And definitely not to Ken, who peeked at her and Jordan with an odd expression on his face. Like Lisa, Ken was extremely attractive by Moon standards, but Trish privately thought Alex’s more rugged good looks, bulkier build, and kind eyes were much more attractive. Bella had traded up, although not by the Moon’s values. Ken was well connected would be considered a much better match than Alex. Ken didn’t hold a candle to Jordan or the Wolf, though: both men’s sheer magnetism and warrior’s builds made Bella’s ex look like small and weak.
On the Moon, he could ruin a person with a single word. Here… he would be nothing but a playtoy for the Wolf.
There was something strangely satisfying about that.
More Earther sentiments leaking into her head.
As the captives approached the Wolf, Ken drew himself up. For someone who was naked and powerless, he did show a kind of bravery in facing the Wolf head-on. That or he was just really stupid.
“I demand to be released!” Ken shouted, his deep voice full of bravado and misguided confidence. “Do you have any idea who I am? If you release me now, I will protect you from my father. If not, you will feel our wrath!”
Trish almost expected him to shake his fist in the air, but he didn’t. Lisa gave him a look of utter disgust, while the soldiers guarding the pair either shook their heads or shook with laughter. The rumble in Jordan’s chest meant he was chuckling, amused in the way a large predator might be entertained by a prey’s yapping threats.
The Wolf chuckled as well and stood up from his chair with a cruel smile curving his lips. The movement wasn’t inherently threatening, but it felt as though the entire room stilled, waiting to see what would come next. Ken’s mouth closed with a click. He tried to maintain the superior expression on his face, but it was marred by his obvious fear, his hand jerking upward as if to touch the collar around his throat.
Despite herself, Trish already felt satisfaction at knowing Ken’s massive ego was about to be knocked down a peg or two.
“Daddy knows exactly who has you,” the Wolf said, his voice lower, softer, and yet far more threatening than Ken’s posturing. “I’m sure I’ll be hearing from him sooner rather than later, but there’s nothing he can do, if he even cares I’ve picked you up.”
That would be quite a quandary for Ken Senior. Would he exert his power to free his son? Or would he trust in the Wolf’s system to get his son back safe? If he tried to get Ken free, he’d need to bargain for Lisa as well, or else public opinion would turn on him. And, considering the Wolf seemed to have picked up Ken Junior for his own amusement, was there any leverage Senior had that the Wolf would be willing to trade for?
It might be easier to leave his son where he was, knowing he’d be returned relatively unharmed.
Trish almost felt sorry for Ken Junior. While there were plenty of parents on the Moon who were happy to sacrifice their children for their own personal gain, there were also plenty of parents who seemed to love their children. It might be his misfortune to have been born to the former.
The Wolf looked away from Ken as unimportant without taking the time to dismiss him, and his gaze landed on Lisa to slide down her body and study her. Lisa flushed, shifting as though she wanted to cover herself, and then changing as she pulled her hands away from her privates and turned her body slightly as if to present herself, her back arching to showcase her breasts and ass. The expression on her face changed, too, from being watchful and scared to seductive—although still a little scared.
Trish didn’t know what to think of Lisa. She was like a chameleon. When Lisa had first been taken, she’d been terrified until she’d tried to seduce Jordan, and then she’d become subdued when he hadn’t been interested. Lisa had seemed excited after she’d realized it was the Wolf who had kidnapped them, and she’d seen Alex and Bella, and then subdued again when she’d realized the Wolf would be keeping her and Ken. When she’d come in just now, Lisa had looked subdued until the Wolf had focused on her, and now she was back to ‘seductress.’
“Slut, you have a choice,” the Wolf said. Beside Lisa, Ken looked like he tried to gather his courage to interrupt again. “You can suck my cock, or you can suck Bitch’s cock.”
“Yours.” Lisa practically jumped forward to get away from Ken. The soldiers standing in front of her parted, one of them looking surprised, the other looking smug. The noise of general conversation lifted for a few moments as the soldiers around the room settled bets. This must have been a choice the Wolf often put forward, and with varying results.
Had any of the Wolf’s other captives worn the same expression as Lisa? The woman didn’t look excited, but she didn’t look reluctant, either. Just… strangely determined.
The Wolf gestured at the soldiers who still stood around Ken as the floor behind them began to move, the lower level lifting up the Wolf’s playground to the center of the room. “He’s all yours.”
“Wait! No! Fuck you!” Ken started screaming, spinning around with his fists up, as though he would try to take on all the soldiers. He swung, wildly, and the soldiers laughed as he shouted, his hand going to the collar on his neck as he shook and fell to the floor. His sobs were audible as he tried to kick out at the Wolf’s men.
Some people might have admired his delusions of fighting grandeur—he still tried, though his movements were weak and he sobbed from the pain of the shock collar—but all Trish could think was what an idiot Ken was for continuing to fight a battle he’d already lost. He should be conserving strength, at the very least. He wouldn’t get to get much of a reprieve, even if he still shook from the electric shocks administered through the collar.
“Idiot,” Jordan murmured, his fingers swirling patterns on Trish’s inner thigh, before she felt him turn his attention to where Lisa knelt before the Wolf, her hands undoing the front of his pants to release his cock.
The possessive jealousy Trish thought she had overcome lit up inside her again at Jordan’s interest in the proceedings.
He liked public displays. He liked to watch, and also tobewatched.
Unlike Bella, Lisa was obviously comfortable with what was happening. She appeared eager as she took the Wolf’s cock in her mouth, sliding her lips down the thick shaft to swallow him, whole. Trish got the sense Lisa was willing to do whatever she had to in order to survive—or maybe she was drawn to whomever had the most power and would be the best protector—but would the reasons behind the actions matter to Jordan? After all, Trish hadn’t done anything like that for him. She’d become so upset after the one time he’d had her on real public display that he’d promised: never again.
Did he watch Lisa suck the Wolf’s cock willingly, if reluctantly, and regret keeping Trish? Would he consider Lisa a trade-up?
Fears collided in Trish’s chest, and she snuggled in closer to Jordan, rubbing her nose along his shoulder, toward his neck, as her hand slid down his chest. She squirmed on his lap, moving far enough away from his body that she could slide her hand between her hip and his stomach, her fingers seeking out the hard bulge of his cock. Jordan’s arm behind her back opened slightly, making her fall back against it so her head was no longer nestled in the crook between his neck and shoulder, and he could look at her.
His blue eyes were half-hooded as he studied her expression, and a blush rose in her cheeks.
The sounds of Ken’s screams and sobs were now muffled—probably by some sex act—and Lisa’s slurping noises as she worked over the Wolf’s cock were almost loud in comparison.
Trish’s fingers stilled, curved around Jordan’s bulge, and she licked her lips nervously, making his gaze drop for a moment before rising back up. He frowned.
