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That night, Bella and Alex were served dinner in their room, during which time they talked about what might be going on that had the Wolf and his men so busy. Not that either of them were upset about being ignored—although being cooped up in the room meant they couldn’t learn anything more—but it was unusual.

“I feel like we were entertainment this afternoon; a distraction. Like watching tv during a break,” Bella said, a bit miserably. After all, who liked to think of their pain and humiliation in such terms? It still wasn’t comfortable to sit. If she’d thought the butt plugs were bad, the aftermath of anal sex had left her a lot more tender in that entire area. Still, she didn’t say anything about it because she could tell that Alex was still feeling guilty, even though it wasn’t like he could have done anything.

“Yeah… I don’t know exactly what is going on, but I feel like maybe someone important is coming here. For a visit or negotiations or… something,” Alex said. He wasn’t able to look her in the eye, which made her bite her lip in frustration. But bringing it up would only make him more awkward around her. Probably better just to act normal.

“I wonder who.”

The news stations they watched had always focused on the Wolf because he was so interesting and big and splashy. Although everyone knew there were others who ruled over large swaths of the population of Earth, for the most part, the Moon families didn’t pay attention to what didn’t affect their day-to-day lives. Bella was starting to realize how isolated, how ignorant that made them. From the disgruntled look on Alex’s face, he felt the same way.

Neither of them had any real theories, which made their conversation go around in circles a bit, but what else were they supposed to talk about? Eventually, Bella got into bed and watched Alex pace around the room. He ran his fingers over any seams in the wall he could find, especially around the area where they knew the television was.

“He could let us watch something again,” Alex muttered under his breath, obviously referring to the Wolf.

After he’d made several circuits of the room, Alex sighed and stood there, staring at the wall. Bella couldn’t help but admire the muscles in his back and the firm cheeks of his butt. She wondered if he was as sore back there as she was—it wasn’t exactly something she could ask.

Bella was exhausted but she couldn’t fall asleep, and she’d finally figured out why. “Come to bed, Alex,” she said softly, a hint of pleading in her voice.

Alex sighed again and turned around, frustration evident on his face. Bella’s heart twinged; she wished she had a better suggestion for him, but what were they supposed to do other than get their rest? They often needed more than they got. And she couldn’t sleep until Alex was there, holding her and protecting her from the terrors of the night.

If they needed any confirmation someone was watching—after having seen video evidence of their own interlude together—as soon as Alex had himself comfortably settled in bed with his arms wrapped around her, the lights went out. In the darkness, Bella snuggled closer to him and buried her nose in his chest hair to breathe in his masculine scent. His cock hardened against her belly, but typical Alex didn’t make a move to do anything about it.

Part of her wanted to tell him it was okay; she would be happy to be with him like that… but she couldn’t find the words. Besides, she was so tired and finally felt safe and warm in his arms. Darkness dragged her under.

* * *

Alex woke the next morning uncomfortably hard. Having Bella snugged up against him all night had been torturous, but she’d slept a lot better for it, and he wouldn’t deny her any comfort he could give. He cursed both his dick and the cock ring around the base of it that made it impossible for him to go down.

Next to him, Bella stirred sleepily, her hand trailing along his stomach, and he gritted his teeth as he caught her wrist and pulled it away.

“Wha…?” she asked sleepily, blinking her soft brown eyes up at him. A glow appeared in their depths as she registered his presence; a glow he didn’t deserve but that soothed something inside him.

“Morning.” He gave her hand a squeeze. “I guess we’re not getting our usual wake-up call.”

“I guess not.” She glanced at the door then hesitated and looked around. “Do you know if he…”

“I don’t think so,” Alex said. At least, he hoped he wouldn’t have slept through the Wolf coming in and out of the room. Just the idea was disturbing.

Bella shifted, her body brushing across Alex’s cock, and every muscle in his body tensed. Bella gasped and looked down at his cock, which was big and red and angry looking.

“Oh my god, Alex. That looks painful.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said shortly, trying to drag the covers back up over his hips.

“Don’t be stupid, I can help.”

“Bella, no, don’t—” He groaned as she reached underneath the sheet and wrapped her fingers around his cock.

“I don’t mind,” she murmured, pressing her soft curves against him from the side. “As long as you don’t mind… and we keep the sheets up so they can’t see.”

“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.

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.

* * *

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.”

* * *

Back in the room, Alex wrapped Bella up in a hug as soon as they were alone. She clung to him in need of the physical reassurance he was happy to give. Not being able to watch what the Wolf had been doing to her had made that interlude both easier and harder.

“It’s okay,” he murmured into her hair and stroked down the soft skin of her back as he cuddled her close. “It’s okay.”

She stirred in his arms and pulled back to tilt her head and look up at him. Her dark eyes were wide with a kind of shock. “No, Alex it’s not. Did you see what he had on his desk?”

Alex shook his head. He’d been too far back to be able to make out anything on the Wolf’s desk clearly. Bella, sitting on the Wolf’s lap, would have had a much better view, although he hadn’t expected her to look.

“One of the papers—it had the government’s seal on it,” she whispered as she went up on her tiptoes, her voice so low he could barely hear it.

A chill went through him. “Let’s get to the bed,” he said softly.

They wrapped themselves under the sheets, creating a little fort of fabric. It wasn’t soundproof, but it was the best they could do under the circumstances.

Maybe it was a fake.

Maybe it had been stolen.

Maybe someone in power on the Moon was working with the Wolf.

The first option was the most palatable, but if the Wolf could fabricate official documents, it was still frightening. The idea that he might have the means to steal a sealed document was even more so; especially since neither of them had any idea what it might contain and what he might be able to gain from it.

Deep down, they both believed it was the latter: he had come by it genuinely. It would make sense, wouldn’t it? The mercenaries hired by the Moon never came close to catching the Wolf. Those on the Moon had always assumed that was because almost all the mercenaries came from Earth. But what if they were wrong? What if it was because the Wolf was always one step ahead, thanks to his allies in power?

There were other questions, too, though. Was the Wolf telling the truth about when he’d released Abby? If he was, why hadn’t she gotten out of the hospital until today? The news reports had always indicated the Wolf’s captives were returned to their families immediately… but what if they weren’t? What if the reason they never spoke about their ordeal was because someone on the Moon was keeping them quiet?

Bella was the one coming up with the questions, even as Alex tried to convince her it didn’t matter—wouldn’t matter—until after they escaped, anyway. He had to stay focused; they had to stay focused on the immediate goal at hand. It wasn’t like they could do anything until they got out of there, anyway. But Bella wouldn’t let it go.

“Even if we manage to escape,” she whispered, “if there’s someone working on the Moon with him, who says we’ll even make it home?”

“They can’t all be working with him,” Alex insisted. “The news would leak out. Someone in the media would have figured it out. The Wolf isn’t all-powerful.”

They lay on their sides, facing each other, hands clasped between them, and so close all he would have to do was lean forward an inch to kiss her. She bit down on her lower lip and worried it between her teeth.

“No one’s stopped him before. It doesn’t have to be everyone, just a couple of key people. Or maybe even a small group.”

They debated in whispers, back and forth, until their dinner arrived, and they came out from under the covers to eat. From the little glances Bella gave him, Alex could tell she wasn’t happy with his determination to remain focused on escape rather than on the new information she’d discovered.