Page 46 of His Toy

“Fuck… no, I don’t mind, but you shouldn’t… I don’t…” Alex floundered for words as her hand began to slide up and down his cock. Fuck, that felt amazing. Heavenly. Like he would mind having Bella jerk him off? Was she insane? He was humbled she wanted to touch him at all after yesterday, much less provide him with sexual relief. It was something he could take care of himself, and part of him felt he should, but something in her tone said this was something she truly wanted to do.

“It’s okay, just kiss me,” she whispered. There was a vulnerability to her request that made him pause. He turned on his side to face her and tipped her head up to see the uncertainty in her eyes.

Her offer absolutely astounded him, though she probably didn’t realize how much her emotions were showing. Hope, worry, and real desire all flickered in her dark eyes, along with a connection he’d never seen before. Something had been growing between them, but they hadn’t had time to notice because of all the crazy shit going on around them.

But for this moment, they co-existed in a little bubble, just the two of them. They were aware of the cameras, but the sheets would keep anyone from seeing too much. And he didn’t care if they saw what he was about to do.

Alex lowered his lips to hers and kissed her. Gently but firmly, he moved his arms carefully around to cup the back of her head and wrap his other arm around her hips to pull her flush against him. Bella moaned a little and wriggled, rocking her hips as he massaged her lower back, tilting her head to open more fully to him. Her fingers tightened around his cock, and he moaned, deepening the kiss as her lips parted for him.

It was a ray of sunshine through the darkness, a slice of something pure amid depravity and trash, a tiny spark of hope to set against the relentless degradation. His hips rocked harder and faster to thrust his cock through her fingers as his pre-cum wet the hole she’d made with her hand. Bella gave herself up to his kiss and allowed him to take her mouth fully, giving him a measure of control he’d been without ever since they’d been taken.

Alex groaned and thrust harder, and the head of his cock stabbed into her soft belly, but instead of moving away, she wriggled closer. He reached down between them and slid his fingers into her pussy and was shocked at how wet and hot she was between the swollen lips. The feel of her arousal coating his fingers blew away the last vestiges of uncertainty, and he groaned as he pressed his fingers deeper.

* * *

The feel of Alex’s fingers parting her folds, pushing into her body, was more intimate and erotic than Bella could have imagined. It didn’t matter that they’d already had sex—multiple times—none of that compared to this stolen moment of pure pleasure. No drugs, no audience, no agendas… Bella squeezed his cock harder and tried to ignore the ring at the base of his shaft as she stroked him, the only reminder of their captivity.

Well, that and the collar around his throat her other hand encountered as she slid it up over his shoulder and neck and into his hair. Alex devoured her with his mouth, their bodies rocking together with heat and need. Bella whimpered and ground herself down on his hand, her swollen clit throbbing as his fingers dipped inside her, probing her wet hole. It felt incredible. He knew exactly how to stroke her, how to touch her, to make her writhe with wanton need. To make her forget everything else and melt into the sensations he created inside her.

His cock throbbed in her hand, and sticky fluid sprayed her stomach, the hot liquid seeming to sear her soft skin. Bella moaned, a bit disappointed. In the past, with Ken, he’d always lost interest in continuing things once he’d achieved his own orgasm. And she’d been so very close to her own.

She should have realized things with Alex would be different.

Instead of pulling away, his kiss deepened further and his fingers pushed completely inside her, stretching her open. Bella gasped with shock as he maneuvered her onto her back, using his body weight to position her the way he wanted—with her legs spread, her pussy open for him. The covers were still over them, so no one could see, but she still felt every movement, every thrust of his fingers; the way his palm cupped her and pressed into her. She groaned and moved her hips up and down in time with his movements, clutching him as his tongue explored her mouth, muffling the anxious sounds that came from her throat.

The pleasure came, fast and hot, buoyed by her excitement and the warmth that spread through her when she realized he had no interest in stopping. The slowly cooling cum on her belly only turned her on more—as if he’d marked her—and reminded her she’d pleasured him, as well. Her pussy tightened down around his fingers, and her hips moved spasmodically as she cried out into his mouth and shuddered with the exquisite ecstasy. He continued to stroke her through her orgasm until she was replete with pleasure, floating on a wave of it.

