Wolf Dominion

By the time I am awake, I am being bathed, waxed, massaged in smelly oils and sprinkled in honey gold glitter. I’m not entirely sure I’m not dead – since I feel so relaxed upon my rise to consciousness.

While I expected the cage, instead, I’m now in a golden room, laid out, with other Human slaves preparing me.

I can only assume I am going to be eaten alive.

The time has come.

The moment Alpha Skye must have realised the risk in keeping me alive and bonded to Xrat. He said he’d kill me, and now it was just going to involve marination first –

“How are you feeling, Ryder?” one older Human woman pops up at my head, her fingers running through my wet hair, brushing it out, “I suppose you can’t believe your luck.”

“Luck?” even my tone is husky because I am still half asleep, “I am lucky to become what? …food?”

“Of a kind,” she smiles genuinely, “Only three of us get treated like treasure, now it is a fourth of Human Kind. Rather than trash – you’ve become as valuable as Solividian… Ryder… once your Genesis Master protects you – they cannot stop. They cannot help it. The Alpha’s bond to weaker beings – and Alpha Skye has bonded to you.”

“I am not being prepared for the slaughter?” I ask in a whisper.

“No, Ryder, you’re being prepared to be Alpha Skye’s lover.”

But that wasn’t on the cards.

He was going to make me into a spy.

I can ot think of anything to say to counter her statement and her weird smile.

Why was she happy for me?

“Are you not glad, Ryder?” she coos to me, which does nothing but irritate me.

“I’d rather die than become a sex slave,” I grind out, “I’ve always thought that, always believed it – no matter how attractive, no matter how lenient my captor could possibly be… I am not meat. I exist with a soul – unique. I am not a toy. I am not a slave.”

“Oh, well,” she starts to massage my temples, laughing at me to the other girls, “Now we know why the Alpha has an obsession with his new plaything – you’re adorable,” she pats my cheeks, squishing them together, “Lovely spirit.”

I don’t understand this language, this high tone, this strange fluff talk. I don’t get it at all.

“What is your name?” I ask, quietly.

“Jani,” she pinches my nose, “Nice to meet you, Ryder – welcome to paradise.”

Her sweet words are designed to calm.

I only feel one thing when she says this bullshit. The lies.

I am filling with rage. Real rage.

Not an empty, hollow, desperate need to feel an objective, to feel alive at the thought of getting bloody revenge.

This rage is different.

Feeling a connection to Xrat gave me the first hint of an identity, and I saw more of me. Fierce. Protective. Loyal. Smart. Brave.

The moment I became a faithful, sweet, submissive, obedient slave – through the use of my body for another’s pleasure? The way Skye fucked Cinser?

No. No. I would never allow that to happen to me.

I’m deposited in a gold Solividian bed, with four posters, a metallic net keeping me on the bed – charged with electricity to keep me contained.

I try to get out of it so many times, my hands burn badly – and I end up crying in the middle of the bed, after yanking out all the pretty jewellery adorning my skin and scattering it about.

I hated this feeling of being on display and ‘pretty’ or ‘dolled’ up.

I hated it beyond any words could describe.

My tears are from a lack of control, as I end up stuck in this pretty guest room. There is a whole wall, a window, overlooking the Dry Canyon and it makes me even more angry.

As a dust storm blows by, it makes a calming noise on the window and it’s the only thing that gets me to slow my breathing as I lie in a foetal position, my hands shaking from my burns.

It is now turning into night, and I’m waiting for Alpha Skye to come in and rape me.

I was so scared, because I knew he could do it.

I hear a hiss of a door sliding apart and I finally look up, my eye balls both rolling up on a quick instinct.

I see Alpha Skye walk in completely naked and dripping from sweat – probably after exiting a sauna. His black wavy hair is perfect as it falls back over his shoulders in tendrils from dampness – and his cut top lip is relaxed as his ice blue eyes fall on me in a ball crying like a little bitch.

I try to rise up as I address this situation, “You promised me I wouldn’t be a house pet – but a spy – and I agreed to be a spy – for Xrat, I would be loyal to Wolf Dominion,” I lean on my knees and I hug my gold glittering chest, while Skye advances without pause, “I will never be a slave to this.”

Alpha Skye picks up the net that does not sting his skin, and he lifts it up to poke his head into my space, looking rather confused but also arrogant as ever, “Who said you were a slave to this?”

“I will not be a sex slave,” I repeat myself more clearly as I see Skye move in, now climbing onto the bed. I freak out and scramble back into the pillows, attempting to put space between us.

“Who said you were a slave…” Alpha Skye also repeats himself as he climbs over to me swiftly, one hand slamming onto the gold headboard, the other grabbing my chin firmly, “…to this?” he doesn’t wait when he swoops down to kiss me.

