Chapter 59 Not there
Chapter 59: No choice
Milo’s POV
I woke up to an empty feeling in the pit of my stomach. It was like a tight knot that wouldn't refuse to loosen no matter what. I tried to feel for my wolf, Lior, but he didn’t respond. He continued to sulk in a dark corner deep in my mind.
A whine escaped my lips, I was not sure if it was from the softness of the bed I was lying on or the empty feeling that gnawed at me…
I froze
A bed? I was supposed to sleep in my cage, not on a comfortable bed like this…
My eyes flew wide open, and I panicked. The memory of what happened last night played in my mind. That was when I felt him, like a knife that loomed over my head like a shadow.
My heartbeat increased as I turned to see my master. He was seated at the headboard of the bed, looking like every hungry teenager's dream man. He was holding a book. But his eyes continued to glare at me like I had just done something unforgivable. And without needing him to talk, my body started trembling in dread.
I swallowed hard. “G…goodmorning ma…”
“You didn’t sleep in your cage.” came the simple statement that shattered my thoughts.
I froze for a moment, my mind trying to come up with anything.
“I… I didn’t…you told…”
“Enough!” he cutted me off. His voice had the type of calm that screamed danger, in red bold letters. “You broke a rule, pet.”
My body trembled. For once, I noticed how he had called me ‘pet’. Like he was trying to put me in my place.
I remembered him holding me in the night, preventing me from going back to my cage.
had he forgotten?
I tried to tell him what really happened, but my brain chose the moment to shut down. No matter how hard I tried, I could formulate a word. All I could hear was the sound of my blood roaring through my head.
Masters unbearable gaze, locked on mine for a long time, pinning me in place.
Then he moved, rising up from the bed with a precise and sharp fluid movement. My eyes flew to his chiseled bare chest that flexed with his every movement before I could stop myself.
“You will need to be punished,” he said, in an emotionless voice.
My stomach clenched so tightly it hurt.
“P…punished?” I whispered, but I had heard it loud and clear.
Being punished by a master was the worst thing that could ever happen to a pet. I couldn’t stop the tears that welled up in my eyes. But he didn’t spare me another glance.
He crossed the room with the same fluidity, stopping in front of the concealed wall section of the room. I watched in terror as he touched a hidden latch beneath the edge. The sound of a faint click jerked me up. The cabinet shifted slightly, and with one smooth motion, master swung it open.
My heart stopped, literally missing two or three successive beats.
Rows and rows of different instruments and equipment lined up the cardboard section neatly. It was never a storage room, Noo it was a collection of different torturing devices and surgical equipment I have never seen in my life.
Leather straps coiled neatly by the wall. Polished metal cuffs , whips, vibrators, dildos…and other tools I didn’t know what to call them lined up the smooth walls of the office.
He didn’t even glance at me. He just ran a hand along one of the straps, his fingers brushing over it almost fondly before selecting something I couldn’t see from the farthest section.
My heart almost flew out of my chest. My wolf lior became even quieter than before. My body jerked from the loud clicking sound of the door closing.
“Get up, pet. It's time you learn your place in this pack.”
Master's voice boomed inside my head. Its vibration traveled through my body like electricity, causing my body to shiver uncontrollably.
but I didn't know if I was shivering because of fear or from something else entirely.
“Walk faster” master tugged the leash forward, and his hard voice rang in my ears for the hundredth time since we left his room.
I swallowed hard, forcing my legs that won't stop shaking to move faster to match up to his fast pace. but the tight sting of the foreign weight between my thighs continued to slow me down and prevented me from doing so.
“Fuck”
A strangled sound slipped out of my lips before I could stop it. As I cursed at the evil device that was lodged deep inside me, stretching me to the fullest.
“You will keep on wearing this thing until I say otherwise." master had said before he threw the instrument on the bed beside me. It was a thick average plug, and without listening to my protest and pleas, master had forced me to wear the humiliating and degrading piece of instrument.
And now every movement I make, I could feel the bastard shoved deep inside my hole shift and press against my anal walls, sending sharp sparks of pain through my lower body. And he knew it, but continued to bark at me to walk fast3r, as if he was enjoying my suffering and discomfort…maybe he was.
Thankfully there was no one in the hallway, as I don't think I could bear the shame of walking like a baby learning how to walk for the first time. My face heated up at the thoughts, but I swallowed my shame and discomfort down.
“Faster.” Master's voice comes again, eliciting another whimper.
“I…” I couldn't formulate a sentence. Any attempt to walk faster made my body jolt in pain, my insides clenching desperately around the intruder.
I bit my lip so hard it hurt, forcing my pace to quicken. My wolf whined in protest, humiliated, and angry at the treatment, but I didn’t dare protest. The entire walk down the corridor was endless. My back ached with heat and pain combined but I held on. I didn’t want to anger master more. By the time we finally reached the dining room, my legs felt like jelly, threatening to collapse beneath me.
Master took his seat at the head of a ridiculous long mahogany table with calm and precise movement like a king claiming his throne, before tugging at my leash.
I came closer, preparing to sit on the floor beside him, but a hand caught me before I could do that.
“Not there.”