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“She’ll get used to it,” Jordan said affably, which didn’t soothe Trish at all. But she was too scared to kick up any fuss about it. Instead, she froze as Jordan casually slid his hand into the top of her dress and started caressing her breast. “Are your Pet and Toy settled in?”
“Oh yes.” The Wolf’s eyes dropped to where Jordan’s hand was. Trish was frozen, her hands clenched by her sides as Jordan caressed her, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh of her breast. To her horror, she could feel him starting to harden beneath her. “They had a very successful visit to the Doctor. Although, if your intel is correct, we’ll need to intercept a shipment of the new Compound soon.”
“It’s correct,” Jordan said. He toyed with Trish’s nipple, and she concentrated on not squirming on his lap or reacting in any way that would indicate she was receiving any sort of pleasure from his ministrations. It wasn’t him she was having to fight: it was her own responses. After getting her all worked up in his room but not allowing her to come, her body felt twice as sensitive as it had before. Which meant his expert touch felttwice as good, no matter what her mind wanted. “And we should be able to intercept the shipment after the next one. Tomorrow’s will be too soon to get everything in place.”
“Besides which, we need time to acclimate our… guests,” the Wolf murmured.
Trish felt Jordan nod, and then everyone’s attention was diverted as the doors to the room opened and Alex and Bella were led in. Both were naked except for a thick black collar around Alex’s neck. Trish stiffened more as they looked up to the dais and saw her sitting with Jordan and the Wolf, Jordan’s hand still caressing her breasts and tweaking her nipples to hard, little points.
Humiliation swept over her.
Not nearly as much as Bella must have felt when the Wolf forced her to come up to the table and bend over so everyone could see the plug in her bottom, and announced that she was his first anal virgin. Terror shot through Trish at his palpable excitement.
“Don’t worry, babygirl,” Jordan murmured in her ear, rolling her nipple between his fingers. “You’re all mine, which means your sweet little virgin ass is mine.”
He said it quietly enough not to be overheard by anyone. Trish stared at Bella in horror as Alex was brought up to the dais and forced to finger her in order to administer cream to help her sore pussy. Trish couldn’t see the state of it, but from Bella’s little mewls of pain and her pleas to Alex, Trish could only imagine. She knew the cream would help, having experienced its effects for herself, but the humiliating exposure…
The Wolf played with Bella’s breasts in much the same way Jordan was playing with Trish’s. Trying to stifle a moan, Trish turned away from the scene as Bella let out a cry of pleasure. Jordan chuckled at her embarrassment.
“You’ll get used to it, babygirl,” he murmured, his fingers stroking her breasts in a way that made her pussy involuntarily clench.
Trish hated herself for being turned on.
As if he could read her mind, or her thoughts were as clear as day on her face, Jordan said softly, “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. We don’t hide anything here.”
Nothing but her own body’s reaction. Although at least no one but Jordan knew how aroused she was; unlike poor Bella, whom everyone knew had just climaxed.
Jordan’s hand slid up Trish’s skirt, making her whimper. His fingers toyed with her pussy, sliding back and forth in her juices. She was so focused on what he was doing, on her own responses, that the noise in the room sort of blanked out. With her eyes closed, she clutched at his shirt and submissively stayed in place as he stroked and fondled her swollen flesh, making her pant.
“Do you want to come, little girl?” he asked, his voice so low it was almost inaudible. Trish didn’t move. She didn’t nod; she didn’t shake her head.
The truth was, she was desperate to come. Her pussy was swollen and leaking, her body aroused despite the situation. But she couldn’t tell him ‘yes.’ She wouldn’t. She refused to give up that one, last, little vestige of herself.
She couldn’t quite bring herself to say ‘no,’ either.
With a small sound of disappointment, Jordan drew his fingers back, leaving her hot and bothered and unfulfilled. Trish clenched her teeth together. She would have pressed her thighs together, too, but Jordan left his hand up her skirt, long fingers pressing down on her inner thigh. Practically panting, she tried to get her breathing under control.
Trish opened her eyes and almost moaned as she saw Bella on her knees, obviously just having sucked off one of the Wolf’s soldiers, her lips swollen and her cheeks flushed. Alex wasgetting onto his knees, taking her place in front of another man. Trish couldn’t help but stare as Alex opened his mouth and the man in front of him thrust his cock forward. She’d never seen men together like this, although she knew that it happened, of course.
The look of both disgust and determination on Alex’s face reflected some of her own feelings. She was disgusted with herself for her reactions but determined not to let them dictate the choices she could control. She would not beg for Jordan’s touch. She would not beg for orgasm. She would not lose herself that much.
The rest of dinner was torture. Alex and Bella were finally allowed to eat, but they were kept away from Trish. Some of the others at the table tried to talk to her, treating her kindly, and she wasn’t rude, but she wasn’t very open to their friendly overtures, either. And throughout all of it, Jordan kept touching her. Little caresses. Tiny pinches to her nipples. Fingers sweeping up her thigh to brush over her pussy lips.
It wasn’t until the end of the evening, when she was not flinching, that Trish realized what he was doing. He was getting her accustomed her to his touch.
There was nowhere for Trish to pull away to because he’d never let her off his lap. She sat there, frozen, overwhelmed, and near tears because it felt like she was already losing.
Almost as if he realized she was nearing the end of her rope, Jordan lifted her up in his arms, standing as he did. A few quick words to the Wolf, and he was carrying her out of the room. She wanted to hold herself aloof, but her tears started as he walked down the hall, and she pressed her face into his shoulder because the other option was knowing everyone passing her by could see her crying.
His fingers made soothing little caresses on her arm, and he murmured words she couldn’t quite hear into her hair. Trishignored him; all she wanted to do was stop her sobs, but she was failing utterly. She didn’t know how Alex and Bella were doing it. They were so calm—even when tears had leaked from Bella’s eyes, the woman hadn’t broken down like this. Not even when she’d had to suck off two strangers in a row.
Just thinking about it made Trish feel even weaker.
The only comfort she had was knowing Alex and Bella couldn’t control their body’s responses any more than Trish could. Bella hadn’t wanted to come in front of everyone when Alex had been applying the cream to her pussy, but she had anyway. At least Trish hadn’t had to do any of that.
The sound of a door swooshing open and then closing, followed by silence, was the only way she knew they were in his room. Trish didn’t look up. Didn’t change her position. She was already reaching the end of her tears, and she was too tired.
When Jordan got on the bed, he shifted her slightly in his arms, continuing to cradle her. The soft kisses on the top of her head and the caresses of his hands down her arms made Trish want to punch him. She didn’t want his comfort. Even more, she didn’twantto want his comfort, but she couldn’t remember anyone ever holding her or comforting her while she’d cried. She couldn’t remember anyone stopping and taking the time to sit with her.
