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Trying not to whimper, she slowly lay back on the table, closing her eyes as if that would help. Her legs parted a little, and she squeezed her eyes tighter as she felt his hands on her thighs, pushing them even further apart. It felt like she couldn’t possibly have any tears left as he pulled her down the table, and he put her feet into stirrups, which spread her wide and left her deflowered pussy completely vulnerable.
Her breath came in little pants as she tried not to think about how exposed she was.
True to his word, he didn’t strap her down. Something warm, wet, and textured pressed against her pussy, and Trish’s eyes popped open, only for her to realize he was using the cloth she’d just seen him wet to clean her off. His focus was on his task, his eyes between her legs, and Trish couldn’t help but stare at his face now that he wasn’t looking at hers.
There were tiny lines at the corners of his eyes and mouth, which could be from laughing or frowning, though she had trouble imagining him laughing. His short, blond hair mighthave been lighter than hers, but it was hard to tell; it might have looked lighter because it was so much shorter.
When his eyes flicked up to meet her gaze, she immediately closed hers again. The intensity she saw in him didn’t reassure her at all. The look he gave her was something she’d never seen, at least not directed at her, though she’d observed it when men looked at other women. Hungry. Possessive. Satisfied.
His fingers slid through the curls on her mound, and she shivered, clenching her fists to keep from trying to reach down and push him away. The need to do so was almost overwhelming, but she was far too aware of how alone and vulnerable she was right now.
What was happening to Alex and Bella? Were they nearby? She didn’t know why she cared. It wasn’t like they’d be able to help her, either.
“I’m going to take this off,” Jordan told her, petting the soft curls. “It won’t hurt.”
Trish didn’t answer, but, apparently, he didn’t need one. Despite how big he was, the man moved quickly and efficiently, and Trish found herself bare within a matter of minutes. She couldn’t help but stare down at her denuded sex, horrified by how puffy and pronounced her pussy lips looked, and how strange her mound appeared without its usual covering.
“So pretty,” Jordan murmured, leaning down, and sliding his tongue up the center of her pussy lips.
The sensation was slickly shocking, and she jumped at the strangeness and pleasure of it. “Oh!”
Jordan laughed and looked up at Trish from between her thighs. His hands rubbed the insides of her legs, one finger moving up to tease her sensitive folds. “You look surprised.”
She sucked her lips into her mouth, not sure whether he wanted an answer. One thin blond eyebrow raised and he moved his finger up to her clit to circle the tiny bud, sending anunwanted tingle through her body. Rather than tempt him to further explore her newly bared flesh, Trish answered, hoping to distract him.
“I was.”
The finger stilled. “No one has ever gone down on you before.”
Heat filled her cheeks, and Trish closed her eyes again, shaking her head. No, no one had ever gone down on her.
The Moon families wouldn’t dally with someone so far below them, the orphanage hadn’t had enough privacy for experimenting, and, by the time Trish had reached college and gone to Earth, she’d been so far behind socially that no one was interested in her.
The few times a man or woman had shown interest, they’d backed off as soon as they’d realized how little experience Trish had—something she’d never been able to hide, no matter how much she’d wanted to. By the age of twenty-two, everyone was expected to be sexually experienced. No one had wanted to go through the awkward stages with Trish. They’d wanted someone more sophisticated, more worldly, more adept at giving pleasure.
“Baby, had you done anything sexually with anyone before me?”
With her eyes still closed, Trish hesitated to nod or shake her head. She’d been kissed. Had her breasts fondled by the first woman she’d experimented with. But that was about as far as she’d gotten. She’d been left to assume her hesitation in returning the experienced caresses was what had kept her from having a second round of experimentation that time.
The finger circling her clit moved down, sliding between her shamefully wet folds and into her sore hole. Trish gasped.
“Had anyone touched you here before?”
She shook her head, and tears pricked the backs of her eyelids at the reminder. At the rate she was going, there wouldn’t be a drop of moisture left in her body by dinnertime.
“I’m sorry, babygirl—if I’d known, I wouldn’t have made your first time in front of everyone.”
There was a tiny bit of true regret in his voice, but Trish didn’t miss the fact that he would still have taken her. Just in private. She also didn’t miss his slight emphasis on the word ‘first.’
The finger inside her moved, thrusting, and she whimpered at the physical reminder, as well. “Are you sore, baby?”
Trish nodded, and, to her relief, he slid his finger from her body.
What followed confused the hell out of her.
Jordan made her swallow some strange, gel-like substance that tasted like mint before giving her a cup of water to drink and standing over her while he watched her drink all of it. Then he gave her a shot in the arm that pinched worse than any other shot she’d ever had. He explained it was a tracker, his cold blue eyes almost glowing with intense warning as he told her not to bother trying to escape.
Trish had begun to feel numb to everything, and escape was the furthest thing from her mind. All she wanted was sleep. If she woke up to find out this was all a bad dream, even better. She was exhausted, and everything felt more unreal than it had when she’d first woken up.
