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And she really didn’t want to.
Slowly, she became aware of Jordan’s hand stroking her swollen bottom while he made soothing, shushing sounds and rubbed the taut, seared skin of her backside. There was a low hum in his voice that was almost comforting.
Her lower body throbbed. Not in an entirely bad way, either. She still didn’t know if her response was something he’d instilled in her because of the way their sexual relationship had been since the beginning, or if there was something in her psyche that enjoyed being turned over a man’s knee and spanked. She was both aroused and soothed, even though she shouldn’t be either.
But she was too exhausted to fight it.
So, she let him comfort her. Pick her up and cuddle her. Sit her on his lap and hold a glass of water for her to drink. Reveal the special dessert he’d gotten for her—a small, chocolate cake—and feed it to her with his fingers.
When he gently bound her wrists and placed her back on the bed, relief slid through her. Being bound gave Trish permission to let herself go—there was freedom from guilt when she was tied up and choiceless. She didn’t have to feel shame when he, trailed soft kisses over her entire body, stirring her arousal with his lips and tongue, as though he were worshiping every inch of her. She didn’t have to feel humiliation when his lips finally reached her pussy and he licked her to a shattering climax, the ecstasy a blissful counterpoint to the throbbing burn of her bottom.
And she didn’t have to feel anything but pleasure as he moved between her thighs in the wake of her orgasm, his cock sliding between her swollen folds, his hands lifting her thighs so she didn’t have too much weight pressing on her sore ass.
The binding of her hands gave Trish the release she needed to let him have her as he wanted—her drained emotions would deal with the aftermath later.
She fell asleep curled against his body, his heavy arm draped possessively over her, her head tucked into the nook of his shoulder. If she let her mind empty out, if she didn’t think at all, she could feel like any other woman falling asleep in the protective clasp of her lover.
Reality would trickle back in eventually, but for right now… it was easier to pretend.
Trish didn’t enjoy swimming. She liked the water but hated the way her muscles ached all over; she didn’t float very well, and her lungs burned for air no matter how often she turned her head to take in a breath—it was never enough.
However, swimming was better than spending the morning with Jordan again.
She didn’t know how to feel about him.
That wasn’t entirely true.
She didn’t like how she felt about him.
It had to be brainwashing, right?
Trish was so tired of constantly reminding herself of that. She was lonely. She’d always been lonely, but now, for the first time, she had people reaching out to her. People who seemed to want to get to know her. It might only be because she was Jordan’s ‘girl,’but she thought some of them genuinely liked her, as well. They definitely didn’thaveto talk to her. Laura in particular had been sincerely friendly.
And her body …
Trish couldn’t help her physical responses. She couldn’t help that certain things aroused her. There were plenty of people on the Moon who played games like this, but those were just that: games. This was real. So far, inescapable. But Jordan always managed to make her feel cared about, desired, and aroused—as long as she didn’t think about how she’d gotten here.
But it wasn’t as though she could forget that, could she?
Trish pounded her way through the water, frustration driving her. She barely noticed when Bella and Alex arrived and entered the pool. Not that their presence mattered.
Their situation was so far removed from hers they might as well have been on a different planet.
11
“Everyone’s so busy,” Trish said, looking out the window.
Rather than take her with him, Jordan had brought Trish to Laura and Marek’s rooms. They had real rooms, not just the single room and bathroom Jordan had. They had a living room, a kitchen, a bathroom, a study, and a bedroom.
Marek was in the study while Laura entertained Trish in the living room. They were sitting on a couch in front of the vidscreen and coloring. Trish couldn’t remember coloring in her entire life, but there was something incredibly relaxing and mind-numbing about filling in the blank spaces between the lines with varying hues.
“Mmm, there’s some big trade happening, and Cora’s coming,” Laura said, still focused on what she was doing.
“Who’s Cora?”
“She’s like the Wolf, but her territory is further West,” Laura said, putting down the orange pen she’d been using and looking over the options in front of her before picking up a blue one. “She’s pretty scary.”
Trish blinked in surprise. There were other leaders on Earth like the Wolf, but it wasn’t like the media ever talked about them. Laura talked as though Cora were well-known.
