Ava lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. It’s been a day since she got here, and somehow, she wasn’t sure it was just one day. She felt it was an eternity of hell. Well, that wasn’t going overboard in the least. It was definitely true. A mate from hell, and a tongue to fry, that was a bad combination.
Suddenly, she felt like something was crawling up her legs. She pulled her legs upward, but saw only the tattooed area, healed and glaring at her. She sat up quickly, pulling the leg closer, so she could make out the symbols that were on them.
Across her ankles were the words,
DESTINED TO BE ALPHA JAX SEX-SLAVE
Ava’s fingers trailed through the words. It was rough to the touch, but would completely smoothen out with time. An image was tatted directly by its side. It was her on her hands and knees, and him behind with something like a whip.
She swallowed hard, as she felt her legs go wet. It was so insane to feel aroused in such a dicey situation, but she was and she hated herself for it. She pulled her hands off the tattoos, like it would make her hate it, well, it didn’t.
The image was imprinted in her mind’s eye, to be called onto when she wanted to. She squeezed her legs tighter, hoping to push the desire at bay, only for a shiver to rock her senseless. She was so wet and the friction only tickled her soft spot. She glided her legs together, and felt her body grow red as the fiction increased. She licked her lips sensuously, as the need intensified.
A bang at the door, and she got up in a fright. She pulled her leg apart, and she was almost ready to turn into her wolf, for self-preservation. Her eyes caught the white paper that had been slid through the door, and she quickly walked over to it.
She stooped low, graving it with her clipped nails, in a bid to know if it contained something dangerous, but all she felt were the silky texture of white paper. She picked it up, and flipped it open. Her eyes squinted to read what had been penned, by a woman, most likely.
ALL SEX-SLAVES SHOULD GET READY TO TRAIN IN FIVE MINUTES
That was all! There was no address or better still, a destination. She sighed in pain as she walked back to the wardrobe, striping off her white camisole and bumper short, and donning a leather jump-up trouser and a leather top. This was her suit when she was out training.
When she was done, not bothering with the little bits like make-up, and combing her dark hair, she walked out of her room, towards the main gate, with. The letter clutched in her hands.
As usual, the place was half-deserted. There was only a guard manning the entrance. She approached him with her head high. She had gained a knowledge on how slaves were treated here, and he must have been there to witness her humiliation.
“Mister?” She called out tentatively.
The man turned towards her, his eyes were cold as he stared through her. “Yes, Ava?”
She blinked, slightly amazed that the man would actually talk to her politely like she was a human being and not just a slave. She pulled the note she had forward close to his face. “Can you tell me where this place is?” She asked politely.
He nodded stiffly. “I take it that you’ve not been given a tour, which is so bad of Benjamin. He is the one who should have settled you in. Anyway, it’s at the back, go through the z lines of the banana trees, you’d see a white gate there. Just beep on the small thing attached to it, while showing them your letter. You should gain entrance easily.” He said in one breath.
Ava blinked a bit. She was slightly dizzy at how fast he said those words, but she got the most important things out of him, so that was all that mattered.
“Thank you,” She said softly. She made a move to leave, but stopped. “Please, what’s your name?”
He tipped his cap slightly. “I’m good ole Temps Avery, I’m the warrior of this pack, keeping you all safe and happy,” He said easily.
She nodded with a slight smile. “A good job you do, Mr Temps! I’ve got to run. I will catch you later,” She said with a smile, bolting out of there to the z lines of the banana trees.
She ran for two minutes, and found the gate as Temps had described. It sold like a barrier, shading anyone from accessing it. But, she was going to find her way in because she was meant to be here, no matter her state of mind or desire. The mark on her legs proved that.
She pressed a woman’s private part, and it beeped. The sound shook her to her core, she had no option but to squeeze her legs tight. She was always licking, even when she didn’t like to do that.
“Your invitation,” A monotone voice sounded from nowhere.
She freed herself a bit. Her eyes darted across the gate, looking for an opening, and she finally found it at the top of the gate. It was in the form of a leaf getaway. She slid the leaf through it, and stepped back. Slowly and calmly, the door slides open. She needed no other invitation to walk into the pathway.
She shielded her eyes from the insane amount of light coming from practically everywhere, using her right hand. It was strange to be here. It looks like a whole new world. Quietly, she pulled her hand down, adjusting to the light. There was nothing but flowers everywhere. She remembered what her letter had said. This was supposed to be a training ground.
With one foot thrown across the other, she thought to herself. It’s better to lay low, and know what’s up with all these in order not to make an absolute fool of herself.