His free hand closed around her other breast, and he kneaded the soft flesh, keeping his touch lighter than her body craved, making her back arch, pressing her breasts into his hands as her body demanded more contact.
When he moved away, she shuddered, and, this time, she couldn’t stop the whimper, and it was loud enough to be heard through the gag.
Then his fingers closed around her nipples, and her pussy convulsed as he pinched and tugged on the tender buds, giving her body exactly the stimulation it craved. Her breasts felt heavy and swollen as Jordan tormented her nipples.
His head lowered again so he could whisper in her ear.
“What do you think, babygirl? Should I ask Taylor and Vaughn to help me punish you? What about Bella? Do you think she’d make you feel as good as Laura did? You were a naughty girl for telling Bella about the passageways, but you were a good girl for staying in our room.”
A small sob caught in her throat.
Heknew.
And some part of her had fluttered when he’d called her a good girl.
He released her nipples, leaving them throbbing and aching, and pulled out his favorite pair of clamps. The little buds felt like they pulsed at the sight, as if in anticipation. It would hurt… but in a way that made her cream. Because her body was a traitor of the worst sort.
Trish shuddered as a clamp closed over one of her nipples, and she closed her eyes and held as still as possible, breathing through the initial pain. A moment later, her other nipple spiked with pain as Jordan placed the second clamp. The chain hanging down between her breasts brushed against her stomach, makingher shiver as the cold metal touched her skin. Jordan’s fingers moved up and down the sides of her body, soothing her, distracting her from the painful bite until it began to meld with the pleasure curling through her.
When he stepped away to move around behind her, Trish opened her eyes and flushed at the three men staring intently at her. She wanted to hide but couldn’t. She wanted to curl up in embarrassment that they could see her arousal, but it was already too late.
Thwack!
Trish sucked in a breath as the first blow landed on her ass, her body arching in reaction to the shocking swat, pushing her clamped breasts out at the soldiers in the doorway. The bulges in the fronts of their pants made it clear they were enjoying the spectacle. Jordan had positioned her to show her off, taunting Taylor and Vaughn with his dominion over her body. This was a different kind of exhibitionism from what they’d done with Marek and Laura, and Jordan wouldn’t have done this if Trish hadn’t told Bella about the passageways.
If she hadn’t been bad.
Thwack!
The paddle—it had to be a paddle—landing across her ass cheeks broke her away from the tendril of guilt and remorse trying to work its way into her brain, and Trish shrieked as the red-hot sting encompassed her entire bottom.
Thwack!Thwack!
With every smack of the paddle, her body jerked, making the chain between the nipple clamps bounce. The sharp teeth pulled on her poor nipples, biting into her skin and making the tender buds throb painfully. Trish did her best to hold still, but it wasn’t possible.
Thwack!Thwack!
As she panted, Jordan’s fingers slid into her hair and pulled her head back, making her want to shudder and moan. It felt good to have her hair pulled; to feel Jordan’s hot breath on the side of her neck as his lips grazed over her throat and up to her ear.
“Your pretty ass is turning a very dark pink, babygirl, but I don’t know if you’ve been punished enough. I think I’m going to turn your ass nice and red and then fuck it while everyone watches. Would you like that?”
A sob rose in her throat because some part of her body wanted to say ‘yes,’ even as the rest of her wanted to scream ‘no.’ This was perverse. She was bound, gagged, and completely at his mercy, yet wetness began to coat the tops of her thighs. If he let her go now, Trish might break her jaw fighting off the need to masturbate herself to orgasm.
It was sick. It was wrong. And knowing that didn’t change anything.
Thwack!Thwack!
Trish screamed into the gag as the paddle thudded against her sensitive skin, her ass on fire from the repeated smacks. Her nipples throbbed as the chain jingled between her breasts and tears slid down her cheeks.
Thwack!
“Stop!” Bella’s voice cut through the air, filled with horror and guilt. If Trish hadn’t been so distracted by her throbbing, roasted bottom, she would have been able to focus on her anger. Her anger that her current position was Bella’s fault, her resentment that she was the one strung up and spanked. Bella’s voice dropped to almost a whimper. “Please.”
At least Bella felt guilty even if she wasn’t the one being punished for her stupidity.
“Feeling guilty, Pet?” Jordan asked, satisfaction in his voice. Trish wanted to kick him. “Would you like to help her?”
Blinking back tears, Trish turned her head to see Bella nod.
