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He sounded amused, but he was also serious.
Trish tried to ignore the way his fingers made little circles just beneath her labia to make her pussy tingle, and twisted to see his expression. “Do you ever call him Scott?”
The question didn’t distract him from touching her, but it was still worth asking to satisfy her curiosity.
Both Jordan and Marek chuckled.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“I’m not his equal.”
Jordan said the answer like it didn’t matter, but it did. It really did. Laura had made Cora sound like she was a contemporary of the Wolf, but there was a huge difference between being a contemporary and being one of the few who could call the Wolf by his real name—especially when even the Wolf’s right-hand man didn’t.
So why didn’t anyone on the Moon know Cora’s name?
Trish gasped as Jordan’s fingers slipped into her pussy, pumping gently as they pushed into her body.
“You’re thinking too much,” he murmured in her ear, his hot breath sending a shiver down her spine.
“That’s because you’re indulging her curiosity,” Marek said. The comment didn’t sound judgmental, but it didn’t sound approving either.
“I like indulging her.” Jordan’s free hand came up to cup her breast as he twisted his fingers inside her.
Trish bit back a moan.
So far, she was still clothed, and, while it was obvious what Jordan was doing between her legs, her skirt covered the sightof it. On the other end of the couch, Marek had Laura tipped back so her upper body rested on the arm of the couch, her firm breasts high in the air, her dress open to her waist. Her skirt was tucked up around her hips, so she might as well have been naked. With her long legs splayed open, her pussy was on display for Trish and Jordan, the dark-pink flesh glistening with arousal.
“Cora’s going to play with Alex,” Marek said, sounding disgruntled.
“Ha!” Laura responded and then gasped as Marek gave her wet pussy a short, sharp smack that made Trish’s pussy clench in sympathy, even as she looked at Laura and Marek curiously.
“If you’re going to be a sore winner, you’re going to receive a punishment along with your reward,” Marek told her sternly. Laura smiled back at him.
They’d been betting on whether Cora would want Alex or Bella, and Trish shivered and looked away. Even though she could understand the different perspective the Earth citizens had from her own, and even though there would be people on the Moon just as likely to do the same thing, the betting was still unpleasant to witness—especially because, in quite a few ways, she truly did like Laura and enjoyed spending time with her.
An ancient Earth saying ran through her head: “Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?” Trish had been confused to look up the meaning the first time she’d come across it, but it made so much sense to her now. Laura was a wonderful friend, other than her callous attitude toward “Moonies” and her acceptance of the way Trish had come into her life.
More to the point, other than the way he’d come into her life, Jordan wasn’t entirely terrible either. Trish might fight feeling that way, but it could be so much worse. She could be on the dais right now, on display for the entire room to see. Jordan could be more like the Wolf with his penchant for mental— and evenphysical—torture. She was only spanked when she went against Jordan’s orders; Bella and Alex were physically tormented for the fun of it. Jordan might enjoy rough sex, but he was also tender and gentle in turn, especially afterward, whereas Alex and Bella were often left to tend to themselves, even after brutal scenes.
Trish shuddered as she looked at the vidscreen where Alex was now restrained to a frame by his wrists and ankles and Cora had her hand on his balls. From the pained expression on Alex’s face, she wasn’t being gentle, either.
A pinch of Trish’s nipple had her squirming, and movement to her left made her glance over as Marek knelt down on the floor between Laura’s spread thighs. She watched with gleaming excitement in her eyes as he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her toward him so her pussy was at the edge of her seat on the couch. Trish shuddered, her own pussy squeezing Jordan’s fingers as she watched Marek begin to lick and kiss Laura’s swollen folds. They were much more erotic and enjoyable to watch than what was happening on the vidscreen.
Cora was whipping Alex with a long, multi-stranded, leather whip. It didn’t seem like she was hitting him with a punishing amount of force, but his tanned skin became darker and redder under the lash, and she showed no signs of stopping. Trish would much rather watch Laura writhe in pleasure, her hands playing with her breasts, as Marek tongued her pussy.
“Would you like me to do that to you, babygirl?” Jordan whispered in her ear, his fingers thrusting into her pussy with a wet, sloppy sound. He was watching Laura and Marek as well, his voice tight with erotic excitement.
Yes!part of her screamed.
No, don’t answer him!another part implored.
Trish moaned, unable to answer while she was so conflicted.
She whimpered when Jordan’s fingers slowed in her pussy, circling, making her shudder. His hips surged beneath her, bumping his erection against the base of the ever-present plug in her ass and igniting that area with sensation, as well.
Trish pulled her attention from Laura and Marek and tried to push away her growing desire to look at the vidscreen. Cora had a tiny, comical-looking whip in her hands, but what she was doing with it wasn’t funny at all. Alex’s head fell back, his muscles straining as Cora whipped his cock and balls, although his erection never diminished. Behind the show of agony and ecstasy, Bella was on the dais with the Wolf pounding into her from behind, while the gorgeous, dark-skinned man who had arrived with Cora was fucking Bella’s mouth.
