by C Y Jones
“Yeah, Aspen’s friend is full of surprises. Listen, you need to go,” he says, handing me the robe and I eye it like it’s going to bite me.
“Wait, what’s going on?” Trevor asks as he holds on to his mate protectively.
“You wouldn’t have another one of these handy?” I ask, tilting my head at the robe. “I told Trevor I would get his mate out of here,” I explain.
“No just the one,” Logan murmurs casting a hard look at the two. Although Kimberly is very beautiful and naked right now from the shift, I know he’s not looking at her in that way. He’s trying to analyze if they can be trusted.
“You can trust them,” I tell him, and his eyes soften.
“I don’t have time for explanations. The diversion Mekka has started won’t last long. If she’s coming then you’re going to have put the robe on her and chance sneaking out of here without it. The magic in it will allow her to shift with it on and not tear.”
“Ok, I’m cool with that,” I reply, looking at the couple.
Trevor turns to his mate and gives her a deep kiss as he holds his palm on her small rounded belly. Turning away, my brother and I give them their privacy as they say their goodbyes. Once done, I hand Kimberly the cloak, and once she puts it on she disappears from sight. My wolf senses can’t even pick her up, but since Trevor isn’t freaking out, I know she’s still here.
“Only her mate can sense her,” Logan says, confirming my thoughts.
Turning to me, Trevor gives me a look filled with hope and pain. “Take care of my mate,” he says.
“Take care of my brother or Aspen will kill you,” I say, trying to lighten the mood. No one likes goodbyes, but sometimes they’re what’s best.
With that I shift and take off through the woods. I make sure I keep an easy pace for Kimberly to follow as well as keep myself covered as we sneak our way out. Whatever distraction they started is working well, because I hardly see any guards on the way out. Soon we make it to the edges of the territory and we’re trotting down the dirt road. I keep us in the tree line. Even though she can’t be seen, I damn sure can and a wolf just walking around is never a good thing. About halfway down the road, well away from the pack lands, I see Mekka’s idling car with him behind the wheel. He cocks a brow when he sees me in wolf form, but doesn’t say anything just opens the door and I shift. Kimberly shifts beside me having taken the cloak off and Mekka’s eyes really grow wide.
“I’ll explain on the drive out of here,” I tell him and he nods, tossing me some clothes. While I change, Kimberly pulls her dress out her pack and tosses it on. I pull the back door open for her and she steps inside.
“You’re going to have to keep that cloak on until we can break your bond with your pack or your Alpha will be able to find you,” Mekka tells her. Understanding, she puts the cloak back on and she disappears from sight again.
I forgot about that. Hopefully April will be able to do something for her and she doesn't have to keep walking around like the invisible man until we can get her to Tyler. Without wasting another second, Mekka hits the gas and we take off down the dirt road in a trail of dust.
Axil
I watch the debauchery going on around me with disinterested eyes as I fume over what’s put me in a foul mood. Let me rephrase that, whom put me in a bad fucking mood. Aspen. My beautiful mate who’s proving to be a lot harder to train than I would like. But didn’t I already expect that? Isn’t that why I find her so fucking intriguing? Sure she’s beautiful. There are many wolves here in my pack that are lookers. Like Toya. She’s fucking gorgeous, and I wouldn’t have minded keeping her as a piece on the side, but she let jealousy get in the way, and had to open her mouth for something other than sucking my dick, so she had to pay. My eyes roam over her sister Rachel, who’s currently naked on all fours on top of my table getting spit roasted by Robert and Jax. I wonder if she still thinking about her sister as her pussy is getting rammed in by Jax’s not so gentle assault that’s impaling her mate’s cock down her throat? Judging by the sounds she’s making, I don’t think so.
My eyes flicker to the dark corner where Sophie is currently standing with a huge dildo jammed up her ass with the tip of her nose just touching the corner of the wall. She was put in timeout after voicing her displeasure over Jax fucking Rachel. She’s lucky he didn’t kill her. It seems like my mate’s disobedience is spreading, and I don’t like it. Normally I would have dealt with Sophie myself. Had her bent over and chained in the stocks outside while I fucked her ass until it bleeds, but the only wolf I care about disciplining is locked in a cage in my office. She’s been in there for a couple days now and she’s just as fucking stubborn as she was when I first put her in there.
