Was it a full surrender? Was it just a retreat? She didn’t know. All Trish knew was she needed a break. She needed to give herself a break.
As his mouth moved lower, so did his hands, and Trish found herself being gently laid back on the desk, her legs parted so her skirt rode up as Jordan lavished kisses on her breasts and nipples, his hands sliding up her thighs. It was seductive pleasure with just a tiny sting of pain as his teeth nipped at her skin, giving Trish exactly what her body craved.
She moaned, writhing, as his fingers sought out her wet folds, bumping against the base of the plug in her ass as he did. Nerve-endings flared to life with pleasure as he stroked her pussy, teasing her, arousing her, readying her.
Fingers pushed inside her as he sucked her nipple deep into his mouth, and Trish cried out as she clamped down around him, her hands coming up to hold onto the back of his head. It felt so good as his fingers thrust, his other hand sliding up to toy with the plug, increasing the heady sensations. Her nipple throbbed as he suckled it and pulsed when his teeth gently nibbled the aching bud.
What he did to her felt different: more tender, more intimate.
It was a reward and a mind-fuck all in one because her defenses were already lowered and this felt softer… like lovemaking. It felt like he was focused entirely on her pleasure, focused onher. Somehow,
“Oh!” She jerked as his fingers grazed over her g-spot, pressing down and then pulling away to thrust in and out of her again. Trish’s body bowed as he switched breasts, his fingers nimbly toying with her, sending her need higher as she writhed for him. Her hips moved rhythmically, seeking the pleasure she’d been promised.
Jordan’s lips moved from her nipples to her mouth, the fabric of his shirt rubbing over her as his thrusting fingers became more aggressive. The heel of his hand ground against her clit, and he swallowed her scream of ecstasy. Trish throbbed around his fingers, her ass clenching around the plug as she came. Pleasure washed over and through her, leaving her limp and satiated.
The movements of Jordan’s hand gentled as she squirmed, her pussy more sensitive after her orgasm, and Trish realized she had her arms around his neck and was kissing him back. Passionately.
She pulled away, but, when Trish opened her eyes, she could see from the gleam in his that the damage was done. He knew he’d gotten to her, and his lips curved into a pleased, little smile. Worse, the corners of her lips tugged. Some part of Trish wanted to smile back.
She lowered her eyes.
“Open.” Jordan held his fingers up in front of her mouth.
Trish obeyed, trying to ignore the lingering sizzle of arousal as she cleaned her cream from Jordan’s fingers. Her legs remained slightly parted as her pussy lips were swollen from her climax. With her downcast eyes, she could see the large bulge at the front of Jordan’s pants, but he didn’t reach for his cock.
Sometimes it confused Trish how he could lavish pleasure on her constantly, yet occasionally denied himself. She never knew whether he would fuck her or not, even when he started playing with her. It might be part of what kept her on edge throughout the day; the wondering.
“Good girl.” Jordan slid his fingers from her mouth and pulled her to her feet. He straightened her dress so she was covered again, his hands caressing her as he did, obviously enjoying touching her. He slid his hand into hers, and led her back toward the door.
Trish followed along after him, still bemused by her reward, which hadn’t included any kind of release for him. It had truly been a reward for her. Would she ever understand Jordan?
6
Throughout the day, Jordan kept Trish close by his side, as he often did, but now she found the meetings he was attending much more interesting. Before, she would try to understand the focus of the conversation, but those in the meetings often named people and places Trish was unfamiliar with, which made it hard to have any real understanding. Now, with Cora and Trace present, the discussion had less to do with Earth and more to do with the Moon and the Wolf’s future plans, in general.
Trish probably shouldn’t think of the plans as the Wolf’s. She was used to thinking of him as the leader of everything on Earth, since he was the only one in the spotlight, but it had become clear that those in charge on Earth used him as a distraction. He wasn’t just a figurehead—he was powerful in his own right. The choice to make the Wolf’s name known and surround him with mystery, intrigue, and interest seemed to be deliberate on the part of the Earthers. That, or the interest of the Moon populace in him had started on its own, and the Earthers had taken advantage of it.
Trish could believe either.
Now, she listened to meetings about the aftermath of their successful thievery mission, and things were becoming clearer.Cora, the Wolf, and a man named John had wanted to keep the shipment from reaching the Moon. The new memory drug had already been used on Alex and Bella, and the Wolf said it worked despite the antidote John’s people had created for the previous memory drug.
Benson and Mirabelle led another faction on Earth that had created the memory drug in exchange for promises of new homes on the Moon, along with wealth and power. The Wolf and his allies considered them traitors—as well as stupid for thinking the Moon’s government would give them what they wanted.
Wealth and power, as well as a new home, were easy to give; respect from the other citizens of the Moon was not. John, in particular, was vehement about the Earth’s rival leaders ‘selling out’ to the Moon; his vitriol toward Mirabelle felt personal. Trish had heard their names before but hadn’t understood who they were or why they were important until today. She’d been under the impression everyone on Earth hated the Moon’s people, but apparently there was a faction willing to work with them.
Trish was horrified as Cora and John shared more information. Benson and Mirabelle had been promised prominent places on the Moon once they fulfilled their contract, and they didn’t care what happened to the Earth or their community. They’d decimated the environment, poisoning the water and the land in their area to achieve their goals; the new drug was the latest step in their selfish bid for leaving the Earth. John wanted the Wolf to stop selling food and clean water to Benson and Mirabelle’s people.
“If they had to face the actual consequences of what they’re doing—consequences that effected them immediately—they’d either have to start really thinking about what they’re doing or they’d just kill themselves off,” John said harshly, glaring through the vid screen at the Wolf.
“There are plenty of people working for Benson and Mirabelle who have no say in what’s happening, and who don’t deserve to suffer for their actions,” the Wolf said calmly while he examined a printout in front of him.
On his right, Jordan held Trish on his lap but kept her on the opposite side from the Wolf, so she couldn’t see what the Wolf looked at without leaning forward and drawing attention to both herself and her nosiness—neither of which she was keen to do.
“The two of them will be the last to feel any effects; it’s the innocents who will die off, first.”
“Or they’ll revolt and take out Benson and Mirabelle for us,” John argued.
This compassionate side of the Wolf was strange. He was willing to kidnap and torment young men and women from the Moon for his own sexual pleasure, but he insisted on helping an entire populace of people he would never meet. Even more disconcerting was that part of John’s reasoning included the accumulation of more power for those allied against Benson and Mirabelle. If the Wolf wasn’t motivated by power, what was he motivated by?
