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He had her lie back again, and his fingers slid back into her pussy, this time with a cream that soothed some of the ache. Trish couldn’t help but moan as he moved his fingers back and forth, making her pussy feel better as he applied the cream inside and out. She hadn’t realized how sore she was until it started to go away.
“That’s it, little girl,” he murmured.
Even though her eyes were closed, Trish could feel his gaze on her, taking in the sight of her naked body laid out for him on the doctor’s table. Her nipples puckered, her pussy was hairless and unprotected, and she knew some of the cream on his fingers was no longer just what he was applying. It felt good, even if she didn’t want it to.
But the more tired she became, the less Trish cared about fighting the sensations. It was easier to give in. Easier to let the rising pleasure wash over her. A hot, wet mouth closed around her nipple, and her back arched, thrusting her breasts upward as her pussy tightened around his finger. A second finger slid inside, stretching her a little more, and his thumb brushed over her clitoris, setting off a spark of electricity between her thighs.
Trish clutched at the table, gasping. Some distant part of her brain analyzed what was happening: she was being taken advantage of in her exhausted state, manipulated by her physical responses, and overwhelmed by the invasion of her person. This wasn’t torture, exactly— more like mental coercion. But to what end?
She had no idea.
The sucking mouth switched nipples, making her whimper and writhe as his fingers became more insistent. With her eyes closed like this, as exhausted as she was, Trish could almost pretend it was her choice. That it was a normal sexual encounter—the kind she used to fantasize about.
When his mouth slid down her stomach, tracing little patterns with his tongue over her newly bared mound, Trish jerked and mewled. When his fingers twisted inside her and his lips closed around her clit to suck on the little bud just as hard as he had her nipples, she screamed as the ecstasy ran over her. Her thighs tried to close, but her legs were stopped by the stirrups as the man between them sucked and fingered her through the intense orgasm.
The sensations finally ran out, leaving her utterly wrung out and limp.
Jordan picked her up again and carried her from the room.
3
When Trish woke up, he was sitting there watching her sleep. She blinked as reality came crashing back down around her.
It hadn’t been a dream.
It was real. All of it. The Wolf. The Viking-like man in front of her. The loss of her virginity in front of so many others. The other captives, Alex and Bella.
Trish jerked back in the bed, only to gasp as she was halted. A leather cuff was on her wrist, restraining her to the headboard. The very plain, but very strong, headboard.
She stared at it rather than at the man watching her.
The simplicity of the headboard somehow made it more imposing, more strong. It wasn’t just there for decoration. It was there as a piece of useful furniture to attach cuffs to. The chain her cuff was attached to was bolted into the sturdy wood, leaving her no doubt she would be unable to pull it from the frame.
“Are you thirsty?” Jordan’s tone demanded an answer.
Trish nodded, keeping her eyes averted as her heart pounded with fear. There were no physical aftereffects from earlier. It didn’t feel sore at all between her legs. Whatever cream he’d put on her had worked like magic. But she couldn’t forget this man had touched her, inside and out, run his hands all over her bodylike he owned her. He’d taken her, however he wanted, without any sort of consent from her. And, worse, he’d made her enjoy it.
She let her gaze rise as he moved around the room and went through a door in the corner to what Trish assumed was a washroom. She could hear the sound of water while he was in there.
There were two other doors, as well—one next to the door he’d just gone through, and the other to her right, on the other side of the room. Since they were both closed, she couldn’t tell where they led.
On each of the walls, the only decoration was a sigil she’d seen in the main hall; but hadn’t really paid much attention to at the time—a larges-shape with a horizontal bar through the upper curve. It wasn’t particularly pretty, but since Trish had noticed it in other rooms, she’d assumed it was a sign for the Wolf.
The room was small and simply furnished. The bed dominated most of it, but there was also a wardrobe, a desk with a computer unit, a vidscreen on the wall, and a thickly padded, dark-red armchair, which looked incredibly comfortable. Trish pulled the sheet up to her collarbone as she sat up, and her one bound hand tugged slightly behind her. She didn’t want to be lying there, naked under the sheet, when Jordan came back into the room. It felt too vulnerable.
Now that Trish had gotten some rest, she could think straight again. Which made her feel worse when she remembered everything that had happened that day.
Panic swirled in her gut. There was no immediate escape and no telling what would happen to her next. She envied Alex and Bella—at least as the Wolf’s captives, they knew they would be released eventually. They had a basic idea of what would happen to them.
Trish’s situation was completely unknown and quite frightening.
Especially when Jordan came back into the room, huge and naked and imposing. Her eyes went to the thick cock that started to thicken and lengthen as she looked at it.
If she hadn’t been cuffed to the bed, she’d have tried to flee the moment he sat down next to her.
“Here,” he said, holding out the water glass to her and lifting it up toward her face. Trish reached to take it from him, and he shook his head. “No, I’ll hold it.”
The absolutely debilitating effect such a simple action could have on a person was not something Trish would have expected. Of course, she could drink from a glass on her own, but that Jordan wouldn’t allow her to, that he would make her drink from his hand, made Trish feel more helpless and out of control than anything else he’d done to her. But she was too thirsty to protest, and so, she drank, feeling small and helpless the entire time.