“What got your panties in a twist?” Brian asks with an amused look on his face. He’s watching one of the human slaves standing in the shadows of the room waiting on our beck and call to serve us. Tonight they’re dressed in nothing but a thin lace apron that barely covers them as they hold up their trays in one hand lifted in the air.
“What makes you think there's something bothering me?” I answer deflecting.
“Because I know you better than yourself. No way in hell would you have let Sophia get away with what she said without punishing her yourself, and you’re watching the others fuck like you want to rip their throats out. Normally you would be getting in on the action.”
An accurate analysis, but I’m not admitting shit to the big bastard. “Jax is well qualified to discipline his own mate,” I say, waving my hand over at the corner. She doesn't know we’re talking about her. She has headphones on blarring the sounds of her mate fucking into her ears. Even from here, I can smell the salt from her tears, so I would say her punishment is working.
“Hmm,” Brian hums.
“What?” I ask annoyed.
“You know, you still could have kept Toya around if Aspen is going to be difficult. Well, at least kept her until Aspen was trained. She’s spoiled and had too much freedom running around her father’s pack.”
Clenching my teeth. I try not to react to his words. He’s right, of course. Aspen is spoiled, and doesn’t know the ways of our pack, but I knew that. I’ve been keeping tabs on her as soon as I chose her to be my mate. Her father thinks he found me, but it was I who made sure I was the only avenue he could turn to to solve his problems. The first time I saw Aspen I made sure she was going to be mine. My spies in his pack reported to me weekly about her. I grew to love her more and more with every mean and terrible thing she did to taunt her pack. Her father may not have known what was going on with his daughter, but I did. The only mistake I did make was letting her grow close to those twins, but fuck, with the way she treated them I never imagined they were her true mates.
“Toya is nothing more than a stupid cunt and I was growing tired of her anyways. Her pussy has been in almost every male in the pack,” I reply, still pissed Toya had to fuck up and ruin my plans. I wouldn’t mind her big tits bouncing in my face while she rode my dick right now, and later she could have feasted on my feisty mate’s cunt. “Did you take care of her?” I ask after a few moments of silence.
“Yes,” he laughs. “The little slut let me and the men gangbang her, thinking that would help her.”
“See? My point exactly,” I say, raising my brow.
“Since when do you care if they’re faithful? A warm hole feels all the same whether it’s being used by one wolf or ten,” he counters as he eyes the fuckfest in front of us. Jax and Robert have been sharing and passing around their females for as long as I can remember. Being mated changed nothing.
“That’s not true. I bet my sweet Aspen’s cunt is way tighter than that sluts.”
“Well, she’s gone now. Her body will make an interesting batch,” he says in a low voice.
I turn my eyes on Rachel, making sure she’s not paying attention to our conversation. Both Jax and Robert have their cocks shoved up her ass, so it’s a safe bet that she’s nice and distracted.
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p; “With Aspen here, we need to be careful about production. There's a new shipment of supes coming in soon, as well as some more wolves from her father’s pack. They will be delivered in a couple days, so tomorrow I’ll start her training, and when I feel like she’s ready, I’ll drive her back to her father’s where we’ll be mated. Then I won’t care if she finds out about what’s going on here or not. Tomorrow let her father know I accept the mate contract and will be keeping her longer.”
“Alright boss,” Brian says as he motions the human slave over. She lowers her tray and he takes it from her, putting it on the floor. In seconds, he has her pinned against the wall as he pounds into her slim body.
Bored, my eyes land on the camera in the room. I know with how the cage is positioned in the office Aspen can see the screens clearly. Using the remote, I turn off all cameras except the one in here, and adjust it so that it's trained squarely on my position on the sette. Motioning the other human slave over, Lala I think that’s her name. I know she’s the one that has been tending to Aspen before she was put in the time out cage. She walks slowly with her eyes wide in fear. My wolves and I haven’t touched her since she’s been here and she has seen many human slaves come and go, always without a pulse. Human bodies are so fragile, their bones too breakable. When she’s within distance, I throw the tray in her hand on the floor and rip the apron from her body. Hmm, she has a nice rack. I wonder why I never fucked her before?
