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Marek and Laura orgasmed long before Trish did. Picking Trish up in his arms, Jordan literally just said, “Goodbye,” and left Marek and Laura nuzzling each other on the couch. They barely looked up to respond.
Fortunately, Jordan’s room wasn’t far away.
He tied Trish down to the bed and proceeded to torture her. With her wrists and ankles bound and spread wide apart, there was nothing she could do to stop him from bringing her to the brink of pleasure over and over again. Jordan put tight clamps on her nipples, making the tender buds throb as they jiggled on her chest while she squirmed, and his tongue lapped at her pussy, fingers pushing a plug in and out of her ass.
Every time she thought she would come, he would move away from her clit. Twist the plug in her ass. Spank her inner thighs. Remove the clamps from her nipples so the nubs would come back to life with painful, stinging tingles.
For the first time, Trish couldn’t stop herself.
“Please,” she finally whispered, tears sliding down her cheeks from the need to orgasm. Her pussy was swollen, throbbing painfully with denied need, the tension in her body making her feel as though she were about to crack in half.
As soon as she said the word, Jordan was on top of her, sliding his cock into her pussy and making her scream as she was filled so completely and suddenly. Her orgasm exploded through her on the first thrust.
He took her hard and fast, seeking his own pleasure because he didn’t need to do anything extra to provide her with hers. Trish was pulling at her bonds, sobbing at the intensity of the pleasure drowning her; she came so hard she saw stars but couldn’t stop the waves of ecstasy that took her breath away. Jordan was all around her, inside her, giving her all the rough stimulation she needed and more.
By the time he came, she was limp beneath him, quivering from the nonstop pleasure, her orgasms physical spasms that were painful to her overwrought nerves. She whimpered as he throbbed inside her, filling her pussy with his cum.
Twice that night she awoke to Jordan’s wandering hands. He took her pussy a second time, sliding into her from behind, his arms trapping her against his body in a hot embrace. The long, slow, almost gentle strokes left her shuddering and crying out, surprised that her body could produce more pleasure after the quivering wreck he’d reduced her to earlier.
The second time he woke her, it was sometime early in the morning, and—as if realizing her pussy would be too sore to take him again—Jordan sank into her ass, instead. She washalf asleep and incredibly relaxed as Jordan draped her over a mound of pillows and slowly worked his way into her rear entry, stretching her tiny hole and sending little sparks of pain through her. Once he was fully seated, he took his time with a long, slow ass-fucking that had her floating on a wave of bliss. She didn’t orgasm exactly—it was more like being on a muzzy, sensual high. By the end of it, he was pounding into her, and all she did was shiver and moan at the hot sensation of his cock throbbing and spilling inside her.
Just before she fell asleep again, Trish felt him spreading the healing cream into her pussy and ass. She breathed out a sigh of relief, knowing it would help with the soreness and sensitivity of both areas.
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Swirling his tongue around her clit, Jordan smirked in triumph as Trish let out a gasping moan and shuddered, her pussy squeezing his fingers as she came.
He’d indulged in his own needs enough the night before but still wanted to wake his babygirl up with an orgasm. She was so beautiful when she was all soft and submissive, blinking sleepily and hazy with pleasure. Last night he’d worn her out, so she was more tired than usual, but that hadn’t stopped her from reaching her pleasure.
Trish was perfection: from the stunning, light-blonde hair that matched his own and had been the first thing about her to catch his eye, to her occasional sweet smile, to her inquisitive mind. She liked to listen in on the conversations on the Wolf’s dais, her brain always working even though she didn’t talk much about what she was thinking. Trish was always observing, watching, analyzing. He knew she’d been studying ancient Earth cultures at the university.
The first time he’d seen her, she’d been sitting at a park table with a textbook, completely ignoring everyone around her. Her hair in the sunlight had caught his attention first: he’d never seen anyone else with such a light color. At first, he’d thoughtthey might be related but, after following Trish back to her school, finding out her identity, and acquiring her records, he’d known that wasn’t true.
But her records had only made him more interested. She was an orphan, like him. Making her own way, like he had. She was so much lonelier than he’d been, though. So much more isolated. That hadn’t been in her records.
He’d learned that by following her, until Zadia had caught him at it and told him to do something or cut it out. It wasn’t normal to follow a woman around and watch her. And Zadia had noticed his focus wasn’t normal, so she’d tailed him to see what he was doing with his free time and found him following Trish. He’d been watching a group of asshole Moon-students harassing Trish and practically chasing her away from the library when he’d decided Zadia was right, he should do something. So, a few days later, when the Wolf decided he wanted to replace Slave, Jordan had taken Trish, as well.
He hadn’t wanted her to know he’d singled her out though, so Trish had been treated the same as Bella and Alex, initially. Jordan had been embarrassed about his unusual behavior toward her.
Now he didn’t care what anyone thought about his behavior when it came to her.
Trish sat stiffly in Jordan’s lap as he caressed her thigh. He didn’t have an erection yet, but it would come. On the opposite end of the couch, Laura was curled up on Marek’s thighs, looking much more natural than Trish felt.
She didn’t know if she felt awkward because of the exhibitionism and voyeurism that had happened between themyesterday or what; all Trish knew was things now felt weird. Would it happen again? Would Jordan push her further? He’d liked watching Marek and Laura yesterday with the way he’d worn Trish out last night.
After breakfast, Jordan had left her with Marek and Laura before disappearing for a while. Laura had said he’d probably gone to greet Cora.
Jordan had come back only a few minutes ago, and Marek had turned on the vidscreen to the internal cameras in the Wolf’s main room. The Wolf was on the dais with Alex and Bella kneeling on either side of him, while a lethal-looking woman and a huge man with very dark skin—which was as unusual as Jordan’s and Trish’s very light hair and quite beautiful—spoke to the Wolf.
Trish tried to pay attention, but it wasn’t easy with Jordan’s fingers caressing the insides of her thighs, his arm pushing her skirt higher and higher up her legs, and making her blush and squirm on his growing erection because she could feel Laura and Marek’s eyes on her. Worse,it wasn’t a bad feeling. Trish hadn’t liked having a whole room of strangers watching her, but since she was coming to know Laura and Marek, there was still an intimacy, a privacy about being watched by them and… well, it was kind of arousing. Especially when Marek started touching Laura, as well.
Laura had no qualms about being watched and arched her back, pushing her breasts into Marek’s hands. Her eyes flitted back and forth between the vidscreen and the slow rise of Trish’s skirt, and Trish found herself hard-pressed not to return the attention.
But a jolt of shock hit her when Cora called the Wolf by what was apparently his first name: Scott.
“Scott?” Trish repeated, incredulous. It was such an innocuous-sounding name for such a frightening man. “TheWolf” struck terror—and, if she were being honest, excitement—into the hearts of the Moon’s population. “Scott”… would not.
Jordan rumbled beneath her as he chuckled. “Don’t ever let him hear you call him that.”
