Alpha's Playmate

Preparation

Haven laid there. I'm his bed, breathing heavily after he left. The urge to touch her c**t was overpowering. She longed for release, but she was worried he would catch her, or he would know.

She got up, crawling off of his massive bed. Along the sidewalk, she saw chains and cuffs. Oh my God, she thought. He really wasn't joking about tying her up! She explored the bathroom next, looking for the implements to carry out his wishes. She really wanted to please him.

She may have lived in squaller, but she hadn't lived under a rock. She knew what he meant by "shave everything." Although just then she heard someone in the bedroom. She covered herself with a towel and peeked out into the room.

Nicklaus walked up to her.

"Change of plans. Have a nice bath, beautiful, but tomorrow I will have someone pick you up for a spa day. There, they will make all the necessary adjustments that I like." He smiled at her wickedly. " You will stay here in this room, I will have dinner brought up here for after your bath. Use anything in the bathroom you want, and I will return later.

He reached down and adjusted his package, which stood out painfully in his pants. Then he growled at her and left. He hadn't bargained on picking a virgin, neglected girl with whom he would have to show a little sensitivity.

After he left, Haven returned to the bathroom and foraged around for feminine supplies. Surprisingly, she found the bathroom stocked well with extra toothbrushes and hair brushes girly bath products. You name it. He had it. Was Alpha a little more sensitive than she had ever imagined.

She was already shocked that he hadn't taken her there on the bed earlier. It was so nice to have privacy while bathing. Not having to worry about her brother trying to break in and ravage her. She felt safe for the first time in her lonely, horrible existence.

She must have layed in that bath forever. When she got out, she realized she didn't have anything to wear, so she toyed with the idea of searching his stuff. He hadn't given her permission to do that, only in the bathroom. Would he mind much?

Eventually, she found herself looking through his gigantic closet for something. She really didn't want to sleep naked in his bed. The only thing she could find was one of his shirts. It fit her like a dress, and it smelled heavily of him. She found it surprisingly comfortable and pleasant as she curled up on one side of his bed. However, she wasn't sure sleep would come to her.

Her bed at home was nothing more than a thin mattress. This level of luxury would take some serious getting used to.

Later that night, Nicklaus opened his door softly and looked at her sleeping in his bed. It had been a few years since he had chosen a trainee for himself. No one had struck his fancy recently the way she had done. He might be in trouble with this one, he thought. He was already treating her differently.

In the past, his trainees would sleep in the maid's quarters. His s****l conquests had never spent the night. No one stays in his room, ever.

He crept over to the bathroom, took a quick shower, and slid carefully into bed. She smelled like strawberries and sugar, so sweet. He noticed she was wrapped up in one of his shirts. He should have realized she needed something to wear, but he liked this turn of events.

The next morning, Haven woke up alone in the bed. His side was messed up and wrinkled, so it was clear he had been there. She went to the bathroom and waited patiently for her guide. She stayed in his shirt because other than her dress, she had nothing to change into.

Breakfast came on a tray, carried by a very bored looking maid. It was waffles with strawberries and cream. She couldn't remember a time when she had ever eaten anything so decedent. She scooped her finger thru the cream and and popped it into her mouth.

"Oh my god," she said out loud.

Shortly after breakfast, a maid came to the door to take her to a salon where she would be plucked and primped to her Alpha's satisfaction.

"You going to wear that shirt," the maid said disproving.

"I don't have anything else but my dress from yesterday," she told her.

"Wait here," the maid said to her and disappeared from the doorway. She returned a few minutes later with a uniform. "Put this on," she shoved the outfit at her. She didn't even give her privacy, just stared at her waiting for her to finish.

Once Haven had changed, she led her to the front door where she was loaded into a car and drove to the salon. The scenery was beautiful, Montana was a lovely state full of mountains and open land. The trees were in full autumnal change, and the different colors were spectacular.

When they arrived at the salon, she was dumped off at the door with instructions and left there. The salon patron was much nicer than the pack house people had been. She welcomed her inside and set her up in a chair.

"Hey doll, let's start with your face waxing ok, then we will take a break and do your nails. Ok?" She told her, sitting her in a chair and wasting no time in applying wax to her eyebrows. It was such a weird experience. The wax was hot and stung like quick fire when it was ripped off. Haven made a face the first time she ripped one off.

"Oh, sorry, honey," the lady said.

"I haven't ever done this before, maam," Haven said to her in explanation. The lady proceeded to wax her whole face clean of any baby hairs.

"OK, now for your nails. How about we do a nice pedicure, too?" She said, moving her to a different chair that had a bowl for your feet at the bottom.

Haven thought the warm water and massage felt really good. She put some sort of warm wax in a bag on her feet that was so hot it almost burned but left her feeling wonderful. After that, the lady took her hands and gave her a manicure. She painted her nails nicely in a French tip.

"That's so pretty," Haven thanked her.

"Sure, dear. Now..." she paused. "Are you ready for the hard part," she asked.

"What is the hard part maam," she inquired reluctantly.

"More waxing. Legs and bikini." She answered her, leading her to a private room. "Get completely undressed from the waist down, honey. I'll be back in a minute. I need to prepare the wax. " She told Haven.

Haven gritted her teeth during the whole waxing process. It could be quite painful in certain places and left her skin feeling very tender, especially from the sheer volume of waxing happening. She was so embarrassed when she had to hold her legs up and open from the front, and also when she had to get on her hands and knees and push her bottom out. It was very, very personal.

"OK dear, all done. Let's get you a haircut and style sp you can go home. " She instructed. Haven's hair was long, with curls at the bottom. It was a beautiful shade of brown that shined almost red in the sun.

"I'm just going to give you a little trim and work on your curls at a bit." She told her.

When everything was done, Haven felt, violated, and sore, yet prettier than ever. The car that dropped her off was waiting for her when she walked out of the shop five whole hours later.

"Thank you," she told the lady when she left.