She squeaked as Jordan released her hair, and she went tumbling off him, falling onto her side, which turned to being on her back as he rolled with her, pinning her beneath him, his big body settling between her legs. With the way she’d fallen, her skirt had flipped up, and the rough fabric of his pants rubbed against her tender pussy lips, the bulge of his erection splitting them apart.
Trish found herself strangely incensed.
Yes, he’d have to go back to his duties now that they were at the compound… but when Jordan had brought her back to their room to talk, Trish had thought she’d have his undivided attention for a while. Maybe even for the rest of the day. Instead, he wanted to throw questions at her, have a quick fuck, and then go back to his work.
The old Trish would have realized it was reasonable. The even-older Trish would have been relieved that he would leave her to her own devices for a while.
But the Trish she was now, his Trish, who had become used to having his constant and undivided attentions, who had quietly sat on his lap while he’d spoken with the Wolf and Zadia; the Trish who had come to crave his attention and touch…
Well, she was kind of pissed.
And, as she bucked her hips, screeching in a fury when he chuckled, she also felt a wild sexual excitement as, for the first time in a long time, Trish tried to fight him off.
“No! I don’t want to have sex! You’re being a jerk!”
Jordan shook his head as he sat back and pulled Trish up enough to yank her dress off over her head. She tried vainly to cling to the fabric, but he ripped it right out of her hands and tossed it on the floor. And then she realized he was no longer holding her down.
Heart pounding, with no way she could escape or stop him, Trish tried to push herself up and away from Jordan.
Almost made it, too. She cried out in frustration as big hands caught her around the waist, pushing her down onto her stomach. When she tried to turn onto her back, so she could at least slap him or something, he was straddled over her and let more of his weight fall onto her to press down the center of her back. She could kick, she could flail, but her movements were useless, and Trish let out another wail of frustrated fury. She couldn’t even push herself up and slam her back against his balls because his weight was flattening her.
She squirmed, and tears sprang into her eyes as he grabbed her wrists and attached the cuffs to the headboard, easily restraining her.
“No! No, no, no,no! Jordan! You can’t just chain me up and fuck me because you feel like it!”
He snorted.
“Yes, I can.”
The heavy weight pinning her down lifted, and a harsh swat to Trish’s ass had her squealing as the spot flared with heat and pain.
“Ow!”
“And no cursing.”
“Fuck you!” She tried to turn onto her side and kick at him.
Clucking his tongue, he caught her ankle, and, within two minutes, Trish had two plump pillows under her hips to lift up her ass. Her ankles were spread wide apart and cuffed to the bed, leaving her helpless, frustrated, and excited. Even as angry and resentful as she was, her hard nipples still rubbed against the sheets, and her pussy was slickly wet and starting to ache.
“Jordan!” she whined, squirming.
“Hush, little girl—naughty girls don’t get to talk.” His hand came down on her ass again with a loud, hard smack.
Trish shrieked and then shrieked again as he repeated the blow to the other side of her bottom.
And again.
And again.
She pulled at the cuffs on her wrists and ankles, squirming on top of the pillows propping her up as Jordan started to spank her in earnest.
It wasn’t quite a ‘bad girl’ spanking, but it was closer to that than the playful spankings she’d received when she’d been bratty. There was no warm-up, no mercy, just hard slaps, peppered across her ass, turning the creamy skin a hot, pulsing pink as tears began to sting her eyes in response to the growing burn.
“I’m sorry!”
Smack!Smack!Smack!
“I said I’m sorry!”