Only then did he begin to draw away, his kisses coming slower, softer, until he feathered them over her cheeks, lips, and eyelids. Bella made a sound low in her throat as he pulled her in and wiped her belly off with the sheet before moving them to the other side of the bed, away from the soiled sheets. Eventually, this idyll would break, but she was still glad they’d done it. That she’d reached out and touched him.

Something between them, something indefinable, had changed.

When the soldiers finally came to get them and take them to the bathroom and then outside, Bella was much less anxious than usual. She still clung to Alex’s side, and he was more demonstrably protective than ever with his arm secured around her and shooting glares at the soldiers who looked at her, but something within her was calmer. It was like they’d reclaimed what the Wolf had taken from them when he’d drugged her and sent her back to Alex.

Unfortunately, Alex’s new increased protectiveness meant he ended up trying to fight the soldiers when they bent her over the bench in the group shower.

“Calm down, Toy,” one of the women said, laughing as Alex dropped to his knees, his hands going to his collar. Bella shot him a look, her expression pleading with him to listen to the soldier. “Unless you don’t want her to have something to help that poor little asshole you abused yesterday.” She smirked at him and Alex growled. The man behind him pressed down on Alex’s shoulders in warning.

Bella gripped the hard wood of the bench and tried not to whimper as two cream-coated fingers shoved roughly into her asshole. The tiny hole burned and protested, and squeezed tightly to try to force the rude digits out, but they persevered, spreading the cream deep inside her. It would eventually help, but right now the thick fingers and the force being used was more than a little painful. But she didn’t want Alex to realize that; not with the way he was reacting.

So, she kept her head down and bit her lip as the fingers sawed in and out of the tight space, violating her. The sensitive nerve endings had awoken with a vengeance, already sore from being deflowered the day before and now having to tolerate more abuse.

“Hurry up, Vaughn—plug her so that we can take them out to exercise,” one of the other men said, sounding bored.

To Bella’s relief, the fingers were removed, and a plug was pushed in. It was bigger than the ones she’d had before, but it was coated in the same healing cream that had been used to such good effect on both her and Alex since the beginning of their stay, which made it slide easily enough into her rectum. She still winced though and then sighed with relief as it settled inside her. At least it stayed in place instead of pushing or shoving the way the soldier’s fingers had.

She and Alex were led outside, where the day was already bright and sunny. Jordan was there in the pool with Trish, watching her swim laps. Sometimes he confused Bella: although he didn’t care whether Trish was humiliated or exposed to others, he seemed to care for her in his own way. Certainly more than the Wolf did for Bella or Alex. It was strange. Even more strange was that Trish seemed less frightened of him every time Bella saw her. Definitely the opposite of how she felt about the Wolf.

Then again, as far as she could tell, Jordan kept Trish protected from the other soldiers with his possessiveness, and he seemed to keep to a routine. It wasn’t the psychological battering the Wolf favored.

Alex took to the water with fervor, pounding out his frustrations in physical activity. Bella followed more slowly and sighed with relief as the cool water enveloped her body. Swimming with the plug wasn’t comfortable, but her sore insides already felt better thanks to the cream. Right now, she’d take whatever upside she could get.

* * *

When they reached the Wolf’s dais, the man was as busy as he had been yesterday. Alex sat close to Bella while they ate their lunch. He’d worked out hard but not exhausted himself the way he had the day before. They were both quiet, listening to the conversations going on around them, all of which seemed to involve the security of the compound and making ‘space’ for someone. Alex was more and more sure someone important was coming to visit, he just didn’t know who.

And no one said a name, just ‘she.’

Going by the serious faces of the Wolf’s soldiers, Alex could only guess ‘she’ was both dangerous and necessary. A trade was in the works. He heard mutterings about various goods, especially weaponry. He didn’t know what Bella thought about the various snippets they were able to hear and he didn’t want to draw attention to them by trying to talk to her.

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