SCARS OF BETRAYAL

The master and his toy

WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT AHEAD

TOMAS’ POV

Even though I didn’t want Miranda, I still had to admit that having s*x with her had been more refreshing than having s*x with Cindy had ever been., I wasn’t sure if that fact was caused by the fact that she was my mate or I just enjoyed it because Miranda had been a virgin. Either way, I wanted more of that and now that I had had a taste there was no way I was going to stay away.

That meant that I could no longer punish her by withholding meals from her, I would have to nurse her back to health in order for me to get my meal and be fully satisfied by her. As I went about my day, I couldn’t stop thinking about how it felt to be inside Miranda. I was sure that having s*x with her would have felt much better if she I actually wanted her. I knew that I had made a mistake by touching and making love to her but it was going to be our little secret and it wasn’t like she was going to tell anyone, especially Cindy.

I gave her breakfast in the morning when I woke up and although she didn’t even want to look at me out of hurt and disgust I made sure to tell her that if I returned and the plate still had food inside there would be hell to pay. That seemed to have worked because when I returned for the plate it was emptied. She might have hated my guts at this point but she needed the food and I needed her to get energetic and be ready for my arrival again tonight.

I ordered another Omega in the palace to clean Miranda’s room so that I could spend the night with her tonight. I figured that the smart thing for me to do was to see her in her own room because bringing her to mine was going to get me caught, I feared Cindy qould pick her scent in my room or worsenmy father. I was already going through sonmuch trouble just musk her scent on my body by stealing some herbs that we used on the pack trackers to musk their scent, and I was doing all that to ensure that I wouldn't get caught.

However, Now that I had a taste of her sweet, fruit I wanted to spend the whole night taking little bites of that little fruit no matter what the risks of that were

MIRANDA’S POV

The next morning I was awoken by Tomas giving me food, I wasn’t sure If I could trust his intentions for feeding me because the last time he had given me food it was so that I could let my guard down and give him what he wanted . He commanded me to eat and he didn’t really have to, because on top of the tiredness ad the muscle ache that I was feeling I was starving. The moment the smell of bacon hit my nose my stomach started grumbling and I hated it for betraying me, I dug in the moment he went out of the room and left nothing on the plate.

When he returned with my lunch later that afternoon he seemed pleased that I had eaten all the food. I hoped that his new change in attitude towards me meant that he was starting to soften up towards me but I knew that was a long shot. Wolves like Tomas never changed unless it suited them.

I didn’t see him after that but he did send an Omega who used to be a friend of mine to come and clean the room. When I tried starting a conversation with her she merely ignored me and I assumed she had been told that I was enemy number one and that she would be punished severely if she even looked at me. She changed my bedsheets and vacuumed the entire room even leaving me some toiletries and some fresh clothes.

“The prince wants you to put those on after you take a bath” was the only thing she said to me before she hurried out of the room.

With the room clean and fresh I started feeling like I was being treated the way I should have been as future Luna. As much as I enjoyed the new perks of being Tomas' prisoner, I had to keep in mind that Tomas was cruel and he would soon come to collect what I owed him for all these luxuries. What I prayed for was that he would treat me better and appreciate me even more because I had given him my most precious possession.

“Here is your dinner,” he said as he placed the food on the dressing table and threw a short silky nightgown on the bed.

“I want you to be wearing that when I come back,” he said and then stormed off, I looked at the nightgown and grabbed it,and it felt so soft and nice to the touch.

I didn't want to wear the night gown because I knew what wearing it meant, I wasn't sure if I wanted a repeat of last night but I knew this night gown meant that we were doing it again. My wolf jumped for joy at the thought of that and I wished I could slap her. even though I had enjoyed making love to Tomas I didn't enjoy how I felt about myself afterwards and so I was a little hesitant in giving in to him for the second time.

I sat on the bed and ate the food enjoying every bite. Of the few months that I had worked here, I had never tasted the food that was cooked for the Royal family. We were fed a different meal because we were too low in the ranks to share meals with the Alpha king and the royal family.

After I was done eating, Tomas was back and he seemed infuriated by the fact that I hadn’t put on the nightgown as he had instructed me. Instead of shouting as I had expected him to do he simply took the empty plate and stormed off leaving me in terror of him. He was back a few minutes later and he stood by the door after he locked it and he seemed to be contemplating something.

“When I tell you to do something you do it do you hear me?” he asked deadly calm as he started taking off his shoes and shirt and then removing his belt

“Put that on right now” he commanded I shook my head even though I wanted to jump up and put the nightgown on, but I had to be strong and not allow my lust for him to control me.

“Miranda,” he said and my name in his mouth sounded like music to my ears and made me weak at the knees

“I said put that on or would you rather I do it for you?” he asked as he moved closer and I instantly reached for the gown and started putting it on. Once I was done getting dressed he was sitting on the bed and he pulled me towards him.

He smelled so nice and although he was so rough with me I didn’t miss the way sparks flew the moment he touched me, I thought I wet my pants until I realized I had just had a mini orgasm. How could a cruel man like Tomas make me feel like this?

He bent me over his knees and started brushing my ass and the sensation made me want more of him.

“When I tell you to do something you do it, do you understand me?” he asked and I nodded

“Nodding is not going to do this time, you say yes master” he instructed me

“Yes master,” I said and I could feel his erection fight with his pants at the sound of my voice and he took a deep sigh

“I have decided to approach things differently with you. You may consider me your mate but you are not mine, so that means your job is to please me and attend to my every need. I can do with you whatever I want and there is not a damn thing you can do about it” he said and I shook my head and started sobbing, his statement didn't even make sence to me.

“I am not a toy,” I said and he whipped me with his belt and I winced

“Wrong answer,” he said as he whipped me again

“No Tomas I am not your toy,” I said and he whipped me again the leather belt burning through my skin

“You are supposed to say yes master,” he said and I cried my tears wetting his pats.

“Yes, master” I finally said when I had had enough of the whips.

"And besides I know you want me just as badly so just think of me as a friend with benefits only I am not your friend I am your master" he said and he was right about one thing, I did want him inside me just as badly as he wanted to be inside me. But could I settle for being his toy and be content with that?

“Now get up,” he said and I did as I was told

I lay on the bed careful not to cause discomfort to my bruised ass, he spread my legs and buried his head in between by cave that was already wet and aching for him. I hated myself for this but I couldn't stop him because I wanted it. How could I want something that made me hate myself.

I had come to the conclusion that whenever Tomas and I made love it was his wolf that was in control and not him,and it was a pity I could never separate the two.