Trish’s jaw clenched.
Sometimes she became stubborn about what seemed like the most ridiculous things. Some part of Trish yelled at her to just say the words, but another part of her didn’t want to give in.
He knew she liked the room, even before he’d put her on the horse.
But Trish didn’t want to like the room. Didn’t want to think she liked being treated as a child. Didn’t like having it shoved in her face that she enjoyed being his ‘little girl’ in reality and not just in name. Didn’t like having to acknowledge what he did when he dressed her, brushed her hair, and fed her from his fingers.
Jordan liked to take care of every last one of her needs. He liked her totally dependent on him. And Trish had liked surrendering and letting him take care of her like a child, but she balked at admitting that’s what had happened. She knew what she was doing, why she was balking, yet she couldn’t give him the words.
Not until he made her.
Was this a product of having been kidnapped? Used for his pleasure? Slowly turned into the kind of prisoner who chose to stay in her cage? Or had Trish always been like this, deep down, and the situation and Jordan had tapped into a part of her she might have never realized?
That was something she didn’t know.
All Trish knew was her pleasure rose again, and her mind started to lose track of her thoughts as her arousal and excitement built. Shed give in eventually. She’d say the words—and they would be the truth—but not yet. At least one moreorgasm. Her nipples would burn, her ass stretch, her pussy spasm, and Trish would beg at least once more before she could bring herself to say the words.
It was a game, and one she would lose, but she played anyway.
Her body bowed, her thighs trembling as Trish tried to hold off the next orgasm. She was already too sensitive, too stimulated, and another bout of pleasure would only make it worse—but fighting against the ecstasy would make it more intense when it finally washed over her. There was no way to win.
Jordan’s foot picked up the pace, making the dildos inside her move faster, and Trish screamed, writhing, hands clutching at the handles they were strapped to, tears leaking from her eyes as the intensity of her climax made her entire body spasm.
The sensations wouldn’t stop, her orgasmic shivers were nearly painful in their intensity, and whatever grip she’d been able to gain with her thighs was now gone.
“Please! Let me off! Pleaaaaaaaase!” She tried to twist her body, tried to rise, to no avail.
Damn him.
“Ilike the room!”
The rocking stopped. A moment later, the vibrations of the saddle ceased.
Trish moaned and slumped.
She didn’t cry out until he took the clamps off her nipples and blood began to surge back into the crushed buds, making them tingle painfully enough to slice through the hazy afterglow of her orgasms.
Then she cried out again when Jordan picked her up off the dildos, her holes aching and quivering.
He carried Trish over to the bed and laid her down to climb on top of her. At some point, he’d gotten naked, but she was toopleasure-dazed to remember how or when. His large body was even more out of place on the bed, which had looked large when she’d first seen it, but now seemed small, as if Jordan were too big for it.
His cock began to slide into her hot, slick hole, and Trish cried out as her swollen flesh was stimulated all over again. The hairs on his chest, the hard muscles, rubbed against her aching nipples, and her arm and leg muscles were useless as he began to thrust into her, pounding her pussy as hard and rhythmically as the rocking horse had.
She couldn’t possibly respond again.
She wouldn’t want to.
But her body tingled, warmed, flared. His hot breath was on her neck, his lips moving over her skin, hands holding her so securely, but so gently…
Trish’s arms wound around his neck, her legs slowly lifting to his hips as her own hips canted up to meet his thrusts. Her eyes were closed, her moans soft, and yet those small responses made Jordan lose control.
He shouted her name, his voice hoarse, and thrust hard. Wet heat spilled into her, making her throb.
The weight of his body pressed Trish down securely into the bed, and small kisses dropped on her head and shoulders. Caresses, ensuring she was okay.
Even as Trish dropped into sleep, she couldn’t help but wonder what other wonderful, terrible things Jordan might do to her in this room.
The Wolf’s compound seemed so far away right now, and her former life even farther.
