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“Jordan, this is boring,” the Wolf drawled from the dais. “See if you can’t liven them up a bit, give Pet a couple stripes with your belt for encouragement.”
Bella shrieked and pulled away to turn. Alex was shouting something from the dais. Trish stared, horrified—this wasn’t what she’d intended! She didn’t want Bella hurt; she just wanted it to end! But Trish didn’t have a choice in that, either. She found herself lifted up and tossed on the bed, where she scrambledaway, over to the headboard. On the other side of the bed, what seemed like hundreds of faces stared back at her—there was no escape, nowhere for her to go.
Trish curled up in a ball, watching with wide eyes as Jordan pushed Bella over the edge of the bed, ignoring her pleas and cries for mercy, and raised his belt. The sound of leather snapping against flesh almost made Trish cry out, too. It was horrible. It was her fault. But she couldn’t do anything to stop it. She felt like she was drowning in horror.
Crack!
Bella screamed again. Shouts from the dais and the rest of the room, but Trish couldn’t pull her horrified gaze away from Bella’s tear-streaked face.
Crack!
Another shrill scream.
“Enough.”
The Wolf’s deep voice echoed around the room, and Jordan stopped immediately, lowering the belt and looking up at the dais. His expression was just as lustful as before, making Trish even more terrified. Okay, so he’d liked spanking her, but this was a whole new level of harshness she hadn’t seen from him, and it scared her. This was the man who was keeping her in his room, keeping his hands on her, barely letting her out of his sight.
The Wolf nodded at Trish and Bella. “Let them try again.”
Noooo … no, no, no …
Trish was too afraid to move now. Would she be next if they didn’t provide enough entertainment? She didn’t think she could stand it—this was too much. It was all too much, and she should do something: she should reach out to Bella or touch her—just do what they wanted her to, but she was frozen.
“Come here,” Bella whispered, anger evident in her voice and expression. Now Trish felt even worse because it was likeher muscles were made of ice. They weren’t responding to her brain’s commands at all—she was too tense, too anxious.
“I can’t,” she whispered back. Her eyes flicked around the room, at everyone watching them. Oh god, any minute now she would be on her belly, her ass striped from Jordan’s belt because she couldn’t make her body move, and they were all going to see. “Everyone’s watching… I just… oh god…”
Her mind was falling apart. She couldn’t make her body do what she knew needed to be done. Either way, she would fail. She’d never pleasured a woman; didn’t knowhowto pleasure a woman. What if the Wolf demanded she be whipped because she didn’t know? What if they made her learn onthem? What?—
A hand grabbed her ankle and yanked Trish across the bed, snapping through the almost-trance she’d put herself in. “What are you doing?!”
“Saving us,” Bella snarled. And she practically jumped on top of Trish and pressed their lips together again. Trish’s reaction was instant—she tried to push Bella off, squealing in shock and surprise. She’d entered fight-or-flight mode and she was ready to do both: fight Bella off of her and then flee, damn the consequences. There would be consequences anyway.
“Hold still,” Bella whispered furiously. “Just do what I do.”
From somewhere Trish didn’t understand, she pulled the strength to stop fighting Bella.
If Bella thought she knew what to do, Trish would let her lead the way and hope for the best. Oh god, if only she could shut out the sounds of everyone cheering them on. It felt like her skin was crawling with all those eyes on her. Tears slid down her cheeks as Bella began to kiss down her neck and to her shoulders.
The worst part—the very worst part—was what Bella was doing felt good. Despite her anxiety, despite her fear, Trish was already wet between her thighs. Not that she’d been dry all morning. That was the other part of what Jordan had done toher. All his little touches, caresses, hadn’t just accustomed her to him: they’d also been designed to arouse her. Arouse, but not satisfy. To be feeling it now was humiliating.
But it didn’t stop her from moaning when Bella reached her breasts, squeezing the small, soft mounds. She shivered as Bella sucked one nipple into her mouth. Bella’s lips were softer than Jordan’s, more unsure, yet the touch felt just as good. Maybe better. Her tongue caressed Trish’s nipple. Straddling Trish’s hips, Bella started squeezing Trish’s breasts even harder as she suckled on Trish’s nipples. It started to hurt, but in that good way Trish’s body reluctantly responded to.
“Oh nooo… please stop!” Trish moaned as Bella’s fingers pinched her nipples and tugged, elongating them, turning them a dark pink with her harsh treatment. It was one thing to fake arousal, another to become visibly aroused, especially with pain. Trish grabbed at Bella’s wrists, trying to pull Bella’s hands away from her chest, but the other woman was more solidly built and stronger—not to mention she had the advantage of being on top.
Wetness rubbed against Trish’s pussy mound, and she realized Bella was becoming aroused as well—except Bella was becoming aroused by molesting Trish. Which horrified her even more, even while making her relieved she wasn’t the only one.
Lowering her head again, Bella sucked Trish’s nipple into her mouth, pulling hard on the sensitive nubbin. Releasing Bella’s wrists, Trish grabbed for Bella’s head as her back arched, thrusting her breast up into Bella’s mouth. She could hear the noise around them increasing, and she tried to block it out, she really did.
But then Bella started moving down her body, kissing down Trish’s stomach, and Trish knew the other woman was heading toward her pussy. She felt the loss of Bella above her. Everyone could see her: her dark-pink nipples, the flush of arousal on her cheeks, all her expressions…
She looked up to see Jordan, who looked like a little kid with his nose pressed to a candy store window, salivating to get inside. He wanted to be on the bed with them.
“Oh god…” Trish threw her arm over her eyes, blocking out the sight of everyone else, and especially of Jordan. She didn’t want to watch him watching. Didn’t want to see his expressions. Didn’t want to think about what his enjoyment of this might mean or what could be in her future.
Bella pushed Trish’s legs apart, and Trish whimpered but managed not to fight her.
The soft touch of Bella’s tongue on her pussy made Trish’s hips jump. Pleasure slid through her as Bella’s tongue slid between her folds. Bella’s hair brushed her inner thighs as the other woman began to bob her head up and down, licking the entire length of Trish’s pussy. Bella obviously knew what she was doing, and—as usual—Trish was helpless against the sensations rising inside her. Whenever Bella’s tongue slid over her clit, a jolt of hot pleasure would surge, demanding completion.
