Chapter 58
Chapter Fifty-Eight
~Harlow~
"You, over there," Thane orders me, pointing his finger at the massive bed in the middle of the room.
I glance at Leon. He gulps and nods, as if to tell me it’s better to follow the commands and to not dare to talk back.
Honestly, pissing off Thane is the last thing we need, given how much shit we are already in.
So, I force down every instinct that tells me to defy the man, and I walk to the bed, fold my arms across my chest, and glare at him.
"Sit," Thane growls again, so I sit on the edge of the bed, while Leon stays standing at the door.
Does Leon plan on escaping as soon as Thane gets distracted, doing whatever he plans to do to me? Sweat breaks out on my forehead while my eyes dart between both men.
"Leon, on the chair," Thane orders, but this time, his voice is a little lighter, a little more caring and gentler, despite it still being a damn order. He is still tossing us around the room however he pleases.
Holding my breath, I watch Leon walk to the chair and sit down. I expect a remark or something stupid from him, but he is so unusually quiet, I'm not sure what to think.
My eyes catch a movement to my right. I turn to watch Thane approach a massive dresser and pull open a drawer. The sound of metal on wood echoes off the bedroom walls, and I gulp at the mere thought of the torture devices Thane might keep inside.
He grabs something and lets out a quiet hum, turning to face Leon. My eyes instantly dart to him, and Leon grins for the first time since Thane announced the punishment we earned.
"Yes! Cuff me, Alpha," Leon whines with such amusement in his voice I know it has to be an attempt to get on Thane's nerves.
Great, so much for doing everything we can to not piss Thane off even more.
I just want this over with so I can plot out my next move and figure out where the heck I am going to go.
Once again, I expect a particular reaction for Thane. In this case, rage, growling, and possibly the use of extensive physical force, but, instead, Thane just chuckles.
He walks over to Leon, steps behind him, and cuffs his wrists behind the back of the chair. I watch how Thane leans into whisper something in Leon's ear, and his eyes instantly widen. The amusement fades from Leon’s face as he shakes his head and mouths what appears to be ‘Don't.’
"Too late," Thane hums as he walks around the chair. He goes as far as to cuff Leon's ankles to the chair, as if the cuffs behind his back aren't enough.
What on earth is he doing? And why did he order me to sit on the bed while Leon gets cuffed to a chair? It would only be fair for our punishments to be equal, but I guess Thane and equality don't mix here.
"I haven't forgotten about you, Zara," Thane muses, without so much as throwing a glance in my direction. I force down the lump in my throat and lick my lips, deciding it’s best to stay quiet.
The sooner he starts his stupid punishment, the sooner we will be out of here. I can then forget about everything that happened and go hide in the Den.
Thane doesn't move from his position, crouched in front of Leon. I jump when I hear the sound of a zipper opening. There are some more odd metal sounds before Thane chuckles and stands up.
When Thane steps aside, I avert my gaze.
Leon sits cuffed to the chair. His movements are restrained to only the bare minimum, and Thane looks more than pleased with his handiwork.
And why wouldn't he, because as soon as I have a clear view, I can see Leon's cock is out of his pants, trapped inside some weird device.
"Now, it's your turn," Thane says, turning to me. He crosses his arms in front of his chest and watches me for a second; his eyes roaming over me.
I glance at Leon, possibly looking for some answers, but he just hangs his head, providing no help at all. "What are you planning to do to me?" I ask, still keeping an eye on Leon.
"Whatever I want. That's your punishment, Zara. Leon will sit there and watch me do whatever I want to you. Use your body however I please, but there is a catch." Thane moves closer to me, while a menacing grin spreads across his face.
"A catch?" I raise an eyebrow, glancing at Leon, who looks like he’s in pain. My heart pounds against my ribcage as my eyes travel down to his cock, finally understanding what the metal device is for.
