Page 32 of His Pet

The room they were returned to was not their own. It had the exact same layout as their previous room, but when Bella awoke, wrapped up in Alex's arms, and looked at the walls, there were no sigils. Her body ached, especially her pussy and ass, the lingering sensations alerting her to the lack of healing cream. Maybe that was good though; the Wolf wasn't trying to make sure that she and Alex were ready for another go-round.

Being healed quickly usually meant being used quickly again too.

"Alex," she whispered, stroking his arm to wake him up as she craned her neck around, checking the other walls and confirming her suspicions.

He came awake fast, jolting her out of his arms as he sat up, alert and defensive. After a quick sweep of his gaze around the room, once he saw that they were alone, he relaxed. "What? What's wrong?"

Bella pointed at the empty walls. "They moved us..."

Which meant that they couldn't get out. There was no escape. Alex's features hardened and then shifted into confusion.

"Why move us?" he murmured. "Why not just make us forget again?"

"Maybe because it didn't work so well last time?"

"It worked well enough for a while," he countered, rubbing his hands over his face.

Bella shifted closer to him on the bed, seeking comfort. She really hated when they didn't know what was going on.

Immediately, Alex put his arm around her and snuggled her in close, allowing her to relax as she sank into the comfort of his embrace. "What are they up to?"

The question was rhetorical, because neither of them had any answers.

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Trish didn't know what to think. Glancing at the big man seated next to her in the back seat, his hand wrapped firmly around hers, she felt frightened. She hadn't been told anything, had no idea what was going on, all she knew was that she was leaving the compound for the first time since she'd been taken.

And she didn't want to.

It was a startling and fairly frightening realization. But she felt safe in the compound. Everyone watched out for her, even when Jordan wasn't around. Everyone cared for her. She had actual friends, who waved to her in the hallway, chatted with her at mealtime, and never once looked at her with pity because she was an orphan or contempt because she wasn't rich. They all came from different places, different backgrounds, and yet they came together and none of that mattered. It was completely different from the way she'd grown up on the Moon, where background and family status were all that mattered and everyone was judged by that. Even winning a scholarship to Earth had been seen as a reason for derision, because anyone who mattered wouldn't need such a thing.

She told herself that she'd gotten used to the demands that Jordan put on her body, the pain and pleasure, the punishment and rewards, but the truth was, she'd started to like it.

Leaving the compound made her start to worry that this time in her life was over, even though Jordan hadn't said so. He was still holding her hand as the hover-car began to move, although he was talking on his earpiece to someone in one of the other cars. Looking around, Trish could see that there were six other cars, completely filled with the Wolf's soldiers just like this one, heading out with them. She couldn't imagine Jordan taking her on a dangerous outing... but would he take this many people if he was going to get rid of her somehow?

The buildings on Earth passed by the window; the compound was larger than it looked from the inside when she peeked back at it. It was well hidden among plenty of other buildings with similar design. Surely they couldn't all be harboring criminals...

Next to her, Jordan pressed a finger to his earpiece. "Is everything in place? Good, we're on our way for pickup... any concerns we should be aware of?" He snorted derisively at whatever the other person responded. "I mean real concerns. Okay, good. We'll be there soon."

He pressed the earpiece again, turning off the call, and then his hand came down on Trish's thigh, gripping her with his fingers as he turned his head to look down at her. She froze, only now realizing that she'd been squirming on the seat next to him, restless with all the anxious energy swirling around inside of her. The sensation of his hot palm against her thigh made her entire body quiver and then still, waiting to see what he would do next.

"Calm down, baby," he said softly, giving her thigh a reassuring squeeze. "Nothing bad is going to happen to you."

Almost immediately, she felt calmer. She trusted Jordan in that. If he said nothing bad was going to happen to her, she believed him.

"Where are we going?" she whispered, her gaze sliding across to the other soldiers in the car's interior. They weren't paying any attention to her and Jordan, but she never knew how he was going to take it when she questioned him in front of others.

"I have to make a pickup for the Wolf," he said amiably, his fingers beginning to draw up her skirt so that he could stroke the soft inside of her thigh. Trish knew better than to try and stop him or to press her legs together, even though she hated being exposed in front of the other soldiers. They would never touch, but they would look, and that was bad enough. It was another demonstration of Jordan's domination, over her and over the soldiers.

Her nipples hardened as his hand slid deeper between her legs, his fingers searching out the lips of her pussy.

"Spread," he ordered, giving her a warning look not to argue.

Trish bit her lower lip as she spread her legs, wishing that her skirt would fall into place to cover her, but instead it just moved up her thighs and showed off more of her body. Jordan's hand would cover her pussy though. His fingers slid into her folds, and he smiled as he found them already wet.

The slow exploration his fingers were making of her pussy wasn't going to get her off any time soon, it was just going to torment her as they drove. She shivered, keeping her hands by her sides, her body tingling and coming alive as he teased at her sensitive folds, slipping just the tip of a finger inside of her and then withdrawing it again. Cream was spread up to her clit, wetting the tiny nub and making it slick and hard under his ministrations.

She was panting and achy when he suddenly stopped, and she moaned in disappointment. With a little laugh, he brought his soaked fingers up to her lips and pressed them in, making her clean off her own juices.

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