Page 21 of His Toy

Would Alex? He seemed so intent on escape, on being the author of his own freedom. But what if they couldn’t escape? He was so strong. She knew he thought her fear of trying to escape made her weak, but what if she was better equipped for this situation than he was? Bella could bend, she could adapt… but if Alex couldn’t escape, would his strength mean he’d break before he bent?

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There wasn’t much to do in the room. Alex paced. Bella watched him. Eventually she brought up Ken and Lisa and their families, wondering if anyone realized they were missing yet. It hit Alex in the gut that they had probably been missing for about twenty-four hours, now—and in such a short span of time, his world had turned on its head.

He’d broken up with his long-term girlfriend, been kidnapped, ravaged by a warlord of Earth, been forced to have sex with one of his friends—and now that he’d seen her as a sexual object, he was having a hard time unseeing her. Bella was beautiful. Even with her pink-rimmed eyes, slightly swollen from all the crying she’d done, wrapped up in a sheet, and exhausted, she was gorgeous. And he had to wonder what was wrong with him to notice, given the situation.

At least the ring around his cock and balls wasn’t too tight. When he started to stiffen, he could still go down again by thinking about something else.

Eventually, he lay down on the bed on his back, and Bella scooted up to lay near him. He offered out his arm, and she snuggled into the crook of it, her body pressed against his. The sheet over her did nothing to reduce the effect of the warmth of her body or her soft curves, and he gritted his teeth as he willed his dick to stay down. Bella didn’t need to deal with that kind of shit from him, considering everything else they were going through. He didn’t want her to have to worry about him, just because he didn’t have his physical responses under control.

She didn’t seem to notice or, if she did, she trusted him. She stayed snugged up against him and sighed. The tension seeped out of her body.

He didn’t feel tired lying there, but he must have fallen asleep because the next thing he knew, something was being wrapped around his wrists and ankles, and Bella was being pulled away. Alex cursed and, in a surge of movement, tried to grab at Bella and lash out at whoever was touching them.

Laughter surrounded them from every side as they were pulled apart on the huge bed, Alex’s wrists and ankles attached to the head and footboards, despite his struggles. He was too swamped by sleepy confusion to effectively fight back. Secured to the bed, he turned to see Bella struggling against the Wolf and a woman in uniform. They attached her wrists and ankles to the bed. as well, with one key difference—her legs were spread.

“Leave her alone,” he snarled as Bella slumped in her bonds and looked up at the Wolf with wide, fearful eyes.

“Gag him,” the Wolf said, not looking up from his scrutiny of Bella’s lush curves. Alex snarled again, but was forced to open his mouth when one of the soldiers held his nose and cut off his air to get the gag in. Jerking his head around did nothing but get his hair pulled. Once the gag was in his mouth, his head was released, and he was able to look back to see the Wolf fondling Bella’s breasts.

But those bright green eyes were looking straight back at Alex. Waiting for his reaction.

And that was the only reason Alex managed to hold still instead of straining uselessly against his restraints again. Instead, he glared back, knowing he didn’t look at all threatening when he was tied up and gagged, but putting all his fury and frustration into his gaze anyway.

Just give me five minutes, loose and able to fight.

It was as if the Wolf knew what he was thinking, and the older man grinned as he squeezed Bella’s breasts a little harder. She whimpered, and Alex growled into his gag, tugging once again at the restraints… just to check.

“Leave us,” the Wolf said, and Alex became aware of the others in the room again. They all looked disappointed at the order but they left.

The dynamic in the room became more intense and more dangerous. Which made no sense at all—shouldn’t the presence of multiple people have been more intimidating? But this was the first time they’d been completely alone with the Wolf—a man known for his unpredictability—with no audience. Would it turn out the audience spurred him or helped restrict him?

His presence dominated the room as he loomed over them, kneeling on the bed, his hands on Bella’s breasts, pinching at her tight, pink nipples. Alex couldn’t watch, so he looked away.

“Bad Toy,” the Wolf said, his voice silkily threatening. “You have to watch… or I’ll hurt her.”

Alex’s head whipped back around just in time to see the Wolf’s hand come down hard between Bella’s legs. She let out a loud cry and her hips jerked. There was no way she could have protected herself, with her legs cuffed and spread, and even though Alex didn’t want to play more of the Wolf’s games tonight, he knew he wouldn’t look away again. Because the Wolf might be unpredictable, but he would follow through on his threats.

* * *

The throbbing sting of her pussy awakened the unhappy nerves. The salve Alex had spread on her before dinner had done a remarkable job of soothing the soreness, both inside and out, but that entire area remained very sensitive.

The strangest part was the Wolf didn’t seem to be paying much attention to her, even as he fondled her breast and pulled at her nipples—awakening more unwelcome sensations in her groin. He was staring straight at Alex. And from the corner of her eye, she could see Alex glaring back. Watching because, if he didn’t, the Wolf would hurt her again.

Bella quivered with fear. It was all too easy to imagine how she could quickly become a tool, rather than a ‘pet,’ used to prod Alex. The Wolf seemed to enjoy the dynamic between then two of them; perhaps especially because they weren’t a romantic couple. She got the impression that the Wolf was as aroused by messing with their heads as he was messing with their bodies.

Focusing his attention on her sensitive nipples, he lowered his head and took one into his mouth. Bella fought back a moan, biting her lip and hating that it still felt good even though she didn’t want it. The entire time, the Wolf kept staring at Alex.

She turned her head away from Alex, not wanting him to see if even the smallest flash of pleasure crossed her face. Not wanting him to see her humiliation at being fondled and played with just to get to him. Was the Wolf even sexually interested in her? Or was he only interested in how she related to Alex?

Feeling Alex’s eyes on her made her skin tingle. She felt ashamed that he was watching, and yet slightly comforted by his presence—even though he couldn’t do anything. Maybe it was because she wasn’t going through this alone.

The Wolf’s hands left her, and she looked up, frightened of what might happen next.

He began stripping without looking at either of them, as if they weren’t in the room at all; as if he hadn’t just been touching Bella. And Bella couldn’t help looking at him as he took off each piece of clothing and kicked it into the corner. He was older but still impressively muscled, with scars on his chest and back—one large one on his thigh, and what looked like an old burn on the back of his hip. This was not a man who sat back while his men did all the dirty work; it was obvious he’d seen action.

Bella couldn’t help but stare, fascinated by the markings all over his body. It was unusual for anyone on the Moon to have any kind of scars. Very few people were ever hurt, and when they were injured, they always had the scars removed. Imperfections were looked down on; no one would casually wear them the way the Wolf did. And yet, somehow, it added to that charismatic appeal he exuded; the utter confidence with which he shucked off his clothes and showed them his body.

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