NYLAH
The air was stiff in the room and the red light that filled the room was the only source of lighting. Soft music played inside the room.
I stepped into the room and jolted when the woman from the opposite side of the door shut the door without warning.
Pushing my chest forward with my shoulders squared, I sashayed into the large room but the courage I feigned broke when my eyes fell on the bed on the other side of the room with gag balls and some other instruments I didn't know what they were used for or their names.
A lump formed in my throat at the realization of what I had become to the Alpha. I was just a play toy, he could use as he dimmed fit.
I planned to give up my virginity to my dated mate, one who would cherish every part of me and treat me like a queen but I gave it to someone who had no regard for it and only saw me as one of his play tools.
"Are you lost?" A deep voice spoke from behind and I felt weak in my knees when his breath brushed against my skin.
It was no other than Alpha Xavier, staring at me with a coy smile. He leered over me like a predator assessing its prey. His eyes already undressed me right where I stood.
"You sent for me," I said, mainly to break his gaze and shift his mind to something else.
"I believe you want me to dance for you," I added, my eyes darting around the room in search of a pole I could use to perform but I found none.
"Do you like the arrangement?" He asked, changing the topic in an instant and making my stomach sink with one look at the bed.
At the instruments, he planned to deprave me with.
"There's no pole here," I replied with a sigh that was meant to calm my spiking nerves.
"You're not dancing on a pole in my house. The only pole you'll be dancing on is the one close to the bed." He replied with a smirk, wide enough that a part of his teeth was exposed.
I looked around in confusion, I hadn't noticed any pole close to the bed all the while but my eyes caught sight of a thin pole colored in black, close to the bed.
Without any more words, he made his way to the bed and sat at the edge of the bed, the part where the pole was.
"Get to work!" He ordered, pouring himself a liquor.
It was as though his voice sparked a nerve of consciousness in me, I scurried to the pole and began to dance. And for the first time in my years of dancing, my mind was far from what my body was doing.
All I could think of was how to get away from this bondage.
As the dance became intense, I noticed the Alpha set his cup on the bedside table, his gaze fixed on me. And I could see the lust in his eyes.
He'd already eaten every part of my body with his eyes and the more he looked, the more it scared me what he had in mind to do to me.
My gaze shifted to the instruments still lying on the bed, neatly arranged like a butcher's tools, arranged to slaughter a goat.
Looking closely at it, I noticed one of them was like a belt but it had spikes on the outside. I wondered what that was used for. Was he going to beat me up for stealing from him?
I lost my grip on the pole and made for the ground before I could know it. But just as I'd made peace with the fact that I was going to either break an arm or a leg from the fall and face the Ruthless Alpha later on, I felt strong hands grab me by my waist.
He made for the bed swiftly, pushing me first to the bed and falling on me. Our faces parallel to each other, our gazes were locked and a million knots tied in my stomach.
My brain was overworking itself by processing different things at the same time.
His strong, minty and cinnamon perfume filled my nostrils, and his brown, perfectly styled hair fit his painstakingly handsome face.
For the first time since my involvement with him, I took in his facial features. His eyes, though cold, were unmistakably filled with lust for me. I was burning up under his intense gaze.
And as he brought his lips closer to mine, clearly to claim my lips in his, I had to say something, do something to prevent the inevitable from happening.
"I lost my grip," I said, louder than supposed but enough to make him pause.
"I'm sorry," I added, relieved that it did what it was meant to do, stop him. For the meantime at least.
"I'll return to the pole and finish my performance." I continued, straining, I tried to move from his huge masculine figure, but I was pinned.
"I don't want you to dance again. I want you." I hoped and prayed that he was going to add another word to his last sentence, make him want me to tell him a story or keep him company. But he didn't say another word and stopped at 'I want you.' I knew that the inevitable came faster than expected.
However, giving into his plan would only mean that I'd lost the will to fight and I would never do such. I was born a fighter. So, looking at his face, I voiced.
"I'm on my period, I'm sorry but nothing can happen between us for another four to five days." My voice was low but I was certain that it pierced every painful hole in his skin.
He immediately climbed off my body and walked away from the room. I was grateful for a lot of things, though I'd folded my previously worn panties and worn them as a pad but if he'd checked then I'd have been cooked.
I heaved a sigh of relief at his actions and scurried out of the room, happy that I'd bought myself enough time to plan my escape from the Alpha's mansion.