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If anything, the interaction seemed to turn him on more, and his cock stood at full attention by the time she’d finished the glass. Trish tried to shrink away. The look in his eyes was not reassuring.
“Dinner is in an hour,” he told her. “Let’s get you dressed.”
By ‘getting her dressed,’ he apparently meanthewould dress her, like a doll. Trish wanted to moan with shame as he ran his hands over her body and stood her in front of the wardrobe, which was filled with clothes obviously meant for her.
He held her against him, caressed her breasts, tweaked her nipples, and rubbed his fingers over her dampening pussy, clearly relishing the task of choosing a dress for her.
The few times she brought her hands up, instinctively trying to cover herself, he met her with immediate retribution. The sharp slaps to her ass and thighs burned, and she soon found herself clenching her fists and keeping them by her sides, exceptfor when he wanted her to raise her arms so he could pull the dress over her head. He’d chosen a soft blue one that buttoned up the front. The skirt swirled above her knees and made her far too aware he didn’t care for undergarments.
He sat her down on the bed and ordered her not to move. To her utter relief, he ignored his obvious arousal and took the time to dress himself, using the closet next to the washroom. Trish stayed silent and still on the bed, not daring to move a muscle in case she drew his attention back to her, and he changed his mind. Once he was dressed, he took her into the washroom, where he let her use the facilities, in private, before shouldering his way back in to brush her hair.
The gentle strokes through her hair were hypnotic, his touch almost tender as he took it section by section. Trish closed her eyes and allowed herself to enjoy this one, peaceful moment where she wasn’t being poked and prodded.
Unfortunately, it didn’t last long. Once Jordan was satisfied with her hair, he put the hairbrush down on the counter, and it made a small clicking noise that made her wince. The peaceful moment was over.
“Bend over the counter, little girl,” he said, his deep voice rough and eager, which only increased her trepidation. She opened her eyes and stared at him in the mirror, pleadingly. He just raised his eyebrow. “Don’t make me ask twice, baby—you won’t like the consequences.”
His eyes dropped to the hairbrush for just a moment, and a sick shudder went through Trish’s body. She averted her gaze so she didn’t have to look at him and bent forward. The mirror in front of her covered almost the entire upper half of the wall, and she found herself looking straight ahead at her reflection. She didn’t like it at all because now, even though he was standing behind her, she could see the arrested expression on Jordan’s face as she obeyed his order.
Tears sprung to her eyes again as he lifted her skirt, flipping it up to her hips and exposing her bottom half. Being able to watch it happen made it feel so much worse. So, she closed her eyes.
Smack!
Trish let out a sharp yelp of surprise, and her eyes flew open to meet Jordan’s in the mirror.
“No closing your eyes. I want you to watch,” he said sternly. Trish’s lower lip trembled, but she’d already been on the receiving end of a few smacks while he’d dressed her, and that one swat to her behind had felt even worse. She was in prime position to be spanked, with her upper body resting on the counter next to the sink, her toes barely touching the floor, and the edge of the counter digging into her hips.
He took a small tube out of one of the drawers beside her and squirted some liquid onto his finger while Trish watched with anxious eyes. When his hand moved down behind her, she jerked with surprise as he touched the tiny rosebud of her anus.
“No!” She started to push up, but found herself squashed back down again, Jordan’s big hand in the center of her shoulder blades. The tip of his finger still rubbed against her crinkled back hole; he had barely moved to secure her in place. “No, no, no, pleeeeeeeaaaaaaase…”
“Just relax, baby, I’m not going to take you here. Yet.” The glow in his cruel, blue eyes intensified as he pressed his finger inward, pushing inside her tight, back entrance, stretching the little hole and making her muscles burn. “But we need to get you ready so that it won’t hurt when I do.”
Trish squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth. Jordan’s finger withdrew.
Smack!
Her eyes flew open again as she let out a choked cry. His hand had come down right on the same spot it had before,making it hurt twice as much. Before she could blink, his finger was already sliding right back into her ass, uncomfortable and invasive.
“What did I tell you about watching?” he asked, sternly.
Trish quailed, staring straight ahead and trying to unfocus her vision so she didn’t have to see the look of abject humiliation and discomfort on her own face as tears gathered in her eyes. She whimpered as he began to move his finger in and out, twisting it, stretching her muscles and making it impossible for her to ignore.
It felt so full, although she would probably get used to that quickly if he wasn’t moving so much. His finger probed, twirled, and stretched her. The slick movements made it impossible for her to clench down around him; when she did, it only amplified the sensations of his finger delving deep into her body.
Worse, her nipples pressed into the hard surface of the counter, rubbing against the soft material of the dress he’d put her in. Her pussy pulsed slightly in response, becoming wetter as he played with her bottom hole. The utter helplessness of her situation swamped her, and Trish found herself slumping… submitting… because what else could she do?
Watching her in the mirror, Jordan smiled, and Trish shivered. Then he added a second finger, and she moaned as the burning stretch began again, but she didn’t try to fight him. Didn’t try to get away. Where could she go? She was trapped, trapped, trapped.
He pulled out a plug, as long as his middle finger and about the same size at its base as his two fingers. Trish had seen them before; knew what they were for, although she’d never used one. Playing with herself had never had much appeal; getting herself off had been a lot of work, and she hadn’t had the time or the inclination, usually. It was appalling how easily she became wetand aroused in this situation, though she was pretty sure her inexperience was at least partly to blame.
After all, she’d seen Bella and Alex succumbing to the demands on their bodies, and they obviously had more experience than Trish did. Iftheycouldn’t mentally overcome their physical responses, when they were used to feeling those responses with others, then what hope didshehave when all these sensations were completely new to her? Especially when she was up against someone as obviously experienced and erotically adept as Jordan.
He could even make his fingers moving inside her ass feel good, despite how much she didn’t want it to.
“Good girl,” he said, obviously pleased as he began to press the plug into her backside. Trish felt a flutter of relief at his accolade, happy the burning spot on her buttcheek wouldn’t receive another swat. She stifled a moan as Jordan slowly filled her with the plug and nestled it between her cheeks. It wasn’t comfortable, especially the largest part of the bulge, which made her whimper, but it wasn’t awful, either. It could definitely be worse. She’d seen much bigger plugs.
Then his hand slid down to her pussy, which was soaking wet, and he stroked his finger through the folds, coating the digit with her juices. Her stomach curdled, and her cheeks flushed with shame at the evidence of her reaction. “Now, babygirl, you have a choice. You can suck my cock here, before dinner, or we can fuck again after dinner, but I can’t guarantee it will be here or if it will be back in the main room.”
