SOAKED

RAYNE

After taking a warm shower, Reid ordered me to wear a flimsy lingerie set. He used that cold Alpha tone on me again.

Now here I was, wearing lingerie in broad daylight.

The brand on my thigh burned at the slightest movement. It was a constant reminder of my new reality as Reid's sex slave.

He branded me in front of his entire pack. As if I were some kind of animal. I hated him and this horrible place he brought me to.

I needed to get out of here. I needed to go home, back to my horrible job, and back to my horrible friends. Honestly, I just wanted to be anywhere but here.

"Alpha Reid requested to see you in his office," a maid, dressed in a black and white uniform, coldly stated. "Now."

I watched as she stepped into the hallway. I grabbed a silky robe, pulling it on as I followed the maid outside.

My thighs rubbed together, and I hissed out as the pain blinded my vision.

"Keep up, Alpha Reid likes his things to arrive on schedule," the maid calmly explained as she stood waiting for me in front of the door to Reid's study.

I bit down on my bottom lip, wiping the sweat off my forehead. I pushed myself further down the hallway. I'd been feeling a little feverish since I woke up.

Once I finally reached the door, it was opened by the maid. I stumbled inside, trying my best to hold myself up.

Reid lifted his head, his eyes slowly raking over my trembling form. The door clicked shut behind us, and a small smirk rested on his face.

His eyes burned into my skin as I stood in the center of his office. "Take it off," he commanded coldly.

"Go to hell," I weakly hissed out.

A deep chuckle escaped his throat as he rose from his chair. He slowly crossed the room until he was standing in front of me.

He leaned down to my ear, his breath fanning the shell of my ear. "Glaring at me won't erase the mark, little human."

He loosened the belt on my robe with a light tug. He gently pushed the silk off my shoulders, sending sparks over my delicate skin.

The silk soundlessly dropped to the floor, leaving me in nothing but the lingerie set he picked out for me.

"You're nothing but a little doll I get to play with. I make the rules, and you will obey them if you want to remain unharmed."

He moved back to his desk, sitting back down on his chair. "Be a good little slave and come sit on my lap."

I bit into my cheek before walking over to his side. He pulled me onto his lap, his hands possessively landing on my hips. He adjusted me until my core made direct contact with the hard ridge in his pants.

He deliberately thrust his hips up, pressing his hard length against my clit, and I bit into my bottom lip to stop a whimper from coming out.

"As long as you're this wet for me, you can hate me all you want." He whispered into my ear.

"I will never forgive you for this, Alpha Reid." I angrily spat at him.

Without warning, he gripped my chin, only to kiss me with a bruising intensity. There was nothing sweet about the way he kissed me. It felt like he was branding me all over again.

He roughly pushed my panties aside. I gasped, giving him full access to my mouth.

A growl that came from deep within his chest vibrated through me. "Forgive me?" he echoed against my lips before sliding a finger through my slick folds.

A breathy whimper escaped my lips as his finger started circling my entrance. "This wet little cunt belongs to me. You belong to me. And I will fuck you until you understand that, little slave," he promised, the rough pad of his finger slowly circling my throbbing clit.

"I will never be yours," I grunted out, arching away from him. Then, in a swift movement, he bent me over his desk, his large shadow covering me completely.

He roughly grabbed a fistful of my ass, spreading me wider.

The sound of his belt coming off filled the clinical silence inside the office, and a mixture of excitement and hatred passed through me.

The thought of him taking my innocence sent a fresh wave of heat through me.

He firmly pressed his head against my entrance, and I hungrily bit into my bottom lip. He slowly pushed his head along my soaked pussy, and a broken moan tore from my chest.

"Do you like that?" He asked before slamming his hand down against the sensitive skin on my ass.

My hips bucked as the stinging sensation spread across my flesh. I clenched around nothing. He pulled me up until my back was flush against his chest.

His hands moved to the front clasp of my bra, and with a single flick of his hand, it came undone. The cool air inside his office washed over my bare skin.

His hands hooked into the sides of my panties next and pulled. Until the sound of lace tearing echoed through the room.

He turned before sweeping his arm across his desk. Everything crashed to the floor.

Then his hands were on my waist, lifting me as if I weighed nothing. He set me down on the cool surface of the desk.

He leaned over me, caging me with his arms, his face inches from mine. That smug smirk was back on his face.

"Forgive me," he whispered, his minty breath fanning my lips. And then his hand covered the burning brand on my thigh, sending a jolt through me.

The throbbing ache in my thigh disappeared as soon as he touched me there. My body shuddered, a sigh escaping me before I could stop it.

The betrayal was almost worse than the pain.

He yanked open a desk drawer, pulling out an egg-shaped vibrator and a small black remote. He held it up before my eyes.

"You spoke out of turn," he said, his voice cool and calm. "You need to learn. So, as punishment..." he shoved the vibrator into my ready little hole, filling me with the small torture device.

He clicked a button on the remote, and the vibrator came to life inside my pussy. "...I'm going to make you come all day. Until you forget how to form words against me. Until you can't walk."

His thumb started circling my clit in time with the pulses coming from the vibrator. "Now be a good little slave and spread your legs for me."