Page 47 of His Toy

Alex knew he shouldn’t allow what had happened between them this morning to change the way he treated her—like the Wolf didn’t already know Bella was Alex’s weak spot. But he couldn’t help that he felt closer to and more possessive of her—which, in their current situation, was not only frustrating, it was also possibly dangerous if he didn’t get a handle on himself.

Once they finished eating and the remains of their lunch had been removed, the Wolf shooed his minions back.

“Bring Pet and Toy here, to me,” he said.

As Alex stood, the Wolf finished signing something off and handed it to Jordan, who immediately trotted away with it.

Then the Wolf’s attention focused on his prisoners, and he smiled. Not a cruel smile, but one filled with anticipation, and Alex tensed in response. He and Bella were moved around to the back of the Wolf’s desk, where he sat. The man reached out and pulled Bella onto his lap so she sat on one of his thighs.

Submissive as always, Bella sat there, obediently moving her limbs until the Wolf had twisted her around and faced out over the room. It made Alex grit his teeth to see how nonresistant she was, but he couldn’t blame her, either. Fighting the Wolf had unpleasant consequences, and she had no chance of overpowering the man. Women on the Moon were not encouraged to develop fighting skills or muscles, unlike the female soldiers they’d been interacting with here on Earth. Bella wasn’t a match for any of them, much less a man like the Wolf.

“There we go, good Pet.” One of the Wolf’s hands casually cupped her breast as he settled her back against him. Alex tried not to look because just seeing her splayed out on the Wolf’s lap made all sorts of violent feelings rise up. She straddled the man’s thigh, facing outward, her body leaning back against his for support, with both her hands tucked behind her back so her breasts were thrust out as if asking for attention. If the desk hadn’t been in front of her and the Wolf, the entire room would have been able to see the splayed pink interior of her pussy.

“There’s a news report scheduled that I thought you two might like to see.”

The screen across the room flickered to life as the Wolf pushed a button on his desk with his free hand; the other still caressed Bella’s breast. Her little pink nipple hardened as long fingers pinched the tiny bud, and Alex had to force himself to tear his eyes away and focus on the screen. It took a minute for the sound to catch up and for him to register what they were seeing.

“Abby’s Return!” was the banner across the bottom of the screen, and a heavily made-up news reporter spoke and gestured excitedly as the red-headed Abby came out of the hospital, flanked by her family. The news reporter said Abby had been admitted the night before.

Microphones were shoved at the poor girl, but her family had hired bodyguards for the occasion. They surged forward and pushed the reporters back, repeating the words ‘no comment’ over and over again, much to the reporters’ disappointment. The excitement over a returning prisoner of the Wolf was always high since it rarely happened more than once or twice a year. Abby wasn’t willing to talk to the media—like most of the captives the Wolf had held for any length of time—so none of the reporters seemed surprised. In the few glimpses they showed of her, she looked dazed—almost confused.

The view switched back to a reporter who said the government had released a press statement that Abby had confirmed Alex and Bella’s capture by the Wolf, as well as that of another young woman, name unknown at this time.

Alex could only shake his head that it had taken them all so long to realize that Trish was missing, even if she was an orphan. Someone should have noticed and come forward before this. Or maybe they had, and it had gotten buried under the interest in Alex and Bella; after all, their families were fairly important. Ken’s family was even more so and they were kicking up a fuss.

The broadcast scrolled through more footage of Ken and Lisa. The complete lack of comments from Alex’s and Bella’s families was glossed over by their ex-significant-others’ tearful pleas.

It was a three-ring media circus.

“See?” the Wolf said amiably, bringing Alex’s attention back to him. He now cupped both of Bella’s breasts, playing with them absentmindedly. Both her nipples were tight and prominent on the soft mounds; he twisted them between his fingers, and Alex had to watch as Bella squirmed a bit. His fists clenched at his sides as he forced his emotions down. “Slave is just fine. Because she was a good girl, and good boys and girls always get to go home to their mommies and daddies. Now Pet, under the desk and show me what a good girl you are.”

He pushed gently, and Bella slid forward, tucking herself under the expansive foot-room provided by the desk’s frame. The Wolf reached down and undid the front of his pants and brought his hard cock out before sliding his chair forward and trapping Bella there. The Wolf moaned, one hand under the desk, and turned to smirk at Alex.

Two soldiers on either side held him tightly in place.

Alex looked away.

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The space under the desk had just enough room for Bella and the Wolf’s lower body, and barely enough head space for Bella to position his cock where she could slide it into her mouth. The hot, thick meat was heavy on her tongue as she obediently sucked it between her lips, and his answering moan came slightly muffled by all the wood.

She moved by instinct because she was so shocked by what she’d seen on his desk. Her mind raced through the possibilities, horrified by pretty much all of them, so taking his cock into her mouth and sucking seemed easier than facing what she’d seen. Fingers tightened in her hair as her mouth slid down to the base and easily took him into her throat. The gel Dr. Margolis had administered was still in full effect; her gag reflex didn’t even twinge.

When she would have moved faster, his grip on her hair kept her bobbing her head at a slow, even pace. Bella wanted to get this over with, to go be with Alex and talk over what she’d seen, but the Wolf wanted to extend his pleasure and her torture. She was forced to move her head up and down slowly, sucking all the way, as her tongue danced along the bottom of his cock. It was all she could do to hurry his orgasm since he wouldn’t let her move her head faster.

The muffled sounds of conversation above her let her know he’d returned to work. He didn’t focus on Bella as she serviced him with her mouth. She shifted, trying to get more comfortable, and rested her arms on his thighs as she sucked him deep and took him all the way to the root before pressing her nose against his pubic hair and sliding off again. The musky scent of his body filled her nose whenever she pulled away and gulped in air. The bitter taste of his pre-cum filled her mouth as his cock began to leak, but still he wouldn’t let her go faster.

Her jaw began to ache from the effort of holding it open so wide, from the hard sucking she was doing. And still, he controlled her pace. Her thoughts begin to slow, her focus entirely on trying to alleviate the tension in her jaw as her mouth slid up and down his cock, the rhythm becoming hypnotic. She moaned, vibrating his length with her vocal cords as the head of his dick pressed into her throat, and his muscles tightened as she did.

The thick rod began to grow thicker, longer, and he allowed her to pick up the pace a little bit. Despite the soreness of her jaw muscles, Bella renewed her efforts and worked his cock hard, desperate to suck him off and gain some relief for herself. The fingers massaging her hair pulled her hard against him, and he groaned as his cock expanded in her throat.

Pulse after pulse of hot liquid poured down into her belly, cutting off her air supply, and she tried not to panic as her throat muscles worked to massage the stiff length of his cock while she swallowed his cum. His hand held her firmly in place, even as he began to soften, and she began to suck in great gulps of air through her nose and around his dick. Bella gasped for breath, her sore jaw throbbing as she laid her head against his thigh, the slick worm of his cock still resting between her lips.

Fingers stroked her hair soothingly. If she couldn’t hear the steady murmur of business going on above her head, she might have been able to pretend the person attached to those fingers cared.

The Wolf moved back, and Bella crawled out, looking away from Alex. She didn’t want him to see her flushed face or swollen lips.

“Good Pet.” The Wolf caressed her breast as she stood and leaned back in his chair to look at her. He tweaked her nipple, causing an answering surge in her pussy. It was involuntary; her nipples had always been sensitive, and he’d been playing with them so much before putting her beneath the desk that her body still craved it. His cool, green gaze moved to the soldiers behind her. “Take them back to their room.” Those cat-like eyes flicked back over her and Alex. “Rest up this evening. We have a very important visitor coming tomorrow.”

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