What is done to girls like you

**Emily’s POV**

I was immediately ushered out of the glass box as soon as my transaction had been finalized.

The chains around my wrists were replaced by a handcuff and an extremely fancy leash was clasped around my neck as if in a bid to refrain me from running away.

“Wait, before you take me away, I want to see my friend! I want to see Laurel.” I pleaded with the men dragging me, but my pleas fell on deaf ears, as they wouldn’t even glance in my direction.

I was practically dragged out of the backstage, down a dimly lit corridor and pushed into a dark room.

I gulped in fear when I noticed the huge form sitting at the far end of the room, but the fear immediately dissipated when a very pleasurable smell assaulted my nostrils.

It was him, my mate…

“Hi?” I called softly but was met with silence. Taking a deep breath in, I walked into the room but stopped abruptly when he got up from the chair and turned to face me. I gasped, not due to fear or shock, but because the person standing before me looked like a freaking god.

He was overly good-looking to be real.

Silently thanking the moon goddess for blessing me with such a handsome mate, I smiled and voiced out with my handcuffed hands outstretched, “I’m Emily.”

“I do not want to know who you are.” He said icily.

I could feel the cold hands of rejection grip my heart and my eyes stung with tears.

Maybe I was too naive to have thought we'd hit it off right away, it was even weird I was not ready to acknowledge the rejection despite the cold shoulder.

I stubbornly look into his eyes expecting to see affection, or love, maybe like the stories I’ve read in the past about mates bonding at first sight, but instead, I come in contact with his steely gaze filled with loathing.

“I came here for business.” He spoke quickly in his deep sensual voice, “And I bought you as a closure for the business. Do not think I bought you for that ridiculous amount of money because of some stupid mate bond, it’s a cover-up.” He hissed, mumbled some incoherent gibberish words and frowned at my still outstretched handcuffed hands.

“How do I get that thing off?” He asked, pointing at the handcuff on my wrists.

I could only shake my head vigorously signifying that I didn’t know, because I couldn’t find my voice to answer.

Throwing a dirty look my way, he pulled at the cuffs until they snapped.

“Let’s strike a deal,” He said like I was something he couldn’t wait to get rid of.

My heartbeat accelerated because I already knew that whatever the deal would be, it wasn’t going to be in my favour.

“I say you work for me, at my home to repay the ten million dollar loan you owe me, and then when it's fully repaid, you’re a free bird.”

“I don’t understand,” I muttered. This wasn’t any way close to what I thought he would say.

“What don’t you understand dimwit?! You owe me ten million dollars. For freeing you from the clutches of those men!” He snapped.

“I do not remember asking you to!” I snapped back.

The tone of my voice seemed to rile him up as his calm demeanour suddenly disappeared, leaving me glaring into his blazing orbs.

“Do you know what those people do to girls like you?!” He growled, “they turn them to slaves, fucking séx slaves!”

“And I never knew you cared!” I shouted back.

His sexy eyes turned into slits. He stalked towards me and I swallowed hard as heat fused into my cheeks due to the proximity.

"I. Do. Not. Care!” He barked, picking me up by my neck until my feet were about two inches above the ground.

“Please, s-stop!” I cried out, scratching at his hand until it drew blood. But he didn’t even flinch. Instead, his other hand went up my chest, tugged off my bra and began its sweet assault on my breasts.

“Sto—” My words trailed off as his warm mouth came in contact with one of my nipples. I moaned shamelessly.

I shouldn't. We had just fúcking met but my body felt otherwise.

I couldn’t decide if it was the mate bond or the adrenaline pumping through my veins that made his touch seem like a blazing fire on my skin. I only knew that I wanted more, I needed to feel what it was like to be taken by my mate.

He gently dropped me on a table that stood aimlessly at a corner of the room, and before I could catch my breath, he ripped off my panties and inserted two of his fingers into my pussy.

“F-fúck!” I groaned, arching my back to allow him easier access.

But as soon as I was close to orgasm, he stopped.

I opened my eyes to catch him staring at me with an incomprehensible look on his face.

I was about to sit up when he forcefully pressed my stomach against the table to stop me from moving.

“What’re you tryin—” But the words had not yet fully left my mouth when I suddenly felt his warm mouth closing on my vagina.

My head fell back as bursts of ecstasy wracked my entire body.

This time, I didn't care if I was making out with a total stranger or worse, my master-to-be. I wanted to feel all the desire he could give to my body.

His tongue and teeth continued their beautiful assault on my pussy while his fingers worked up my clitoris, leaving me in a mess.

I wanted to scream, to cry out, to moan, but the idea of having people hear us made me seal my mouth shut. And again, as soon as I was about to climax, he stopped.

“Why?!” I groaned in sexual frustration, I wanted to release so badly. His skilful hands had succeeded in turning me on so much that my body ached. “What did you do that for?!”

“To show you what would be done to you if one of those men had bought you,” He replied, dryly. 

Biting my lower lip, shame coursed through me and I let my eyes travelled to my feet as I suddenly found it interesting.

He gripped my chin and I raised my head as he bent to be at the same eye level as me.

He whispered, “You wanted to become my slave so badly, right?”

I didn’t understand what he meant by the word ‘slave’ but kept my mouth shut as he continued, "Then so be it!” 

With a final dirty glance thrown my way, He strutted out of the room as if nothing had transpired between us.

A few minutes later, a middle-aged lady came in with a very large shawl and without seeking my approval, she draped it across my body.

“I work for Boss Alexander, He asked me to take you to the car outside,” she politely said.

I didn’t say a word as I stepped off the table, following her outside. All I could think of as I made my way outside was my mate’s name and the fact that he had just made me open myself to him.

Not only that, he had fúcking rejected me. Perhaps, he wasn't for me but why did I feel the mate bond with him?!