“Time to get up and get dressed, babygirl.” He headed toward the bed.
Trish pouted. “But …”
A blush spread across her cheeks as she pressed her legs together, and Jordan grinned. She wanted her morning treat.
“Yes?” He came to a stop at the bed, casually holding the dress at his side.
The pouting of her lower lip increased, as did the red across her cheeks. She curled in on herself, looping her cuffed wrists over her legs. A strange expression crossed her face as she glanced at her wrists, but it disappeared too quickly for him to attempt to interpret it.
Her mouth opened and closed, but she couldn’t seem to bring herself to ask for what she wanted.
Chuckling, Jordan tossed the dress onto the bed.
“The Wolf requires my presence, so I can’t take my time the way that I’d like to,” he said, grabbing her ankle and pulling her toward the edge of the bed. Trish let out a tiny shriek as color rose in her cheeks and her nipples hardened. “Spread your legs, babygirl.”
The order sent a little shudder down Trish’s spine.
Not that she needed further arousal: she’d woken up wet and ready, her body primed for Jordan’s usual morning activities. She was torn between relief that he hadn’t made her ask for what she needed and embarrassment that he’d immediately known and was amused by it. Not that Jordan hadn’t been turned on too—the bulge at the front of his pants made that clear.
But, instead of undoing the front of his pants, he lowered his mouth to her breasts, his fingers sliding through the already slippery folds of her pussy.
With the time he’d taken to learn her body, Jordan knew exactly how and where to touch Trish to get her off fast and hard. She moaned as he bit down gently on her nipple, his fingers sliding inside her pussy and curving to stroke against her g-spot. She rested her bound hands on the back of his head, stillannoyed he’d left the cuffs on her all night but turned on by them, as well.
At some point today, she would have to try to talk to him again, but right now all she wanted was her usual morning orgasm. After all, he’d been firm about things not changing.
As he sucked her nipples hard, alternating between both, his fingers pumped inside her plump pussy, the heel of his hand rubbing circles against her clit. Trish’s legs kicked as her body arched, tightening and quivering around his fingers as she came.
After that, he rushed her through dressing and brushing her hair, which made her more than a little disgruntled. She’d liked their slower mornings, where Jordan took his time with dressing her and brushing her hair and washing her. Not that she’d realized how much she’d liked all that until she wasn’t getting it.
Trish stopped pouting by the third time Jordan gave her two crisp swats and admonished her not to drag her feet. It was humiliating to realize she’d been acting like a pouty child because she wasn’t getting enough attention from him, when, a few weeks ago, Trish would have preferred not to have his attention.
It was moments like this that made her wonder how fucked up she really was.
When they reached the Wolf’s main room, the Wolf gave Jordan a dark look but didn’t say anything about his tardiness. His eyes lingered on Trish in a way that made her shrink back into Jordan. The next time Jordan said the Wolf required their presence, Trish wouldn’t move slowly. She wasn’t scared of Jordan anymore—not really, even if she didn’t like being spanked for punishment since ithurt—he wouldn’t actually harm her.
Trish couldn’t say the same thing about the Wolf. He still scared her, especially when his piercing gaze studied her like that.
How far did Jordan’s protection go?
But Jordan had said he was retiring soon, so maybe she wouldn’t have to worry about it, after all.
Jordan settled Trish onto his lap, his hand sliding up just underneath the hem of her skirt. She made a face, but, after getting a Look from the Wolf already, not to mention Jordan’s behavior last night, she didn’t risk trying to push his hand away. It was what he normally did. It had been one of the things Trish had hoped might change.
The doors at the far end of the hall opened, and Lisa and Ken stumbled in, accompanied by a large group of soldiers. The captives wore nothing but collars around their throats, the same kind of shock collar Alex had ended up wearing. Since neither Trish nor Bella had ever earned one, she could only imagine what Lisa and Ken had done to get theirs. Alex had tried fighting back. Trish couldn’t see either of the two pathetic figures in front of her attempting that.
Or maybe they had, and that’s why they looked so pathetic?
They kept shooting fearful glances at their guards.
The oddest thing about them was that, although they had cheated on Bella and Alex with each other, they acted like less of a couple than Alex and Bella ever had. They walked closer to the guards on either side of them than they did to each other. They weren’t even looking at one another.
That last was more understandable, since they were looking all around the main room. Lisa’s eyes moved to the dais first, passing quickly over Jordan and Trish to fall on the Wolf—a relief for Trish.
Lisa was beautiful to look at, naked and walking gracefully through the room. Like Bella, she had a much fuller figure than Trish, but Lisa was even more proportioned, with the kind of rounded bosom and ass, narrow waist, and lithe muscles the Moon’s culture favored. She epitomized everything the peopleup there found attractive. And yet… Jordan’s hand remained stroking Trish’s thigh.
For once, Trish wasn’t the slightest bit embarrassed. Some part of her wanted his hand to move higher. To make it clear who he wanted to touch, wanted to fuck, and that Lisa didn’t have a chance. Was this how Jordan felt? Was that part of why he liked people to watch? So that he could show off who Trish belonged to?
Flushing, she turned her head into his broad chest, a little shaken by her thoughts because she knew, deep down, she didn’t want to be exposed to the entire room.
