Page 4 of His Toy

Up close, he was even more intimidating. The grace with which he moved was elegant while giving off the impression of being deadly. The comparison to a large cat-like predator wasn’t far off. Strange that they called him the Wolf, really, although she knew it was more for his behavior than his looks. In appearance, in the way he moved, he was more like the holo-vids she’d seen of panthers, before they’d become extinct.

Her breathing shallowed, panted, as he circled her to look over every inch of her naked body. She closed her eyes and tried to pretend she was… well, anywhere but here, really. Anywhere else in the entire universe.

“Quite nice.”

Bella’s eyes flew open, and she squeaked as two hands hefted her breasts and caused her to look directly into the Wolf’s amused, emerald eyes. Beside her, Alex shouted to leave her alone. She would have cringed back, but the man holding her ropes had shifted behind her, making it impossible for her to move away from the Wolf’s explorations.

“I do enjoy a curvy woman.” The Wolf smiled down at her in approval. Her mouth was so dry, she couldn’t have answered even if she’d thought of anything to say. The moment he’d touched her, her mind had completely blanked and, as he gently squeezed her breasts to see her reaction, all she could do was whimper.

The gentle caress of his thumbs over her nipples made Bella shiver, and she inwardly cursed herself for the tingles that shot through her body.

This isn’t me. It’s not what I want. It’s not my fault. It’s just biology.

Maybe a little bit of the Wolf’s natural charisma had rubbed off on her, too. In another time, another place, she might have been incredibly attracted to him.

“Stop touching her,” Alex rasped from beside them, still struggling against both his restraints and the men holding him.

“Wait your turn, toy.” The Wolf didn’t look at Alex. His eyes were still on Bella’s face as he pinched her nipples and brought her attention back to him. The slight bite of pain and pleasure zinged through her, straight to her clit. “I’m playing with pet right now.”

Her insides chilled. These were his terms for them, his names for them. Pet and toy. He fondled her expertly and kept her eyes glued to his, and Bella wanted to moan in protest from the heat kindling inside her belly. It was so, so very wrong, and yet her body responded anyway, regardless of what she wanted.

“What’s your name, pet?

She licked her dry lips and forced herself to answer. “Bella.”

“And what’s toy’s name?”

Alex growled, but she didn’t look at him. Looking away from the Wolf probably wouldn’t be treated so lightly a second time. “Alex.”

“Bella and Alex. Pet and Toy. I like it.” The smile he gave her was not at all reassuring.

Then he slid one hand down her stomach, and Bella moaned. Not because it felt good, but because she knew what he would find when he probed between her pussy lips, and she had no doubts that’s where his fingers were headed. With his other hand still on her breast, squeezing and kneading and teasing her nipple, the Wolf moved his hand between her legs. Her muscles strained as she automatically tried to press her legs together, tried to stop him from touching her, but the bar Jordan had secured as a hobble had more than one purpose.

When the Wolf’s fingers came away wet, coated in glossy fluid, Bella closed her eyes again. She couldn’t look. The Wolf laughed, and something slick spread over her lips. The smell of her musk filled her nose, and she felt sick with the humiliation.

“Pet’s wet, Toy.” The Wolf moved away from her. Bella opened her eyes to find him advancing on Alex, holding his fingers in front of him with the evidence of her arousal. “She’s such a very good pet already, I think we should reward her.”

“Sir.”

A deep voice from the end of the room caught everyone’s attention. Bella craned her neck to see who was speaking. Another man came forward with a redhead by his side. She was naked, her hands behind her back, and her head bowed so Bella couldn’t see her face. Jewelry jingled on her nipples, and flashes of gold shone from between her legs, indicating something there, as well.

“Ah.” The Wolf sounded satisfied. “Slave. I have good news. You’ve been replaced. You were a very good slave, and you can now go home to your family.” He said it with all the joviality of a man bestowing a great privilege.

The woman’s head came up sharply, and Bella recognized Abby from the holos. Her eyes were wide as she took in the scene before her, and the most astonishing array of expressions flashed over her face—relief, disappointment, hope, and finally sympathy as she looked at Alex and Bella.

“Thank you, Master.”

“I’m not your Master anymore. Go and have a good life.” He waved his hand and turned back to his newest playthings. Bella caught one more glimpse of Abby’s face, and the relief was back, as well as the strangest impression the Wolf had somehow hurt the young woman’s feelings. And then she was turning, led away by the man who had brought her in.

Bella knew the drill from the news vids. At some point today or tomorrow, Abby would arrive at the shuttleport, safe and sound. She’d be hounded by reporters the moment they realized who she was. Her family would be notified. They’d probably be there to greet her the moment she landed on the Moon and to do whatever they needed to maneuver through the social minefield that was part of being a returned “guest” of the Wolf’s. While many of the younger members of their Society saw it as a point of interest, or even a badge of honor, there were just as many who saw the returned persons as damaged goods. Not that they’d say anything so insensitive in public, of course, but the stigma as well as the fascination, was there.

Bella had always been fascinated. And she hadn’t blamed the victims. Although she hadn’t thought she’d ever be in their place, either.

“So, Toy, what do you think we should reward Pet with?” the Wolf asked as if he hadn’t just released a young woman back to her real life after months of keeping her in a position of sexual slavery.

“Freedom. Let her go.”

Bella stared at Alex, astonished. Would he really try to send her away at the cost to himself? How could she leave him here, even if the Wolf agreed? She’d never forgive herself.

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