That shouldn’t have turned her on… but it had. She’d been angry—well, pouty, really—and… Okay, well no, if he’d given in to her pouting, she would have lost some respect for him.
Of course, he had to work.
She was the only one who didn’t have to work at all.
Still pouty, Trish got up from the bed and went to the computer, wincing as she sat down.
Ouch.
Her poor butt would be feeling today’s lesson for a while. And what had the lesson been?
Don’t try to keep Jordan from his job. Or be unreasonable about him having one.
He’d have to go back to work now that they were at the compound. And, eventually, he’d have to do some work in Rio, too. He wouldn’t have every moment of every day to devote to Trish.
Trish pulled up her classwork, trying to ignore the tingle in her pussy and nipples. There were probably cameras in the room whenever Jordan was out of it, just like there had been in Rio, and Trish didn’t need another spanking on top of the one she’d already been given.
As she scanned her next assignment, her mind was still on whether to stay on Earth or go to the colony. Trish wanted to stay on Earth but had a little trouble admitting, even to herself—maybe especially to herself—she wanted to stay because she wanted to live a hedonistic lifestyle as Jordan’s little girl: hislittle sex toy he could fuck whenever he wanted, even when she said ‘no.’ A life of orgasms and being cared for. It seemed so selfish.
And she wanted it so badly.
19
This time, they made the trip back to Rio accompanied by Cora and Trace. Cora’s compound was close to Rio, and she needed someone to help manage the security so she and Trace could concentrate more fully on the colony ship and the fuel compounds.
Although Trish had known both the move and the new job were coming, she was still a little pouty over it not being a complete retirement for Jordan.
She didn’t show her pout, though. As usual, Jordan had her on his lap during the trip while he talked with Cora and Trace about what they needed at their lab.
They were slightly concerned with attempts by the Moon’s government or its few allies left on Earth to get in and see what the Wolf’s people were doing, or attempting to sabotage their plans. Leadership on the Moon was definitely aware something was going on.
When Trish had tried to send messages to Alex and Bella, they hadn’t been returned. Bryant, a civilian but also a computer genius, had hacked into the system and discovered the Moon’s government had flagged the message and pulled it from the system. It had never made it to Alex and Bella.
Trish hadn’t put anything damning or important in the message; she’d just wanted to make sure Bella and Alex had arrived safely and were okay, and to let them know she was okay.
That the Moon wouldn’t even allow that much communication didn’t bode well.
So, Trish reminded herself not to pout. It wasn’t that Jordan didn’t want to pay attention to her. She was on his lap, his hands touching her as always, after all—it was that he was also focused on larger-picture things. Besides, she shouldn’t pout, anyway.
It was weird how quickly Trish had gotten used to having all his attention and had decided she’d liked it. She’d never been the center of anyone’s attention. Jordan had given her more attention than anyone ever had, and, by the time they were in Rio and she’d had his complete attention, she’d found she craved it.
Trish still occasionally wondered if she was the victim of Stockholm Syndrome, but it seemed to matter less and less whether she was. She was happy. She was cared for. She was pampered and cossetted and given everything she could possibly want.
Jordan had even asked what she wanted when it came to staying on Earth or going to space.
He’d also been relieved when Trish had told him she wanted to stay on Earth. He hadn’t brought up kids again, and neither had Trish. She didn’t want them right now, that might never change. Right now? She didn’t think so… but Trish had never thought she’d feel okay about being taken by Jordan, used, and now kept constantly by his side and occasionally dressed up and treated like his little girl. It sounded so wrong when she thought about it that way, so, mostly, she didn’t think about it.
Back in their home in Rio, Jordan made dinner while Trish sat at the counter, idly watching the news vids. Another report about Ken and Lisa being missing came on, and Trish tilted her head to the side. The reporters seemed angry rather than starstruck as they talked about people being taken by the Wolf. That was new.
Their focus was a lot more on Ken than Lisa. Maybe that was why the reporters were mad, too—the son of such a powerful man? He’d probably thought his own family was safe, and he was seriously angry in the clips they showed. He talked about the egregious conduct of the Wolf, how no one was safe while the Wolf was still in operation, and how the man needed to be stopped.
Gee, if only he’d cared before it had affected him personally. Trish snorted.
Self-centered jackass.
Next to the Wolf, Ken Senior was not much of a threat. She’d never gotten an up-close look at how the Moon’s government ran things, but, from her seat at the Wolf’s compound and their opinion of the level of threat the Moon posed, Trish would have put her money on Earth.
Even now, with Jordan coming to help with security, the leaders on Earth put stock in being over-prepared and anticipating every scenario—even the unlikely ones. They didn’t believe the Moon’s leaders or their allies knew what they were up to, and they didn’t think any attempts on Cora’s compound would succeed, but, with Cora and Trace needing to focus their attention, the Earth’s leaders weren’t taking any chances, either.
