Page 20 of His Toy

The crowd cheered as he took another two spurts in the face, and the white, sticky fluid dripped down onto his chest. He reached up to wipe it away.

“Stop. Hold still, Toy.” The Wolf’s voice rang out from the dais, and Alex dropped his hand, gritting his teeth. The feel of the warm cum on his skin only emphasized his humiliation. His throat burned from rough usage—how had Bella managed to get through two of the men? “Pet, go clean Toy off with that sweet mouth of yours. And crawl.”

Alex tried not to look as Bella crawled toward him, her brown hair hanging down on either side of her face, not quite long enough to cover the swaying breasts underneath her body. She was unconsciously seductive, and it made him want to cover her up so no one else could see. She probably didn’t realize how many of the men and women in the room were salivating from watching her crawl. Those on the dais with the Wolf stared with appreciation of the view from behind.

Alex was naked and couldn’t hide any arousal. He focused on the cum on his face and chest, the soreness of his throat, and his anger at everyone around them. All the people who were watching, who were allowing this to happen and not even trying to stop the Wolf. Did any of them think it was wrong? Or were they just cattle, following the Wolf’s lead?

When Bella reached him, Alex gave her a little smile and mouthed, ‘I’m sorry.’

‘Me too,’ she mouthed back before gently placing her hands on his shoulders and leaning forward to lick his chest with her soft, pink tongue.

A shudder went through him at the touch of her hands and mouth, the way her tongue lapped and tickled his skin. His balls tightened, and his cock surged slightly as she dragged her tongue over his nipple, cleaning the cum from it. The tiny bud hardened, and Alex gritted his teeth as he tried to imagine whatever he needed to keep from becoming erect.

It was easier when she reached his face and licked him clean. Until her breasts brushed against his chest.

By the time she finished, his dick was at half-mast, although at least he’d managed to keep from becoming entirely hard. They both looked up at the Wolf—Bella first, and then Alex’s gaze following hers—and waited for their next order. Alex’s fists tightened as he realized it.

The Wolf smiled at them. His cock made an impressive tent in his pants, but the man nodded and waved at someone on the side of the room. The focus of the room changed, no longer trained on them; everyone knew the entertainment was over.

Bella and Alex found themselves seated on the floor of the dais, in front of the table and in full view of the room as they ate, but neither of them cared that they didn’t have true seats or that everyone could see them. They didn’t talk to each other. Alex didn’t know what to say or whether their position meant the entire room would hear.

They both sat, Alex consumed with his own thoughts. He worried about the Wolf’s restraint, his decision not to indulge himself, and what that might mean for the rest of their evening.

8

To Alex and Bella’s surprise, after they ate, they were both escorted back out of the room—this time by new soldiers, who must be the night guard. One of them caught Alex eyeing them and smirked, giving a meaningful look at Alex’s collar. He understood the message: they had the same control over its effects as the Wolf had. It was something to keep in mind.

Bella didn’t agree with him about trying to escape, but there had to be a way. If only they’d been able to talk to Trish at some point… But she’d been kept firmly planted on Jordan’s lap throughout the entire dinner, and when Alex and Bella had left, she’d still been there. Alex wasn’t sure how to deal with that little wrinkle—neither he nor Bella would feel right about escaping and leaving someone behind.

When it came down to it, if he had to make the decision, he would. Hell, if he had to knock Bella out when the time came, he would. That might not be a bad idea anyway; he wasn’t sure how deep Dr. Margolis and Nurse Roche had planted the trackers, but it wouldn’t be as easy to get them out as it had been to put them in.

As these thoughts whirred through his head, he tried to pay attention to the hallways they went through. They seemed to be returning to the bedroom, following the same route they’d taken to get to the large hall. His supposition was confirmed when they were shown back into the room.

So, he knew where the bedroom was in relation to the main hall. At least that was something.

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Bella lay curled up on her side, wrapped in her sheet, and watched Alex pace the room. He tugged at the collar around his neck a couple times, irritably. Neither action was anything new: he’d been doing both for a while now. When they’d first gotten back to the room, she’d tried to take the collar off at his request, a useless exercise that had resulted in both receiving a sharp, electrical shock. Nothing debilitating—it was like a very strong, static build-up that stung her fingers—but it wasn’t something either of them wanted to repeat immediately.

After that, Alex sat on the bed with her for a bit, and held her, but Bella could almost hear him thinking, and then, eventually, he’d gotten up to pace. And mutter. And pace some more. She knew he was still thinking of escape.

Part of her wished he would come up with a viable plan, although she couldn’t help thinking of everything that could go wrong, too. And the repercussions that would come with it.

“Maybe we could cut it off,” she said, watching him tug at the collar again.

“What?”

She gestured to her neck. “Maybe we could try to cut it off.”

Alex shook his head. “I don’t think we’ll be allowed anything sharp enough. And I think the Wolf, and maybe even some of his men, have a remote that controls the current in it. If we can just get our hands on one of the remotes, we can turn it off and it should be easy to take off.”

“How do you know that?”

“The Wolf ah… used it on me earlier this evening.” Alex didn’t look at her. Bella felt chilled. Had Alex tried to do something before the Wolf had given him the option of taking her place? And been punished for it?

She would never have known if he hadn’t told her.

His pacing reminded her of the animals that they’d seen at the zoo when they’d first arrived on Earth. Majestic beasts that had been caged and yearned to run free, that paced the walls of their cage just like he was doing now. Eventually, they’d be freed, and she held to that thought. She would do whatever it took to survive to that day.

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