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And the worst part was, she wasn’t sure she wouldn’t like it. His big hands did feel good—strangely comforting, no matter whether Trish now knew it was his fault she was here at all; no matter whether she was terrified of what would happen. Part ofher still wanted to believe him that she wouldn’t be hurt. That everything would be okay.
The next thing Trish knew, she was being lifted—one arm wrapped around her back and the other under her knees—and carried over to a chair where he sat down with her on his lap. It wasn’t the most comfortable position with her wrists still tied behind her back. Those big hands kept caressing her body, her sides, her thighs, her ass, brushing against the sides of her breasts, and eliciting a shameful reaction between her legs. Her nipples tightened, her pussy became wet, and she knew she was becoming aroused, even though it was so, so wrong.
But her tears were also starting to lessen, and she couldn’t help but be a little convinced that maybe the big man didn’t mean her real harm. He was being incredibly, strangely gentle with her.
He cuddled her, absently caressing her in an almost comforting manner and watching as the Wolf gave Bella and Alex the nicknames Pet and Toy and then released his last kidnap victim—Abby, whom he called ‘Slave.’
Like all the others who had come before Abby, she’d be released and sent back to the Moon, back to her family. Trish felt a rush of envy. Not that she’d ever loved living on the Moon, but at least it was familiar. At least she’d known the perils there—loneliness, stagnation, snobbery… Unlike here, where she was brutally confused by Jordan’s interest in her and what her future was to be. She’d never heard of the Wolf’s victims being taken by anyone else in his organization.
Trish began to wriggle, trying to get away, as his touch became less comforting and began to be more sexual. Her skin tingled as his big hand cupped her breasts and the other slid up her thighs.
“Hold still, babygirl,” he murmured in her ear. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
Lips pressed against her temple and began to move down the side of her cheek. Trish closed her eyes, holding absolutely still as he kissed his way down the side of her face and to her neck, tipping her body back to give him better access. The feel of his hands on her body, kneading her small breasts, drawing small circles on her inner thigh, was confusing her. She’d never felt anything like the feverish heat he was creating inside her and didn’t know how to deal with it, how to fight it.
From what seemed like a great distance, she heard the Wolf give Bella, whom he was calling ‘Pet,’ the choice to fuck either him or Alex, whom he called ‘Toy.’ Trish stifled a moan, shivering at the idea of having to choose which man took her. Not that she would be forced to make that kind of choice. Jordan’s intentions were clear, from the fingers that were now teasing the puffy, outer lips of her labia to the rock-hard erection pressing into her side.
A grating sound made her turn her head and open her eyes. There was a hole opening up in the middle of the floor; a platform rising out of it. On the platform was a huge bed, its canopy and corners festooned with chains and restraints. Several wooden structures surrounded it, all looking terrifying, as Trish’s imagination began to work overtime, trying to figure out how they might be used.
Jordan’s fingers slid into her hair and turned her head back to him, and Trish opened her mouth with a gasp as he kissed her, allowing him to thrust his tongue between her lips. He tasted like mint and a hint of smoke, his lips rough on hers, his tongue pushing into her mouth like he was conquering it. She couldn’t move away—his hand was too firm—and she didn’t want to kiss him back, but, as she tried to move her tongue out of the way, it proved impossible, and she found their tongues sliding together. A low groan rumbled in his chest, and he kissed her harder, the hand between her legs sliding up even further to press his fingerbetween her wet, lower lips. Trish let out a small sob against his mouth and tried to press her legs together.
With a growl, the big man pulled away from the kiss and spun her around on his lap so her back was pressed against his chest, trapping her bound arms between their bodies. The motion caused her legs to open involuntarily, and she squealed and tried to wriggle away. Her body was fizzing with the sensation of his fingers between her labia, stroking the sensitive folds, and the fact that she wasn’t sure she wanted it to stop meant sheneededit to stop, immediately. The responses of her body were already too far out of her control.
