“Walk,” he snapped, and her feet started moving of their own accord.
They headed down to the training rooms, and the closer they got, the more she began to shake. She was exhausted from doing nothing for days, from so many hours sitting on the hard concrete, from so many hours shaking, and now she found lifting each foot felt like a monumental effort.
“In there,” he issued another order as they passed an open door, and she hated how he was speaking to her like she was a dog, already no longer human in his eyes.
Stepping into a room, she looked around with wide, fearful eyes. There was a weird, padded vault-looking thing in the room, and on the walls hung several whips and paddles.
Her heartrate kicked up several notches, and if Mateo hadn't stepped in after her and closed the door behind him, then she probably would have backed up and gone running back to her cell. At least no one touched her while she was in there.
Speaking wouldn't be allowed, she got that even without him having to expressly tell her, but still Ally couldn’t help looking over her shoulder. “What are you going to do to me?”
Instead of answering, he stepped in close, towering over her, and she didn't feel safe this time, secure in his presence. She just felt afraid. Terrified. So scared, a tiny bit of pee began to trickle down the inside of her leg before she could stop it.
“On the floor, on your back,” he said instead of offering her any sort of answer.
One thing Mateo had been insistent on when they were together was that she should always be open and honest with him. He was upfront and told her he was going to nudge her out of her comfort zone, that he wanted her to try new things, learn more about herself, but that if she ever didn't want to do anything, all she had to do was tell him, and he’d never ever force her.
She was positive, that no longer applied.
He didn't care that she didn't want this, if she told him, he’d hurt her, she knew it, could read it in his blank expression.
Taking a few steps backward, she hesitantly lay down on the floor, on her back, just like he’d instructed her to. Once again, this room was concrete, and her bones pressed painfully into it. Barely breathing, she waited to find out what he was going to do to her next. There was something coming, she knew it, it was why she was here. But how was he going to whip her with her lying on the floor like this?
“Bend your knees up, spread your legs as far as you can. I want a perfect view of what belongs to me,” Mateo ordered.
A protest was on the tip of her tongue. So many days in the bedroom with him asking her to do things, pushing against her limits, helping her find what aroused her, making it instinct to pipe up, even though there was no one else she was honest with in the way she had been with Mateo.
Now as his hungry gaze stared at her bare center as she did as he commanded, there was no arousal. Sex with Mateo had always been a dream come true. He pushed her, but he was a giving lover, opening up a whole new world to her, and helping her learn she was a whole lot more adventurous than she’d always believed.
“Reach between your legs, spread yourself open wider,” Mateo told her.
Shaking hands did what he asked, touching her dry center to give him a better view, while tears streamed down her cheeks, humiliation smothering her like a heavy blanket. The thought of Mateo touching her now made her feel sick.
August 16th
10:50 A.M.
Ally would never believe it, but this was hell for him, too.
Watching his girl, a woman he had already been falling in love with, had fallen halfway the first day he saw her, lying on the floor, her trembling hands still holding herself wide open for his perusal, was a special kind of hell.
Especially with that damn bracelet on. It mocked him as the diamond caught the light, glittering and reminding him of happier times. Times when he would have thought it was sexy as hell seeing her bare and laid out before him. But he didn't want to be looking at her like this. It would be different if they were back home and he had her spread out before him in his bed, or hers. If that was the case, he’d bury his head between her legs and take his time building her up to an orgasm. Probably ease off when he felt she was close, then build her back upagain. Repeating that process until she was a begging, pleading, writhing mess beneath him. Then he’d push her over the edge, have her screaming his name as a powerful orgasm tore through her.
That was what his girl deserved.
Not this.
Never this.
Doubting that his plan to be her trainer was the right one, he found it easy to think it was what was best for Ally when they weren't alone in a room together. It was quite another to be actually here with her, so very aware that the camera was filming their every interaction. It wasn't likely that anyone was watching it right now, the footage was more for potential buyers, some of whom enjoyed seeing how their slaves were trained.
But he had to be careful in case someonewaswatching. Just because it was unlikely didn't make it impossible. There was a chance no one would ever see what happened in this room, but given that Ally being here was a test for him, he was pretty sure that Griffin at least would watch to make sure he wasn't going easy on her.
Which of course he was going to try to do.
She wouldn't believe it if he told her, but he had chosen a training session that was a whole lot better than she would have gotten from anyone else. Ally was going to be humiliated, there was no avoiding that, and this wouldn't be fun for her, but he wasn't going to lay a hand on her, and he wasn't going to inflict any pain.
Dragging in a breath, he pulled out a small tube from his back pocket.Sorry, little mouse, trust me, this is better than you really could have hoped for.