Instead, as the Wolf called Lisa to him, Jordan stood up, lifting Trish in his arms, and moved to the exit.
With her arms clinging around his neck, Trish had one last view of Lisa getting on her knees in front of the Wolf as the floor opened and his personal sex-dungeon began to rise. Brianne, a stunning redhead, stood behind Ken, her hands in his hair and a smile on her lips as she watched the set-up rise. Beside her, Brick looked down at Ken with anticipation in his eyes.
The captives were in for a production.
As if hearing some silent call, people started to head into the main room to see the show, even as Jordan carried Trish out of it.
She had to admit some part of her wanted to stay, too. Wanted to see what the Wolf did to them; wanted to be a witness for Alex and Bellabecause it was Lisa and Ken’s fault Alex and Bella had been taken by the Wolf to begin with. Another part of Trish was horrified she’d want to watch, even if, deep down, she thought Lisa and Ken deserved some of it.
“Where are we going?” she asked as they got past the crowd heading into the main room and the space in the hallway opened up. Trish rested her head against Jordan’s shoulder, content to be carried, but curious what they would do now.
“Our room. I want to talk about what the Wolf brought up.”
“Ooo,youwant to talk?” She played up the disbelief in her voice.
A rumble went through his chest as he chuckled, his hand on her bottom squeezing her cheek in playful warning. When they’d been in Rio, Trish had discovered that when she’d been sassy in their house, sometimes she’d get a spanking—but not the kind she’d usually gotten from him. These had been a lot more fun. The swats had started gentler, slowly building the heat in her skin, playing on her masochistic tendencies. She’d always had a reaction to being spanked by him, physically, but she’d enjoyed this new kind of spanking in more than one way.
It had brought out a sassier side to herself that Trish hadn’t known she’d had.
She’d never felt safe enough, secure enough, with anyone to be sassy or tease them. But Jordan liked it when she was, and it had turned into a kind of game, with her tentatively sassing, and him giving her a very pleasurable spanking for being sassy. It was the closest he’d come to being playful.
“Yes, I want to talk,” he said in his usual deep rumble, as if to contradict her thoughts about him being playful. A little smile on her lips, Trish rested her head on his shoulder. When had she changed so much as to find him amusing?
Carrying Trish through the halls of the compound gave Jordan a satisfaction he’d never experienced. Even after she’d chosen to stay with him, he had worried she might change her mind or wake up and turn into… well, someone else. Not his Trish.
Instead, she’d become more ‘his Trish’ than ever. Sweet, with just a hint of occasional brat when she was looking to play.Before, he might not have thought her occasional challenges for dominance would have been a good thing, but Jordan had found that, with Trish, he liked it. Unlike his previous girlfriends, Trish didn’t want to win the challenge. She preferred it when he ended one of her little challenges by tossing her over his knee and turning her bottom a bright pink before fucking her to screaming orgasm.
It was a system that worked for both of them.
Jordan thought about the Wolf’s offer.
Being part of the first colony off planet didn’t appeal to Jordan. He’d already had enough of scrabbling and working hard to get where he was now, and Trish hadn’t had an easy time in her life either. He wanted to relax and pamper her and he had the means to do so now. Plus, a colony would need colonists who wanted kids. Jordan didn’t want kids.
But he didn’t know what Trish wanted. Giving her the option to stay or go back to the Moon… well, it had changed how she was with him in a good way. He liked it. The Wolf had been right: giving a choice was good. Jordan wanted to talk about this with Trish so they could choose together.
It was strange that he hadn’t been willing to bend for any of the women he’d been with before when they’d demanded he do so, but with Trish—of whom he’d taken complete control—Jordan wanted her to be happy. So, he’d bend if that’s what she wanted. She wouldn’t have to demand.
He still hoped she would want to stay on Earth, though. Preferably without kids. Although, if she wanted some, Jordan would do his best to not completely suck as a father. If nothing else, he could probably manage better than his own had. The thought still didn’t appeal.
Trish lay quietly in his arms until he reached their room, where she perked up again, amused by the idea of Jordan wanting to talk.
Which was a little insulting.
He talked.
He talked more to her than he’d talked to anyone in his life.
It wasn’t that big of a deal.
But the way her blue eyes sparkled as he set her down on the bed, a little smile curving her lips, said she thought it was. Jordan didn’t let any of his feelings of exasperation show. Hedidtalk.
“What are we talking about?” Her eyes still sparkled with amusement, and Trish tilted her head to the side impishly.
Did she realize she adopted a higher, more girlish voice, at times? Often, when they’d been in the special room he’d had designed and decorated for her in Rio, and whenever Trish had been bratty, her voice got a little lilt and resonated a little higher.
Since Jordan had liked it and hadn’t wanted her to stop, he hadn’t pointed it out, in case she hadn’t noticed. While Trish had loved her room and the toys—one stuffed teddy bear in particular—she hadn’t liked having it pointed out to her, and would deny herself the things she liked if he brought attention to it.
“Going to the colony or staying here on Earth,” he said, moving to lay down on the bed and pull her on top of him. Trish was so light she felt like a blanket—one that didn’t cover him all the way. He started pulling her hair to the side with one hand, stroking the silky strands as he ran his fingers through them. Her head was tucked against his chest, practically under his chin, and Jordan’s cock started to swell.
