The room slowly filled with the Wolf’s soldiers, and Jordan picked Trish up to settle her on his lap. He continued to play with her hair, one hand massaging her leg as he often did. She tensed, waiting for his hand to wander, but it didn’t. His touch almost felt distracted.
Lifting her head slightly to see where he looked, Trish caught sight of Marek and Laura. Laura sat next to Marek pouting, and Marek looked at Jordan. The two men seemed to be having some kind of silent communication, and then Jordan nodded, which made Trish tense up. What had just passed between them?
“Don’t worry, babygirl,” Jordan murmured in her ear, his hand stroking her thigh soothingly. “We’re going to spend some time with Marek and Laura once we’re dismissed, that’s all. You’ll enjoy it.”
A slow fizz of arousal spread through her, making Trish blush. Yes, she’d enjoyed watching and being watched by Marek and Laura. She didn’t want to admit it, though, and she wasn’t happy her body had become aroused at the thought of doing something similar again.
It was fortunate she didn’t have to answer because the noise in the room died down as if there had been an invisible signal, and the Wolf stood. He informed the gathered soldiers the raid had been successful and the drug acquired, which meant they were one step closer to victory. Did everyone know what the plan was except her, Bella, and Alex, or did everyone else in the room just trust the Wolf enough that, if he said they were one step closer to victory, they automatically cheered?
The Wolf thanked Cora, Trace, and her soldiers for their hard work and help and promised they’d be well-rewarded. Then he turned to Cora and asked what she’d like for a reward. Cora’s eyes skipped over to Trish, but only for a moment as Jordan’sarms tightened around her and she could practically feel his glare, before Cora looked down at Alex and Bella where they sat on the other side of the dais.
“Did you have a particular choice in mind?” asked the Wolf as Alex shifted slightly in front of Bella, trying to protect her. “I do believe Toy wants to play.”
“Toy was quite a bit of fun,” Cora started to say, but Alex picked up a cushion and hurled it at her and the Wolf to provoke them into reacting and to remove Cora’s attention from Bella.
Trish felt the rumble of Jordan’s chuckle. “He’s going to regret that.”
Jordan’s tone of voice invited her to join in his amusement, and Trish almost smiled. Alex had set himself up. Not that he’d deserve whatever Cora did to him as punishment, but… he had to have known what he was getting himself into, and the action had been so very ‘Alex.’ But Trish shouldn’t smile about erotic torture.
As Cora and the Wolf left with Alex, Trace headed down into the mass of celebrating men and women, and two women converged on him.
Picking Trish up off his lap, Jordan stood and turned toward the soldiers who flanked Bella. The other woman knelt on the cushions, watching Alex leave with haunted eyes.
“Take her back to her room,” Jordan directed the soldiers as he took Trish’s hand. “Give her some of the healing cream; she probably needs it.”
Trish only ached more at the thought of what might have been done to Bella, what punishment she’d endured. Bella looked relieved, but also ashamed and guilty, her head turned to the door as if trying to catch one final glimpse of Alex.
Then Jordan was pulling Trish away, already dismissing Bella. “Come, little one. We have a date with Marek and Laura.”
As Trish followed along behind him, the folds of her pussy began to slick in anticipation, rubbing together between her legs as she walked.
7
When Trish and Jordan arrived at the apartment, Marek opened the door for them, and Trish was shocked to see Laura bent over and tied down to a frame that secured her wrists, ankles, and body while it lifted her ass high in the air. The frame was well padded, but it couldn’t possibly be comfortable.
Especially since Laura had a gag in her mouth, clamps hanging from her nipples, and another one on her clit, as well. Trish was struck dumb as took in the erotic and disturbing sight. She had to press her thighs together at the sight of her friend so blatantly displayed, her pussy glossy with arousal even when she was bent over and had clamps squeezing all her sensitive bits.
“Thank you for joining us.” Marek’s deep voice sounded incredibly ominous and did nothing to soothe Trish’s nerves—which desperately needed soothing.
Almost dazed, Trish had allowed Jordan to lead her over to the couch where he pulled her onto his lap, his hand already sliding up her inner thigh toward her pussy. She squeaked and tried to grasp his wrist, only to have her nipple pinched harshly until she pulled her hands away from him and ceased trying to stop him.
“Laura’s been very naughty.” Marek walked over to a table where an array of implements had been laid out. He picked up a long, well-worn leather strap, about three inches wide, and folded it in half.
“Please,” Trish whispered to Jordan, squirming on his lap even as his fingers began to stroke her folds. She twisted her upper body around to look at him. “Please, I don’t want to watch.”
Jordan’s fingers slid through her slickening pussy lips. “I think that you do, babygirl. You might wish you didn’t, but you’re already turned on just from seeing your friend like this.”
Moving toward Laura, strap in hand, Marek stood so he faced Trish and Jordan on the couch, giving him a perfect view of Trish’s splayed legs, her skirt up around her hips, while Jordan’s fingers delved into her pussy. Marek raised his eyebrow as he watched Jordan’s fingers move, and Trish flushed even more with embarrassment before Marek raised his gaze to hers.
“Don’t feel too sorry for Laura,” Marek said. “There’s a reason you and Jordan were invited to witness her punishment, other than my enjoyment of having such an attractive audience.” He rested his hand on Laura’s upturned ass, rubbing her skin as she let out a little, muffled moan. “Laura has always been a bit of a gossip, and it’s something we’ve been working on, which she has agreed to accept punishment for. In this case, her curiosity about your and Jordan’s activities behind closed doors apparently became too much for her to resist, and I overheard her speaking about our last encounter.”
A stab of betrayal pierced Trish. Not that Laura had ever said she wouldn’t talk about Trish and Jordan’s visit, but Trish had considered it private. It hadn’t occurred to her Laura might gossip about it.
The shame of being aroused by Laura’s vulnerable and exposed position didn’t go away, but Trish’s guilt about seeingher friend that way certainly did. Gossip wasn’t unforgivable, and Trish had never asked Laura to keep their time together in confidence… but Trish felt a strange sense of satisfaction at knowing there would be retribution. Especially since Laura had asked to be disciplined for gossip—which also took Trish aback, somewhat.
She couldn’t imagine asking to be punished for anything.
Not that she needed to. Jordan had laid down plenty of rules for her to follow. All Trish had to do was move around too much in the morning or try to pick out her own clothes in order to provoke a spanking. Of course, she didn’t provoke them on purpose… did she? No. No, of course not. Even though her orgasms were often incredibly intense after being spanked or when he was rough with her, of course, she didn’t try to incite punishment. That would be… far too shameful.
