Bella caught his attention as she startled, saying she was hungry. Per the Wolf’s orders, her request was ignored.
“What do you think?” Bruce muttered. “Is she worried about us doing exactly what we’re doing?”
“Possibly,” Jordan said. The answer was probably ‘yes,’ but he wasn’t always good at predicting how others thought. He almost cracked a smile as Bella waved her arms around, but then his attention was taken by Trish, who had gotten up from herspot on the bed and was now pacing around the room, studying the sigils on the walls.
“Oh ho…” Bruno said with a slight air of excitement. “It’s a race!”
As Bella waved her arms and requested food again, Trish walked up to one of the sigils and stroked it. Unlike the Wolf’s sleeping chambers, every sigil in Jordan’s room was the entrance to a passageway, allowing him shortcuts throughout the compound. With Trish’s back to the camera, he couldn’t see her expression, and he found his muscles tensing.
He didn’t like this. He didn’t like this at all.
Bella paced around the room while Alex slept in the bed. They’d exchanged a few words, but now she was restless, and he was still out of it. On the other screen, Trish pressed her fingers to the sigil.
Trish almost shrieked when the wall recessed and opened to leave her staring into a passageway that looked just like the one she’d gone through earlier with Jordan. An exit—a possible exit, anyway—right in his room.
Keeping her feet firmly planted—as if there were an invisible line on the floor—Trish gripped the side of the opening and leaned forward to look right and left down the passageways. There were three possible directions to go in, but no way of knowing where any of them would take her.
Swallowing hard, Trish straightened and stepped back. After a moment, the wall slid shut again.
Should she open it again? Go through it? Explore?
She looked around the room, her heart pounding.
From the moment she’d opened the passageway, Trish had expected someone to grab her. It couldn’t possibly be this easy.
Could it?
Jordan knew she knew about the passageways, yet he’d left her all alone. Because he trusted her not to leave? Because he thought she was too scared to leave? Or because she was being watched?
Of course, if she was being watched, wouldn’t someone have come to stop her by now?
Think… don’t be stupid, think. What would Bella do?
Trish didn’t mind admitting she admired Bella. She didn’t know if she could handle what the Wolf did to Alex and Bella, and she was always surprised by how well Bella seemed to deal with everything the Wolf threw at her. Even Alex didn’t always respond as well as Bella. He fought, but there were times when he seemed close to breaking. Bella bent. She went with the flow. She didn’t break down the way Trish did, and Bella didn’t seem like she’d given up, either. She didn’t seem to be messed up in the head like Trish, either.
So Trish had told Bella about the passageways. Would Bella go running down one without knowing where she was going? No… of course, not. That would be stupid. It would be far too easy to become lost. Plus, there was no way of knowing who else was in the passageways, and there weren’t any hiding spaces.
Bella would wait. She wouldn’t risk everything right away.
The room’s main door slid open behind Trish, and she jumped, spinning around guiltily. It didn’t matter that the passage entrance was closed—surely it was obvious what she’d been thinking about.
Jordan stepped through the door and lifted his eyebrow at her, and Trish’s mouth went dry with fear, even as her nipples hardened and her pussy clenched. Fear made sense;her other reaction… well, it only made sense because of how accustomedshe’d become to being Jordan’s sexual plaything. Her body was excited because it thought its orgasm was coming.
Shaking his head, Jordan made atsking noise. “You’ve been a naughty little girl.”
“No, I haven’t.” Her voice squeaked on the lie.
“Oh yes, you have. You told Bella about the passageways, didn’t you?” He stalked forward, imposing and completely in command, his voice silky and heavy with sexual intent.
Trish shook her head, unable to speak as she backed away from him, right up against the wall under the sigil. It felt like her heart would pound right out of her chest, and she wasn’t sure if it was with fear or excitement. She wanted to say it was only fear, but fear wouldn’t make her nipples pebble or her pussy pulse. And she couldn’t say she was afraid of Jordan, either.
He might spank her. He might punish her in a sexual manner. His punishment might hurt, but she absolutely believed he would notharmher.
“Naughty girls are punished, babygirl.”
A little whimpering sound escaped her throat, but there was no mistaking the way her pussy clenched at his words. They might have sounded like a threat, but her body interpreted it very differently than it would have weeks ago.
He halted only a couple feet away when his com unit chimed. Again, Trish felt that same whirl of relief and disappointment she had earlier.
