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Slap!
Slap!
His hand peppered her bottom, making her squirm as he spanked her in between thrusts. This wasn’t a hard spanking; he was doing it because he wanted to—because he liked it. The warmth spreading across her skin made Trish’s entire body feel flushed as his cock rubbed against her inner muscles between each swat. Trish whimpered. She didn’t want this to feel good, especially now, after she’d already reached her climax, and hewas spanking her,but her body didn’t care about things like pride or dignity.
Slap!
Slap!
The smacks became harder, heating her skin further, stinging a little longer, and Trish clenched around his cock every time his hand fell. Jordan’s grunts and moans of appreciation made it clear how much he was enjoying taking her from behind and spanking her while he did it.
When he began to play with the plug in her ass in between thrusts, Trish’s body shuddered with the intense sensations. He pulled the plug back and forth, twisted, then thrust, making her feel as though she were being fucked in both holes at once. And then he’d let go and slap her already pink ass a few more times before returning his attention to playing with the plug.
Trish was panting from fighting back the pleasure she didn’t want; tilting forward to press her face into the mattress so he couldn’t hear her moans and soft sounds of pleasure as his ministrations did exactly what he wanted. This made her sore nipples graze the bed every time Jordan thrust forward, shoving her body with his and increasing her overall pleasure, but at least he couldn’t hear her.
Still, he’d be able to feel the gripping of her pussy as he rode her, the way she shuddered as he fucked her with the plug in conjunction with his cock, the way her body rippled whenever his hand slapped the jiggling, pink flesh of her ass. When he leaned forward over her, his hands sliding up her sides to cup her breasts again, his fingers closing roughly over her soft flesh, Trish sucked back a whimper. Her nipples throbbed, her ass clenched around the plug as his position pressed his body against its base, and she squirmed as his balls slapped against her clit when he thrust fully into her.
So full.
So good.
Long, slow, hard strokes filled her as he covered Trish’s body with his own, dominating her in every sense of the word, and, while her brain might have been reluctant, her body responded with euphoric delight. She was already sensitive, primed from her first orgasm and he’d taken the time to build her up again. Tension coiled and tendrils of pleasure slid through her, breaking down what little was left of her resistance.
“That’s it, baby,” Jordan whispered in her ear, as if he could sense her submission. “Just let go. It’s going to feel so good…”
He sucked her earlobe into his mouth, biting down gently with his teeth, and Trish cried out into the mattress, muffling the noise. His hand slid from one breast down between her legs. Fingers sought out her clit… rubbed… circled… and pinched. The little jolt of pain that accompanied her pleasure sent her soaring higher.
His body pulled back slightly, giving him more room to thrust harder, faster, his fingers worrying her clit between the callused pads, and Trish screamed into the mattress as her orgasm hit her like a space shuttle. The intense sensations multiplied as Jordan moved more roughly in and out of her, his cock expanding, pressing against the walls of her pussy as he started to come. Hot liquid filled her as he pumped, his hips still moving even as he spurted his cum into her pussy.
Trish sobbed with the intensity of the sensations wracking her, the throbbing of her sore nipples and bottom, the soreness of her anus from having the plug played with, and the sorely satiated pulse of her pussy. When Jordan slid out of her, she was utterly limp all over, and almost too sensitive to be touched. Even his fingers stroking through her hair as he turned her onto her side and pulled her in to cradle against him made her shiver.
“So beautiful,” Jordan murmured under his breath, his fingers drawing through the silky strands of her hair. “My babygirl.”
It really wasn’t fair that the first time in her life when she truly believed someone thought she was beautiful, when she felt like someone cared about her, it had to be him.
9
Trish was becoming used to waking up being pleasured. Jordan’s mouth on her pussy as she slowly came awake didn’t faze her at all. It felt expected. Almost natural. And made it far too easy to forget where she was and who was giving her the pleasure, and just give into it. Mewling, she writhed, reaching down to touch him. As soon as her fingers brushed the short, soft strands of his hair, she found her wrists wrapped in his long fingers and pulled to either side of her body. His broad shoulders had her legs draped over them, giving her complete access to her pussy without the use of his hands.
As she shuddered with pleasure, she realized he must have used the healing cream on her last night while she’d slept. When she’d fallen asleep, curled up against his chest, her nipples had still ached from the clamps, her pussy had been sore from the rough sex, and he’d even taken the plug out of her bottom when she’d asked, telling him she was sore there, too. Now her nipples felt totally fine, her pussy was more than fine, and the only problem with her bottom was she felt strangely empty without the plug. There were some things she wished she wasn’t getting used to.
Trish writhed against Jordan’s mouth, letting him have his way with her, not bothering to fight it. She moaned as he laved his tongue over her clit, expertly toying with her and prolonging her pleasure until she moaned his name. Then he was on top of her, holding her wrists down on either side of her head, and his cock slid into her.
As he thrust, Trish found her hips meeting each one, her body thrumming with the need to come again. She’d never had so many sexual urges in her life before coming here, and right after waking, she had less control over herself than other time of the day. It was all still vaguely dreamlike and not nearly as wrong. She cried out as Jordan pounded into her, much harder and faster than he had the night before.
There was no taking his time, no trying to make her orgasm multiple times; just hard, raw need as he took possession of her. It didn’t matter. She was already wet and highly aroused from the way he’d woken her, her pussy throbbing, her body coiling with tension, and, as he feverishly fucked her, Trish came apart beneath him. Ecstasy rose and fell, swamping her, filling her, shuddering through her as he groaned out her name and sent his own hot pleasure flowing into her.
She was dimly aware of him moving around her afterward, of the warm, wet cloth cleaning her pussy. When she was rolled onto her side and a thick plug pressed into her bottom, she didn’t do more than grumble, wince, and then sigh as it settled into place.
“Good girl,” she heard Jordan murmur. A kiss pressed against her temple as she fell back into sleepy oblivion.
During the meals taken with soldiers, Jordan never sat with the same people. He moved, every mealtime, even though almost nobody else did. It didn’t matter to Trish where he sat, since it wasn’t like she knew anyone.
At first, she wondered if he did it so she could meet everyone, since he introduced her every time, though he didn’t encourage conversation with the other soldiers. He was more possessive when she sat next to a male soldier than a female soldier, but less possessive about a male civilian than a soldier of any kind.
“It’s about strength,” Laura said when Trish mentioned it quietly to her.
Laura was a stunningly gorgeous civilian woman paired with a soldier named Marek, whom Jordan seemed friendlier with than others. The two women sat between Laura and Marek over breakfast, but the men seemed inclined to let them have their own conversation. Trish couldn’t help but wonder if that was Jordan’s doing.
