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“Just breathe, babygirl, this isn’t going to harm you, but it’s not going to be comfortable either. Bear down and that’ll make it easier.”
Easy for him to say.
But she didn’t have an option. The hard tip prodded at her back entrance, and Jordan began to push it inside. The tight ring of muscle resisted opening for a moment, as if it had contracted to its original size and was fighting being spread again, and Trish couldn’t stop the grimace on her face as it suddenly relinquished the fight.
The plug sank in, stretching her wider and wider as her cheeks went red. Beads of sweat stood out on her forehead, and she began to moan at the discomfort as Jordan pushed the intruding object in. It was both longer and thicker than the previous plug, and she could feel the difference. He worked itback and forth in her anus, fucking her with it as she struggled to adjust.
“That’s it, little girl,” he murmured, practically crooning to her. His eyes flicked back and forth between meeting hers in the mirror and watching the plug push into her backside. Trish could only imagine what the huge piece of rubber looked like, disappearing into her rear entrance, the thick black base ready to nestle between her cheeks as soon as he managed to embed it completely. “Just a little more.”
Her muscles screamed, and Trish cried out as he shoved the fattest part of the plug into her ass, making her shudder at the sharp burst of pain… and then it was over. She gulped, taking in several deep breaths. She was so full—so much fuller than she could have imagined. There was no way she would be able to ignore this plug at times, the way she had the other. Her inner muscles were already sore and clamping down around the intruder, trying to push it out, to no avail.
To her utter humiliation, Jordan stroked her bottom and then dipped his fingers down into her very wet pussy. He rubbed his fingers over her clit and smiled at her moan, causing her to clench her jaw to keep from doing so again.
“Okay, baby, punishment’s over. Now you can come make it up to me.”
She quailed but didn’t protest as he helped her to stand. The movement made her gasp and whimper as the plug jostled inside her. It was incredibly uncomfortable, slightly painful, and strangely erotic. The slickness of her plump pussy lips attested to her arousal. Knowing Jordan knew she was aroused made it worse, as he obviously liked that she was turned on despite herself.
Walking was a slight adjustment. The base of the plug pressed into her buttcheeks, the bulb moved with every step she took, and Trish found her posture changing to helpaccommodate it. Not that she took more than ten steps before Jordan was pushing her to her knees in front of him.
She already knew what to expect and opened her mouth with resignation as he pulled out his cock. She could feel him watching her, but the big plug in her ass made her wary of doing anything that would give him an excuse to punish her again. Trish understood her compliance was dangerous to her own psyche, but she couldn’t help it. She’d seen what the Wolf was putting Bella and Alex through and knew she couldn’t handle that. In some ways, her small act of rebellion had been because she hadn’t been afraid Jordan would do anything too terrible to her. In hindsight, she could see it was a way of testing him. One which he’d responded to creatively and surprisingly.
Even if Trish didn’t like the big plug, it was effective. She felt incredibly submissive. It was impossible to forget who was in charge when there was an uncomfortable reminder shoved up her bottom.
The thick, meaty taste of him slid onto her tongue, and Trish automatically sucked, making him groan as his fingers slid into her hair. His hips thrust, pushing him deeper into her mouth, and she closed her eyes. His fingers caressed her head as he moved in and out, the length of his cock gliding over her tongue and into her throat, the skirt of her dress swaying against her thighs as she moved with him. It was easier than the last time; she knew what to expect now, and there was almost a hypnotic rhythm to his thrusts. The taste was musky, a little salty, and her nose filled with a scent she’d already realized was specific to him, specific to this area of his body.
Groaning, he praised her, urging her to suck him harder, and Trish found the more cooperative she was, the gentler he became. Instead of just using her mouth as a receptacle for his cock, he allowed her to control more of their movements, let her hold him in place as she hummed around his length or swirledher tongue around the head—sparing her throat the discomfort of having him thrust into it.
