Page 29 of Defending Mateo
“No wonder. She’s perfect, so obedient, so eager to please, aren't you, one four zero?” Henry asked as he snagged the remote for the toy still strapped between her legs and switched it to high.
The pressure on her still-swollen, oversensitive bud was too much, yet there was no way to stop it. The leather belts kept the toy securely pressed against her, so she had no choice but to ride out the growing wave of sensation.
A moan fell from her lips as Henry chuckled, clearly amused at her discomfort.
Mateo was not. He was angry.
“You're wasting time,” he snapped. “Griffin wants her photographed and up for sale immediately. Thinks the natural red hair plus the fact she’s so obedient means she’s going to get snapped up almost straightaway.”
Mateo’s hand curled around her arm. To look at you’d think he was gripping her tightly, because when she looked down, she could see his knuckles had gone white. But he was barely touching her at all. His fist instead clenched around nothing. His thumb was on her, though, rubbing small, soothing circles where no one could see.
Offering her the only comfort he could as her legs trembled as he led her down the corridor. The orgasm built quickly, and it meant little to her body that she didn't want it, that it made her both angry and sad, it came rushing through her anyway.
With a cry that was porn-worthy, she came before they even got where they were going. Because the toy couldn’t be removed,the pleasure that didn't really feel like pleasure even if that’s how her body registered it, kept coming. Henry didn't turn the setting back down, nor did he hand the remote to Mateo, so one orgasm turned into two, and then three, and then she was sobbing as the sensations were too much.
Finally, they turned into a room they hadn't been in before, this one nicely decorated. Once inside, Mateo sighed loudly, then released his loose hold on her and snatched the remote away from Henry.
“Enough, you're being childish. We need her awake and ready to pose, not half asleep because you’ve worn her out from too many orgasms,” he snapped.
Orgasm number five was washing over her when Mateo finally shut the toy off, and she cried in relief.
“Bathroom’s in here,” he said, taking her arm again, supportively this time, and guiding her through to a regular bathroom, unlike the one she’d been forced to shower in with the other women.
As soon as he closed the door behind them, he was on his knees before her, pulling out a small tool and unlocking the belt. Ally wept as the toy finally fell away from her overstimulated body.
“I'm sorry, little mouse, I didn't think they'd leave it on for so long.” His large hands massaged her trembling legs, then he leaned in and swept his tongue across her center, sweeping up the evidence of too many orgasms.
It was too much, and she moaned, pushing him away, but then he doubled down, taking her bundle of nerves between his lips, and she moaned again, as pleasure reignited. Only this time she seemed to want it with a ravenous appetite that surprised her, so she tangled her fingers in his messy locks and held him in place as he feasted on her.
Her hips swayed forward, pressing against his lips, as she rocked against his tongue, seeking more, seeking a release that didn't feel like betrayal. When it hit her, it was like a meteoroid slamming into her in an explosion of pleasure that took her breath away. She would have slumped to the floor if Mateo wasn't there, holding her up. Trailing a line of kisses up her stomach, pausing to press one to each of her nipples, then nuzzling his lips to her neck, before he captured her lips in a searing kiss that felt like old times.
The way things were supposed to be between them.
“Almost, baby, you're almost home. I just need you to be strong for me a little longer. Do everything asked of you, and as soon as you're sold, I’ll be able to get you out, get you home where you belong.”
As badly as she wanted to go home, as angry as she was at Mateo, a part of her mourned the knowledge that the second she was back home, she’d never see Mateo again. He’d be out of her life for good, leaving a trail of destruction behind him, but he was the first man she’d ever loved, and she’d never completely get over those feelings.
August 19th
9:16 A.M.
“I wanna watch her shower, too,” Henry said in that annoying, whiny voice of his as he burst into the bathroom, and Mateo thanked his lucky stars the man hadn't burst in a minute ago when Ally was coming all over his tongue.
His girl had just stepped into the shower, which of course didn't have a door, so anyone else in the room would get aperfect view of her naked body covered in soapy suds as she washed it. As much as he wanted to growl at Henry to get out, he knew he couldn’t, so instead, Mateo leaned back against the wall and crossed his ankles, pasting a look of indifference mixed with boredom on his face.
“Make the most of the shower, one four zero, because you never know when you might get another,” Henry said cheerfully, his leering gaze sliding all over Ally’s body. “Your new owner might keep you all crisp and clean, or he might like to keep you covered in his mark.”
The man chuckled as though he was hilarious, and since Mateo couldn’t slam his fist into that smirk and destroy it, he simply rolled his eyes like this entire thing bored him.
It didn't. What it did do was infuriate and terrify him.
Because he had zero control over what happened to Ally as soon as she left this building. There was no chance she wouldn’t be snapped up almost immediately once she was listed for sale. Not only was she exactly what most of the sick perverts who purchased women were looking for, but her red hair was unusual enough that it alone would make her valuable.
As badly as he wanted her out of this hellhole, and as much as he convinced himself that as soon as he had a name, he was off to visit Falcon, Ally had been right when she’d told him that anything could happen to her once she was bought. What if it took Prey too long to get to her? What if she was with whoever bought her for days? Weeks? Possibly months?
Extractions weren't always easy.
No. He couldn’t let himself believe that. He’d make sure Falcon knew getting Ally out was not just a priority, but the top priority. He wanted her out the same day she was sold, before the monster who purchased her had a chance to lay a single hand on her.
