“Yes?” His voice was full of impatience, his hand at his ear. Although his eyes had averted when the unit had first chimed, his gaze came back to Trish, his eyes narrowing slightly, and Trish’s mouth went dry. “Which direction? I’ll be right there. Send Vaughn and Taylor.” Another press of the button, and his hand dropped away from his earpiece. “So, you didn’t tell Bella, little girl?”
“I … I …”
Ignoring her, Jordan took a small ball-gag out of his pocket, stepped forward, and placed it at her lips. “Open up, babygirl.”
She opened her mouth to protest, but he popped the gag between her lips and took no time at all in fastening it about her head. The rubbery taste filled her mouth, and she scrunched up her nose in distaste. Ignoring her expression, Jordan took her hand in his and pulled her away from the wall so he could press his fingers against the sigil. Trish’s heart started pounding again, and her palms went damp.
He knew. He knew she’d opened the door—he had to.
Panic skittered, but there was nothing she could do, especially while he still held onto her.
With quick, decisive steps, Jordan pulled her into the passageway, making her jog to keep up with him. Fortunately, they didn’t have very far to go. At the first intersection, Vaughn and Taylor joined them. Vaughn raised his eyebrows when he saw the gag in Trish’s mouth, making her blush, but he didn’t say anything. She ducked her head and stared at the ground, thankful when Jordan pulled her past the duo and the two followed.
At the next turn, Jordan came to a sudden halt before entering the cross section. He slid his hand up Trish’s arm to her shoulder and pressed down, gently but firmly. Understanding, she sank to her knees, confused. Anticipation hung in the air.
Jordan had said he would prove Trish wrong.Surely Bella wasn’t in the passagewaysnow? Why hadn’t she waited? What had she been thinking?
Maybe Bella wasn’t as smart as Trish had given her credit for.
The sound of footsteps coming down the hall from the left, light but quick, made Trish hang her head as she felt tears prick her eyes. How stupid was Bella? Trish had thought the other woman had more common sense.
But maybe she shouldn’t have given a Moonie that much credit.
As soon as the contemptuous thought passed through her mind, Trish wanted to reel back in horror. Her inner voice sounded just like the other Earthers. But then again, wasn’t there reason?
The look on Bella’s face when she came into view—curiosity and a kind of glee—made Trish feel even more like screaming insults at her. Then Bella caught sight of Jordan and the others, and her expression changed to horror. Trish wished she’d never told Bella. Even though Trish understood the temptation of the passageways, she’d resisted, thinking, ‘What would Bella do?’ Apparently, she’d overestimated Bella’s intelligence.
The brunette froze and then slumped forward, her hands going to her knees to help hold her up.
At least she realized how much trouble they were in.
Jordan’s hand came down to Trish’s head and stroked her hair, making her shiver as arousal and apprehension slid through her. Her body still hadn’t gotten the message that she was in trouble. Or maybe it had, and her responses were all jumbled because of the way pain and pleasure had become intertwined for her.
“What bad girls you two are,” Jordan said, his deep voice laced with satisfaction. His hand slid into Trish’s hair, wrapping it around his fingers near the roots, and he pulled her up. It hurt, but not in a bad way, and she wanted to moan in embarrassment at her reaction. As Jordan turned, he looked at Vaughn and Taylor and jerked his head back at Bella. “Bring her.”
2
With his hand on the back of Trish’s neck, he led the others down more passageways, some of them sloping downward, and Trish’s head spun with how easily he navigated the labyrinth. Bella had been a complete idiot to enter the passageways without getting more information. Unless she’d somehow come across more secrets after Trish had told her about the sigils?
Trish writhed with emotion. There were times she wasn’t sure she wanted to escape, but now that the first real chance of doing so was gone, she found herself furious—at Bella.
Trish should have been more furious at the Wolf and Jordan, yet she couldn’t stop feeling angry at Bella’s complete idiocy. After all, the Wolf and Jordan behaved in a manner that made sense for them. Trish might have issues with how society on Earth had reformed in the wake of the splitting between the Earth and the Moon, but at least she could understand how the Wolf and Jordan turned into the people they were. She could understand their behavior even if she didn’t condone it.
She couldn’t understand Bella’s sudden stupidity.
The room Jordan took them to had quite a bit of familiar equipment in it. This had to be the room below the Wolf’s main hall—the one that came up through the floor. That, or it was anexact replica because it had the same bed and wooden structures that rose to the dais… but there were quite a few implements hanging on the wall that Trish hadn’t seen rise with it.
She whimpered as Jordan pulled her over to a pair of cuffs that hung from a hook in the ceiling and stripped off her dress before raising her arms above her head to secure her. Once she was in place, he knelt down to spread her legs and attach ankle cuffs, setting her feet apart just wide enough for her to balance while exposing all the soft, sensitive areas between her legs. Little whimpers rose in the back of her throat as her eyes flitted around the room. She tried to ignore the stares of the soldiers hanging back in the doorway, and focused on Jordan and what he would do now.
Jordan moved back to Bella and cuffed the brunette’s hands in front of her, leaving her kneeling a few feet away from where Trish was trussed up, before going back to ignoring Bella to focus on Trish.
A sound of distress whined in Trish’s throat as Jordan came back to stand in front of her and cup one of her breasts in his hand. Her head tipped back to look up at him as she trembled, her eyes pleading.
She was sorry she’d told Bella about the passageways. She truly was. If she’d known Bella would do something so stupid…
Leaning forward slightly, Jordan squeezed her breast, his voice low enough she doubted anyone else could hear it. “Vaughn and Taylor are going to stay here and watch. It’s part of your punishment. Although, I think you like being watched more than you want to admit, little girl.”
Trish shook her head, even as her nipples puckered. Jordan moved slightly to the side, giving her a clear view of the two soldiers watching in the doorway, and she bit back a moan as her pussy clenched. It didn’t matter that the gag would muffle thesound: he would still be able to hear it, and he would know he was right.
