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“No, no please,” she begged. She was too scared he would drop her to try to squirm out of his arms, but she stared up at him imploringly, begging with her eyes.
Looking more like a conquering Viking than ever, he returned her gaze, a cruel glow in his blue eyes. “Keep being a good girl, baby. I don’t want to have to spank you, but it’s my turn now.”
With that, he tossed her onto the bed, face down. Big hands gripped her hips and pulled her back to the edge of the bed so she was bent over it. She was barely a foot away from Bella, who was looking at Trish with wide, horrified eyes, even as Alex and the Wolf were pressed on top of her. Trish moaned, completely humiliated, as she felt Jordan press against her wetness from behind.
After the orgasm he’d fingered her to, she was soaked with cream, making it all too easy for him to coat the head of his cock with her arousal and then begin to push in. She gasped as he stretched her, wider than she’d ever been stretched before, and cried as he pushed in, deeper than anything else had ever gone. He filled her completely, his thick length thrusting all the way into her pussy, taking her virginity in one smooth stroke that left her breathless. It didn’t hurt exactly, but it burned as her muscles were unusually stretched. She felt the violation all the way to the marrow of her bones, and yet that didn’t stop her body from tingling as his next thrust moved his cock over all sorts of sensitive areas.
Biting her lip, Trish tried not to draw any more attention.
Beside her, Alex was making muffled noises behind his gag, and Trish wished for her own gag because then at least it would be easy to be quiet. Right now, all she wanted to do was pleadand beg for it to stop, but she knew it was useless… She was afraid to open her mouth anyway because it was starting to feel good again and she didn’t know that she would be any good at begging Jordan to stop.
The burn from being stretched was receding, and the long, slow thrusts were starting to feel good. It was a fuller feeling than she’d ever experienced, her pussy aching with the sensation of being filled so completely. With every thrust, his fingers dug into her hips, pulling her back slightly, as his balls slapped against her clitoris, jangling her senses.
Alex shouted a muffled ‘no’ through his gag, and Trish wanted to echo his sentiment. How could any part of her possibly be enjoying this?
But Jordan began running his hands up and down her sides, sliding them under her body to squeeze her breasts and tweak her nipples. He was taking his time with her, enjoying fucking her. If it hadn’t been happening in a room full of people, with a man who was not of her choosing, Trish might have appreciated losing her virginity to a man who would take such care with her, who was so determined to make her enjoy it as well. As it was, it would almost be easier on her if she wasn’t enjoying it, but Jordan was learning her body and using that new knowledge to play it masterfully.
When his hands moved up under her body, holding her breasts tightly, pinching her nipples between his fingers, Trish was shocked to find the slight edge of pain added to the pleasure that was building inside her. It wasn’t right, but it didn’t matter. The hard pinches made her pussy tighten as Jordan began to thrust harder and faster, his hands becoming rougher as he approached his orgasm. Trish’s mound was rubbing against the bed, her inner muscles spasming with every thrust, her clit bursting with little jolts of pleasure at every slap of Jordan’s body against hers.
She twisted, but there was no way to escape the pleasure that was threatening to boil over again with her body already made acutely sensitive from her first orgasm. Pressing her face into the bed, Trish cried out as she jerked with a second, more intense orgasm. Her pussy convulsed around the thrusting cock inside her, shame washed away by ecstasy as the sensations swamped her with pleasure so strong tears sparked in her eyes again. It was wave after wave of uncontrollable bliss as Jordan’s thrusts became more erratic, his hands gripping her breasts so tightly she couldn’t tell where the pain ended and the pleasure began.
As her own climax ran down, his steel length pierced her one last time and he shouted in ecstasy as he began to pulse inside her. Liquid heat filled her, and she closed her eyes, turning her head to the side and panting for breath as his essence spilled into her body. There was nothing she could have done to stop it, not any more than she could have stopped her own orgasm. Tears slid from her eyes from the intensity of it all.
Yet the shame began to trickle back in. Especially when he pulled her back up and finally removed the ropes from her wrists. Trish hugged herself, but didn’t try to run. She didn’t try to hit him.
Shouldn’t she have done one or the other? Instead, she stood there, his cum trickling down her thighs as the Wolf passed Alex and Bella off to a cruel-looking doctor and nurse, and felt nothing but relief when Jordan said he’d take care of the procedures for Trish.
Shouldn’t she want to get away from him?
But the way he was touching her, the way his arm curved protectively around her… She saw the men who looked at her and then glanced away a moment later. It wasn’t that they didn’t want to look at her—more like they couldn’t help it—but one look at Jordan reminded them they shouldn’t. Which made ‘rightnext to him’ the safest place to stand. None of the men in the room were at all hesitant about staring at Alex or Bella.
“Come on, babygirl,” Jordan said; an unnecessary order since he picked her up as he said it. Trish was starting to feel like a doll with the way Jordan seemed to enjoy carrying her about. “Let’s go get you settled in.”
Settled in?
The ever-present fear, which had been pushed back for more immediate emotions, came crashing down on her again.
2
The room Jordan took her to looked just like the doctor’s offices she’d visited on the Moon and at school, down on Earth. White tiles, steel cabinets and sink, and a big table in the center of the room with stirrups. The biggest difference was the shower stall in the corner. Trish didn’t think she wanted to imagine why a shower stall would be needed. She was all too aware she was still completely naked while Jordan was clothed.
He hadn’t even undressed. He’d just opened the front of his pants and taken her.
Jordan placed her on the table, and Trish shivered as she looked down and noticed an awful lot of straps attached to it—unlike doctor’s tables she’d seen before. She curled into a little ball, brought her knees up to her chest, and wrapped her arms around them.
“Don’t worry,” Jordan said in his deep voice—the reassuring, soothing tone, not the scary one he’d used with Alex. “I won’t use those unless they’re absolutely necessary, baby.”
“Trish,” she whispered.
He arched one arrogant eyebrow at her, and she quailed inwardly. “What?”
Licking her lips, she tried to gather her nerves. “My name is Trish.” Her voice wasn’t any louder than it had been the first time, but even that felt brave.
“I know.” A tiny smile quirked the corner of his mouth at her look of surprise.
She didn’t know what to say after that, so she watched him as he went over to one of the gleaming cabinets and opened it to pull out a small washcloth. He turned on the water and ran it over the cloth before coming back to her.
“Lie back and spread your legs,” he instructed her. When she stared up at him, unmoving, he raised his eyebrow. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way, babygirl, but if you don’t do as I tell you, then I’ll spank you, strap you down, and still do what I want.” He stated his case with relish, and Trish didn’t doubt he’d be perfectly happy to do things either way.