“Get on your knees,” I order and she does what she’s told without hesitation despite her fear. Fear that’s starting to fill the room like a strong perfume. “I don’t think I need to tell you what I want,” I tell her in a smooth voice, and she shakes her head.
With trembling fingers, she unfastens my jeans and my large cock springs out. Tentatively, she wraps her mouth around my dick, and I palm the back of her head, applying pressure and tilt my hips to fuck her face myself. I don’t have the patience for her shyness, and I want to give Aspen quite the show. This is her first lesson. I want to drive in the point that others will pay for her defiance. With the camera recording me, I fuck her throat raw with all the anger and frustration I have over my mate. When I’m done with her throat, I move on to her pussy, and then her ass. All night long, she’s passed around the room until early dawn, where we leave her unconscious and drenched in cum. If she knows what’s good for her, she’ll be up in time to start her morning chores.
11
Aspen
I wake to a pounding headache. I’ve been locked in this cage for days and my body has like a million cramps in it from being stuck in the hunched position for so long. Sometimes I’ll shift into my wolf, but without proper food, I soon run out of energy to do so. I’m only allowed out once a day by Lala so she can clean my cage and allow me to have a five minute shower. Afterwards, she feeds me some bland porridge and a glass of water, and back into the cage I go until the next morning when she repeats the process. That’s how I know I’ve been here for three days. Three days to do nothing but plot how much I’m going to kill Axil. Of course every evening he’ll pay me a visit, asking if I’m ready to play nice, and every evening I’ll tell him to fuck off. Maybe it’s not the smartest retort, but I refuse to give in.
I can feel my body deteriorating. My wolf whines over her hunger. It’s almost enough for me to give in to Axil. After all, it’s just my body he wants. Especially after what I saw last night. I know Axil punishing Lala was his way at getting back at me. Everything she suffered was my fault. I still can’t get the look of her face out my mind as they all used her body all night long. I couldn’t sleep, nor could I take my eyes off the screen, knowing it’s my fault she was going through such torture. Axil is all about his mind games.
When the door opens and the sound of heavy footsteps enter the room, I’m surprised it’s a pair of mens boots standing in front of my cage instead of the heels I’m used to. Looking up my gaze meet Axil's silver orbs.
“Did you enjoy the show?” He asks with a cruel smile.
“It was boring and put me right to sleep,” I retort. If he’s going to fuck with me then I’ll return the favor.
“I don’t believe that. I’m sure if I play the recording from in here back, I’ll see that the show had your rapt attention all night long.”
The way he says it makes me sure he has already done just that, so I shrug.
Crouching down until we’re practically face to face, he says, “are you ready to play nice, or do I need to have your pretty little friend brought in here to entertain my dick some more?”
The threat is clear. It’s either her or me. The question is am I that horrible to allow him to hurt her? As if he knows exactly what I’m thinking, he adds, “last night would be considered easy for what I have planned for her if you deny me.”
Swallowing hard, I avert my gaze from him and say the damning words that’ll save Lala, but leave me making a deal with the devil. “I’ll be good.”
Clearly happy he’s getting his way, he opens the cage and gathers me up in his arms. He carries me to the bathroom where he sits me down on the toilet and runs the bath, adding bubbles and a sweet smelling oil. When it fills up, he gathers me back up and gently places me in the water.
“You’ve lost a lot of weight,” he comments as he lathers a washcloth and moves it across my body.
Well no shit. That’s what happens when you’re only allowed a cup of bland porridge once a day to eat and a single glass of water, but I keep my smart retort to myself as I watch him move the cloth over my body. When he gets to my tits, he spends extra time kneading and caressing the flesh. I try to close my eyes and pretend it’s one of my mates touching me, and it works until he gets to my pussy and growls for me to open my eyes.
“I want you to see just who made you cum,” he says in a rough voice right before he drops the cloth and moves his finger in my pussy, rubbing my hardened pearl.
