Special Ava
“Bad girls don’t get to taste dick, all they get is soap, and that’s all you’ll be getting today, Ava Maynard.”
Lucas forcefully plunged the penis-shaped soap deep into her mouth, parting her lips with it and giving the first brutal thrust. He pushed it deep into her throat making her choke and gag, giving no expression at her discomfort while her thrusted it in and out of her. She tried to take all of its length and girth but it was a struggle to do so, and he wouldn’t relent from the slippery strokes to give her time to breathe. She tried to reach for his hands where it gripped her hair, holding her head up in place, she tugged at the restraints many times but it was futile.
Tears were now running down her cheeks from the gagging and she didn’t know how much more she could take, she began to plead with her eyes, since her mouth was now occupied with so much foam and the soapy dick thrusting in and out of it.
She gave him a look that says, “please I’ll be obedient next time,” as she closed her eyes in defeat.
The minute he saw the tears in her eyes, he abruptly stopped and pulled the cock from her mouth, throwing it on the ground near the bed. He was too fast for her; she wasn’t able to see his emotion before he climbed down from the bed and proceeded to put his pants back on. He then went back to the bed and removed the restraints that held her hands and legs, throwing a sheet at her to cover her naked body.
“Kiron!”
“Yes master,” his wolf guard entered.
“Go to Filip, tell him to double up on the security that guards my mates’ quarters. I mustn’t hear that she tried to escape again.”
“Yes master,” Kiron said as he hurried off.
He turned back to the whimpering Ava who was still seated on his bed, holding the sheets up against her breasts, she was more than glad that the unspeakable torture was over.
“Get out!” He told her without sparing a glance.
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Ava ran out of his room as fast as her legs could carry her; she wasn’t sure why he didn’t finish but she was sure glad that he stopped, no need to care the reason why, she thought as she stopped to wipe her tears. What bothered her mind the most was the way she felt afterwards, she hated it. Seeing him fucking their mouths should make her hate him more, right? It didn’t, instead, it made her want him more. Why should the mate bond have to be so cruel? Why should the mate bond make her want a man that punishes her so? Was it a crime to want your own freedom? Was it a crime to want to be free from someone like him? She wondered as the tears began their journey down her face again. This was too much for her, she needed a form of solace, comfort; anyone to turn to, but there was no one surrounding her. But wait, that kind woman, Nani Rosalyn. She said she could always come to meet her if she needed anything. Could she seek her advice on what to do? Because at this point, she didn’t know; there was no one else to turn to, not even Layla could help her.
Another problem; she didn’t know where to find her even if she wanted to. This pack house was so big, and now Lucas had made it hard for her to leave her room as he’d doubled up the security surrounding her quarters. Maybe she’d serve come to her breakfast tomorrow, now she needed to rest. The night was nearly over and she wanted to get some more shut eye even though she’d already slept before.
She just entered her room and slumped on her bed. She would ask for Nani’s advice on what to do if she came tomorrow, that woman knew a lot about Lucas. Maybe there was something she could tell her about him that would help her, she thought as she let out a yawn.
‘Hey Layla,’ she called out to her wolf. ‘I’m sorry we didn’t make it out today, but we will someday. I promise. I love you.’
Layla only let out a howl, acknowledging what she said.
‘I love you dear Ava,’ she heard her whisper the last time before she dozed off.
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