Page 3 of His Toy

Afterward, they were given mouthwash to rinse out the taste of their drugged sleep. It was strange how little things like a wash and a clean mouth could make his brain less fuzzy. Or maybe he was just finally waking up.

The three prisoners were hobbled with a bar that attached to their ankles, wrists tied behind their backs, and marched down a hall. The buzzing sounds of muffled voices came from a door at the end of it, and the muscles in Alex’s stomach tightened with tension. He couldn’t imagine how the girls must be feeling, considering their naked and vulnerable position and the abundance of lower, masculine voices coming from the end of the hall.

The stories of the Wolf rippled through his mind; the rumors and interviews with the released victims. The ones who had been willing to be interviewed had worn their time in captivity like a badge of honor. The others had returned to as normal of lives as they could without ever talking about what had happened to them. Alex prayed they had been taken by the Wolf, and that he would only be interested in them for a few days. Orgies and deviant sex for a couple days didn’t sound so bad. Much better than some of the possible alternatives, and it was a well-known fact the young men and women taken by the Wolf were always returned in good physical health—even the ones that were kept for months.

Horrible to know Alex hoped for them to be put in a position where they would be unwilling sexual participants in some seriously kinky shit, but that was better than being dead or maimed, right? Especially when they knew they would eventually be released, intact and basically unharmed.

He hoped.

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The room Jordan led them into was almost empty, despite being large enough to hold a multitude of people. It reminded Bella of her history lessons, when they’d studied ancient Earth and the royalty who had ruled over the time period. There was even a slightly raised platform on which there was a table. Chairs were scattered around the table, six in all, but only one man currently sat there. Despite the feeling of being before a throne, the starkness of the room, the bright overhead lights illuminating every corner, the lack of luxury, made everything feel all the more threatening. This was not a place of leisure or comfort – it was a threat.

Not a king, but a despot sat on the hard silver throne before them.

There were other men standing against the wall, guards perhaps, but they all faded into the background compared to him.

Bella’s breath caught in her throat. No one had ever seen a picture of the Wolf. No one even knew his real name or where he originated, but everyone knew the description. Tall, dark hair that he’d allowed to go silver at the temples—shocking in an age where almost no one retained their true hair color past the age of forty, preferring to use the various applications that were available to keep the appearance of youth— a muscular body, bright, piercing, green eyes that were hard as jade, a long Roman nose, and cruel lips. She’d always wondered how lips could be described as ‘cruel,’ but seeing this man she understood. They were thin, mobile, and the smile upon them was threateningly cold.

She shivered, and not just because of the chill in the room or because she was naked. Bella had almost forgotten her nude state, she’d been so ensnared by the powerful man at the end of the room. Now she shivered again and hunched her shoulders forward, all too aware of the ropes that kept her hands behind her, of the hobbles that kept her from fleeing.

Beside her, Alex growled under his breath. She flicked a glance at him, trying desperately not to look anywhere below his shoulders. Beyond her boyfriend—now ex—Bella didn’t have a whole lot of experience with men, so she hadn’t seen a lot of penises. The urge to look at one swinging so close to her was nearly overwhelming, but it felt way too intrusive. It wasn’t like Alex was unclothed by choice, and she could tell he’d been doing his best not to look at her or the other woman.

Jordan was leading them forward with the blonde in front, his hand wrapped possessively around her upper arm, towering over her in a way that might have been protective in another situation. Bella didn’t know what to think of it. She really didn’t know what to think of anything… Her head rang with the words “We should have stayed at the hotel” over and over again, but it wasn’t like hindsight was any help to them now.

“Jordan.” The man behind the desk stood as they approached, his gaze flicking over each one of them in turn. It was a quick visual inspection, but it felt very thorough.

Bella quailed and automatically leaned toward Alex for comfort. He was already chafing at the bit, angling himself forward so she was slightly behind him. The sharp, jade eyes noted his movement. Had Alex’s obvious protectiveness just helped or hurt them?

The smile across the Wolf’s face—it had to be the Wolf—wasn’t at all reassuring. “So, what have you brought me today, Jordan? A present?”

His voice was low, gravelly, and hypnotically seductive. Bella stared, shocked to hear such an appealing sound coming from the mouth of a man who was completely physically intimidating.

“You did say you wanted a replacement for Abby soon,” Jordan said, his voice indifferent. The big man didn’t seem at all intimidated by the Wolf, although something about Jordan’s stance said he respected the other man a great deal and he would follow where the Wolf led.

Abby…

Bella remembered the name and the face: a young woman with coppery-red hair and big grey eyes, assumed to have been taken by the Wolf while on holiday on Earth in Old Europa. Her picture and information had been on the newsfeed for months—not because people were worried about her return— once a young man who had been taken for a couple days had confirmed her whereabouts, but because everyone was so fascinated by the Wolf and his… predilections.

“Mmmm… I could be persuaded to take a blonde. It would make a contrast from Abby.” The Wolf’s face was serious, athough Bella got the impression he was teasing Jordan. It was obvious where the big blonde man’s interests lay. When he didn’t get a reaction, the Wolf continued. “Then again, it has been a while since I’ve had a couple.”

“We’re not a couple!” Bella blurted without thinking. Her only coherent instinct was to find some way to get out of this situation, and if the Wolf wanted a couple… Then, she was horrified as the blonde’s face turned to her with an expression of shock and despair. Had Bella just thrown the other woman under the bus? Would she really do such a thing to save herself?

“Not… a couple…” the Wolf said slowly, lingering over the words as if tasting them to see how he liked them. Examining her and Alex more closely now, he leaned forward, his sharp gaze obviously taking note of Alex’s protective stance and the way she huddled against him for support. Bella’s cheeks flushed as that intense gaze traveled over her body again. Her nipples had hardened in the cool air of the room, and she prayed the man didn’t read anything into it. She kept her mouth clamped shut.

Maybe it was too late for the blonde, especially with the way Jordan had been acting, but Bella wasn’t going to do anything further to push the other woman to her fate. Bella wasn’t—wouldn’t be—that kind of person.

“Driver said there was another couple following them out of the hotel, begging for a second chance.” Jordan sounded both amused and smug. “From what I understand, these two caught their partners together. I thought you might find the dynamic intriguing.”

God… had it really only been earlier today when she and Alex had discovered Ken and Lisa together? It felt like ages and ages ago. It also felt small and insignificant compared to what they were facing now, although at the time, it had felt like the end of the world.

Bella blinked. The Wolf now looked at her and Alex with an increasingly arrested expression, his feigned interest in Jordan completely abandoned. A sick feeling rose in her gut as she realized Jordan had known exactly what would cause the Wolf to lose interest in the other young woman. And that Bella’s own words had confirmed Jordan’s supposition.

“You may have the blonde,” the Wolf said, waving his hand at the young woman, his cat-like eyes roving over Bella and Alex, very much like a large and dangerous predator.

Beside her, Alex growled “Trish!” and tried to move. The blonde’s name must be Trish. Immediately, several men who had been standing on the sidelines—practically unnoticed compared to the Wolf’s overwhelming presence, and to a lesser extent, Jordan’s—converged on him. One of them grabbed Bella’s ropes and held her in place as well, while the Wolf came down off the dais to examine her and Alex more closely. Alex struggled, and the three men who held him forced him to his knees.

Next to them, Jordan pulled Trish away and lowered his head to whisper in her ear. He held her against his chest in an almost comforting manner, only belied by the way his hand traveled down her naked back to caress her ass. The young woman started sobbing again, but Bella couldn’t focus on that. Not with the Wolf walking toward her.

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