She hated herself a little for understanding so well what the Wolf was setting up; what Jordan was setting up.
The Wolf would put on a show for the day-captives. They’d see Alex in the main room. They’d see Bella and Trish on the vid screens. Whether or not they recognized Trish, they’d see Bella and be even more excited by the illicitness of watching something they couldn’t be a part of. Jordan would be seen indulging with Trish: everyone would see her obeying his orders, doing something she’d initially been too petrified and horrified to do.
As if he hadn’t clearly claimed her. It was Jordan’s way of showing off, just like having the day-captives as an audience was the Wolf’s way.
The two men just had different target audiences.
Jordan finished the kiss and pulled away, his face still hovering over hers. “You’re going to be a good girl and lick Bella’s pussy, little one, and you’ll be rewarded for good behavior. Otherwise, I’ll have to punish you, and neither of us wants that.”
That wasn’t entirely true. Jordan liked to spank Trish.
And, when she was honest with herself, she could admit that sometimes she liked his spankings.
Just not the real ones. Not the ones meant to punish. But he couldn’t lose face in front of his soldiers, which meant he needed her to cooperate.
At least she wouldn’t be doing this with an audience she could see.
“Yes Sir,” Trish whispered again, hating the tendril of excitement that curled through her.
It wasn’t the same kind of excitement the Moonies had exhibited. She wasn’t excited about being part of a show. But… part of her responded to Jordan’s deep voice, his authority, and the gleam of excitement in his icy-blue eyes. His arousal meant her pleasure, always, and her body had become accustomed to an orgasm soon after he started using that tone of voice.
The door opened and Jordan looked up, although he kept his hand on Trish’s chin. She slid her eyes to the side to see what was happening.
Bella came in, naked as always, escorted by two soldiers.
Everything began to move quickly after that.
Jordan told Trish to stay still and left her standing there to watch as he and one of the soldiers strapped Bella down to what resembled a chair, except that the seat was split down the center, and it was pushed open to spread her thighs wide once the men had her secured. The other soldier turned on the vid screen in front of the chair and tuned in to the main room, where the Wolf’s show was beginning.
The Wolf was pushing Alex forward, and Alex moved as though in a daze. There was something about the way his eyes were unfocused and the slackness of his muscles that told Trish he had probably been drugged. The two Moonies looked thrilled as Alex and the Wolf advanced on them, and the woman was soon on her back on the bed in the center of the dais, Alex fucking her hard, while the man knelt in front of the Wolf and sucked his cock.
As always, watching made Trish want to squirm as heat curled in her stomach.
The two soldiers left, and Jordan pulled Trish’s dress off, tossing it away before going to the side of the room and pushinga button. When she didn’t see anything happen, Trish could only assume it had turned on a camera somewhere.
“Come on, little girl,” Jordan said behind her, placing his hand on her shoulder and pushing her down to her hands and knees, where she faced Bella rather than the vid screen. He patted Trish’s bottom, not too hard, but as a reminder of what would happen if she didn’t behave herself. “Make Pet feel better.”
Trish crawled forward and wasn’t surprised to see Bella’s splayed pussy was wet, too. The other woman watched her come with both resignation and anticipation, not protesting when Trish began to kiss the insides of her thighs, trying to motivate herself to move closer to Bella’s pussy. Her skin was soft, and the musky, sweet scent of Bella’s arousal wasn’t unpleasant, at all. It was a bit weird, as though Trish were having an out-of-body experience; as though it wasn’t really her doing these things. It was easier—smarter—to obey Jordan right now. Everything would be all right as long as she did what he said.
Behind her, Jordan knelt down, and his hand slid up her thigh to tease the outer shell of her pussy, and Trish wanted to whimper. Were people watching already? The sounds coming from the vid screen hadn’t changed. There were moans and groans, hot cries, and the slapping of wet flesh against flesh, but nothing to indicate anyone was watching what was happening in this small room.
As Jordan’s fingers teased her pussy, skillfully arousing her even further, Trish found it easier to move her lips toward Bella’s. His hand rested on the small of Trish’s back, holding her down and in place, his fingers moving closer to where her body craved it most as she moved closer to Bella. The message was clear—Trish would get her pleasure when she began to give some to the other woman.
Gathering her courage, Trish moved right to Bella’s center and took a long lick between her lips. The taste was slightly salty, slightly sweet, but not horrible, and Bella let out a low moan of pleasure, which helped to encourage Trish.
She didn’t know what she was doing, but Trish knew what she liked for herself by now, at least. Jordan’s fingers slid inside her pussy as she started to take long, slow licks up and down Bella’s wet folds while the other woman squirmed in her restraints. Bella tried to buck her hips, and Trish finally understood what it was like to be on the other side of the equation; the little rush of power she got from controlling Bella’s pleasure, from doing what she wanted while Bella was held open and unable to resist.
It was heady and a bit shocking… especially because Trish didn’t hate the feeling.
Jordan’s fingers pumped inside her, stoking her arousal and rewarding her for pleasuring Bella, which made it nearly impossible to be upset with herself for enjoying this.
Trish nearly cried out in disappointment when his fingers slid away, and then she did cry out into Bella’s pussy as Jordan’s cock replaced his fingers. He had to be enjoying watching her orally pleasure Bella; his cock was rock-hard inside her, splitting her open, and his thrusts were faster than his normal pace. Trish’s sounds of enjoyment were muffled by Bella’s pussy, and, as her pleasure grew, she found herself licking and sucking at Bella’s soft folds more intently, as though building the woman’s pleasure would cause her own to grow even faster.
Bella gasped and jerked against her restraints.
“Oh fuck… please…” She writhed, and Trish sucked harder in response, as though her thoughts had melted away into nothing but sex and pleasure.
Trish’s pussy spasmed in reaction to Bella’s moans and impending climax, and Jordan’s cock battered through Trish’ssqueezing muscles, making her writhe as he clamped his hands tightly on her hips and rode her hard and fast. Every time he thrust home, his balls swung forward to slap against her clit, her ass jiggling with the force of his thrusts, and she clenched hard as the growing pleasure rippled through her.