It’s a cage, and the reason behind Leon's pain. It has trapped his growing erection. I know how they work, which makes me think Thane is speaking so openly just to torture Leon. The more aroused he gets, the less space he has in that cage.
At this point, I'm scared to even think of what might happen to Leon whenever Thane gets his paws on me, forcing him to watch an in-person, literal porn show.
"Your job’s still at risk, too. If you cum, you're fired," Thane declares.
I watch as Thane strides closer. My heartbeat becomes louder with each step he takes, and I watch as his lips tug up at the corners when he smiles. Why am I getting a funny feeling that I should have run?
He stops, just a few steps from the bed, and I gulp.
I crawl up the bed, increasing the distance between us and looking for an opportunity to escape.
Thane raises an eyebrow at me but says nothing.
His eyes flicker black, dangerously, as if he is daring me to try it.
His calm and cold demeanor sends a violent shiver up my spine, and I freeze.
Thane leans over the bed, his eyes on mine as his hand reaches out to wrap his fingers around my ankle.
A shrill shriek escapes me as I am ripped toward the end of the bed with one hard tug.
He steps back, letting me go, and I sit up.
My eyes dart to Leon's before going to the door, calculating my chances.
"Strip. Before I do it for you, Zara," Thane says, and I frown. "One," Thane growls, and his hand twitches, as if he wants to tear the clothes off me.
I jump off the bed, quickly taking off my clothes piece by piece, until I stand before him in nothing but my bra and thong. I attempt to hide by wrapping my arms around my body, but with a single growl from Thane, I drop my arms at my sides, fisting my hands and gritting my teeth.
"Didn't I make myself clear, Omega? I said to strip, not model your underwear," Thane snaps at me. Why does Leon get to keep his clothes on?
Pressing my lips in a line, I give him my harshest glare and reach behind my back to unclasp my bra and drop it on the floor.
Despite his blatant display of anger, I hear the slight groan he can’t hold back as I slide my thumbs under the tiny strips of fabric and slowly slide the material down to my ankles.
Thane's eyes take in every inch of me standing before him, but my eyes look at Leon, pleading with him for a way out of this.
Thane slides a hand into his pocket, pulling out a pair of nipple clamps he must have retrieved from the drawer earlier. My eyes widen, and I shake my head, stepping back. The back of my knees hit the bed, leaving me nowhere to go.
"Don't move," he growls, stepping closer. I gasp and hold my breath when he brings his hand to my breast to capture my nipple between my fingers.
He plays with my nipple, then rounds it with the tip of his thumb.
He grins sadistically as my nipple hardens under his touch.
I nearly choke when he places the clamp at the base of my nipple, incredibly close to the areola.
I suck in a sharp breath at the sting and clench my eyes shut at the painful sensation.
Repeating the process, he captures my other nipple in the second clamp, and I hiss as the pain spreads across my chest.
"Get on the bed: face down, ass up."
I freeze. He can't be serious.
"Thane, we get it. We're really sorry," Leon whines behind me. I stare up at Thane when he leans closer.
He traces his tongue along my neck and growls. "Bed, Zara. Now," he commands.
I have no choice but to do as he asks. I crawl onto the bed, but I pause when he speaks again.
"Spread your legs and turn your ass toward Leon; he earned the best view." As the words leave his lips, I glance over my shoulder, only to see Leon's furious gaze directed at Thane.
The only sound in the bedroom is our violent heartbeats and harsh breaths. Thane is calm as he walks back to the massive dresser and pulls open the second drawer to scan the contents inside.
The more time he takes rummaging, the louder my heartbeat gets.
Thane finally walks back to the bed, and he stops at the edge, only to look over his shoulder and wink at Leon. Leon glares at him. I have never seen Leon look so worked up and desperate.
I gulp when he tosses a set of cuffs, what looks like a butt plug, a vibrator, and a small bottle of lube on the bed beside my face.
"Change of plans. Lay on your back and spread your legs."