Page 35 of Defending Mateo
This was really happening.
She was sold.
It was done.
All that had to happen now was for the man who had bought her from a single photo of her dressed in a skimpy princess dress to collect her. After that, she might never be seen or heard from again. Mateo’s entire plan hinged on her being taken to the place where the man who had bought her lived. But what if he didn't take her there? What if he had a secret location to hide her away? If he did, even if Prey were able to locate her new owner, arrest him, and do whatever it was they did to try to get suspects to talk, he might never give up her location.
She could be lost forever.
When the door swung open, Ally was still standing right in the middle of the room where Mateo had left her. Her gaze swung to the large man who strolled inside. He had dark skin and was short, not much taller than her own five-foot-three frame, maybe an inch or two. He was, however, a whole lot rounder. She’d been toned before, now she was skinnier than she’d been a week ago, having lost a few pounds from lack of food.
Dark eyes gave her a onceover that made her shudder, and before she dropped her gaze to the floor, she noticed a row of even, bright white teeth smiling at her like they were old friends.
“Even more beautiful in person,” the man gushed. He had an accent, maybe from somewhere in the South Pacific. If that was true, it would take hours to travel there, maybe that really would give Prey enough time to follow them and get to her not long after they arrived, minimizing what this man had a chance to do to her.
Although it also left a lot of hours on a plane where she would be completely at his mercy.
“I love this outfit on you,” he continued, stepping forward until his crisp black shoes came into her line of sight.
When he reached out and tugged the plunging neckline down enough to bare her breasts, she stiffened but didn't move. Circling the pad of a finger around one of her nipples, he then pinched it between his fingers, squeezing hard enough that she let out a yelp and tried to pull back.
“Stay still,” the man commanded, still smiling at her. “I don’t tolerate disobedience of any kind. Your profile stated you were perfectly trained and would do everything required of you without complaint. Was that a lie?”
Was she supposed to answer that?
Uncertain, Ally just fixed her gaze back on the floor.
“Very good, little princess.” A thumb hooked under her chin, nudging her until she looked up. “You may answer. Are you going to be my good, well-behaved princess?”
“Y-yes,” she murmured.
“Good. Then spread your legs. Are you wet and aching down there, princess? Needy?”
Now that he drew her attention to the throbbing between her legs, it seemed much stronger than it had a moment ago. As badly as she didn't want him touching her, her body had other ideas. It begged for any stimulation, from anyone, anything to give it some relief. Ally gave a shaky nod as she did as he requested and spread her legs apart, and he beamed at her, all those straight white teeth on display.
“Is this what you want, princess?” he asked as he swatted a hand against her center.
There was a sting of pain, but the stimulation against her swollen bundle of nerves was good too, and she moaned, her hips thrusting forward, seeking more before she could stop it.
“There you go, princess. You love that, don’t you? Do you want to come for me?”
This time, it was clear he didn't want an answer. His hand came down on her center again, and again, and again, until her hips were rocking, her head tipped back, and she moaned as she chased the rush of pleasure building inside her.
Half expecting him to stop when she was about to come, the man didn't. Instead, he grabbed her bud, rolled it roughly between his fingers, and she detonated. As she rode the wave of pleasure, she saw the man bring his fingers to his lips and lick them clean.
“Such a perfect little princess. Come, we have a long journey home,” he told her.
Someone stepped up behind him, another man with dark skin and straight white teeth. This man held something out to the man before her, and he took it. It was a collar, studded with diamantes, or maybe if he really was rich enough to purchase her, they were real diamonds. He leaned in and put the collar around her neck before attaching a diamond-studded leash to it.
Then he took the other end of the leash and began to walk.
With no choice but to follow, she trailed along after him, struggling to keep up with him even though he waddled as he walked, because she was shaking so badly that walking in the heels was difficult.
Ally kept expecting to see Mateo. For him to come running to her rescue. Riding in on his metaphorical white horse to rescue her.
But he didn't come.
Wasn't anywhere to be seen.
