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From the main floor, no one would be able to see a thing. They could probably imagine what Jordan was doing had any of them been looking, but, when Trish managed to focus enoughto glance at the soldiers, she could see they were all far more interested in watching the Wolf play with Bella, anyway. Barely any of them gave Trish a second glance if they looked at her at all.
Her nipples ached and throbbed in their confinement and tried to swell against the clamps as Jordan pushed her closer to orgasm. When he thumbed her clit, she jerked against his big body and shuddered around his fingers. Almost immediately, he pulled them away, and Trish nearly cried out in protest before biting her lip.
Her body was pulsing, teetering right on the edge of cumming and unable to push off the edge as Jordan’s wet fingers pressed against the top of her inner thighs to keep her legs open so she couldn’t put the slightest amount of pressure on her swollen clit.
With her eyes closed, she gritted her teeth together and tried to fight against the heavy sensations swirling inside her, demanding satisfaction. It was impossible to concentrate on what was happening around her.
When Jordan abruptly got to his feet, carrying her in his arms, she didn’t know whether a lot of time had passed or no time at all. It felt like both. Trish clung to him as he walked briskly from the hall, her body still quivering, although the need to cum had subsided a little—painfully, but at least it had.
The iron bands of his arms held her tightly—perhaps he felt a little bit of the same desperation? Part of her hoped so because at least that would be fair.Another part of her didn’t because she knew exactly how that desperation would be spent.
Unsurprisingly, Jordan brought her straight back to his room. As he placed her down in the center of the bed, Trish moaned a little, not sure if in denial of what was about to happen or at the part of her that was so desperate to climax.
Jordan pulled the dress up over her head, dropped it on the floor, and, with two fingers, pushed her down so she was laying on her back.
“Arms above your head.” His blue eyes glowed as he loomed over her.
Trish found herself obeying immediately, too far gone in hazy need to consider trying to resist. Not that it would have mattered—Jordan caught her wrists and quickly cuffed them, leaving her bound to the bed, arms stretched high above her head to make her helpless in the way he seemed to like. Kneeling between her legs, he stared down at her, his gaze arrested by the sight of her beneath him.
The ache in her nipples intensified as Jordan’s hands jostled the clamps, echoing the throbbing in her pussy. His mouth hovered over a sensitive bud, heating it,and then his hand moved and there was a small pinch as he removed the clamp.
His hot mouth descended on her nipple, and Trish let out a wild cry as sensation surged. It wasn’t just the pleasure of his mouth suckling the sensitive bud, but a tingling, sharp flare of pain as blood rushed back into the crushed nubbin.
Jordan’s tongue soothed the hurt somewhat, but couldn’t eradicate it completely, and Trish writhed beneath him as her flesh jiggled, her nipple feeling as though it were now swollen to twice its normal size. When he finally lifted his mouth, the nipple did look larger than usual: it was plumper and stood out farther from the slight mound of her breast in an angry, dark-reddish color.
His mouth moved to hover over her still-clamped nipple and Trish pulled at the restraints on her wrists.
“No, no, no, no…”
“I know it hurts, babygirl, but it has to come off,” he said, right before she felt the pinch and then the wet heat of his mouth.
Trish strained as tears sprang to her eyes. Her nipples were two throbbing points of pain on her chest, the discomfort radiating outward and right down between her legs. Part of her couldn’t help wondering what clamps like that might feel like on her clitoris,and then she kicked herself for having the thought. But with her clit aching so badly, the thought had been only natural.
Fingers slid down between her legs; circled around her clit but didn’t touch it. Trish made a strangled noise in the back of her throat as her orgasm hovered. She didn’t beg, though. She refused to beg.
“Say my name, babygirl,” Jordan murmured rather than asking her to beg the way he sometimes did. “I just want to hear my name on your lips as you come.” His voice coaxed. Cajoled. Implied that surely what he was asking for wasn’t so much,especially compared with making her beg.
His finger circled again. Brushed against her swollen clit. A sob rose in Trish as her body arched, demanding.
“Jordan,” she whispered, licking her dry lips. Immediately she was rewarded as his fingers slid over her clit. “Oh! Jordan!”
The thick shaft of his cock pressed against her pussy and thrust in, making Trish cry out loudly as she was brutally stretched open. Her anus clenched around the plug, igniting those nerve endings, and, as his groin slammed against her pussy lips and clit, her long-awaited orgasm crashed over her.
“Jordan!”
Trish screamed his name without thought as she writhed beneath him, sobbing with ecstatic relief as the pleasure rode her. Her legs wrapped around the backs of his thighs, every wave of erotic bliss surging with every thrust into her body. The hot, hardness of his cock was like steel inside her, and her pussy convulsed around him, shuddering with the hot sensation of rapture.
It wasn’t until her climax began to subside that Trish realized what she was doing and choked back another repetition of his name, her legs falling away from where she’d had her thighs tight around his waist. The tingling buzz in her pussy was pure physical satisfaction, and little aftershocks of pleasure shuddered through her as Jordan continued to pump his cock in and out of her.
When he pulled out, she was surprised until he flipped her over. Trish’s wrists crossed in front of her as he positioned her on her knees to bow down before him, bottom in the air as if she were offering it to him. Trish shuddered, but she was too limp, too satiated to do anything but kneel there as his cock lined back up with her pussy and thrust in.
This position made him feel even larger, especially as his body rubbed up against the base of the plug in her ass. The feeling of fullness intensified as he jostled the plug, rubbing it against her sensitive nerve endings. Flashes of pleasure were already coiling inside her again.
Slap!
A little puff of air escaped her lips as Jordan smacked her ass between his thrusts. It didn’t hurt exactly—just a slight sting and then warmth spread from the spot.
Slap!
