them kept her arms about shoulder's width apart. Then he lifted her arms above her head and attached them to a hanging chain. Bella could feel her anxiety rising as she was restrained, fully aware of her vulnerability.

To her surprise, the soldier didn't even try to cop a feel. As soon as her arms were secured above her head, he just released her and walked away. Bella's jaw dropped open, but she was so surprised at his abrupt departure that the door was closing behind him before she could even think to call out after him. What was going on?

Tugging on the cuffs did nothing, of course, except make her feel even more helpless. She was completely alone, her arms secured above her head, and she had no idea if anyone even knew where she was.

"Hello?" she called out.

Another door opened in front of her, the doorway shadowed. All she could see was the shape of a large, muscled, naked man walking toward her. But she recognized Alex, even before he stepped into the light. His expression was grim. Frightening.

"Alex?" she whispered, alarmed by the way he wasn't even looking at her. He immediately went over to one of the cabinets and pulled something out of it, before turning to approach her. Bella saw the rounded red rubber ball he was holding, leather straps hanging down from the sides of it, and her eyes widened. "Alex no... what are you doing? Please, no, Alex stop!"

But then he was in front of her and she had to stop pleading and shut her mouth, otherwise it would be all too easy for him to press the ball-gag between her lips. She stared up at him, willing him to look at her eyes, to see the pleading there... to stop and tell her what was going on.

Instead, he reached out and pinched her nipple, hard.

She gasped and the gag went in her mouth before she could blink and she made a high-pitched whining sound behind it as Alex secured it around her head.

Fear shook her; she didn't understand what was going on. Was Alex being controlled? Threatened? What was he going to do to her? And why?

Her arms were already secured and now she had no voice. She could try to kick him, but Bella knew that she was no match for him. On top of that, she couldn't quite bring herself to do it. Alex was her friend, her ally, someone that she'd come to care for, maybe even as somethingmore. Trying to actually harm him seemed incomprehensible to her.

Straps went around her waist and then around her thighs and ankles, all of which had metal loops that Alex attached to chains hanging from the ceiling. Bella moaned behind the gag as the chains began to lift; The straps supported her, kept her from being uncomfortable, but she was left suspended and splayed, with her legs wide open as he attached a long bar between the straps on her ankles. She couldn't even kick out at him; the most she could do was make herself jiggle a bit in the air.

Her pulse was pounding as she watched Alex return to the drawers, looking through them for something. Even though she was afraid, she also trusted Alex not to be malicious. She knew that there had to be some reason she was doing this.

She really hoped he wasn't drugged.

Bella moaned with renewed fear as he turned, silver jewelry glinting in one hand, a thick butt plug in the other. She wriggled in the restraints; the way the straps supported her meant that her pussy and ass cheeks were splayed wide open, completely vulnerable to whatever Alex might do to her. He still wouldn't look at her, which was probably the scariest part of all.

Ducking under her suspended legs, Alex crouched below her, his face on level with her pussy. Something—his thumb—rubbed over her anus and she shivered. It didn't feel bad, but that plug had looked huge and she didn't want it inside of her.

"Is she wet?"

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