Another finger pushes it’s way inside and he scissors them before picking up a steady rhythm rubbing my clit. My breathing starts to quicken and when he leans his face forward to lick and suck on my nipples, I feel myself grow wet as his fingers move slicker inside me.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmurs against my skin. “Cum on my fingers, baby.”
What is happening? Why am I turned on? This is Axil fingerbanging me, not my men. Why would my body betray me like this? His suction on my tits grow harder, and I know he’ll leave a mark. With a growl, he releases my tit and uses one hand to undo his jeans. His thick ass cock springs out and he grabs my hand to jerk him off like he did in the car. I do as he wants while his fingers inside me pushes me to the edge. When I’m close, he urges me to move my hand up and down his thick length faster. Seconds later I cum, spasming around his fingers and he jumps up, taking over jerking his cock. With a roar, he cums and thick ropes of his seed splash all over my face and tits.
“Fuck, you look beautiful covered in my seed,” he says, pulling out his cell from his back pocket and to my horror, snaps a couple of photos of me. “Open your mouth wide,” he orders, and I do as he says.
His dick is still hard, and he shoves it in my mouth, snapping pictures of my lips wrapped around him. I never felt so humiliated, especially when he uses his balls to rub his cum around my face and then snaps pictures of him tea bagging me. I’m relieved when it's over and he washes his cum off my face and tits. He doesn’t allow me to wear any clothes, instead he sits me at the table where Lala has a real meal of pancakes and bacon ready with a glass of orange juice. I can’t look her in the eyes. I still feel bad over everything she suffered last night even after what I was just subjected to. Needing the substance, I gobble up the food while Axil watches me with a calculating gaze. While I’m eating, he removes his pants and calls Lala over. Her eyes widen in fear when she sees his hard cock standing at attention.
“What are you doing? You said you’d leave her alone,” I cry out as she whimpers and kneels in front of him.
“I did, but I didn’t say it’ll be f
or the whole day,” he replies with a wicked smile on his handsome face. He yanks her hair hard, and she cries out as he pushes her head down onto his cock.
“Please Axil, let her go,” I beg, hoping he has enough decency to listen. Of course that’s just wishful thinking, a waste of fucking hope. Axil doesn’t have a decent bone in his body.
“I’m a businessman, Aspen. What are you willing to give me to let her go?”
Good fucking question. What am I willing to give? Submitting to him earlier clearly didn’t work. He’ll just keep holding Lala over me if I continue to let him get his way, so I call his bluff.
“Nothing. I’m willing to give you nothing,” I answer.
Surprise flashes across his face, but soon it’s covered by unfiltered anger. Yanking Lala by her hair, he stands and bends her over the table. Ripping her panties at the side, he thrusts himself all the way to the hilt and she cries out in pain. I’m sure she’s sore from last night, and this is very painful for her right now. Pulling out, he slams inside her again and again until his cock is coated with her blood, then he pounds into her like a feral beast. Wrapping her hair in his fist, he yanks, pulling on her hair painfully until she’s facing me and I’m forced to watch her tears stream down her face and hear her screaming in pain. Soon she grows limp and he roars his release inside her as his cold gaze never leaves mine. Once he’s done using her, he just tosses her to the side like trash, and I run to her body checking her pulse. There's isn’t any. She’s dead, and I’m sure he knows it. Because of me, a girl lost her life. He doesn’t say anything when he stalks back to the bathroom, and I hear the shower running. I stay on the floor sitting cross legged by her dead body as I cry for a girl I didn’t know, but it’s my fault she’s dead.
After his shower, Axil gathers me up and tosses me on the bed. I don’t fight. I don’t react. I’m numb. His huge body crawls over mine, and he sinks his face in between my legs and start to feast on my pussy. My body reacts and grows wet, my mouth moans, but my mind isn’t there. I’m lost in a dark room surrounded by fog. When I cum I cry out, but I do not feel the pleasure of the release, nor do I feel it when he grabs my bare feet and uses them to rub up and down his dick until he comes, roaring my name. I knew the sick bastard had a foot fetish.