Jordan wrapped his other arm around her, his hand coming up to cup her breast, and his teeth nipped at her earlobe, tugging on it. The sensation shivered through her, lighting Trish up from the inside as his hot breath brushed against her skin.
“Relax baby, I’m going to make you feel so good.”
Trish made a little noise of distress. She didn’t want to feel good.
She squealed as he pinched her nipple hard, sparking pain through the little bud. His fingers remained on the swollen tip, threatening, and Trish swallowed back her tears as she slowly forced herself to relax against him and stop squirming, hoping he wouldn’t hurt her anymore if she obeyed.
“Good girl,” he crooned.
“Nooooo…” She pleaded and moaned as his knees slid between hers and opened, spreading her legs with his own. The cool air on her exposed, heated flesh made it even more sensitive.
To her relief, he didn’t take immediate advantage of her vulnerability. Instead, he moved his hand up from between her legs, over her stomach, and began to caress and squeeze both breasts, his lips moving over the back of her neck, biting gently at her skin, as he fondled her. The position he’d put her in thrusther chest out, as if she were asking for his touch, and Trish moaned again as the heat inside her core curled and built as he massaged her breasts.
When she opened her eyes again, she couldn’t help but look down to see what was happening on the dais. Bella was lying back on the bed, right at the edge, and Alex was between her legs, pressing into her body. The Wolf hovered nearby, watching them hungrily, clearly enjoying the sight of Alex’s slick member moving in and out of Bella’s pussy. Both Alex and Bella looked like they were trying to hide their own reactions, but it was impossible.
It was the first time Trish had ever seen two people having sex in real life, and now that she was watching she found she couldn’t look away. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh, of Bella’s wet arousal, was as erotic as it was horrifying. Her own pussy throbbed with need, making her want to moan with shame that she could even feel such a thing, considering the circumstances.
As if he knew she was watching, Jordan’s hand moved back down to her pussy. Trish arched against his fingers as they slid through the curls on her mound, down to her wet folds to glide over her clit and gather moisture before returning to caress the little bud.
“Please, no.” She breathed the words, more to herself than Jordan. Her inner muscles tightened as he began to expertly move his fingers over her exposed folds, exploring every nook and cranny, finding every sensitive spot. When one thick finger slid into her, the first thing she’d ever had inside her other than her own fingers, Trish cried out involuntarily.
It felt far, far too good. Tears began to trickle down her cheek again because she couldn’t stop the rush of sensations, no matter how ashamed they made her feel.
He began to pump his finger in and out of her pussy, adding another one a few minutes later as she squirmed on his thrusting digits. Now that she was securely in position and couldn’t get away, he didn’t seem to mind her small movements. Trish moaned as her tight, virgin hole was stretched. She didn’t have a hymen—every young woman got hers surgically cut when she came of age so as not to cause discomfort during her first sexual experience—but she could still feel a burning as her body was opened in a way it hadn’t been before.
Trish found herself panting, bucking against his fingers, her wet pussy making noises similar to Bella’s. The sounds coming from the bed were turning her on, even though she didn’t want them to. She moaned as Jordan played with her breasts with his other hand, his mouth sucking at the tender flesh on her neck. It felt like her body had come alive for the first time ever, as if every nerve ending were buzzing with sensation.
Her pleasure was tightening like a wire around a spool, drawing thinner and thinner and thinner. When it snapped, her pussy closed around Jordan’s fingers, and Trish let out a small, high cry as her orgasm washed over her. The base of his hand rubbed against her clitoris as small convulsions of ecstasy wracked her body.
As his fingers finally withdrew, she was left gasping for air, feeling limp and satiated, and more than a little humiliated.
The only saving grace was that everyone else in the room was focused on the dais, not on her and Jordan. The Wolf was stepping up behind Alex as two of his men held Alex down on top of Bella while he was still inside her. From the way The Wolf was fondling Alex from behind, his intent was obvious, and Trish shook with horror even as her body thrummed with the aftermath of sexual pleasure.
“Good girl,” Jordan said again, in her ear. Then he lifted her in his arms and, to Trish’s shock and terror, began walking toward the dais.
