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Her hips began to buck of their own accord, not caring that Trish didn’t want everyone to know how much she was enjoying it. Her thighs tried to close around Bella’s head, drawing the other woman closer, but Bella pushed them further open, giving her greater access to Trish’s pussy, which she started suckling at feverishly.
The loud cheers filled Trish’s ears as tears of humiliation sparked in her eyes.
“Oh … Oooohh … Oh nooooo!”
There was no stopping it. Trish’s orgasm ripped through her as Bella suckled her clit, her body not caring about the large audience and the ribald cheers, no matter how they humiliated her. Pleasure wracked her, and Trish’s pussy spasmed uncontrollably. She couldn’t hide the intense high of her climax. When the tension finally left her body, she felt Bella’stongue lapping at her pussy, making her quiver with less intense, but still pleasurable, aftershocks.
“Well, Pet has certainly earned her meal.” The Wolf’s deep voice carried, even in the loud room.
Bella sat up, and Trish closed her legs, feeling even more vulnerable than she had before, her body still quivering from the pleasure.
“Jordan, perhaps you can ensure that your babydoll earns hers.”
A roaring filled her ears as she realized her ordeal was not yet over, and it drowned out whatever else the Wolf said, although she could imagine. Bella crawled off the bed, only to be replaced by Jordan.
“Come here, babydoll,” he said with a wicked grin. Trish felt like crying. Her muscles were like water, she was humiliated beyond belief, and she was so tired and hungry she didn’t care what happened next. She felt broken.
But apparently her body wasn’t completely broken.
Lying on his back, Jordan pulled her on top of him, his hands spanning her waist to lift her up and then lower her onto his raging erection. The thick shaft split open her sensitive tissues, reawakening the nerve endings that were already sensitive from her first orgasm. She closed her eyes, letting him move her the way he wanted to—she just wished it didn’t feel so good. It was one thing to let him do as he pleased, another to derive pleasure from it. Unfortunately, she couldn’t stop it, and her body was so exquisitely sensitive that, at the moment, everything was pure pleasure.
Trish gasped as he began to move underneath her, his strong hands helping to lift her up and let her fall back onto his large cock. In this position, he felt even bigger than she remembered; her pussy was so full, his cock rasping against her tender insides, rubbing over all her most sensitive spots. When he brought herdown, he would roll his hips, rubbing his groin against her clit in a way that made her moan.
The better it felt, the harder it was not to go along with his movements. She kept catching herself helping him, her leg muscles working to lift her, her body rubbing against his when he rolled his hips.
She was so tired, so mentally exhausted, even the cheers weren’t bothering her anymore. Not much anyway. Not enough.
They moved like that until Jordan grew impatient and started lifting her faster, his hips thrusting up harder. Trisha cried out as his cock slid into her body, his rough movements impaling her on the steely shaft. Her clit swelled, and, as he began to throb, her second orgasm crested. Tears slid down her cheeks as she spasmed around him, milking his cock of cum.
The tears continued to slide as he groaned and finished rubbing her against his body, allowing her to fall on top of him. She couldn’t make them stop. She just kept crying, and crying.
She felt herself being lifted from the bed, wrapped closely in Jordan’s arms, and she clung to him because what else could she cling to? Dimly, she was aware of being on his lap when someone brought her dress over and he pulled it down over her head. Her tears continued falling.
Jordan lifted a glass to her lips. Fed her bites of food. But she just kept sniffling and, even though she managed to stop for some brief periods, she couldn’t stop herself from crying again. The soft, deep murmur of his voice did nothing to soothe her. Neither did his hand stroking her back. Trish could tell he was becoming worried, but she didn’t care. The tears kept flowing until she was cried out and then she fell asleep on his shoulder.
Jordan frowned as he placed Trish on the bed.
Water.
She might need water. She’d certainly cried enough to dehydrate herself. Of course, she could go to the bathroom to get a cup for herself, but he wanted to provide it for her.
After placing the cup of water on the table, he went back to the Wolf’s room. The Wolf liked to be in the main room where anyone could find him easily. The acoustics were brilliantly plotted so, if he stood at a certain point on the dais, everyone in the room would be able to hear him, but when he was not at that spot, no one in the room could hear their conversation. Jordan didn’t spend too much time on the dais, other than hearing the Wolf’s plans so he could go implement them.
Jordan trusted the Wolf to know what he was doing. Although the Wolf could lead the soldiers himself—and occasionally did, especially when a plan called for multiple groups—he was better off running everything from the Compound rather than going out on missions. That was what Jordan was for. He knew he couldn’t make all the plans the Wolf could. Jordan excelled at tactics; the Wolf excelled at strategy. Jordan worked best in the field, training the soldiers and keeping the Compound running. It was a good system.
The Wolf looked up when Jordan approached, raising one dark eyebrow in question.
“No more public scenes for Trish,” Jordan said firmly.
The Wolf’s eyebrow went even higher, his gaze thoughtful as he stared at Jordan. Possibly assessing whether or not to take offense at Jordan’s demand. After all, the Wolf was in charge.Jordan was just his right hand. But, he didn’t flinch or back down from the Wolf’s challenging gaze.
Finally, the Wolf nodded. “Alright then. I may still use you to help with Pet and Toy on occasion.”
Jordan shrugged. That didn’t bother him. Just no more public scenes for Trish. Today had been worse than her first day.
The Wolf studied him. “Are you still planning on retiring?”
Jordan nodded. “But not till this is over.”
