Chapter 4 A Slave Or A F*ck Toy?
Isabella's POV
l wrapped my arms around myself, my knees threatening to buckle. The guard who’d dragged me here hadn’t left. Was it him? Was Landon going to share? My stomach twisted so hard I thought I’d be sick.
The guard finally moved but not toward me. He gave me a shove that sent me stumbling forward.
“They’ll deal with you.”
I caught my balance and looked up. Two women stood near a doorway leading to what looked like a bathroom. Tthey were dressed in simple servant’s clothes but their faces were unforgiving as everyone else’s here.
Before I could even take a breath, their hands were on me. They didn’t ask. They just grabbed.
“Wait! What are you...?”
“Quiet, rogue filth,” one of them hissed, her fingers digging into my arm as she yanked me toward the bathroom.
The other one snorted.
“Look at her. She doesn’t even deserve the water.”
I was dragged into a spacious, tiled bathroom. Steam was already rising from a filled tub but there was nothing comforting about it. This was a cleaning, not a relaxation session.
They started tearing at my clothes, the rough fabric of my dirty tunic ripping at the seams.
“Hey! Stop it!” I protested, trying to bat their hands away. It was like trying to fight two very determined, very angry wolves.
“You think the Alpha wants to smell your stink?” the first woman sneered. “You reek of fear and rogue poverty.”
“Weak. Pathetic. Your traitor bloodline ends with you. You should be on your knees thanking him for the honor.”
Honor? This was an honor? I was too busy trying to cover myself to argue. They forced me into the tub. The water was scalding hot and I yelped but a hand on my head shoved me under.
I came up sputtering, my eyes stinging. They didn’t use soft soaps or gentle sponges. It was a harsh scratchy brush that burned my skin. scrubbing me while muttering insults the whole time.
“Ungrateful wretch.”
“No-good lineage.”
“Probably has fleas.”
I just shut my eyes and took it. What else could I do? Fight them and have Landon himself come in? The thought made me go limp as humiliation washed over me hotter than the bathwater.
When they decided I was finally ‘clean’ enough for their Alpha’s royal presence, they hauled me out and I stood there, dripping and shivering, utterly exposed.
One of the women threw a towel at me. It was the first almost-decent thing anyone had done and it was probably just so I wouldn’t drip on the expensive rugs.
Then the other held up a garment.
It was made of a dark, flimsy lace, completely see-through. It would hide absolutely nothing.. my whole body, my breasts… everything was on display. It was less clothing and more a cruel joke.
“You can’t be serious,” I whispered, my voice hoarse.
The woman just smirked.
“The Alpha likes to see what he owns.”
They dressed me in the thing. I felt more naked than I had in the tub. Then came the worst part.. they led me back to the massive bed and attached to one of the thick wooden posts was a chain with a cuff.
They clamped it around the same iron collar that still circled my neck. I was chained to Alpha Landon’s bed.
The two women stepped back, looked me over with expressions of pure disdain and then left without another word. The door closed and silence descended, broken only by the crackle of the fire and the frantic hammering of my own heart.
I was alone.. chained and dressed in nothing but humiliation.. waiting.
This is it, Isabella. This is where the real nightmare starts. My imagination, which had been so kind as to supply me with all sorts of awful scenarios earlier, had gone completely silent. It didn’t need to work anymore. Reality was worse.
I pulled at the chain but it was stupid and I knew it, but I had to try. The metal bit into the collar, which in turn bit into my neck. I was well and truly stuck.
I sank onto the edge of the bed, the sheer, stupid lace riding up. I was just contemplating whether chewing my own arm off was a viable option when the door opened again.
My head snapped up as Alpha Landon stepped inside.
He didn’t look at me at first. The two women who had bathed me must have been waiting right outside because they scurried in behind him. They bowed so low their noses almost touched their knees.
“Alpha,” they said in unison, their voices trembling with a fear I completely understood.
Landon didn’t even acknowledge them. He just gave a barely perceptible jerk of his head and they practically fell over each other getting out of the room, closing the door softly behind them.
Then his eyes landed on me.. those beautiful brutal eyes. They swept over me, from my frightened face down to the see-through lace and the chain that held me fast.
There was no warmth in that gaze.. no desire.. inly possession and assessment. Like he was looking at a new weapon he’d acquired.
I scrambled backward on the bed, until the chain pulled taut and I could go no further. It was a pathetic, useless effort, but my body did it anyway.
He began to undress.. slowly and methodically. He pulled off his jacket, then the shirt underneath, revealing a chest covered in scars and dark tattoos. He was… magnificent and utterly terrifying.
He didn’t say a word.. he just approached the bed, staring at me for a long endless moment and then his hand went to the chain. With a simple, effortless tug, he loosened it from the post.
I tried to push myself away but it was no use. The chain was still attached to my collar and he was reeling me in.. closer.. and closer.
My heart was beating so fast I thought it would just give up. He dragged me right to the edge of the bed until I was within his reach. His free hand came up and I flinched, expecting a blow.
But it didn’t come.. Instead, his fingers, surprisingly warm, brushed against the lace over my breast. Then his hand cupped my boob, squeezing with a firm impersonal pressure.
I gasped with a jolt of sensation... fear, shock and a traitorous thread of pleasure... shooting through me.
I hated it.. I hated that my body could feel anything but revulsion.
His fingers trailed down, over my stomach and slipped beneath the lace hem of the ‘gown’ and into my pussy!
I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself. His touch was… expert. Knowing. And against my will, a moan escaped my lips as his finger slid deeper into my little pussy.
He stopped instantly and a dangerous growl rumbled in his chest.. it was the first sound he’d made.
“This is not for your pleasure,” he said, coldly. “Do not be a slut about it.”
The words were like a slap.. shame burned my cheeks..!
Then he moved quickly and suddenly, I was flipped onto my stomach, my face pressed into the expensive bedding and he hoisted the flimsy lace dress up around my waist, exposing my ass completely.
I heard the rustle of his pants.. this was it.. this was really it.
With a single, brutal thrust, he rammed a meaty and huge flesh into me!
I cried out in a strangled groan of pain and shocking with unwelcome pleasure tearing from my throat. It was too much.. his cock was too much!
One hand fisted in the chain attached to my collar, pulling it tight against my throat, not enough to choke me but enough to remind me I was leashed and owned.
“I'm going to need you to open those legs wider for me." he growled against my ear.