I find myself lifting my head – proving all my protests wrong.

But that first kiss he gave me – I just wanted another taste of that. A safe thought.

A natural urge consumes me in this moment, and Skye’s lips brush mine very lightly – and then he pulls back, seeing me rise up a bit – letting it sink in as he lets me go, pulls out of my space and sits back at the end of the bed, letting every second of it all sink in.

Alpha Skye sits with one elbow wrapped around one knee, his other hand resting in the sheets.

Between his legs lies one hell of a cock – growing as he watches me, waiting.

I doubt he’s ever had a woman let him do all the work.

I guess he was testing me and my desire.

“What?” I snap the question.

I get a cocked black brow pretty quick when I ask it so rudely.

“Hmmm?” Alpha Skye keeps himself contained, for now.

“What do you expect me to do? I said no,” I slap one hand into the sheet, “NO!”

“I’m not touching you, Ryder,” Alpha Skye lowers his tone, keeping in his heavy frustration, “Have you been hurt in your past?”

“Never,” I whisper it – while thinking of countless other women I had seen raped.

I had been lucky enough to avoid it – but to see it and never be able to help… I could feel every moment regardless. And I vowed to never get into a situation where that might happen to me.

But of course, here I am, on a pretty bed, wrapped in gold glitter and funny perfumes, supposed to feel like this is seduction vs getting forced into sex.

I could see a difference with the Dry Canyon cave systems and tunnels of rock or the sand on the top, but I didn’t feel any real distinction. I didn’t agree to initiate this.

Skye continues to wait for me to explain my indifference.

“I don’t want you to fuck me the way you fucked Cinser – she was a consort, I can only imagine how you’d treat a worm,” I feel sick referring to myself with such degradation, and I close my eyes and gulp, “Do not touch me like you touched her.”

“How should I touch you?” Alpha Skye asks it so quietly, but I hear a hint of lust, of slight impatience but also complete patience at the same time.

“…I always imagined it as… facing a lover,” I say it with my eyes closed, “Looking into their eyes.”

He’s quick, “Perhaps we can strike a deal – I’ll be gentle. But after the first time, I can guarantee you’ll enjoy exploring alternative ways to fuck,” quick and cruelly honest.

Now I open my eyes, as Alpha Skye makes the second move toward me, so I force myself to speak before I lose my breath – I don’t know why he made me so breathless the closer he got to me, “I hate the way you speak of sex, like it’s two animals – I think of it as something romantic –” I gasp in a breath after saying all that in one go, while Skye hovers above me, and I find my body sliding down, my head awkwardly bent against the pillows and headboard as I look up at him, looking down at me, curious by everything I do.

I wonder what he’ll say.

What does romance mean to you?

What would you feel comfortable with?

Are you afraid?

Instead, Skye is rather bland with his speech, even while his eyes show a different passion, “…Ryder – you talk too much…” the Alpha leans into kiss me a second time – and he gets a knee into his balls.

Quick smart on my own, I react the only way I know how.

The Alpha pulls right up, smacking my knee aside as he looks away – to the Elder Ivor suddenly walking into the room unabashedly, but at least he’s not naked, “Alpha Skye, we have an emergency.”

“What is it?” Alpha Skye asks through gritted teeth, while pretending he wasn’t just assaulted by his ‘pet’.

“Xrat has gone missing.”

“That is not an emergency –”

“Xrat has left the Wolf Dominion to go into the Dry Canyon to explore, Alpha Skye – this is an emergency.”

“The Dry Canyon? Alone? A 2 month old pup?” Alpha Skye thwacks open the web around the bed, to stand up off the bed. Elder Ivor shrugs but nods, confused as Skye adds, “Thank you, Ivor, you can leave.”

The Elder departs and Skye does not turn to me, but he does wait for my response without asking for it.

“...I taught Xrat how to fetch today… maybe he is looking for a present for me?” I ask, “I don’t know how Beast Kind think.”

“Probably – he’ll be okay,” Alpha Skye waits a bit longer, still refusing to look at me as he speaks, and I see one of his fists clench, “Ryder…? I will not try to fuck you again. Do you understand?” I blink. What? I did but… why did my heart just sink? “…answer my question…”

“Good,” I answer, which gets a swift glare out of the Alpha of the Wolf Dominion as he finally turns to face me, utterly enraged, his ego must be split.

“You will not enjoy the training,” Skye states it simply, and very, very quietly – expressing Genesis rage in the death drawl.

Skye doesn’t linger – now he departs.

Once I am alone, I lean back against the pillows, breathless once more.

For a different reason.

You will not enjoy the training.

I know Skye means the training to be a spy – but I know deep down he was ambiguous with his words, because there were many interpretations to his last and very indirect statement.

Every other interpretation of ‘training’ – I already dread.