It wasn’t that she was doing this voluntarily, she told herself—she was just trying to make it easier on herself. That wasn’t for him… it was for her. A logical excuse that made it easier for Trish to relax. After all, he would fuck her mouth either way, she might as well ensure he did it in the way that was most comfortable for her.
As she sucked and swirled her tongue, Trish ignored the strange sense of pleasure she got from listening to his moans, from seeing the way his head tilted back when she hit a particularly good spot, or from meeting his eyes when he looked down to watch his cock disappearing between her lips.
“Fucking… good girl…” he said, his voice a gasp as the bottom of his cock began to pulse against her tongue. He gripped her head and pushed into her throat, her nose pressed against his groin as he came, his cum jetting straight down into her stomach. Trish’s hands pushed against his thighs, but there was no moving until he was finished. And then he released her, and she gasped for breath, her lips and throat raw. “Such a good girl. My baby deserves a reward.”
“I … no … I?—”
Ignoring her weak attempt at a protest, Jordan picked her up and set her down on the edge of the bed before pushing her back and kneeling between her thighs. He draped her legs over his shoulders and pulled her ass to the edge of the bed, where he took one wrist in each hand to hold her arms in place so she couldn’t move. And he lowered his mouth to her pussy.
Trish hadn’t wanted to acknowledge how aroused she was, how aroused she’d remained as she’d sucked his cock. She hadn’t wanted to know. But when his tongue touched her wet slit, sliding up the juicy center, there was no way to deny how her body had reacted. Her anus clenched around the plug as Jordanlapped at her pussy, making her squirm so much his hands tightened on her wrists.
“Noo… please… no, I… oh please…” Trish’s back arched, and she gasped, cutting off her words before she stopped begging ‘no’ and started begging ‘yes.’ Because her body was aching to orgasm again. She didn’t know why, she didn’t know how it could, but her pussy throbbed with the need, with the desire she didn’t want. Her hips rolled as his tongue delved between her pussy lips, heating her inside and out.
When his mouth moved up to her clit, she was practically sobbing with the need to come, tears filling her eyes, but she refused to ask him for it. Not that he cared. He sucked her clit into his mouth, biting down gently on her tender flesh, and right behind the flash of pain came her release, a wave of ecstasy crashing into her. Trish screamed as her body rocked, unable to escape the sucking of his mouth on that tender bud, as she came against her will. It was her reward and a punishment, all in one.
Later that day, Jordan took her out of their room and led her to a new one. Following him in, Trish was relieved to see Alex and Bella. Even though they were really the Wolf’s prisoners, and she was Jordan’s, she still felt better when they were there.
Bella and Alex were curled up on the bed, holding each other, and Trish felt a stab of jealousy. The only person she had to hold was Jordan, and while he definitely wanted to hold her, it was not the same.
“Up,” said Jordan, his voice hard and unyielding.
Alex stood, positioning himself between Jordan and Bella, and Trish experienced another stab of envy. Which was ridiculous because she knew—had witnessed—Alex and Bellabeing treated much worse than Jordan treated Trish. But she still felt like an outsider to them. Just like on the Moon, she had no place to fit in, even among fellow captives. Behind Alex, Bella slowly slid off the bed.
Jordan laughed at Alex. “Go ahead and try something boy,” he drawled, deliberately insulting. “I don’t need that collar to keep you in line.”
Trish eyed the collar around Alex’s neck curiously but didn’t doubt Jordan’s words. He hadn’t tensed when Alex had stood, completely assured in his own supremacy as a fighter. Bella reached out to touch Alex’s back and get his attention. Beside Jordan, Trish fidgeted and looked away as he spoke.
“She’s smarter than you, you know,” Jordan said, referring to Bella. “Come on. Shower, then breakfast, and then you’ll get a chance to be outside for a bit if you behave.”
He turned, and Trish went with him, shooting a fleeting look over her shoulder at Bella and Alex, feeling strangely distant and yet still connected. Wanting them to follow because she didn’t want to be alone, even if they were a unit that didn’t include her.
