“The Wolf wants you to join him as well,” Zadia said, her eyes flickering to Trish with interest. It wasn’t sexual, but… there was something there that made Trish uneasy.
“No.” Jordan wrapped his arm around Trish. His tone of voice was firm. “Not in the main hall.”
“It’s that or a camera.” Zadia’s eyes slid back to Trish. There was something like apology in them, but also a hint of disappointment. “The Wolf wants a full show.”
Wariness filled Trish, and she leaned into Jordan’s side, hoping for his protection. On the other side of the room, the two Moonies he’d come back with were huddled together, whispering, their eyes wide as they stared at the guards on the door. The newcomers looked terrified and excited at the same time. The first Trish could understand; the second… not so much.
Jordan cocked his head and looked down at her. His fingers toyed with the end of a lock of her hair, his expression softening.
“Little girl, you have a choice—we can be part of the show in the main hall, or we can be part of the show on video camera, but with no one else in the room.”
“Except Bella,” Zadia added. “The Wolf wants her to be part of your show for some reason.”
Shrugging, Jordan didn’t take his eyes off of Trish, who felt like she’d just stepped into a whirlwind of confusion. Seriously? She had a choice? Except… it wasn’t really a choice, was it? She had a choice about being watched up close and personally again or being watched at a more remote distance.
It shouldn’t have made her feel touched that Jordan was leaving the decision up to her, when really it wasn’t about whether or not theywouldhave sex and be part of the Wolf’s show for the day captives, but abouthowthey would be part of the show. Trish shouldn’t have felt a tiny bit of softening in her defenses just because Jordan had asked her opinion.
Yet, she did. Stockholm, for sure. That had to be it.
Although, knowing it logically did nothing to change the way shefeltabout it.
Both Zadia and Jordan waited on her answer.
Trish didn’t want to be part of the show in the main room. Just having the two Moonies staring at her from acrossthisroom was making her skin crawl.
And it sounded like her decision could save Bella from being part of whatever the Wolf was going to do too.
Trish might not be able to do anything to help Alex, but she could help Bella.
“Video camera, please,” she whispered.
Jordan kept Trish away from the two Moonies, to her relief. Zadia escorted the new captives out of the room, accompanied by the guards, leaving Jordan and Trish alone. He cupped Trish’s face in his hands and tilted her head back so he could look in her eyes.
“You’re going to have to do exactly as I say,” he said calmly, his fingers gently stroking her cheek, “once the camera is on. If you’re a bad girl, you’ll regret it. Immediately.”
“Yes, Sir,” Trish whispered. She wasn’t sure why she’d called him that, other than how remote he seemed right now—a little scarier than usual. Of course, this was also the first time she would be on display for the Wolf and anyone else other than Marek and Laura; the first time anyone else would be able to see how Trish and Jordan interacted sexually.
Constantly surrounded by soldiers, knowing it was pointless to fight back, Trish had never given Jordan any trouble. Every so often, in private, she might try small rebellions. Shifting her position when he’d told her to hold still. Balking at the outfit he’d picked out for her. Shutting the door to the bathroom fully. Sometimes he seemed amused, but he usually spanked her, although not always hard. The stern glint he got in his eye when they were in public, in front of the people he led, had deterred her from testing him there.
It was bad enough when Trish earned a punishment; she didn’t need a public one.
“You’re going to lick Bella’s pussy,” he said, with the air of doing her a favor by telling her ahead of time, so she could get used to the idea.
Trish made a face. “I don’t want to.”
“But you’re going to,” Jordan said. “Unless you’d prefer our part of the show be Bella watching you get a spanking, and then licking her pussy. You didn’t do it of your own accord your first day here, but you’re going to do it today.”
Thereby proving his mastery over Trish. It was all part of the show. It made sense, but she made a face, a bit of surly resentment rising inside her.
Jordan chuckled and lowered his mouth to take a kiss from her. She tried to ignore the warmth that spread through her: the tingles that had started as soon as he’d told her what he required. It wasn’t all about showing everyone how he dominated her; he also liked to watch.
She wouldn’t be surprised if this was a precursor to eventually watching her and Laura together.
Trish pressed her thighs together and pretended the thought didn’t turn her on at all.
When had she become such a deviant?
When had this all started to feel so normal?
